#that starts like... innocently and just gets more fucked up and toxic as it goes. and ppl say he's one of the most sane ppl they know

[selfinflictedgunshotwound]

imo everyone on earth should be talking about Him (don't want this showing up in the tag even though it's not a diss) but everytime i go to the tag and there's only like 3 new posts i'm like. oh yeah almost no one cares except me and like 5 other ppl on here

i ran out of tags KFHSJENNXN i don't think that's literally ever happened to me before anyways don't read them because it's just me being insane as per usual

#most of his indirects on twitter are from people in diff asian countries as well and ik he's doing an asia tour soon(?) #bruh he's never coming back to the usa is he 😭😭😭 i need him in chicago i miss him so bad #i feel very ugly emotionally rn still bc i was reading all of the rando ass dating rumors of him last night LMAO and it pissed me off #i know i have no right to get mad and i'm being irrational but at the same time like. everyone is just like 'omg he's so in love rn' #bc his music has been very angsty and like. idk... conflicted? but his new song was very happy and sweet and very In Love Sounding #and i already know all his music is about one person bc he always talks about the same shit (he's very predictable i see right thru him) #and he's putting out a new song called 'shining' and he has been talking abt a person being his light/shining on him for the last 7yrs atp #so like. that's how i know it's about one specific person and i don't think he has moved on LMAOOO so unless he was dating the same random #7yrs ago i don't think he's dating any of the people they bring up tbh... i pay attention to these things not to brag or anything but like #being attentive to the people i love and noticing inconsistincies in their behavior and when they act diff is like. the only skill i have #at least irt other people LMAO like honestly i wrote all the lyrics he ever wrote down in a google doc and it shows a clear trajectory #that starts like... innocently and just gets more fucked up and toxic as it goes. and ppl say he's one of the most sane ppl they know #meanwhile he's been writing songs about 1 person for nearly 10 years and they get progressively more desperate and insane #I'M JUST SAYING. i completely forgot what my original point was but i guess it was most likely that. no one pays attention to him like i do #the songs started being about this person at the same time i started liking him and having dreams about meeting him btw #and they got progessively more uh. spiteful and desperate and weird as the years went on. did i mention i cast a spell on him 😐 #and he literally says shit like 'it's impossible for me to move on' 'i don't care about anyone else' 'it's like i'm possessed' etc #and after we met at his concert he got really into saying shit like 'that one night wasn't enough' and 'the spotlight between us' #&the ever-famous 'i like the way you look at me' 'my eyes are on you' 'focus on me just look at me' when all i did was look at him all night #if you're reading this right now and thinking 'celeste do you seriously believe a kpop guy has been writing songs about you for 7 years?' #you should remember who i am and how i reacted to ***** having a gf (that i guessed exactly right months before he revealed it) #i'm schizophrenic 🤷‍♀️ but the guy i'm into was the one who started my fascination with soulmates and destiny and fate and shit like that #you know it's funny i mention that because he also started writing about that!!!!! in his songs!!! crazy #and he talks about the person making it hard for him to sleep and wanting to meet them in his dreams again and whathaveyou #i mean even in his two newest title tracks he says 'i'm frustrated in the studio the only melody that comes out is for you' and #'i want to turn everything about you into a song' in the newest one... hm. #and btw he announced his album right when i admitted i was in love with him again to my family (they know my insanity LMAO) #and he releases a song about being happy and in love and listening for someone's voice from far away to reach him/vice versa????? #right when i get back into him??? #it's my fave color & his fave color & he's releasing it in my birth month like. i know billions of coincidences are a thing but it's crazy

[cntloup]

SUGAR

Mafia!Simon 'Ghost' Riley x Rival's Daughter!Reader angst, toxic relationship

Simon was never a man for fancy ball events but as the right hand man of John Price, had to be by his side at all times especially at times like these, meeting with the rival. As they arrive at their destination and get the formalities of greetings and introductions out of the way, he goes to settle by the bar where he can have his eyes on the whole room, just in case. He orders his usual Kentucky Bourbon. As he stands there, drink in hand, his eyes searching the room for any kind of threat, that’s when he sets his eyes on her... and he should have taken her for what she really is... a threat; he should have ran right then and there but he never did. He had heard about her, the daughter of their rival, but never seen her beauty and grace up close. She looks elegant with a charming smile... and that’s when he knows he’s fucked. She feels a set of eyes on her and looks for them in the crowd and finally faces him. She's heard about him too. She starts walking towards him to greet him properly and that’s when it all started.

“This can’t happen.” he mutters in between kisses as they hide in the hallway “Why not? Cause we’re rivals? Who the fuck cares? If anything I’d be happy to fuck him over.” “who?” “My dad of course. Who else? I hate his fucking guts.” he’s surprised to hear that then replies with a chuckle “Why? Not the lifestyle for you?” “Fuck no! I feel like I’m in a cage. His puppet that he gets to play with and show off whenever he pleases.” he thinks that he can understand her struggles as he has his own trauma too.

And you play a twisted little game, But I know in a way, You need to complicate it, Believe that though we never eat, We still know how to feed, We still know how to bleed, oh

At that time he thought that she’s too sweet and innocent for this life, but that’s where he was wrong. The arguments, the push and pull, the manipulations started not too long after they first felt something for each other which he thought of as pure. He felt used and abused, he started to feel paranoid even more than before, never trusting anyone, even doubting his peers, sometimes even Price. His head full of thoughts like ‘Is she just using me for information?’ ‘Am I just a guard dog to him?’. But there was another side to her; so loving, patient and understanding of his pain and torment... also she was an enchanting seductress. Fuck, she was intoxicating. She had him completely wrapped around her finger.

My arms keep you in the room, Barely let you move, Show me what you do, oh, Tonight, we're second-guessed again, Let me wrap the chains, Addicted to the pain

As he pulls her into his room, never taking his lips off of her, nibbling and kissing any part of skin he can reach, he kicks the door close and corners her against the wall, not letting her move an inch. “What the fuck are you doing to me? My mind is in shambles cause of ya! Do you hate me or love me? One day you stay by my side through everything even when I’m at my worst but the next day you act like I don’t even exist as you come to the meeting with another guy on your arm!” he grunts as he puts one hand around her throat squeezing just enough to make her dizzy, just how she likes it. She smiles devilishly with no reply and pushes her lips against his and he can’t stop her, he never can. He’s addicted, fucking addicted to the pain she puts him through, addicted to her taste, everything about her. If she wants to see how far he can go, if she wants to test him, he’s more than willing to play this game with her.

Do you wanna see how far it goes?, Do you wanna test me now, my love?, You must be crazy if you think, that I will give in so easily, Things we buried low, Coming to the surface now, my love, You must be crazy if you think that I will give up the game, Oh, whoa

Sugar, I've got a taste for you now, Sugar, I've developed a taste for you now

comments/reblogs are greatly appreciated ♥ 

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[neobomb]

give into things i (dont) want to [lee jeno]

(yandere ish) creep/stalker! popular fuckboy/badboy!jeno x christian!reader, hints of shy boy! (kinda dumb) naive! christian!mark x reader. Part of the give into things i (dont) want to series. Warnings: mature themes, toxic behaviour, manipulation, stalking, forcing??, inappropriate behaviour, choking, menstions of perv behaviour, MDNI, there will be smut in part 2 Word Count: 2.3k Summary: Jeno is on a mission: to assist his friend Mark in getting with you. But is he genuinely helping Mark or leading him down a questionable path? © 2023 @neobomb. Unauthorized copying, translation, manipulation, or alteration of this work is strictly prohibited. All rights reserved.

“Would you really do that for me?” Mark's eyes sparkle with hope. The excitement bubbling within him was palpable, but Jeno knew he had to temper it. For the longest time, Mark has had a crush on you, yet never mustered the courage to approach you. It was heart-wrenching to see, truly pathetic. 

“Don’t worry, you can trust me.” Jeno assures with unwavering confidence. “She will be head over heels for you if you just do as I say.” 

Mark is overly trusting to believe that Jeno, of all people, will help him get with you. You, L/N Y/N, the one Jeno has been hopelessly in love with over the years, the one who captured the heart of THE fuckboy Lee Jeno. Jeno's deep feelings for you are something he'll never confess. He's vowed to himself to admire you from a distance, never allowing himself to get close. Jeno understood his nature, believing that a pure, innocent soul like you shouldn't be entangled with a bad boy like him. However, that doesn't mean he'll let anyone else get near you, especially not Mark. 

“I trust you, Jeno. You’re the rizz king after all.” Indeed, Jeno had been with more girls than most guys his age. With his captivating looks, undeniable charisma, and seasoned charm, he can enchant just about anyone he desires. Flirting was second nature to him. For Jeno, it was not just about the sex; it was a way to establish himself as the school's most sought-after boy. A simple power move. 

“I’m just… a bit uncomfortable with some of your suggestions.” Mark says, sounding skeptical as he scratches his head. “It just seems a bit… odd… maybe creepy even.”  

“I promise you, girls love that shit.” Jeno takes a step closer to the clueless boy. “Haven’t you read Twilight and all those cliché romance novels that girls love? Girls are fucked up enough to eat that shit up.”

"You're right." Mark concedes, deciding to place his trust in Jeno. After all, Jeno has no reason to lead him astray, does he?  

"Let's do it then," Jeno says, extending his hand towards Mark for a handshake, to which Mark readily reciprocates with a firm handshake.

The deal has been sealed. Jeno has Mark right where he wants him. Mark was just dumb and naive enough to believe the bullshit Jeno has been telling him. 

—

A handwritten note was attached to the string of the bouquet with tape. 

Dear Y/N, Not a day goes by that you don't cross my mind.  Your lover, lee. 

It began innocently enough – with sweet intentions and harmless beginnings.

Then there were the photographs — snapshots capturing moments in your bedroom, some pictures intimate, others harmless.

new message from lover lee: new image has been sent

Then, items began to vanish — your favorite cherry-flavored chapstick, your bra and your panties were the first to go.

What started innocently has now morphed into something more ominous.

In your room, a place that is supposed to be your safe haven. An unsettling feeling grips you—a paranoia over who might be watching. A faceless someone, so infatuated that they'd shadow your every move. You find yourself overly aware of your surroundings, constantly casting a discreet glance over your shoulder, wishing for no one to be standing right behind you. Thankfully, it is clear. It always was. 

It's become so unnerving that sleep eludes you. Night after night, you retreat to the corner of your room, ensuring every window is securely fastened, window blinds down, your gaze fixed intently on the doorway that separates your sanctuary from the main hallway. Clasping your cross necklace close to your heart, you'd whisper prayers, hoping fervently that no one lurked nearby. It had become a routine at this point. 

–

The bell chimed resonantly through the corridors. Finally, a reprieve from these tedious classes, Jeno mused. He strides down the hallway, eyes darting to the windows of each classroom, searching for a glimpse of you. 

There you are, seated at a desk away from the windows, with sun rays casting a gentle glow on your delicate cheek while you hold a book. To him, you are the epitome of beauty, with an innocence in your eyes that captivates as you survey your surroundings. You appear deeply fatigued, as though you haven't had a moment's rest in the past month.

“Y/N, I’ve noticed that you look very tired lately. Is everything ok?” Lifting your gaze from your desk, you find Jeno looking at you with evident concern. 

"Uh, yeah, I'm okay. Just some trouble sleeping," you reply, your voice carrying a hint of surprise at the sudden attention from Jeno, the school's renowned handsome bad boy. You rack your brain, realizing you haven't actually spoken to him since preschool days.

"Hey, Y/N," Mark says, appearing behind you with a wide smile that briefly startles you. "I noticed you at church last Sunday. I didn't want to intrude… you seemed deeply engaged in prayer…. as one should be..." Mark winces slightly at his own awkwardness. Your presence has a way of making him momentarily lose his grasp on social cues.

“Anyways…” Mark casts a meaningful glance at Jeno, hinting that he should give the two of you some space. “I’ve been wanting to ask you… if… you might want to… maybe… go… uhm…. I’ve been wanting to tell you something and it’s very important.” 

“Uhm… ok” you respond in a confused tone, looking back at Jeno. “I want to do it somewhere, preferably more private… uhm… maybe dinner at Kun’s… this evening…” Mark stumbles over his words, stuttering through the simple sentences.

"Are you asking me out on a date?" you clarify, boiling his words down to their clear intent. “Yes…” the shy boy confirms. 

Mark is undeniably cute — a devoted Christian, diligent, yet reserved. You have always had a little crush on Mark, but you never anticipated that he would make a move. The realm of dating had always seemed uneventful to you; you felt as if you were invisible to boys. But not until this very moment. Going out with Mark couldn't be harmful, could it? At the very least, it might provide a welcome distraction from your current stalker situation.

“Yes, I would love to.” you answer with a radiant smile, sending the timid boy into cloud nine.

Mission one complete. And so Mark thought…

–

On this typical Friday evening, the restaurant buzzed with activity, patrons streaming in and out. Amidst the bustle, you notice Mark seated at a table tucked away from the main dining area. 

"Hi there," he greets, rising to envelop you in a friendly hug. "I got here a bit early and took the liberty of ordering for us — Peking roasted duck… I hope that's alright… it's your favorite from the menu." His remark piques your curiosity. It's oddly specific knowledge for him to have. You have barely talked to Mark. How did he know your preferred dish? Strange.

"Please, have a seat," he offers, pulling out the chair for you. With a moment of hesitation, you take the offered seat.

“I’m curious about what you’ve been wanting to tell me. Seems like you were very eager to spill it out.” Perhaps it was premature to confront him, but your curiosity was too strong to resist. But with your question, you can almost feel Mark's panic. His hands tremble slightly as he opens his can of soda. 

He inhales deeply, steadying himself before he responds to your question: “I have to confess something. Uhm… I wanted to … uhm tell you … that I’m … lee, your lover” 

You stare at him in stunned horror, mustering all your composure to prevent yourself from trembling with fear and revulsion. The revelation hits you like a thunderclap — Mark Lee, the same person sitting across from you, is the stalker who has been haunting your nights with fear.

“I can’t fucking believe it. You scared me shitless.” You immediately rise from your seat, getting yourself ready to leave the restaurant. 

“What do you mean?” Mark says in a confused tone. 

“The letters, flowers, …. the creepy text messages, … the photos of me in my room, … my fucking missing underwear, constantly feel like I’m being followed, it’s all you??” Struggling to keep your voice level, the sense of betrayal washing over you was unparalleled.

“What?” Mark yelled in question “What do you mean photos?? missing underwear? All I did was send you secret letters.” 

“I swear to God it’s not me, Y/N.” Mark pleaded with you, his eyes imploring, begging you to believe him.

“Nothing you say can change what I’ve heard.” You declare, swiftly collecting your belongings before storming out of the restaurant. 

It had never crossed your mind that Mark, the quiet, church-going boy who seemed devoted to his faith, could be capable of taking such extreme actions. The revelation seemed surreal, almost too contrived to be true.

 —

A few months have passed since the unsettling discovery of Mark's unsettling behavior. Every ounce of your bravery has been summoned just to face him at school each day. Whenever he attempts to draw near, desperately trying to weave a tapestry of excuses, you fend him off with the threat of a restraining order. There's nothing he could say now to sway your resolve.

In the span of those tumultuous weeks, you found solace in Jeno. As the days passed, you and Jeno grew increasingly close, an unforeseen twist given that the popular boy had seemingly never noticed you before — or so it had seemed.  But his kindness and understanding provided comfort, especially when others doubted your account of events. 

"Thanks for walking me home from church, Jeno. You really don’t have to do it again. I promise you this will be the first and last time." you say, casting a wary glance at Mark, who lingers near the church entrance. Having Jeno's company is a source of comfort amidst the chaos, even if your home is just a two-minute stroll from the church.

"Of course, it's the least I can do to ensure you feel secure." Jeno says, casually draping an arm around your shoulders while guiding his bike with his free hand. His steps seem confident, almost familiar with the path to your home, despite the fact that in all the years of your acquaintance, he has never once been at your house, or even close to it. You try to dismiss the peculiar sense that he knows the way a little too well, reminding yourself that he's never been invited over, but the thought lingers, troubling in its implications. Strange, you thought.

Just as you near your house, the skies open up, unleashing a sudden downpour. You urge Jeno to come inside, suggesting he wait out the torrential rain before he ventures back home. To pass the time and since Jeno had never been to your place before, you decided to give him a tour.

"Oh here is your favorite place to sit and read" remarks Jeno, his tone carrying a hint of familiarity as he observes the cozy corner of your living room. How did he know it was your favorite reading spot? His ease within your home is uncanny, almost as if he's retracing well-known steps rather than discovering them for the first time, inadvertently reversing the roles of guest and guide. Strange.

The final stop of the tour is your room. Pointing to a large photo album, you say, "Here are snapshots from my childhood," and you flip it open to share a visual journey through your past. You point to a cherished childhood photograph, depicting a younger you, grinning with abandon, your face comically smeared with Peking duck sauce, as you gleefully twirl noodles around your chopsticks.

“Oh you looked so adorable while eating peking roasted duck. Must have been your favorite dish for quite some time. I guess some things never change.” He smiles at a particular photograph of you. It was a response that strikes you as odd. You hadn't mentioned your favorite dish to him before. Strange. 

“How did you know about my favorite dish? I’m pretty sure I haven’t told you about it.” you query, attempting to piece together the perplexing puzzle that has been preoccupying your thoughts. Upon hearing your question, a shadow flickers across Jeno's features, replacing the cheerful, lively demeanor of moments ago with something more somber. The spark in his eyes dims, giving way to a serious, almost foreboding intensity.

“What do you mean?” He inquires, his lips curling into an uneasy, almost disconcerting smirk.

“I… I just think you’re acting a bit… uhm… strange. It’s the first time you’ve ever walked me home, and you seem oddly familiar with the area I live in…. and you seem to know my house like you've already been here before … uhm … and you pick up on these small things I haven’t told you about before.” As you address his odd demeanor, a growing sense of regret takes hold with each passing second; his eyes darken, casting a shadow of menace that chills you to the bone.

In that instance, Jeno aggressively pins you down onto your bed. One hand holding your wrist, the other at your throat. 

“You know too much, Y/N. You should’ve just kept your pretty little mouth shut.” He whispers in your ear before tightening his grip around your neck until you are no longer registering his words. His voice faded into a muffled echo as your thoughts withdrew into a separate reality. Your hands clutch at his wrist, attempting to loosen his hold, while your eyes nearly close from the sheer force of the moment. His grip on your neck slackened, and he watched as you sucked in breath, your complexion regaining its normal hue as vitality slowly reclaimed your shaken form. As you caught your breath, Jeno abruptly pressed his lips against yours. The fervor of the kiss was overwhelming. Saying hello to lee, you did.

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[modelbus]

Mcyt’s when you’re toxic in a game

I’ve been playing valorant lately, so why not? When I say toxic I mean more of a fun toxic, not violently bullying if that makes sense.

Mcyt’s included: Tommy, Dream, Sapnap, Wilbur

Tommy

Flabbergasted

He’s never seen you be so creatively aggressive before, not towards others in a game.

He immediately starts laughing though, so hard that he pushes his chair back and nearly falls out of it. He does die in the game though, not even caring about that.

You laugh with him, the sound of his laughter infectious.

The second he’s back he’s jumping to insulting others with you, and the two of you start tag-teaming your (not so) innocent teammates.

"Go play fortnite" may or may not have been used, along with the classic "step on Legos."

“Wait, I’ve got this one, I’ve got it!” Tommy exclaims, and the sounds of him frantically typing can be heard over your call.

“Make it good, come on.” You urge.

“I’m typing! I’m typing!”

The second his typing noises stop, a message appears in chat for all players to see. “I’m about to build a bible and pray for better teammates” it reads.

There’s a moment of silence over the call before the both of you burst into loud laughter.

The two of you can’t be toxic together for long though, because by the end of one match you’re both laughing too hard to think.

Dream

Dream’s a lot like Tommy, definitely.

Laughing, a bit of surprise.

But years of Sapnap have prepared him for his toxic arc, he’s been secretly keeping his toxicity inside the entire game.

He barely needs a moment to read over your chat messages before sending his own, each getting more and more outlandish.

Let’s be honest, he’s trying to impress you with his creative insults that just barely manage to bypass the chat filter.

And let’s not get started when the other team is toxic back, your voice call quickly becomes shouts of wounded egos.

“They called you an idiot sandwich!” You yell, catching the message before Dream does.

“Who the fuck are they?! GORDAN FUCKING RAMSEY?!” He yells right back. “We have to kill them now. We HAVE to.”

“I’ll do it, they’re so bad that I can beat them with my eyes closed.”

And, true to your word, you kill them nearly instantly when the next round starts. Dream cheers you on the entire way before he dies.

Needless to say that the person who killed him starts the cycle again.

If either of you goes too far though, Dream would pull back and insist on finding a better game.

He's not looking to get banned, how else can the two of you be toxic again later?

Sapnap

This is the KING of toxicity

Okay, maybe not king, but Sapnap can be toxic when he wants to be.

He doesn’t need any time, not even a breath, before he’s down in the trenches with you, flying insults at the other team.

There’s a little bit of laughter, but creative toxicity is serious business between the two of you.

The call is full of yelling, and conferencing on the best insult to send at the other players.

While you are avoiding the swear-blocker and any chance of being reported, Sapnap simply does not give a fuck.

It barely takes five minutes before he’s kicked out of the game for his insults, leaving you alone.

You’re both so surprised at the suddenness of it that the call goes completely silent.

"...huh." You say after watching his icon vanish and a message appears showing he was taken out.

"I got- I was- I'm on a penalty." Sapnap groans, and you can imagine him slouching down in his chair.

After another moment you speak up again. "What do you think did it? Which message? The anteater one? The rotten milk one?"

"No fucking way, it was when I said I was going to pay them to delete their account." He laughs.

"I stand by that you should've done it."

You make sure to win the game for him, but not without one last message.

"Game so easy it might have been the tutorial."

Wilbur

Wilbur, oh Wilbur, he is afraid of the ban hammer.

When you start sending messages he finds it funny, but he doesn't join in. He doesn't tell you to stop, either, so it's a win for you and you keep going.

After a minute or so he'll join in, but only verbally in the call between you two.

Soon enough you're stealing his insults to send, and the reaction from others prompts the both of you to create new ones.

They aren't ever directly mean, either, which makes them so much better.

"Even your imaginary pets are ashamed of you :("

After a while the layers of the insults get so deep they're just a confusing mess to people who aren't you two.

And it's still the funniest thing in the world.

The other team is aware it's an insult, but they can't figure out how, meaning you can say whatever you want and not get reported.

"Here's one, they shoot worse than Hamilton." Wilbur suggests, and you quickly type it up.

"We're the Burr to their Hamilton." You laugh.

Wilbur dies seconds later, groaning. "My backup was a glob of snot, please inform them of that."

Hell if you have any idea what that means, but off it goes for his backup to figure out. This was the most fun you've had playing a game, your face starting to hurt from how hard you're grinning.

Most of the insults he inputs tend to be history related: "Someone is putting this game into their resume for the United Nations", and "he's roleplaying as JFK."

The insults are creative enough that they stick for days afterward, and the two of you exchange them in the company of others, leaving them all confused.

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[silkscream]

ੈ✩  warnings: smut (18+ minors dni), fingering, bullying, toxic relationships, perv!eddie kinda

okay but.... bully!eddie who isn’t much of a bully -- just has an intense personality that grants him that freak reputation. he’s actually not that bad, at least to his friends and anyone who isn’t you. 

you don’t know what it is about you that makes you such an easy target for him, nor do you know what you’ve done. nancy wheeler insists that it’s probably because eddie never got over that middle school crush on you years ago, but you doubt that it had even existed no matter how many times she tells you.

you don’t get it -- why he likes to run his ringed fingers through your hair long enough for you to get a little sleepy in class, only for him to tug on a strand hard, making you gasp while he snickers quietly behind you.

he is so goddamn annoying, that eddie munson. loves to tease you, poke you, steal your belongings, block your locker, call you condescending names like birdie and bubblegum and mary sue for that idealized reputation you’ve got. you think of yourself as harmless, a good student, head of the newspaper with nancy, but eddie loves to tease you for being a perfect good-two-shoes. 

what you don’t know is that your innocence turns him on a bit. no one would ever take you as eddie munson’s type, but whenever he gets a whiff of your lavender shampoo or sees a bit of your thigh from your high-waisted pleated skirts rising up more than usual, he feels almost feral. he needs you like a drug, maybe, and he wouldn’t handle you as prettily as you look. he loves to imagine you at night on your knees for him, desperate and climbing onto his body like a kitten while your tiny skirt rides up. how badly he wants to stick his fingers in that plump, pink mouth of yours. how badly he wants to ruin you.

but he can’t tell you that, not exactly. so he teases it out of you. riles you up to make you mad just so you can shoot him one of your glares. eddie loves to play with you. he could only imagine how he’d toy with you in his own bed.

there’s a moment when he goes too far, confronts you outside of one of his gigs just because dustin had dragged steve and robin and nancy, who felt the need to drag you as well. eddie doesn’t mean to get his beer all over you -- he was trying to fake you out, fall-but-not-fall the way that david byrne does. but then he actually does stumble and get PBR all over your brand new white skirt.

“can’t you just leave me the fuck alone?” you seethe.

before eddie starts to apologize, he sneers in reaction. “didn’t know princess swore.”

“y’know, munson, you shouldn’t be hounded for your reputation of being a freak, because beyond that, you are the most insufferable, annoying, perplexing little shit that i’ve ever had the displeasure of--” he interrupts you with a kiss. with his fucking mouth on yours while your eyes are wide with shock, but you can’t pull away -- it’s like a spell has bound the two of you together. the brush of his knuckles onto your cheek makes your entire body shiver. the kiss is greedy, inflamed, that you think you might have whiplash the moment he pulls away.

“i’ll buy you a new skirt, alright?” eddie smiles at you with his teeth razor-sharp, hand still gripping your neck softly. “or you can borrow some of my clothes and i’ll make it up to you while you call me any names you want, huh?”

you hate how easy it is to say yes to him. hate how easy it was for you to make up an excuse to go home early while everyone inside is still having drinks and playing pool. you despise your vulnerability and his stupid charm, coaxing you into his van just so he can eventually take off that soiled skirt of yours. 

once it’s real, once eddie actually gets his hand on your bare thigh while you look up at him with doll-like eyes, he realizes he’d probably kill anyone who tried to touch you. you were his, now, he’s decided. and he marks you as such.

gets his teeth on your neck and on your breasts while you gasp like a wounded thing, rubs your clit to extricate a forbidden pleasure that he’s sure you’ve been hiding from him this whole time.

“eddie! i- fuck!”

“you forgive me now, sweets?”

“y-yes,” you whine, breath quickening as he fucks into your dripping cunt with his fingers. you watch in admiration how he plays with you like one of his instruments, the moans coming out of your mouth as music to his ears. 

when you cum, the look on your face does it all for him. he nearly cums in his pants from the sight of you -- pretty mouth all wide and gasping, pretty face ruined by debauched craving. eddie’s wrapped around your finger and you don’t even know it. 

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Warnings- SMUT! Cussing, Jealousy issues, Possessiveness, Disturb scene, Toxic relationship.. Dark Miguel O'Hara

NOT SUITABLE FOR MINORS!!

18+ MATURE READERS PLEASE!!

I jumped on the miguel o'hara train.. So climb aboard!! He is all over my FYP on tik tok so I gave in 😂

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Might be some grammar errors (sorry)

I gasp to the new angle and i hold on to him harder not even caring that one of the bed legs just snapped.

I'll just put 2 hardcover books to stable the bed.. like I did to the other 2 bed legs that snapped.

I'm lost in euphoria... Better yet, I'm lost in Miguel O'Hara.

We started our "Situation ship" a month ago, I was walking home one night and this burglar cornered me in the alleyway, I thought i was done for, I was too afraid to fight but before he could even take a step, A large, Tall brown haired man sunk his teeth into his neck and rip his flesh apart.

I felt like i couldn't breathe but i couldn't take my eyes off of him, I was hooked.

I couldn't look away, I saw how he just tore him apart, snapping his neck in half and i didn't run, Hell i didn't even flinch.

I didn't want to run

I couldn't.. My feet wouldn't move.

They didn't want to move

Once he was done, He stared at me with his dark dead eyes as i stared back at him all bloody, something inside of me sparked, it was like he took my breath away.

I didn't know how i could be attracted to such darkness, but I immediately was to him.

I was attracted to him like i get attracted to fictional characters.

A fucking simp

An unhealthy obsession but i didn't care.

I just knew i would be on my knees for him.. Gladly

Any innocence i had, It was fucking gone.

The innocence was gone.

Gone like the wind

He already had me wrapped around his finger, He instantly had me in a chokehold and he didn't even knew my name... Yet.

I was able to thank him quickly before he disappeared into the night.

I couldn't tell if he was a vampire or a spider, somehow he seemed both.

He had a similar suit design to the friendly neighborhood spiderman but he didn't have once ounce of friendly in him.

And he was so much more well built.. Definitely.

Jesus those fucking arms.. His back...

He was Spiderman on steroids with that God like-figure on him.

That ass.. Just absolute perfection

But when i got home, I was about to get a surprise of my life.

As i was getting into my nightgown, I felt eyes lasering at me. I turn around and he was at my window, staring right at me, standing.. waiting to be invited.

He had followed me home.

But it wouldn't have mattered, He had this hungry stern look he was going to come in.. Invitation or not, He was going to step through that window.

And he did, I opened the window, letting this stranger in without a doubt in my mind.

He could have killed me and i wouldn't even had cared.

I wanted to let him in

I wanted him to ruin me and he did.. Over and over and over.

And he has been coming through that window every night since then, same time, no exchange of words, just strictly animal crazed hot sex.

I'm not allowed to ask questions, what he does, or his past.

I was only given his name and that's it, That's all i know of him... just his name and his determination of not making me able to walk for days.

Disabled.. almost.

I close my eyes as my body goes limp, My orgasm hitting me like a high tide, He curses in Spanish but it sounds like music to my ears.

"Que Maravilla." He grunts as he spills inside me. I moan to his words, to his sultry tone, I will never be able to hear those words the same.. ever again.

Translation- Wonderful

I need paddles to bring me back to life as my soul just left my body.

I wrap my arms around his wide broad shoulders but i can't get all around as he quickly gets up and starts to put his suit back on.

His ass is absolute perfection but his...

"See you tomorrow." He deadpans, not giving me another look.

He exits through the unlock window that i haven't locked ever since that night.

"Bye." I say softly but he's already gone.

I take a deep breath as i prepare myself to find the strength to somehow get into the bathtub.

I pull out my "Just got Migueled" aftercare bag. I run the bath to warm temp and i pour lavender Epsom salt.

I wipe my neck that has a hand printed on with a wipe that will help with the bruising. I rub some ointment on there as well and a few he left on my hips and his handprints on my butt.

I dip my toe in to check the temp, I start to get in and i hiss as the water hits my soreness and bruises but it goes away after a second.

I sink back and i let the remedy heal me so i can be ready to get ruined all over again tomorrow.

Cant' wait

NEXT DAY,

I stare at the clock, blinking a few times as if that would magically make him appear.

I glance at the window and back at the clock.

9:45 P.M

I bite my lip, It's been 15 minutes and he hasn't shown up. He's never late, 9:30 on the dot, every night.

Maybe he's not coming?

A part of me falls sad as i might not see him tonight but he is a superhero after all.

He's probably out fighting crime

Or beating the shit out of someone

He looks like a superhero but he feels more like a anti hero.. A nomad.

The ringing of my phone yanks me out of my thoughts.

"Hello." I answer.

"Hey! What are you doing tonight!" My friend slurs.

"I'm busy." I say my usual line.

"Again?" She groans.

"You've been busy a lot lately, Come out to the club! You never hang out with me anymore." She whines.

"I don't know Lilly." I bite my lip as i stare at the clock again reading 9:50 pm.

What if Miguel shows up and I'm not here?

I never leave anywhere at night, I make sure I'm home in time before he shows up

What if he gets mad that i left?

Will he care?

He isn't my Boyfriend but...

But what?

I got nothing

"What club?" I close my eyes as i internally groan, hopefully i won't regret this.

I'll be sad if he showed up and i wasn't here, He's the highlight of my day.

He's not going to show

"Yay!! Okay I'm at Thriller's! Just say my name to the bouncer, He'll let you in."

"Okay, I'll be there in ten." I say quickly before i change my mind.

I pick out a dress and heels, I dab some eyeshadow on and i put some eyeliner on and i paint my lips red. I put my hair into a high ponytail as i was too lazy to curl it.

I grab my phone and keys from my bed, I look up the window seeing no one.

I sigh as i look at the clock 10:15 P.M

Definitely not going to show up

The bouncer steps aside and lets me in, I walk through the stuffy hot sweaty bodies crowd trying to look for Lilly.

I push my way through as i spot her.

"Lilly!" I call out through the loud music that's blasting through the speakers.

"Hey you made it!" She smiles cheek to cheek as she hugs me.

"C'mon let's get some drinks in you!" She pushes me to the bar.

"Just one drink." I say sternly.

3 drinks later,

"I'm glad i came out." I say tipsy as i sway my hips around letting the music guide my hips.

"Me too!" She shouts happily as she dances with me.

I tense up as i feel a pair of hands wrap around my waist, I turn around but my hope deflates as i don't see the person i was hoping for.

"Hi." A stranger greets me.

"Hi." I say politely.

"Wanna dance with me?" He smiles flirtatiously.

"Sure." I shrug my shoulders.

I start to dance with this stranger, I close my eyes and my brain lingers to the man who's in my head 24/7.

I imagine that the hands that are on my waist right now are Miguel's big firm ones and that I'm lean against his large muscular chest.

That his hot breath is the one that's hitting my nape.

I roll my eyes as i feel something vibrate against me but it vibrates again and i realize it's my phone. I pull my phone out of my purse as the stranger keeps dancing behind me.

My heart drops and i try to adjust my eyes making sure they're not deceiving me to the name of the person who just texted me.

I didn't even know he had my number.

Miguel

His hands off you.. Now.

I immediately pull away and the stranger gives me a confused look.

"S-Sorry i have to go." I say.

"Whatever." He shrugs his shoulders and goes to dance with Lilly.

I look up trying to find him but i don't see him but i know he's watching me.

I can feel him

His dead eyes lasering through me

I look down as i get another text,

Miguel

You have 5 minutes to get home, If i beat you there, There will be no remorse.

I look up and i spin around trying to see if i can spot him in the crowd.

I get another text

Miguel

Time starts now.

I start to run, Not even saying bye to Lilly, I just start to run like hell.

I run out to the streets, taking off my heels and i start to sprint.

Hoping i can beat Miguel home

Hoping

That man has a strong stamina.

I look up as i run and i start to panic as i hear the wind rushing above me as something is running above me, on top of the buildings.

Miguel

I widen my eyes as i can hear him, his grunts as he runs. He's running so fast like a Damm predator about to catch his prey and swallow it whole.

I practically beg my feet to move faster, even though i can't beat his speed but i will definitely try to get home fast as i can.

I swing the door open almost falling in of how fast i came in.

I put my hands over my knees trying to catch up with my breathing.

I freeze as i feel the wind rustling in through the window.

Shit

The light is turned off but it doesn't need to be on in order for me to know that the window is wide open.

"Did you know if i bite someone it paralyzes them?" A deep dark voice chills in the dark.

My heart stops as i realized i fucked up.

He turns on the desk lamp and i see him sitting in the chair nonchalantly.

I gulp as i try to figure out what to say.

"Um-

"Do you wanna find out." He deadpans menacingly as he strides over to me.

I gulp with my eyes widened as i walk back till my back hits the wall.

"I-I-w-waited t-then m-my f-friend-

"Oh wow huh huh-" He smiles before punching the wall right next to me.

I gulp again as i shut my trap up.

"You don't dance with anyone and you certainly don't let anyone touch what is MINE." He says sternly as he's inches away from my lips.

His eyes are usually dark but right now somehow they're a shade darker.

"I-I'm s-sorry, I-I wasn't even going to go but i didn't think you were going to come and i haven't seen my friend in a while and i didn't think anything of it"

-I just keep rambling.

He sighs as he pinches the bridge of his nose "Can you not talk for a second?" He sasses sarcastically.

I shut up and i nodded.

He grips my jaw, making sure i give him my full and undivided attention.

"Tu eres mia." He rasps slowly.

Translation- You are mine

"Solo mia."

Translation- Only mine

I slowly nod as i look into his eyes, i should be scared, i am but I'm more turned on than anything.. but also scared.

"Say it." He demands.

"Soy tuya." I don't even have to think about it.

Translation- I'm yours

"Asi es." He smirks.

Translation- That's right

My legs are about fold to his devilish smirk

"Now that we cleared that up." He looks into my eyes and somehow he gets even closer to my face.

"On your knees." He soothes.

I instantly drop to my knees.

I look up to Miguel having a satisfying smile on his face.

He pulls his suit down and his hard length sprung free.

"Well what are you waiting for? You know what to do." He smirks.

I nod and i wrap my hand around him and i start to stroke him, I open up wide and i take his tip swirling my tongue around it, I take all of him in as i hollowed out my cheeks making him grunt in pleasure.

He wraps my ponytail around his hand as he pushes me further in.

"Fuck, Just like that." He throws his head back as he groans.

I bob my head up and down on his long shaft, My mascara running as i shed tears.

I wander my hand down to my sex as i need to relieve some tension.. It's killing me.

"Don't you even fucking dare." He deadpans as he still has head thrown back.

I whimper in protest and that makes him smile in pleasure.

"Stay still, I'm going to fuck your mouth." He says lustfully.

I stay still and he thrusts into my mouth and i take the beating that's happening.

Till my jaw locks

He moans as he grips the back of my head.

"Fuck." He rolls his eyes as he thrusts sloppy.

"Get ready Baby, I'm going to give you every single drop." He smiles.

I'm ready Daddy

"Fuck fuck fuck!" He shudders as he paints my throat white.

He taps any excess on my tongue, i lick up all the excess.

He doesn't give me any time to think, he picks me up an a swift movement.

I wrap my arms around his neck and my legs around his waist.

He devours my lips, he catches my lips and he tugs it and playfully bites it. I part my lips and he sticks his tongue in and i close my lips in.

"Open." He says darkly.

I open my mouth and he spits into my mouth.

My arousal grows and grows.

"Dejeme ver." He whispers.

Translation- Let me see

I open again showing him i swallowed.

"Good girl." He smirks.

"Get ready." He smirks again.

"For what-

But i yelp before i can finish as he lifts me up higher and my legs dangle over his wide broad strong shoulders, my back leaned against the wall.

He smirks thankfully that my dress is short, giving him easy access to my wet soaking lips but that smile quickly turns to a frown and he growls "Why the fuck aren't you wearing any panties!"

"Um-

I try to talk but i gasp instead as he just dives right in, He angrily inserts his tongue inside as he starts to suck the life outta me.

"Oh my god." I moan as i throw my head back, grunting as i hit my head on the wall but i don't care.

He's a speed demon with that wicked tongue of his.

"Oh Miguel!" I scream tugging his hair as he goes deeper.

He mumbles something in spanish but it just feels vibrations.

"Yes yes yes!" I moan pathetically.

"Please, please don't stop." I beg.

"You like my tongue Baby?" He cook as he licks me.

"Y-Yes." I roll my eyes.

He grins as he flashes his white pearl fangs.

"Cum." He gives me the green light.

He holds my hips still as i start to shake as i cum all over him.

He laps all my juices, drinking all of me in.

He lies me on my back, He takes my dress off over my head.

He eyes me up and down lustfully and slightly frowning at me to the lack of no bra.

"Pose just like that because in a minute I'm going to have you screaming my name bloody murder." He smirks.

He lands his lips on mine, he starts to trail down to my jaw, my neck, shoulder blade until he ends on my breasts.

He swirls his tongue around my nipple as he tugs the other one with his hand. He takes my boob into his mouth, I moan as he starts to suck on it, He looks up to me as he takes turns sucking each boob.

He comes back up and he licks the side of my neck.

"My offer still stands.. Do you wanna find out?" He whispers.

"Do you want me to sink my teeth into your beautiful skin, numb your legs so i can fuck you as long as i want." He taunts.

"I-I don't want to be paralyzed." I whisper embarrassedly.

He chuckles as he shakes his head "Don't worry Baby, I have an antidote."

"What do you say Hermosa?" He caresses my cheek.

Translation- Beautiful

"Okay." I breathe out.

He smirks, He spread my legs and he enters in 2 strokes making the 2 of us moan.

I roll my eyes as i throw my head back.

He thrusts hard and fast just like he usually does.

Just how we like it

He wraps his hand around my throat as he pounds into me.

All you can hear is skin flapping and our moans filling up the air.

"M-Miguel!" I bite my lip down hard, so hard that i probably drew blood.

I think i did because Miguel sucks my lips and wipes the blood with his tongue.

"D-Don't stop.. S-So g-good." I murmur.

He smirks sinisterly, He lowers his head down to my neck, he kisses it softly and then he does it...

He sinks his teeth in, biting my neck as i gasp and cum at the same time.

My pupils dilate as i rode out this euphoric sensual feeling till i can't feel my legs anymore.

Till i can't feel anything anymore.

Miguel roars as he's sent to the deep end and picks up the pace and just keeps thrusting.

He doesn't stop thrusting.

I stare into his eyes as he pound and pound into me, i can't feel anything because of his bite but at the same time i do feel all of him.

I know his sensation, how he feels by heart.

Another hour or 2 so passes by and he's still thrusting until surprisingly his stamina starts to give out.

He pants as he closes his eyes shut and he spills inside me as he growls.

He collapses softly on top of me.

And the not so itsy bitsy spider falls down

"Que maravilla." He says breathless.

I wiggle my toes as i start to get my feeling back after Miguel injected me with the antidote.

He finishes putting his suit back on, He walks towards the window but he stops, clearing his throat but not turning all the way around.

I look up to him.

"I'll be gone for 3 days." He deadpans.

"O-Oh okay." I say softly.

I wish i can ask him why and where but it's not part of our agreement.

"Um be careful i suppose." I fidget nervously.

He just nods and proceeds to go out through the window.

"I might be gone for 3 days but that doesn't mean i won't be watching you." He now acknowledges me.

"I won't go out." I whisper as i nod.

"I hope not... For your sake." He taunts and i gulp.

He leaves with giving me one final smirk.

I get up to do my usual night time after care routine, I turn around to glance at the window.

"Please come back to me." I say to no one but just me in my apartment.

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 Summary: Every action has a consequence; every cause has an effect but would Wanda be the exception?

Parings: Stoner!Wanda Maximoff x reader

Warnings: 18+, fluff, cursing, sexual innuendos, suggestive themes, flirting, groping, manipulation, lying, toxic behavior, gas lighting.

A/n: Enjoy this long as part, I said I’d never do an 8k word fic but here I am posting a 10k word fic lmaoo. Sorry for the long wait and thank you to everyone who stayed patient with me on updating this series. not proof read bc I just wanted to get this out to you guys any way Happy reading! 🙂💜

part 8 | part 10

A month. you and Wanda had been dating for a month now. You never expected things to go as smoothly as they have. From getting to know each other better, watching old lady tv shows with Wanda or just simply talking about the day you two had. This relationship was starting to really pickup pace quickly. Every day like clockwork whenever you exited a class you were always groped by Wanda as soon as she spotted you, you’ve grown used to it now not batting an eye at who it was anymore. Today was a different story coming out of your last class for the day. The touch you were waiting for never came, looking around you didn’t see you girlfriend in sight. You keep walking down the hall thinking maybe she chose a new spot to surprise you from but once again the touch you were eagerly seeking today was nowhere to be found. 

You send her a few texts asking her where she was after not receiving a reply you decided to call her phone. When it goes straight to voicemail you frown, that’s never happened before. Wanda always replied back to you wishing a millisecond and she always picked up on the first ring when you called. This was out of the ordinary for her, so you start walking to Wanda’s apartment maybe she’s busy with her art she’s been telling you about an art piece she was working on, but she refused to show you just yet. You knock on the door a few times and when it finally opens it wasn’t the person you were looking to see.

“Hey, what are you doing here?”

“Hey, Nat what’s going on with Wanda, she didn’t text me at all today is she okay? She wasn’t outside my classroom door waiting for me. She didn’t grope me randomly in passing or harass me either.”

“Whoa, calm down sweetheart, she’s fine. Not really, she’s sick, must’ve caught a stomach bug or something.” You sigh in relief as Natasha looks at you admirably. She loves how you care about Wanda and her well-being. She opens the door wider and motions for you to come in. “I practically quarantined her in her room. she wasn’t feeling well after her first class this morning and when she came back, she really looked out of it.” 

“Poor thing.” 

“No poor me, she’s been really bitchy today more than usual. Sick Wanda is more dramatic than regular healthy Wanda.” You roll your eyes at her comparison. “She can’t be that bad, can she?” Natasha only raises an eyebrow at you and drags you in the apartment and towards Wanda’s door. She motions for you to keep quiet. If Wanda found out, you are here she’d play innocent. Natasha bangs on the wooden door. “Wanda, you alright in there?” 

“Natasha, get the fuck away from my door!” The impact of something hitting the other side of the door makes you jump back in surprise. Natasha was quick to hold you on instinct. She gives you a reassuring squeeze and mouths a ‘you, okay?’ You silently nod and finally become aware of her hand placement on your hips. catching your gaze, she removes her hands and sends you an apologetic smile before turning back to the door. “Do you need anything? Want me to get you some medicine?” she pauses before something else comes to mind. “You don’t have diarrhea, do you?” 

“Natasha, I just want you to shut up and get the hell away from my door” you try for a moment knocking on the door. “What?!” She shouts. “Go away!” 

“Wanda.” as soon as you say the word Wanda instantly reverses her wishes. “Princess?” 

“Yeah, it’s me, I didn’t know what was going on with you today, so I came to see if you were alright.” 

“Shit, I’m sorry I didn’t mean to scare you. I just felt like shit after my watercolor class. I’m a horrible girlfriend, aren’t I?” Sounds like she started to tear up. Natasha only looks at you with a smug look this was proving her point about how dramatic Wanda is when sick and it was only the beginning. “No, of course not” you make a move to turn the knob, but Natasha stops you. “What are you doing? You can’t go in there; you’ll get sick too. And the germs will most likely spread out here and then I’ll get it too.” You had no idea Natasha was such a germaphobe. 

“So, you just want to leave her in there by herself without her properly being taken care of?” 

“No, I’m saying we need supplies first before we just open the door to that hazardous ass room.” 

“I heard that you bitch!” 

“Sorry, I couldn’t hear you; your congested nose is making it very hard to understand you SquidWard.” You pinch Natasha’s arm. “Ow! What was that for?” she rubs her arm. “For teasing her while she doesn’t feel good.” She scuffs. “Did you not just hear her calling me a bitch? And telling me to fuck off when I’m trying to check in on her?” 

“I’ll make sure she gets it too just when she’s better.” 

“Whatever, let’s go get these supplies.” While you took the liberty of ordering some flu medicine through DoorDash. Natasha goes into her room and comes out with two cans of disinfectant spray and two face masks. “You really are a germaphobe huh?” You smile playfully at her as you tease her. You were getting more comfortable with Natasha. Just being around her and having a chill conversation. “I am not! I’m trying to protect you from the sick.” You hum. “I appreciate it, I’m just messing with you. Though I really do think you are a germaphobe.” She brushes pass you and stands in front of Wanda’s door once again. 

She knocks on the door waits until you’re standing next to her and opens it this time. Her room is a mess. Tissues piled up in her trash can. Gatorade bottle on her nightstand. Her clothes and book bag just thrown out on the floor. Looks like she came straight home and flopped into bed. You find your girlfriend underneath the pile of blankets she still hasn’t removed herself from. “What are you guys doing in here? You’re going to get sick.” 

“Oh, shut up Squidward, we came-“ 

“You get out!” 

“Nat, just please don’t upset her even more, I’ll be fine.” She eyes you wearily and agrees. “Fine but you keep your mask on, no close contact and spray every so often. Got it?” she points a finger at you. “You have my word Captain germy.” She leaves the room. and you turn your full attention to the lump laying on the bed. 

“Baby, can you come out from underneath there?” she clutches the cover tighter. “No” she replies almost childlike. You round the bed to where she was laying. “You’re not gonna let me see your pretty face? I haven’t seen you all day.” She thinks on it for a moment before she rolls over to face you. she still doesn’t pull the blanket away from her face. 

“Okay, I’ll leave you alone, and check in on you a little later then.” she whines from under the cover and quickly reveals herself from the cocoon. her eyes look tired, her nose is red and she’s breathing through her mouth heavy. even in this state she looked adorable all wrapped up in her blanket like a burrito. “Hi.” she says the word softly as she can but her tone in voice changed. “Hi, what’s going on with you? hm?” she looks up at you through irritated, watery eyes and shrugs her shoulders. 

“Did you take some medicine?” she shakes her head no. “I don’t want it, it’s nasty.” you ignore her childish response while touching her forehead with the back of your hand and quickly pulling away. “Wands you’re burning up why are under here?” you clench on to the blankets giving them a slight tug.

“Cold.” she grips the blankets tighter to keep you from stripping her from the warm wrap she’s made. you needed to get some medicine in her quickly, but you knew it would be a hassle to convince her to take it. “Okay, how about we get you in the shower to wash the ick off of you and then we can get some medicine in you and order some food?” 

“You shower with me?” you tilt your head at her, you don’t know if she was innocently asking you or if she was taking advantage of this opportunity. most likely both. “Sure, I’ll shower with you.” 

“And you give me cuddles?”  

“And I’ll give you cuddles.” Natasha would surely lock you in this room with Wanda after you broke her rules by not spraying, being close in contact and not keeping the mask on. “Mmkay deal.” she unravels the blanket and sniffles. 

“Let me go run the water and I’ll come back and help you, okay?” she nods and blows her nose into the tissue. while you were making sure the water was at the right temperature and that you had everything prepared so she wouldn’t be on her feet too long. Wanda stubbornly made her way into the bathroom with you and wrapped her arms around you from behind. “Wands I thought I told you to stay in the room until I came back?” 

“I missed you, and I haven’t held you today.” she gives you a good squeeze. you laugh and unlink her arms from your waist. the heat coming from her body was unbelievable if you weren’t able to get her fever down you were definitely going to take her to the hospital.  “I missed you too, now come on let’s get you in the shower.” you wait for her to remove her clothes but she only stares at you. “what’s wrong?” 

“You said get ‘me’ in the shower. we’re supposed to shower together.” she childishly folds her arms and pouts. “We are but I have to put your sheets in the washing machine wands, I promise I’ll shower with you.” she eyes you cautiously and begins removing her clothes. she blushes when she catches you checking her out. “See if the water is at the right temperature for you, baby.” 

“Can we just skip this and go back to my bed to cuddle and skip the medicine part too?” she leans forward and wraps you in her arms once more. “Absolutely not, now get your butt in that shower.” she whines in the crook of your neck you lightly tap her butt to get her moving. she gasps from the contact. “You only want me to shower so you can touch my goodies. Are you taking advantage of me being sick princess?” she sends you a wide smile, good to know she was slowly getting back to herself. 

“You’re the one who wanted me to shower with you” you gasp defensively. “I don’t need to take advantage of you to see your goodies, you show them to me for free baby.” you laugh at her accusatory actions and place a kiss on her forehead. “Now, get your ass in the shower.” she does as she’s told finally getting under the water. you leave her to get everything else together. starting with her bed, emptying out her trash can, spraying the room with disinfectant. after you place the bedding in the washing machine Natasha alerts you that the medicine came and what should she order to eat.

 “I’ll ask Wanda when we’re done in the shower.” 

“Woah, wait a minute I thought I told you no contact.” 

“Nat, she looked like she was going to die of heat stroke. she was burning up. relax.” 

“Fine, but if I get sick.” she points her finger at you and walkaway. “You won’t”  

“Okay, I’m back” you find Wanda leaning on the cold tile of the shower wall. “Finally, now take your clothes off.” you don’t even scold her for her snappy tone you quickly take your clothes off and enter the shower. Wanda didn’t waste any time to hold you again. you left the water temperature warm to keep her comfortable, but you still needed to do something about that fever. you lean forward and turn the knob to cold water. she shrieks from the cold icy feeling and clutches on to you more.

“Whyy would you do that?” she whines in the crook of your neck squirming as you use more strength to hold her in place. “I’m sorry but we need to get your fever down, just a little longer, okay?” her teeth chatters as she nods her head. “C-cold now.” you turn the water back to a nice warm temperature to sooth her, you make note not to stay in here for much longer. the cold water was only a temporary fix for the fever. placing her head on your chest. “Is the steam helping with your nose?” she hums. “A little.” she lifts her head and stares intensely at you. “Can I have a kiss?” she moves her head forward hoping to catch your lips. 

“Are you crazy?” you dodge her and put some distance between you two. “Okay, okay, I’m sorry I won’t do it again.” she holds your arms waiting for you to welcome her once more. you couldn’t resist her; she was really adorable. being all cute and needy today. so, you give her a kiss on her forehead, her cheeks, and place a final kiss on her nose. she places her head on your chest once again but this time she starts getting handsy. “Seriously wands?” you say, as she’s sliding her hands all over you and making sure to give your ass a good squeeze. “You know just because I’m sick doesn’t mean I don’t get horny.” you giggle at her words. “Well, let’s hurry up so we can do something about that cold of yours.” you slot your leg between hers and guide her to grind against your thigh, she always gave you what you wanted, you had no problem returning the favor. she hums and groans softly as you bring her closer and closer to her relief. she doesn’t last long any way, Wanda was cumming within a few minutes of her grinding. this cold really had a hold on her stamina and her overall energy. “Thank you printsessa.” she looks up at you with dazed irises and that urges you to wrap things up here so she could lay back down and get off her feet. “You’re welcome baby.” you kiss her cheeks a few times before shutting the water off and wrapping her up in a towel.

“Don’t you feel a little better after your shower?” she hums wrapped up in her towel. you come back with different variations of clothing for her. “What do you want to wear?” she points to the Paramore t-shirt. “What else?” she points to the panties you had laid out for her. you wait for her to point to something else, but it never comes. “That’s it?” she hums confidently. you won’t question her choice she did have a fever and the chills, so she probably didn’t want too much clothing on like she did before. 

“Okay.” you help her put the clothing items on and focus on doing the same. wearing Wanda’s clothes of course got her throbbing but she wasn’t going to push again. Wanda tells you she wanted Ramen for dinner so you text Natasha from the room and she sends a thumbs up emoji. when you’re done cleaning the bathroom and putting on new clothes you lead Wanda out of the room and into the living room. you spot Natasha on the couch fumbling to place her mask back on her face at the sight of Wanda finally coming out of her room. 

“What the hell? a warning would’ve been nice ya know.” Wanda parts her lips to say a snarky remark but Natasha beats her to it while clutching the disinfectant can in her hand. “I swear if you say anything I’ll spray you. One word.” Wanda sits on the couch with a scowl on her face as she waits for you to sit next to her. “Nat leave her alone we’ll just make her wear a mask until the food gets here.” Wanda smiles victoriously and sticks her tongue out at Natasha. Natasha peeks over to see if you’re looking at them and when she sees that you’re preparing the small care package for Wanda she sprays the can right at Wanda. the fit of coughing is what gets you to turn around. “Wands are you okay? you need water?”

 “I think she’s fine; I think you should give her the medicine now though.” she smirks over her beer bottle getting actual payback at Wanda knowing just how much she hated oral medicine. Wanda furiously shakes her head. “I’m fine now, I don’t need it.” you tut at your girlfriend and bring the tray of water, Gatorade and medicine over to the coffee table. you shake the cough syrup and crack the seal. wanda squirms with each movement you make. especially when you actually pour the thick liquid into the plastic cup. she clamps her lips down tight when the plastic cup nears her face. “Come on you need to take it to get better. the sooner you take this the sooner you can get your cuddles.” she dodges each advance you take. “Please, for me?” you rub your thumb against her chin. you sit down on her lap hoping this would tip her over the edge to submit. 

“Can you open your mouth and take your medicine... for your princess?” you almost got her with the nickname. any other time she would have folded instantly but she really despised cough medicine, so she kept her lips shut tight. you huff after being denied again.

 Natasha comes up with a way to get Wanda to take the medicine. hopefully you would be up for it because part of this was for her own benefit. “Maybe you should give me some cuddles instead y/n, since Wanda is being a big baby and won’t take the medicine.” she smirks at Wanda’s panicked expression. she relaxes after a few seconds not believing that you would do it. Natasha gives you an encouraging look waiting for you to make your way over to where she was seated. this could actually work so you sit the plastic cup on the tray and walk over towards Natasha on the other end of the couch. dodging Wanda’s hands to grab you. 

Natasha opens her arms welcoming your warm body into hers. you pull away from Natasha when you hear a grunt and the stomp of Wanda’s foot on the floor. “Take it and I’ll come back to give you your cuddles.” She clenches her jaw as she watches you hold Natasha close. “You didn’t tell me how soft she was wands; I see why you keep her cooped up in that room.” she snuggles her face against yours. Wanda snatches the plastic cup off the table and throws it back like a shot. she grimaces and coughs dramatically. 

“I took it now, get over here and give my cuddles.” she pouts as she waits for you to return back to her. you turn towards natasha blinking blankly at her. “Uh nat.” she hums. “Hm?” she raises her brows in question. “Are you going to let go so I can go back to wands?” her eyes go wide not realizing the hold she had on you. “You sure you want to go back over there with that contagious monster?”  you laugh as you untangle yourself from Natasha. she had to fight back a whine that almost pushed through her as you left her on the couch. walking over to Wanda you smile at her. “That wasn’t so hard now, was it?.” she pulls you forcefully on the couch and climbs on top of you. “Cuddles now.” she demands it now after she requested it earlier. 

you pull her head down on top of your chest and stroke her hair. after a few minutes the cuddles weren’t enough not after seeing you give what was hers away. she tugs at your hands. “What is it?” she lifts her head to look you in the eyes. tilting her head adorably. “I want butt rubs too.” she tugs on your hand once again and places it on her butt. 

you give her what she wants softly rubbing her butt she hums in satisfaction before she once again deems it not enough. she wants your hands on her skin. she wiggles on top of you, and you don’t know what she’s doing until she grabs your hand again and you feel the fabric of her panties. you halt your movements. and harshly whisper. “Wanda.” she whines in retaliation. she didn’t care about Natasha being a few feet away this was her time to be as needy as she wanted to be plus you owed her after giving her cuddles away. you can feel the eye of Natasha staring into you. curiosity gets the best of you and you peer over Wanda’s head to watch her. you mouth a ‘Sorry’ to her and she waves you off. 

“Don’t be.” she turns her attention back to the television and you follow suit. you get through the first half of the movie until the food arrives. after basically starving herself today Wanda built up quite the appetite, she slurped her ramen and stuffed her jaws full. not caring to eat cautiously. “Geez slow down.” Natasha scolds Wanda and her eating manners. she flips Natasha off in response. you grab her face when she’s done drinking the stock from the ramen. “Let me clean you up, you really do eat everything messy huh?” the words come out before you could stop and rephrase the sentence. Natasha raises an eyebrow and Wanda just bites her lip. sometimes it amazes you just how little effort it takes for you to turn her on.

“N-not like that! you two need to get your minds out of the gutter.” you feel the warmth grow to your face from the nervousness. “We didn’t say anything, that was all you and your horniness.” Natasha shrugs and goes back to eating her sushi. you turn to look at Wanda for backup she only shrugs her shoulder with Natasha. “Oh, don’t act like you’re so innocent y/n, these walls may be thick but there not that thick.” you gasp and launch a pillow at her. “You’re a perv.” you weren’t really upset with her about it because normally you shut down any advances Wanda tried on you while you knew Natasha was home. but that night there was no compromising with Wanda. Natasha shrugs her shoulders and takes a sip from her drink. 

“It’s not like I can just close my ears from the lewd noises.” That night of the party. even after everyone left you two were still going. Natasha spent all night with her fingers pumping deep within herself. you and Wanda went all night and so did she. partly because who the hell could get a good night’s rest with the outbursts coming from Wanda’s room and the main reason was that it was a turn on hearing your reaction. the dirty talk, the slapping of skin and the moans. you take a glance at Wanda as she leans her head on your shoulder. “And what’s your take on all of this?” she wraps her hands around your waist and turns towards Natasha. 

“Hope you enjoyed the show.” she turns back to eat more food but realizes she ate all her ramen, so she takes some of your sushi and stuffs her mouth. “Oh, I did, I enjoyed it a lot...Mommy.” Wanda chokes on the spicy tuna roll hearing that word and the mocking tone in Natasha’s voice. you gently pat Wanda’s back to stop the coughing and hand her a bottle of water to sooth her throat. you make sure to send Natasha a warning glare in return for continuing to tease her oddly enough you weren’t even embarrassed by the fact that Natasha heard you calling Wanda mommy or that Wanda referred herself as that while you two where in the bedroom.

“Okay, looks like my work here is done, I’m gonna go take a shower and wash the sick that Wanda has floating around in here now.” she gets up and gathering up her trash to throw it away and leaves the living room to take her shower. a cold one for sure. when Natasha leaves you and Wanda settle back into the couch cuddled up. she turns on a movie during the movie and her commenting on the plot she stops to look at you. you were on your phone and no doubt getting frustrated about something. “What’s wrong dekta?” you move your eyes away from the screen briefly before moving them back. “It’s Daisy, she’s been acting weird.” Wanda clears her throat and sits up, pulling away from you. “Acting weird how?” 

“I saw her today in the cafe and she just completely ignored me.” 

“Maybe she didn’t see you, or maybe she’s just really busy.” 

“Wanda I was standing right in front of her, and she actively tuned me out. then proceeded to leave after I sat down. like I should be the one that’s fed up. she’s the reason my damn laptop got fried and she didn’t even try to make up for it.” wanda rubs her hand on your back. “Hey, hey, breathe y/n, just forget about Daisy. obviously, she doesn’t care about you enough to not let what we have affect your friendship.” 

“It’s just not like her, even now when I tried to text her or send her a message, she has me blocked. on everything Wanda. like I’m the bad guy.”

 “You know what I think?” you hum as Wanda takes the phone from you and sits it on the coffee table. “I think Daisy is jealous. jealous that you’re with me and she’s using the excuse of what happened in the cafe as a way to make you feel guilty. just forget her. she doesn’t deserve your time. she isn’t a real friend.” on the outside Wanda was just being a concerned and loving girlfriend but, on the inside, she was jumping with excitement that daisy did as she was told and stayed away from you like Wanda ordered her to. Daisy wasn’t that heartless to stop talking to you just because you chose to pursue a relationship with Wanda over her. would she be disappointed? yes, but she would’ve still been your friend. Here you were basically heartbroken over Daisy ending your friendship. Here you were thinking that she was just being an asshole who couldn’t take rejection when in reality she only avoided you for her safety. She only avoided you because of Wanda. 

“That doesn’t sound like her, something else must be going on with her, I know her Wanda and this isn’t her.” Wanda was quick to come up with a response hoping this would get you to drop the daisy situation and finish the night off with more cuddles and movies. “Sometimes you think you really know a person and they turn out to be a total stranger, maybe this is one of those times and sometimes people just change.” she shrugs her shoulders and gently caresses the wrinkle between your eyes. 

“Baby?” she taps her thumb against your cheek to regain your full attention again seeing you still lost in thought.

“Hm?” 

“You still never told me your favorite color.” that was random, but she really wanted to know, she still hasn’t fulfilled her fantasy yet because of it. “You won’t let that one go, will you?” she shakes her head. “No, now what’s your favorite color?” 

“I don’t have one.” you reply back nonchalantly and hold back the smirk that was fighting against you. “I don’t believe you.” she narrows her eyes at you. “I’m serious, I like all the colors.” she hums “That’s really gay princess.” 

“Shut up.” you boop the tip of her nose. Wanda rolls her eyes and huffs. “You made me wait this long just to tell me you didn’t have a favorite color?” you shrug your shoulders not offering her much more other than an adorable giggle she always wants to hear.

 “Ask me a question.” you think on it for a minute trying to come up with something good. before you asked this question you needed to know that she would answer it. “You promise to answer it?” she sits up now curious to know what you’re going to ask her. she agrees anyway. “I promise.” you pull her back down on top of you turning your neck to look down at her as you ask the question. 

“What’s your middle name?” she flops her head in the crook of your neck and groans. “Noo anything but that, I get enough of Nat pestering me about it.” Wanda refused to even tell her best friend about it and swore Pietro to secrecy. Natasha found out about it anyway beating it out of Pietro, but she still gloated to Wanda about knowing her middle name. maybe now if you get her to crack, she can say she knew before you just to tease you and Wanda. 

“You said you would answer my question, you made a promise. what’s so bad about your middle name?” 

“I don’t like it.” she shrugs her shoulders. “Okay, you don’t have to tell me then I’ll think of somethin-” she mumbles the word so low you couldn’t even hear her even with her on top of you. “What was that?” she takes a deep breath and says the word again louder and clearer. “My middle name is Django.” she curls in on herself but you’re quick to reassure her with a kiss to the cheek that turn her red instantly. “What was that for?” she asks while touching the cheek your lips just graced her. “I like it.” 

“Really?” 

“Mmhm, its different, unique, and it’s sexy.” you whisper the last word by the shell of her earlobe gently biting down on it and giving it a slight tug. “Just like you.” the moan and hitched breath you receive in return had you smiling from ear to ear. “Down girl.” she pouts at you teasing and denying her. “You can’t say things like that and not expect me to pounce on you.” she pouts and rolls her eyes in an annoyed manner. you only laugh at her reaction. “And you think it’s funny to tease me? Just wait until I feel better.” you tap her butt and pull her closer. “Oh? and what are you going to do to me when you get better?” she groans as she watches you tease her once more with your expression this time. “Stopp, you know what you’re doing.” you kiss her cheek, and her pout is gone instantly. “Well, I guess I should watch out for when you do get better huh?” 

“All I’ll say is there will be zip ties involved.” that gets the smug teasing smile to be wiped off of your face. “What?” she only smiles in victory and lays her head back on your chest. when you keep asking her for more elaboration, she turns your face back to the television screen.

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Somewhere during the movie marothon Natasha returns from her room, you wanted to ask her if she was alright since she’s been gone for a long time. but seeing as how she looked calm, relaxed and refreshed you brush it off. she even sat closer to you Wanda this time and shared snacks with you guys. engaging in conversation about the plot and the characters. this was new you haven’t had that much time to spend with Natasha even though she lived here. Wanda was always dragging you into her room or the two of you were rushing out of the door going on spontaneous, adventurous dates and just spending time together.

you sit up with Wanda still on your chest, ignoring her disapproving noises of you shifting and moving to check your phone for the time. “Babe, I have to get going before it gets too dark.” as expected she groans and whines after hearing that you were leaving her. you shift to lift Wanda on the other seat of the couch she grabs your arm before you can move away from her. “Stay.” you add multiple kisses to her forehead to ease the denial she was about to receive. “I can’t tonight baby, Nat will look after you and make sure you’re comfortable, okay?” 

“She’s gonna leave me for dead please, don’t go I’ll starve, I’ll die from lack of affection.” you tap Wanda’s arm. “That’s not anyway to talk about your best friend and the person whose gonna look after you while your sick baby.” contrary to what anybody says you think Natasha is actually soft underneath her hard exterior. she huffs and mumbles a “fine” under her breathe. you turn you attention to Natasha after hearing Wanda’s approval. “Okay, she takes the medicine every four hours, check on her temperature every so often just to make sure her fever doesn’t go back to how it was before, and I’ll check in later to make sure she’s still alive.” you give Natasha a pointed look near the end of your sentence knowing she would totally let Wanda suffer a little bit just from the bickering they did earlier today. 

“Relax, I’ll take care of sickie here.” she holds Wanda tighter on the couch, crazy how she was such a paranoid germ police earlier and now she’s comfortable enough to not only sit next to Wanda but hold her in a cuddle. you remove the clothes you borrowed from Wanda and put your fresh clothes back on after retrieving them from the dryer. you walk back to the living room to give Wanda a final goodbye. “I’ll check in on you later alright? and please take your medicine it’s to help you get better.” you needed to remind her knowing once you left Watasha would have a tough time trying to get Wanda to take the medicine. “Fine.” you lean down to hug Wanda she doesn’t think it’s enough to satisfy her, so she pulls you closer to her. you flop down on top of her and Natasha. 

“Kisses to feel better?” you tilt your head at her trying to con you out of giving her kisses. you oblige giving her quick pecks to her cheek. Natasha clears her throat from underneath Wanda. “Do I get kisses as well? or do I have to have a cold?” Wanda scuffs. “Fuck off, you already got her to cuddle you today when they were meant for me. Get your own girlfriend.” Natasha rolls her eyes at Wanda; Natasha came up with a great plan to help her bestie down the medicine. she was looking after her wellbeing after all. 

“I’m just saying it once again if I get sick, Y/n is gonna play nurse for me.” she shrugs her shoulders not caring about the dirty look Wanda was giving her. Wanda has had enough of the teasing today especially since she was horny beyond belief, and you wouldn’t touch her or let her get off with you being here. she’s gonna have to wait now. Wanda didn’t masturbate as much as she used to unless you were really busy with schoolwork. you two would settle for phone sex or just doing things on facetime. 

Wanda swats Natasha with the couch pillow with force behind every hit. you have to step in to snatch the pillow from her. “Stop, baby. Let Natasha help and try not to kill each other please!” you give her one last kiss before giving Natasha a warning glare about teasing Wanda so much. Natasha shows her hands in surrender and agrees to ease up on the teasing. you say your farewell s and make your way to your dorm room. Natasha was still going to tease Wanda and now more than before since you were gone. 

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As promised you facetime Natasha to check in and instantly see chaos erupting. with Natasha out of breath chasing Wanda around the apartment. “Wanda, I swear to god! if you don’t sit down and take this medicine.” you cover your mouth to stifle the laugh. “Y/n, she’s not listening permission to just knock her out?” you hear Wanda’s voice hitch she didn’t know Natasha called you she kept threatening to do it but never fell through. she tries to snatch the phone from Natasha but fails. “Princess, come back please! she’s so fucking mean and rude.” she bumps into Natasha so she can see your face on the screen. 

“Baby.” you finally speak after holding your laughter in. she hums in response and nibbles on her lips. “Yes?” she looked better than she did earlier today, but you can tell she’s still not one hundred percent. “Stop giving Natasha a hard time and take the medicine.” she cringes just from the thought of it. she parts her lips to answer you, but she gets distracted from actually taking a good look at you and the screen. “What are you wearing dekta?” you pinch your brows before looking down at yourself, you had on a camisole, but it was enough for her to get turned on from it, you lift the phone at a higher angle cutting off Wanda’s view of your hardened nipples through the thin material. “Don’t try to change the subject take the damn medicine.”  

“Show me your nipple and I’ll take it.” her sweet, adorable smile turned into a mischievous one within a second. Natasha just stands by in amusement, she most definitely wouldn’t complain if you flashed your nipple over the phone. you scuff at her trying to bargain with you in this way, and you weren’t going to entertain it. “Bye Wanda, take the medicine.” you hang the phone up. ten minutes later your phone lights up with Wanda’s name. you smile to yourself knowing she took the medicine. you end up on facetime until she gets sleepy and tired. you watch her sleep after the many times you’ve called her a creep for doing the same thing to you. your girlfriend might be a wild card and unpredictable, but you loved that about her. 

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Walking from the lecture hall you switch modes when you feel hands roam your body, knowing your girlfriend was sick in bed this gave you the incentive to put all your strength in the slap you gave to the perverted person. you double back when you hear the voice yell out in pain. “Ouch what the fuck!” 

“Wanda? why would you do that I thought you were some random person.” you swat at her in frustration. she huffs in pain as she holds her face. “Yeah, obviously.” you pull her hands away from her face to inspect the damage. her face was red, but you don’t know if it’s from the cold fall weather or the slap. you’ll go for the latter. 

“Don’t get mad at me, aren’t you supposed to be at home? in bed? resting?” you poke her with your finger with each word that comes out of your mouth. she moves her eyes towards the sky and feigns innocence. “No.” you lean your head to the right in a ‘really’ position. “What? I feel better, see? don’t I look sexy again?” she motions to her body with her hands. 

“You always look sexy.” her playful manner falters. “Liar, I looked horrible the other day.” you pin her against the wall planting kisses on her face as she giggles. “Take it back, right now.” Wanda being Wanda she was stubborn and was not going to fold easily. you tickle her armpit and hold her down as she squirms more. “Ah! ok ok I take it back; I take it back!” you stop your tickle attack and smile at her with confidence. 

“Cheater.” she glares at you for using her weakness against her in public. you fix the beanie on her head, properly pulling it down over her ears, she was still recovering from that cold. “Don’t pout, c’mon let me buy you a milkshake.” you bite you lip and swing Wanda’s hand back and forth waiting for her to accept your mini date request. Wanda never let you pay for things on the dates you two have been on the last month, she’s not opposed to you buying anything for her, but she loves giving you things it’s a love language of hers. 

“What if I buy you a milkshake?” you pretend to think on it knowing you weren’t going to let her win this time you don’t even answer her, you pick her up and place her over your shoulder. “Nope! I’m buying my demon baby a milkshake. and that’s final.” 

“Princess put me down!” she yelps out in surprise and clings to your jacket hoping you wouldn’t drop her. she was still a little weak from getting sick.

“Okay, we’re definitely signing you up for WWE why the hell are you so strong?” you laugh placing her back on her own two feet and slap her butt. “Shut up, so since you’re feeling better you wanna go to the drive-in with us tonight? me, Yelena and Kate?” she shakes her head declining your offer. “No, we can go to the drive-in, we’re not sharing a car with them I want you all to myself.” part of it was true but it was also the fact that Kate and Wanda still had unsettled tension. 

“You’re so difficult you know that? you could’ve just said yes.”

“Where’s the fun in that? Now come on I believe you owe me a milkshake my love.” she eagerly pulls your arm as she leads you to her car.

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Everyone decided to meet up at the drive-in. you were apprehensive only because of the movie hey were showing tonight. you hated horror films most of the time you could tolerate certain things, like jump scars. seeing gory dead people, demons and creatures frightened you. you sit in the passenger seat hands linked with Wanda’s. your anxiety was through the roof with anticipation. you know it’s coming and yet when the demon pops up on the screen you still jump and clench onto Wanda tighter. she notices but doesn’t say anything loving the feeling of you being needy for her touch or comfort to sooth you, she vows to hold you in her arms the rest of the movie when you get scared again but you beat her to the punch when you get so scared you leap on to her lap honking the horn in the process. all eyes were on you and Wanda in her car for a moment before everyone went back to watching the screen or doing other things. 

“Hey, you okay princess?” she chuckles and holds your head as you burry your face in her shirt. “It’s not funny asshole.” you snap back at her, not in an offensive way just an irritated and embarrassed way. “Sorry, do you want to leave?” she looks to you with concern now, if this movie was truly too much for you, she would start this car immediately and take you wherever you wanted to go, there was no limit when it came to you. “No, I’m not a punk I can finish the movie and how are you not getting scared from this shit? seriously feel my heartbeat.” she laughs at your mini rant. 

“I don’t get scared easily dorogoy.” she places her hand over your heart and slowly pulls you forward into a slow and tender kiss. the soft feeling of her lips, the way your tongues meshed together, and just the familiar feeling you’ve gotten used to makes your senses overload. you find yourselves into a heated make out session, still slow but with much more intensity. Wanda could only hold off so long with her hand still resting over your heartbeat, her hand drifts down to squeeze your breast. the shocking touch sent warm vibrations throughout your body and once again made you hit the steering wheel honking the horn. “Shit! my bad.” you turn towards the window and apologize to the other cars in the close proximity. 

“you’re so jumpy tonight why don’t you go take a walk and get us some snacks?” she kisses your neck as she waits for an answer. “Are you trying to get rid of me?” you probably needed some fresh air hopefully that would help you to finish the movie all the way through. “No, never. This will give you an excuse to leave and not have to watch the next few scenes. I can just tell you what happened.” you had a bet with Yelena that you could stay the whole night and tell her what happened in the movie. “Okay, what kind of snacks do you want?” she hums in thought for a few seconds. “Something salty, I have something sweet already.” she nips at you lip and quickly soothes over the stinging sensation. 

“Smooth, real smooth if I didn’t know any better, I would think you were trying to get in my pants.” your knowing tilt your head at her. “Aren’t I always?” she kisses you again and hands you a stack of cash to buy whatever you wanted at the snack bar. 

“I’m gonna make a quick restroom break and then I’ll be right back with snacks.” you lean over her to open the car door receive a smack to your butt on the way out and Wanda telling you not to take too long. you left the car just in time when Wanda actually jumped from a gruesome scene playing out on the giant screen. Wanda was just that lucky knowing you would tease her and never let her live it down when she’s always giving you the ‘I don’t get scared of anything.’ vibes. everything always worked in her favor.

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Taking a quick look at the snack line it was a little bit of a wait, so you head to the restroom. coming out of the stall and washing your hands you feel a figure standing next to you. slowly peeking up beside you, you quickly turn back to the sink putting more haste and quickness in your movements. 

“Hello, y/n.” Jean leans against the sink waiting on you to respond. “Oh, you remembered my name this time?” 

“Yeah, I guess I did.” you grab some paper towels to dry your hands off and Jean still lingers by the sink watching you intensely. you exhale deeply and turn around to face Jean. “Did you need something?” she hums in satisfaction. “Actually, yes! glad you asked. I’m just wondering when you’re going to see Wanda’s true colors?” she tilts her head curiously as her eyes roam over you. 

“Look I know she’s a little mean and pushy but she’s not a horrible person. So what else you got?” you lean against the sink waiting to see what kind of excuse and reason she would come up with.

“I’m telling you that you really don’t know her, and what she’s capable of. Can you really truly be with her when you find out how she really is? I know I can, one hundred percent, I don’t care how she is to other people but you, you have morals and expectations for her. I love her unconditionally; can you say the same?” you were getting upset with her talking about Wanda in this manner like she was around long enough to even have a conversation with Wanda. Hell, she didn’t even have the privilege of pillow talk with Wanda. Now she was talking about love?? she loved wanda? this was beyond her just upset about being dropped from Wanda’s beck and call. this was obsession, she was obsessed with Wanda and now you by association.

“Love? What do you know about love? You don’t even know her outside of her using you for a quick fuck. Are you really that far gone in the head that you can’t understand that Wanda wants no part of you? she’s not interested in you. you were nothing but a quick nut for her. move on. you’re way too smart to be acting like this Jean.” 

“I never thought you’d have such a filthy mouth. if you thought I was just a quick fuck you’re out of your mind.” you chuckle and fold your arms against your chest. “Well, I guess I’m out of my fucking mind because who has Wanda waiting for them outside right now? it’s definitely not you, the quick fuck.” you step closer to her with confidence and determination written in your eyes Jean mirrors you every step, backing away from you. 

“Who practically lives at Wanda’s apartment? has she bought you anything? helped you study? and who’s going to meet her parents when we go on break? Me! her girlfriend. you send her a tight-lipped smile in return. “Jean we’ve been together for a month now, she’s not going anywhere I literally have her wrapped around my finger.”

“How long until she gets bored of you? that’s her game. she stops at nothing to get what she wants, and when she no longer wants it anymore, she drops you.” part of you felt bad for Jean. no one should feel this way. Wanda never lied to her about what they were right? everyone knew she wasn’t the relationship type even you, but you understood because much like everyone else on campus you still wanted her attention, and you had it for a split second before she forgot about you and gave all the attention you thought was meant for you to Jean.

“Like I said, you don’t know her. whatever, Wanda you had, is not the same one that’s sitting out there waiting for me.” you point at the door starting to get annoyed with this conversation, you just wanted to watch the movie with your girlfriend in her car and possibly fuck in the front seat later, this was not on your schedule plan. Jean parts her lips for another come back and you no longer want to hear what she’s saying so you head for the restroom door.

“You don’t know her either.” you stop in front of the door hand on the door handle. Jean has her hand placed against the door keeping your from leaving and bringing her cellphone into your line of sight. seeing them and hearing the voice of your girlfriend and your best friend arguing over whether or not to tell you the truth. your friend Kate Bishop sold you out for drugs. Was her need for them really that strong that she would throw away your friendship for it? She obviously proved to you that it was, because if it wasn’t, if she was a true friend to you, she wouldn’t have done this. And Wanda was just as sick for toying with Kate’s emotions. You feel sick, sick to your stomach at feeling like nothing but an object and the price? Your value was the equivalent of a few bags of weed and Xanax pills. You feel stupid, after the nights you two shared you thought maybe you misunderstood Wanda as a person. she went through a lot but that didn’t excuse this. She’s exactly who you thought she was. You were played, not only by Wanda but by someone you considered family. Jean takes pride in seeing you distraught and sad. “Like I said, you don’t know her.” she leaves it at that and exits the restroom all together. you take a moment to calm yourself and process everything that happened. you storm out of the bathroom and make your way back to the car. 

Wanda sees you returning to the car empty handed and with a not so energetic look on your face. when you open the car door and sit in the passenger seat facing Wanda, she questions you. “Y/n? What’s wrong? What happened to the snacks?” Just the sound of her voice fills your body with rage stark contrast to how it made you feel moments before everything was revealed. Wanda doesn’t know what’s going on. “Did I do something?” You want to see if she had any kind of sympathetic emotions about what’s she done. If she’ll come clean without going too much into detail. “I don’t know did you?” you shift in your seat and turn your body all the way to fully face her. She just stares at you giving you a questioning look about what was going on with you. “Right, that’s expecting too much from you.” you scuff and grab your bag from the dashboard. 

“What are you talk-“she grasps your hand before you can fully exit the car. she couldn’t even finish asking you what the hell was going on before you snatched your hand from her grip.

“I just had an interesting conversation with Jean.” 

“Jean? Why the hell are you talking to her? Is she stalking you or something?” honestly Wanda was sick and tired of her always being in the middle of your relationship, Wanda didn’t have many regrets, but Jean was one of them. she wished she left her alone, she wished she’d stuck to the one and done rule, and most of all she wishes she ended up with you that night at the party.

“I’m going to ask you this once. Do you have something to tell me?” 

“Other than I love what you have on and can’t wait to take it off?” she tries to make light of the situation, trying to bring back the energy that was once in this car before you left to get snacks. this was not the time to be playful this was serious, and she couldn’t see it when its practically written all over your face!

“Fuck you.” you exit the car and slam her car door.

“What the fuck?” Wanda scrambles to open the door and catch up with you, she didn’t know what hell was going on with you. you were just fine moments ago. she pulls you back by your arm and turns you around to face her.

 “Tell me what’s upsetting you dorogoy. what kind of lie did that jealous, obsessed, bitch say to you? Let me know so that I can reassure you.” her anxiety level was higher than it’s ever been in this moment right now. she starts to calm down more as you allow her to get closer to you this time. “She’s not the one lying and playing mind games this time Wanda, it’s you.” The frustrated teary-eyed look you give her is enough for her to put the pieces together about what you’re talking about. She didn’t think this would happen. She was too caught up with just being with you that actually telling you the truth was put in the back of her mind the further you two got closer. 

“I know. I know about everything. About your arrangement with Kate.” Wanda was going to ruin Jean’s life. How did she even find out about the arrangement she and Kate had? Wanda was going to need a miracle to get out of this one without facing the consequences of her actions. all the warmth and heat Wanda had throughout her body was now drained just from hearing you say those words. Her first reaction was to come clean about everything, but Wanda was still trying to justify herself and save face. “What arrangement? I don’t know what she’s talking about, she’s lying baby.” You couldn’t believe her; she was still lying to you. 

“You’re going to lie to my fucking face even more? I saw and I heard with my own eyes Wanda! That night at the apartment Kate was going tell me everything and you lied telling her you would be the one to tell me the truth.” 

“Baby I’m telling yo-” you gave her no room to shoot more lies from her lips. Wanda flinches from the snappy and harsh tone you give her. “Don’t insult my fucking intelligence, Wanda.” 

“Can you please just-“ you slapped her, were you regretful about it? no, not at all. in this moment you felt like she deserved it. you feel stupid. embarrassed, and weak. Wanda clutches her face with her jaw dropped and her anxiety raising with each passing second you stare into her. “I saw and heard everything; Jean recorded the conversation you had with Kate.” Jean was right you really didn’t know Wanda. one month down the drain.

spotting the commotion from her car Yelena was quick to run over to you and be the backup you needed if thing escalated any further. Kate follows behind her no matter how much she wants to hide in the trunk or the back seat of a car, she knew this would come to the light sooner or later just not a whole month going by. every time she thought about just telling you she couldn’t bring herself to do it. Stepping in front of you Yelena shields you from Wanda’s grasp. “Is there a problem Y/n/n?” Yelena doesn’t take her eyes off of Wanda as she asks the question.

“Yes, we’re fine now can you let us finish our conversation?” Wanda steps forward to resume the talk between you two but Yelena blocks Wanda’s attempt again. “Y/n why don’t you go wait by my car.” you nod and walk away not sparring Wanda another glance. you walk past Kate not even giving her the time of day, you couldn’t even look at her right now. what Wanda did was fucked up but at the end of the day she didn’t really owe you any loyalty, not like Kate did. that was your best friend, your family, you thought she’d have your back through any and everything and yet she practically gave you away to get high.

Each step Wanda took Yelena mirrored it with ease she was very protective of you she was gracious enough to give Wanda a warning and she still managed to fuck it up. “Yelena, move out the way you don’t even know what’s going on.”  Wanda needed to catch up with you so that you could hear her out. yes, she used Kate’s weakness against her but it for a greater cause not to mention it was harmless it was just a little detail about your class schedule and getting you to the right place at the right time. how couldn’t you see that she didn’t do this out a malicious intent at least not with Kate. Wanda was never going to actually do all of those things to Kate she was just so gullible to believe it. was it a dick move? yes but it was just a bunch of empty threats. Now Daisy was a different story she was actually competition that needed to be eliminated, Wanda wanted you so bad she didn’t care about how she ended up with you. Now she wishes she took a different approach.

 “I know my best friend just walked away angry and crying so quite frankly that’s all I need to know about the situation. I told you what would happen if you hurt her.” Yelena floors Wanda to the concrete ground with a swift leg sweep. She basically punches first and asks questions later, if she even cared enough to ask, but this was you, so she’d definitely be snuggled up to you later asking for details on what happened. 

“What the fuck?” Wanda yells out from the pain. A crowd of people forming around them as they both go blow for blow on the ground a few feet away from you. “What did you do? I’m not going to ask you again Wanda.” Wanda put up a good fight, but Yelena was far too trained to be taken down by Wanda. “Are you insane? you don’t even know what happened you psycho!” Wanda throws a punch of her own that connected to Yelena’s face.  

You’re too enraged yourself to actually take sight of what’s happening around you at the moment on focused on the anger, hurt, and a sadden Kate in front of you. “Y/n, can you slow down please and talk to me, please.” she grabs your hand hoping it would stop your fast paced walking. you quickly turn around to face her snatching your hand away from her in the process. “Now you want to talk? you had a month! you had a month to tell me what the hell was going on. you had a month and just the fact that you would even do that to me! a few bags of weed and xanax....was that all our friendship was worth? was that all I was worth to you?” your voice raised in volume alerting everyone else in the parking lot.

“Y/n/n” just the sadness in her eyes made you angry what the fuck was she sad about? She wasn’t the one being pimped out for drugs you were! Before she could muster up any excuse the loud contact from the slap to her face stops whatever bullshit lie was going to fall from her lips. she gets the courage to attempt her apology again which only furthers your anger before you know it you and Kate find yourselves in a struggle of power. bumping into parked cars until finally you both ended up on the ground. Wanda and Yelena are rolling around on the ground. The same time you and Kate roll around on the ground. Natasha and Pietro finally push through the sea of people, and they don’t know which fight to break up first. Natasha goes to pull Yelena off of Wanda and Pietro pulls you off of Kate. 

When Yelena finally pulls her enraged eyes away from Wanda, she looks to find Kate scuffed and bloody. “Bishop, what did you do? Why did y/n-” Kate only shakes her head. unable to say the words especially in front of a crowd of people. the only thing Yelena can come up with is that Wanda cheated on you with Kate, because of her reputation but also because she’s never seen you lay a hand on Kate, not in this way, not to physically hurt her. Yelena would find out about everything later if you wished to talk about things tonight, if not she wouldn’t push you. after having a multiple person staring contest, she takes the initiative to check in on you. 

“You want me to take you back home?” you nod before grabbing your bag off of the ground. Yelena waits for you to start moving but you don’t. Kate speaks up for the first time since she tried to explain herself. “You were my ride; can you drop me off?” Yelena looked at you for a brief moment trying to see if you would silently give her an indication on you repatching things up Kate. Yelena didn’t know about anything that went down but she can tell that you just want to go home. 

“Natasha, can you give Kate a ride back home please?” she looks past her best friend and towards her sister, when she receives a head nod in response, she focuses back on you and getting you back to the comfort of your room. Wanda tries to free herself from the hold Pietro and Natasha has on her on the ground. it wasn’t until she saw you taking steps away from her that she started to go back into panic mode.

“Y/n?” Pietro holds her down with more strength. “No sestra, that’s enough for one night we need to get some ice on your face.” she’s not listening still trying to be set free, it isn’t until Natasha speaks that she finally relaxes.

“Give her some time to cool off Wands, she doesn’t look like she’s in the mood to talk things out tonight.” her eyes water but she nods and agrees to stay in her spot and wait for Pietro to come back with some ice. Natasha really wants to know what the hell went on for this to happen. she’s never seen you so upset, and Yelena was furious without even knowing what went down, Wanda can only imagine how she’ll react when she gets all the details. security comes over to tell everyone to leave the premises before they call the cops to arrest everyone involved. that’s when the crowd disperses with ease going back to their cars as if nothing happened.

Wanda spits blood from her mouth, stands on her feet and sends you an apologetic look just before you fully turned your back on her. an apologetic look you weren’t interested in seeing. maybe you were being too sensitive about what happened. maybe it showed how badly she wanted to be with you but on the other hand if she was willing to do this just to get the time of day what else was she capable of doing? how far would she go? what else has she done behind your back? Wanda didn’t lie when she said she didn’t scare easily. Key word being ‘easily’. everyone is scared of something, but in this moment, Wanda wasn’t scared. For the first time in her life Wanda could truly say she was terrified. She was terrified of losing you.

#wanda maximoff x reader #stoner!wanda #favors au #wanda maximoff x femreader

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Lies Become You - By Seoru (7.5/10)

I don't like this one personally. The clichés gradually pile on until it becomes unbearable. The beginning is good. The art is good. The lore is good, but by chapter fifty our main character is blessed by a goddess with purification powers to match. Oh, and an entire magical royal family starts drooling over her. It gets cheesy, which isn't what I wanted or expected.

Veronica doesn't exist. The Prince's evil girlfriend is an actress hired to push him into the arms of the right woman. The plan works. The idiot prince chooses the innocent queenling "Veronica" tried to "poison". The issue is nobody wants to pay Veronica for her amazing performance.

She doesn't get the clean escape she was promised, or a single gold coin. Lacey (this is also not her real name) has to run for her life. She works for a criminal group called Fiore, and they somehow abandon her and string her along. Her relationship with her boss gets toxic. She has to cut ties with Fiore too, and find a new life with no cash on top of that.

She sneaks onto a ship, and she meets the Handsome Prince, Halid. Lacey actually respects Halid. Halid is the only man who saw through her Veronica act. Most of it anyway. Everybody in court was charmed by Veronica's beauty and flattery. Halid was completely disgusted by her behavior. "Veronica" was hired to be obsessive and possessive around the bland prince, to teach him a lesson. Her example showed the idiot that it's better for him to choose a good bride, least he get stuck with a crazy beauty. Halid was so enraged by her behavior that he scorned her several times in public. He didn’t know she was acting classless on purpose, so she understands why he hates her.

He immediately proposes to her.

Huh?

Let me make this quicker for you.

Halid was jealous. He wanted "Veronica" to fawn over him and love him instead. Lacey assumes he wants a contract marriage. He lets her believe that, but he intends to keep her.

What a set up!

Lies. Backstabbing. A handsome prince with odd preferences when it comes to women. Why is he interested in a firey liar like Lacey??? Could it be? Is he actually...dare I say it...interesting???

Nope.

Halid knows Lacey. They met as kids. He is obsessively in love with her. He hasn't done anything with any women, and he's been pining for her since the day he met her.

Why?

Halid can hear voices.

Lacey's presence stops the voices.

Also her real name is Nerys, and she has special amethyst eyeballs. When they enter the magic kingdom of Irina a dragon rises from the sea to welcome her. Our crafty street urchin actress quickly becomes a stock, bland...Lost Saintess character.

I am so frustrated right now.

Even writing this is painful. After twenty five tense and hot chapters this is the conclusion we get. Nerys was born a special snowflake. That's why she gets everything handed to her on a golden plate.

It. Is. Maddening.

There's even an annoying mascot/magical familiar character. Allow me to remind you. In the beginning we had.

- A veteran criminal actress who manipulated a prince into marrying a more ideal bride.

- An angry prince (who doesn't like her) that agrees to save her when she flees treachery.

- A guild of villains who intend to haunt her because of her past "work" +plus tons of other formidable potential enemies.

But...in the end we get this. Nerys is the uncontested princess consort. NOBODY objects to Halid's choice. Nobody important anyway. The Fiore guild just kinda fades into the distance. Nerys goes to another nation and she gets armed guards, so they're really no threat. Even though they used and controlled her as a kid, and the guild master should be her final boss...but he isn't.

No.

Nerys has to host a bunch of tea parties, with other princesses that kiss her butt.

I hate you Seoru.

I don't like you on a personal level.

You wrote one quarter of a good book, and then you stapled generic otome isekai junk over the rest of the pages.

Fuck you.

The wedding is beautiful!

She even gets poisoned!

How dramatic!

The main suspect clearly didn't do it though. Halid's younger brother is also a Nerys fan.

Everybody is.

Politics doesn't matter when you have special amethyst eyes. The real villain is some shadowy idiot that we don't even meet until the end of season 2.

The issue is none of the main characters are a threat. The villains we have are just there to get slaughtered. Halid and Nerys are both OP. Like, godly OP. Both of them have more magic than anyone else, which makes the romance feel so damn hollow. Halid didn't see and fall for "Veronica" in all of her evil glory. He knew she was Lacey from the start...so he knew she was kind and tragic from the start. We don't get a fascinating and morally grey couple. We get two OP blessed hotties in mutual love.

Halid's parents also completely approve by the way. No problem. Everybody thought the prince would never marry, because he's been keeping himself virginal for Nerys. He doesn't even have like...an affectionate relationship with his parents...but they let him do whatever he wants anyway.

His parents literally like Nerys more than him its insane.

Snore.

#yandere #male yandere #yandere male #yandere boy #recommendations #recs #rec #recommended #webtoon #otome

[m4ndysk4nkovich]

fiona gallagher and debbie gallagher.

something i’ve noticed in the shameless fandom is that some (a lot of) people hate debbie and love fiona, and others hate fiona and love debbie. what honestly confuses me is why more people don’t love them both so much?

so, to start off- they both share three important things about their characters. grew up/matured far too quickly, constantly self-destruct, and are the only girls. these three things make it so that they’re more similar, but also make it so that they are always fighting with eachother and the fandom is always putting them against eachother.

in fiona’s case, she had no choice but to grow up too quickly. actually, that’s the case for every gallagher, but especially her, since she was first, and the second that lip was born (when she was 5) she became a mother. she had no choice, it was either raise her siblings, or let them die. she further started self-destructing by having sex at a young age, and once she started doing that she did it frequently, to the point where she connected it to her worth. she got into toxic relationships, and jumped from relationship to relationship without every catching a break (that’s a direct quote from shameless) and throughout the show, fucks herself over whenever things are going well. for example, going on a bender while on probation. and, a lot of the people who hate her (irl and in the show) are misogynist’s or people who don’t bother to understand her well enough to hate her.

in debbie’s case, she grew up too fast also not by choice, except there came a point where she started to mature quicker on purpose when she no longer needed to act 23 at 13. one of her first lines is, “you’re almost nine, carl. you’re going to need to start pulling your weight.” she’s a year older than him so clearly she has already done her part and stepped up, and throughout the first two seasons you see her acting so mature, yet so childish. she goes from kidnapping a child to innocently playing with a baby doll and naming her “gin-gin”. then, there comes a point where fiona has taken legal guardianship of the kids, and has a good job. she has an opportunity to relax, but she doesn’t. debbie is traumatized, and abandoned, and scared, so she confides in the comfort she’s seen work for her older sister, older guys. she dresses a certain way, sleeps with a twenty year old guy (whatever your thoughts are on that situation doesn’t matter in this case), and ends up getting herself pregnant and carrying the child to term. this is all pure self-destruction. then she continues to self-destruct, ruining friendship’s, relationship’s, even her bond with her family members. all of her hurt and trauma from childhood led her straight into the depths of hell. and what’s one of the major reasons she’s hated in the show and in real life? you guessed it! because she’s a woman. and like her sister, another reason she’s hated is because people refuse to read into her character and only see what’s on the surface.

fiona and debbie are two hurt girls who didn’t recieve enough love and so they self-destructed. but, do you want to know the most ironic thing? that’s what every single gallagher ever has done.

frank is a drunk and a drug addict who never bothered to attempt to recover, even when it was for his kids, and even when it was for himself.

lip is an alcoholic who has purposefully ruined his relationships and his schooling just because. he, unlike his father, has tried to recover, but fails.

ian also ruins his relationships to destruct himself, and like his sisters, starting having sex with older guys at a young age. we even see him burn himself “just to feel something”. in ian’s case, though, he gets a happy ending. not everybody really gets that.

carl doesn’t self-destruct as much, but at one point with kelly, he did. he gave up on west point, he gave up on becoming a cop, he gave up on everything and just decided to work at fast food until the alcoholism, substance abuse, and mental illness came to him.

liam honestly didn’t get the time to destruct himself… he was so young throughout the entire show. however, there was that part where he found this potential family for him that were all black and related to monica, and he felt seen by them. but then he robbed them all and ruined it. i’m not sure this really counts as much, though.

but the boys never get as much criticism, because why would they. they’re boys.

fiona and debbie should feel more connected. when fiona leaves, debbie takes on her role and tries to hold everything together, but instead, everything falls apart. debbie has really always wanted to be like fiona, and i always see people on tiktok saying “debbie’s really trying to be fiona💀” and shit, but it’s honestly true, she is like her. just not in the best ways.

anyways, that’s my rant. i have more to say but this is all that’s really important.

#shameless #shameless us #shameless rant #shameless analysis #character analysis #shameless meta #fiona gallagher #debbie gallagher #frank gallagher #lip gallagher #ian gallagher #carl gallagher #liam gallagher shameless #i also mean NO HARM to the boys (except frank) i’m just saying #feminism #i know that nobody will read this entire thing lmao #i just have a lot to say #franny gallagher

[princess-of-the-corner]

Kinda curious now, what are your thoughts on Adrichat asking Maribug out instead of coming clean about figuring out her identity. I searched on your blog but if you've talked about it before the search function won't bring it up

I kinda wish we would have gotten something like that in the show properly. At the very least it would make their issues in S4 less one sided

It's.... complicated.

While I don't think I've made a post about it, I think I addressed it decently both through my writing of their romance in Lady Luck(where Adrien is the only one with a secret identity in the first place and Mari is in love with Chat), and through that one idea I had for a 'toxic ladrien dating' thing.

I understand Adrien's hesitance to tell Marinette that he knows her identity. I do 100% think he should have told her! But LB was always the much more hesitant one when it came to the identities, and she's rejected 'Chat' many times in favor of 'Adrien'.

Not only is he worried that she's going to have a huge panic and maybe try to get them to stop being partners because of the danger, but he fears that she might like him better as 'Adrien' than 'Chat'. (not in a 'true selves' way, but both are a persona and the real Adrien is a mix. Would she like the real Adrien though?)

Bonus points for the fact that while he's sure of his own feelings, she might take this revelation in a similar way of him loving 'Ladybug' and not 'Marinette'.

So he's hesitant to tell her, but very much in love with her, so he goes for the romance. And is probably trying to figure out a good way to tell her, but he hesitates. And the longer he hesitates, the harder it gets to tell her.

Adrien has also grown up in a household where, if he wants to have any sort of happiness, then a lot of times it's an 'ask forgiveness rather than permission' type of situation. Not justified either, but again a reason.

I still do think this is a bit sketchy, as he should have told her. Both so she knows and they're on equal ground, but also so that she's aware of the new layer of danger. That was a Bad Move™.

Now, my main problem with the hypothetical presented in Chat Blanc, of Adrien knowing Mari is Ladybug and dating her without telling her he knows and that he's Chat.

Is that there's a lot of room for potential manipulation.

We don't get to see where this goes! Because their dates in Chat Blanc are all just a montage of 'everything's perfect until Gabriel decides to be a big old bag of dicks'.

But there's a lot of things that he could do. Maybe it's something small and innocent, like Chat knows that Maribug had a bad day so Adrien shows up at the perfect time to give comfort. Maybe Ladybug spies a dress in the window she adores and the next day Adrien buys it for Marinette.

And that doesn't seem too bad. But there are things that she would vent to a friend like Chat rather than Adrien. Sometimes about Adrien. What happens when they have a fight, as all couples do, and she asks Chat for advice? Would he try to abstain knowing that he's biased, or would he tell her that her boyfriend is right and that she should feel bad for not listening to him?

Now, again: We never get to see this in the show. We never grapple with it. But it could have been interesting if we did, and that I'd have more of a 'hey that's FUCKED' stance on. Ofc Adrien can step back, learn from it, and fix it. But I think Marinette would have a right to be hurt.

Which is another thing that Chat Blanc didn't show us: Marinette's reaction to finding out how long he's known her identity.

I think she should have had every right to be mad at him. To yell and scream and call him out on that move. Maybe even break up with him and hell possibly even step back for a minute and let Scarabella handle things for a while because this has thrown off their whole partnership.

Ultimately he'd apologize, admit it was kinda fucked, promise to do better, and she'd forgive him and they'd start dating again on equal terms this time.

[gerogerigaogaigar]

Dolly Parton - Coat Of Many Colors

The 70s weren't particularly kind to country music, but Dolly Parton stands out as a shining beacon amidst a fog of mediocrity. The title track is a beautiful story about a mother's love that is apparently a true story from Parton's childhood. From there we immediately get a song where the singer's mother steals her boyfriend. It kinda goes like that, either beautiful sincere tracks like Coat Of Many Colors and Here I Am, or unrelenting savagery like in Traveling Man and If I Lose My Mind. I would never have it any other way. Go off queen.

Tracy Chapman - s/t

Ready for some emotional devastation? This album comes out the gate swinging and doesn't let up. This album's theme is feeling helpless to change your circumstances. Fast Cars is about trying to run away from a toxic environment only to recreate it. Behind The Walls is about being unable to stop domestic abuse even when you know it's happening. Mountains Of Things is about being trapped by commodity fetishism despite knowing it won't help you. In all these songs systems prevent individuals from improving their lives. The message is nothing without the actual substance of the music though, so it's fortunate that Chapman has one of the best and richest voices I've ever heard. And her brand of folk rock is beautifully complimentary. Lefty music doesn't get much better than this.

Bob Dylan - Freewheelin' Bob Dylan

It may be his second album, but this is his real debut. Bob Dylan proved that you could be a shitty singer, mediocre guitarist, and atrocious harmonica player, but if put together the right way then the sum of the parts is worth so much more. Dylan's combination of traditional folksy numbers like Girl From North Country and Don't Think Twice It's All Right are matched with the political statements that made him a counterculture icon. Masters Of War may seem blunt and obvious by today's standards, but it's stark condemnation of war mongering politicians is still pretty brutal. And A Hard Rains A-Gonna Fall is proof of his ability to write lyrics that express abstract feelings rather than direct thoughts.

Herbie Hancock - Head Hunters

I feel like when people think of jazz they don't tend to think of catchy toe tappers. There's an expectation for it to be a fairly serious genre that is hard to "get". Herbie Hancock threw that idea right out the window when he made Head Hunters the most fun jazz album of all time. The funk influences are extremely apparent with each track featuring an extremely punchy drum beat and juicy fucking bass lines that will get permanently stuck in your head. Everyone is nailing it here but obviously Hancock himself is the star player with his electric piano and clavinet solos having the brightest and bubbliest tone I've ever heard and it just cuts through the mix and delivers pure joy to your ears. Without a doubt one of my favorite albums of all time.

Pink Floyd - Piper At The Gates Of Dawn

When I was in high school one of my friends just fucking loved the song Bike and sometimes we would just burst into it whenever or wherever. Like all of walking somewhere and we'd just start up like "IVE GOT A BIKE YOU CAN RIDE IT IF YOU LIKE!" full fucking volume like a bunch of animals. Anyway this album is fanciful as all hell. Gnomes, scarecrows, bikes, kitty cats named Lucifer Sam, and bedtime stories. This album is delightful. It exudes innocent joy like no other album. Songs like Astronomy Domine and Interstellar Overdrive sound spacey not because they sound peaceful like floating in space but explosive like a rocket taking off. Other tracks will sound like campfire songs. It's beautiful. The end of Bike where the album closes out on a disjointed series of cacophonous clanking was my first introduction to noise as music so that song probably ruined me permanently.

Devo - Q: Are We Not Men? A: We Are Devo!

One of the original punk bands even if you wouldn't normally think of them as such. Devo did everything in their power to be weird little freaks. Jerky, stuttery guitars and rigid drum beats all designed to sound as mechanical as possible. It an amazing achievement that is perfectly exemplified by their awkward but brilliant cover of the Rolling Stones' Satisfaction. There's a general sense of 50s rock and roll filtered through the 'came back wrong' trope. The album lumbers along like it's made of de evolved rock music.

Elton John - Honky Château

This is probably Elton John's most cohesive album. The country rock of Tumbleweed Connection meets the dramatic arrangements of Madman Across The Water. John's songwriting partner Bernie Taupin is also at the top of his game on this one. Obviously everyone loves Rocket Man, it's iconic for a reason, by good god is the song I Think I'm Going To Kill Myself funny. I'm serious, this tongue and cheek song about teenage angst is one of the funniest things I've ever heard. I'm kinda blown away at how good Elton John, a British man, is at doing honky tonk and country music too. Too talented of a guy really. Love this album.

#500 album gauntlet #dolly parton #tracy chapman #bob dylan #herbie hancock #pink floyd #devo #elton john #halfway done only 250 more to go

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Owlhouse AU brainrot: Marcy, after a few weeks in the boiling Isles, begins to think more and more about Anne and Sasha. Wanting to check up on them, Marcy learns a scrying spell/potion. When everything's ready, she casts it - and something goes wrong. There's an explosion of magic, and when the dust settles, there, standing before Marcy, are Anne and Sasha.

Context: AU where Marcy does move to Conneticut without going to Amphibia, ends up going through Eda's teleporter door in place of Luz.

Welp, guess this is my brain until I get this out again. So I am gonna tinker with this premise a bit, but don't let that stop you from writing this is its in your brain.

So to start, I don't think I would let this be the new status quo. I think a big problem with crossovers is cast bloat. Leading to too little narrative to share around.

That said, this would be an incredible premise for an episode/chapter. It's so good. I love it, here is how I think it would go.

This would probably happen midway through Season 1. Marcy, Hunter and Amity are pretty firmly established as the main trio for the story. Hunter has dropped any pretense and has embraced his friendship with Marcy. Amity is somewhere between Adventures in the Elements and Enchanting Grom Fight in terms of her developing crush on Marcy

In my original post I posed 2 different possibilities for how the Calamity Trio handled the move. This episode idea is so good that I think I would choose to have them be still be on speaking terms prior to Marcy getting teleported.

So I think that Marcy has trouble acquiring all the ingredients for the scrying potion, and tries to improvise some substitutions. Ultimately this results in a Planar Binding Potion rather than a scrying spell. One that has to be undone before lets say the next evening or else Anne and Sasha's souls are forfeit. Something serious enough that even at her most selfish Marcy wouldn't ever think of trying to keep them there.

Sasha is fucking bewildered, and while Anne is also confused and weirded out, she is really happy to see Marcy.

Knowing she's going to need help, Marcy seeks out Lilith's help. Lilith basically knows a way to break the binding from her research into curse breaking for Eda, but needs Marcy to get a key ingredient while she prepares the ritual. Knowing she can't do this alone, Marcy seeks out Amity and Hunter's help.

While the circumstances could be better, Marcy is really excited to introduce her old friends to her new friends. And boy, it goes sooo fuckin bad ya'll.

So we have this through line of them going to get this key ingredient, doesn't really matter what it is, just needs to be a macguffin really. Keep in mind that Sasha and Anne have basically had no character development in this AU.

So Sasha is just generally putting down and being dismissive of Marcy, like she's always been. And hunter, who can't recognize it coming from Belos towards him, absolutely clocks how it makes Marcy feels. I think this would also be a early moment of realization for Hunter that his relationship with Belos might be toxic, as Marcy makes excuses for Sasha's attitude and behavior. I think it just increasingly gets under Hunter's skin and he starts sniping back at Sasha until they finally come to blows at the climax of the quest.

I think Amity would be on the same page as Hunter, but she is absolutely tunnel vision on Anne. You see Anne is kind of freaked out and terrified in the Boiling Isles. That plus a mixture of missing Marcy and Anne being Anne, she is being really clingy and physically affectionate with Marcy. And Amity is just simmering in a cauldron of jealousy. She's doing her best to hide it and play nice, but she is also fucking awkward trying to subtly figure out if Anne and Marcy were dating, or are dating, or had feelings that were never acted upon, etc. This all goes right over Anne's head, and she keeps innocently giving the worst answers for Amity's anxieties

Amity: "Did you and Marcy ever talk about romance stuff or...? Anne: "Like shipping, yeah, Marcy was super into fandom stuff. "

Amity: "So you're pretty close with Marcy, huh?" Anne: "Yeah dude! Thick as thieves. You know we used to fall asleep in each other's arms during sleepovers?"

Amity: "I guess you guys experienced a lot growing up together..." Anne: "Definitely, we were each other's first kiss? Back in Kindergarten on Valentine's day."

Hunter and Sasha's fight at the end of the quest ends up jeopardizing Marcy, and Anne and Amity both jump to help her. And in the process Anne finally picks up that Amity is crushing on Marcy.

Ultimately they get the ingredient before the time limit. Sasha is full of salt after her brawl with hunter and basically tries to put an ultimatum on Marcy to stop being friends with Hunter. Marcy tries to reason with her to no avail and Marcy in a moment of growth chooses her new friends over Sasha. Sasha is pissed and basically stalks over to the binding severing and bails.

Anne promises to talk to her, and Marcy notices that Anne looks a little run down and asks if Anne is doing alright. Anne brushes it aside saying she's alright. Just tough trying to keep up with Sash. We'd probably follow up on this in a theoretical Earth arc, if the gang got trapped back in LA like Luz and crew do at the end of S2. Or a cutaway episode where Boiling Isles are bleeding over onto Earth like the episode with V when Luz gets her portal half working.

Lilith would call Marcy over briefly and Anne would take the opportunity to thank Amity and Hunter for befriending Marcy. Then slip Amity some tips on things Marcy might like as gifts, giving Amity a knowing wink before her time is up and she has to go drink the counter magic potion for the Planar Binding.

Ah, what a fun episode. Good times. Alright, back to AWIW now that has been excised from my brain

#Marcy in the Boiling Isles #Marcy Wu #anne boonchuy #Amphibia #the owl house #toh #au

[manygalaxiesinone]

Worst Fictional Friends in my opinion:

1. Heather (Total Drama). You know you fucked up when Lindsay and Beth became besties over their dislike of you. I would also put Duncan here as well as he technically broke bro code. Damn season 2 did my boy, Trent, dirty. But to be fair, Courtney was not making things easy. Her little controlling toxic ass. I should put her up here too after plotting to vote Gwen off right after the two of them made up, but I want to stick to just one character per series.

2. Rigby (Regular Show) there are MULTIPLE TIMES where Rigby fucked things up for Mordecai, (granted Mordecai isn't exactly innocent himself) but this dood bet not only his soul, but all of his friends in the park for a soul ball behind their backs! And let’s not forget that Rigby hid Mordecai’s college acceptance letter out of envy. Like I said, Mordecai’s not innocent either, but Rigby caused way more problems at the end of the day in my opinion.

3. Okay if you think about it, both Sasuke Uchiha and Sakura Haruno were pretty toxic. Do I really need to say anything in Sasuke's case? He tried to kill him like multiple times. And Sakura made fun of him for being an orphan in front of Sasuke, who is another orphan! Can’t really decide which one is worse overall, so I’ll just leave it at a tie and let you guys decide. They should've put Naruto with Shikamaru and Hinata on the same team.

4. Granted I still haven't fully caught up with My Hero, but from what I've seen, Bakugo can go die in a hole for all I care. The moment you tell your childhood friend to jump off a building you automatically get put in the toxic tier. I honestly don't see why people ship these two together. Valvatorez and Fenrich from Disgaea would make a better gay pairing than this.

5. Hartia from Orphen deserves to be here for one reason. He was in on Childman's plan to just hunt down Azalie in order to appease the higher ups while secretly finding a way to restore her from her dragon form, AND YET HE DIDN’T SAY SHIT ABOUT IT TO ORPHEN!!! How you go your best friend like that?! Look I know the tower has eyes, but you couldn't have said "Let's meet somewhere private so I can tell you what's actually going on?"! That's his older sister we're talking about!

6. Patrick (Spongebob) did have some loyal moments, but damn he did spongebob dirty so many times. Same goes for a good portion of Bakini Bottom if you think about it. Do I have to bring up the "No Spongebob day" episode?

7. Princess Bubblegum (Adventure Time) has done a LOT of crap. Calling her manipulative is honestly an understatement, BUT I will give her a bit of leeway because she has lived a very long time and has suffered quite a lot of backstabbing throughout the years, even from her own family. (Looking at you, Lemongrab). So honestly, her ending up at least a little paranoid isn’t really all that surprising.

8. Iza (Kingdom Hearts) literally went full on dark side because of his envy of Roxas and Xion. And before you said anything, yeah Riku did the same in Kingdom Hearts 1, but it was only during that one game and he recognized his mistake at the end of that same game. Iza went a step beyond though and tried to get Lea to stop being around them so much and even later started antagonizing him. Motherfucker really said “no new friends”.

9. Eric Cartman (South Park). ‘Nuff said.

10. Cerberus (Disgaea). This motherfucker plotted to used Zed to destroy the universe by turning his sister Bieko into a God of Destruction and have her kill him countless times. All because his true love got killed. That’s right, he basically pulled an Obito. And even AFTER they saved his ass when his body broke down. Yeah Zed wasn’t exactly the nicest person around, but after the shit Cerberus pulled, can you blame him? Even Cerberus himself pointed out that Zed used to be more of a kinder zombie before the God of Destruction appeared. Gee! I wonder why he changed?! It couldn’t possibly do with the fact with he was forced to fight his sister and die over and over and over and over again and was tricked into thinking he had to kill her in order to put her out of her misery for good! That couldn’t POSSIBLY why he started developing a cold shoulder! I was honestly thinking about putting either Etna or Fenrich up here, but no. Cerberus definitely tops whatever stunts those two pulled.

#the mun has spoken #total drama #disgaea #adventure time #kingdom hearts #south park #spongebob squarepants #naruto #my hero academia #sorcerous stabber orphen #regular show

[traumatizeddfox]

Ok I'm sorry for the rant and I'm gonna be public enemy #1 for a minute but someone needs to say this:

I really wish age regression had stayed obscure as a symptom and just between us trauma sufferers bc now you have people stealing terms from systems for sexual reasons, people using said, now sexualized terms without knowing the point and origins of them, and parentifying their partners and friends and then tossing a fit from hell when said people, innocently and at no fault of their own, get tired of such a toxic dynamic and in extreme cases, leave.

Like, come on. Little was a word that was popularized by systems because THEY coined it, and then pseudo p*do s*x freaks stole it, and then people with "good" intentions "stole it *back*" without even thinking about it for like 2 seconds, using terms coined by said freaks and going "it's reclamation!" And trying to force everyone to suddenly be ok with, silencing systems when they try to argue the term was originally theirs and wish they'd cut out this behavior, and throwing a hell fit when anyone, including people who used to do it (I'm not implying it's voluntary because I Know it's not;) try to tell them to listen to systems.

I just want people to use their neurons for 2 seconds instead of what makes them feel good because I'm so fucking tired or this.

And then maybe ~unpopular~ but like I'm sorry i know it feels shitty bc i was there, but honey you're all romanticizing parentification, because that's all that dynamic IS. You cant go around expecting to get a parent out of a friend or partner and see NOTHING wrong with that. Get help, all of you, as a community. Move on from feeding and encouraging that behavior because i promise you it's far more toxic than you think it ever will be.

And before any of you assume shit, im an ex regressor, i had to literally train my brain to stop doing that, I'm not saying anyone can just do that and i certainly don't expect it, and again neither am I saying it's voluntary because it isnt. But expecting your friends and partners to parent you is NOT healthy and in fact is going to strain your relationships more than you can see. Look up parentification in BPD & DPD for good examples of what this looks like if you want honest, raw testimonies from people who were on the other side of the coin.

And yeah I've heard every argument there is to be said, I've heard every counter point, i don't care btw, i saw the real negative effects of parentifying the people around me just because my brain decided to toss me into the limbo of my childhood, and it is not ok. No matter how you feel, you have to be just as kind to others as you want them to be to you, that includes not burdening them with something so dangerously delicate.

YOU CAN ASK FOR HELP if you can't get out of that mindset and struggle to take care of yourself, but don't expect that to be permanent, people can't parent you. You need to learn how to look after yourself and grow independently from the watching eye of another person.

This goes specially for young people who aren't adults: GET OUT OF THESE SPACES, YOU'RE VULNERABLE. I can't even begin to tell you the absolutely insane amount of people who now as young adults have told me that they were groomed in those communities, both the "innocent / nonsexual ones" and the outright freaky ones. Which, yeah, we all are asking ourselves the same question about the later but I'm not gonna get into it. My point is this community, these communities and their subcategories are dangerous and festering a very toxic environment that hurts so many people and someone needs to start talking about it and taking it seriously.

Rant over. Everyone go home.

i agree with this! it’s frustrating because you don’t know who is doing it for kinks and who is doing it for actual trauma reasons and who is a system :/

#anon

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Mayday Mayday Mayday! - By Gwendoline (7.5/10)

This is good, but every single chapter is comprised entirely of stereotypes. You already know what the plot is. It's handsome mafia guy x small time criminal dude who wishes he was dating someone more normal. The plot makes sense. Some chapters are genuinely funny, and the crime aspect sometimes feels serious. If you like the mafia (the romance novel version) pick this up.

Yoon is sexy. He's a promiscuous Korean man in Miami, and he's popular to boot. He's also a small time money launderer. Well, he was. Then he accidentally snags a huge client. One that he doesn't want. A troublesome one. A rich one. A hot one.

A powerful one.

Poor Yoon here isn't entirely innocent, and that's what makes him a good protagonist. Yoon despises violence. Blood and guns??? Nope. Not for him. The sight of blood makes him faint. Bloodless, traceless financial crimes are his thing. He has no doubt ruined countless lives. His work makes the rich and corrupt richer, but he's no killer.

Vasya is Russian, and his full real name is super long. He cuts up traitors and their families when they betray him. Also, he has a lame mafia alias. "Paybacker" is the name he uses when he's out killing. He owns a company which is a front for all of his wrongdoings. His money launderer is named Kay, but then Kay betrays him. Luckily Kay has a cute apprentice named Yoon. That's how the main couple meets. Yoon usually wouldn't interact with such a big shot, but Vasya needed a fiance man with Kay's skills.

Vasya does not trust or like Yoon at first. This is a little less cheesy than most mxm stories. Vasya is clearly interested, but he's not blind. He knows Yoon fears him, and that pisses him off. He's bisexual and he's model gorgeous. Everyone he has ever liked has thrown themselves at him. Yoon is more practical. He's slept with tons of sexy men already. Now, he wants a steady boyfriend. So, Vasya's killer charm isn't effective on him.

Yoon also has his own allies. This is Chris, a gay cop. Chris isn't evil or anything. He's just a corrupt, tough cop that gets shit done. He also parties at gay clubs alot. Seeing the police presented as morally grey is nice.

This is Yoon's rapey cousin, Dickless. Dickless is the worst part of this story. I understand that the trauma of rape is very serious. It does explain why Yoon fell into the criminal world pretty well, but Dickless is annoying. He's by far the worst character. He exists so Vasya can scowl and beat up a meaty punching bag to defend Yoon. Dickless doesn't get to keep his dick. He wasn't charged for raping Yoon, because of rape-apologist-statute-of-limitations- bullshit, so Vasya brings in a professional torturer...and Yoon stops him because he just wants Dickless to get out of his life. He doesn't give half a shit about Dickless. He doesn't want the death of Dickless on his conscience.

The middle part of this story is pretty fucked up. Yoon sweetly begs Vasya to let him go, because they are from different worlds. Vasya likes him, so surely he will listen...nope. Vasya PINCHES his lip until it bleeds and tells him their sex hook ups won't be over until he says so. So, basically most of the sex in this is dubious consent at best.

....The plot revolves around an obsession. I shouldn't be so shocked.

When Yoon sleeps with Vasya he regrets it. When Yoon starts to like Vasya he regrets it. When Yoon feels attracted to Vasya he regrets it. When Yoon pisses Vasya off he regrets it. When Yoon goes outside Vasya makes a bodyguard follow him. Vasya chooses most of Yoon's clothes. Oh boy toxic relationship here we come.

Does Yoon cry? Yes, but he gets shit done. Vasya does genuinely like him, and Yoon uses that. When Vasya tries to kill Chris, because jealousy...well...Yoon bashes his own head in with a rock to distract him. He literally forces Vasya to stop with the most extreme kind of last resort. It was unexpected. Good stuff.

The couple becomes happy. Remember. These are criminals. Yoon isn't a sweet boy that Vasya kidnapped. He's a sexually experienced, well connected financial criminal. He's very good at money laundering by the way. Vasya and Yoon enjoy their dates when Vasya isn't feeling crazy. I've seen worse couples. I've seen worse writing, but yes a completely happy ending is unrealistic. If you don't find it believable I don't blame you.

#yandere #male yandere #yandere male #yandere boy #recommendations #recs #rec #recommended #webtoon #yaoi #Mayday Mayday Mayday!