#*evil laugh* but also *heartbroken laugh*

[willowdied]

it was not something she was going to tell pete about- how could she when they hardly talked about it when the both of them are actively trying their best to dance around the events of that night that so clearly bothered them- she knew that some of the nights that he had stayed over he was not oblivious to the way that she would wake with a start or in general not sleep, she knew he was not blind to the way the bags under her eyes, nor the way that she continuously had to miss school in the past few weeks after her father's body had been found to plan a funeral, to learn about her fathers will and arrange his affairs and realtors to prepare her to sell a house, just as she was not blind to pete's panic attacks and the way that the both of them would flinch at loud noises and seemed to try and find each other as soon as classes ended. things were bad, to the point that she's been worried that teachers were beginning to notice, but even if they were not talking about it and sometimes there was this heavy weight of what was left , they were still there for each other, they still supported each other, they loved each other, that much was abundantly clear and repeated. and steph knows that his invitation to the spankoffski family thanksgiving is something out of love, and it's love that has her accepting, but that does not provide any comfort for her to shake her complete and utter nerves about attending.

it's the one other thing that she has not talked to pete about, it is the one other thing that she has made an effort to not talk about, mainly because she did not think that it would be a issue till she thought on the implications of what being around pete's family would be other than the very brief meeting she had had with them when they were at the hospital ( which her interaction was simply explaining that they had gotten in a wreck with the detective on the way to the station and were lost in the middle of nowhere for awhile - a lie, before she gave miss spankoffski her number if they needed anything and left to get rest )- that had given her the same fear, but she had chalked that up to exhaustion and a lack of sleep. it struck her in the middle of last night, though, both that she had no idea what thanksgiving called for, how to the do the whole meet the family thing, and, stronger than anything, she had no idea how she was going to be able to properly look any of them in the eye without falling to apology.

--- steph's been doing okay so far, at least she thinks she is doing okay, the fact that she got little to no sleep the night before covered by an astronomical amount of make-up and the charismatic grin she was taught to use at a young age so to not let people see when she is shaken along with a store bought apple pie in hand after the one that she tried to make the night before burned in the over. she's trying to be.... not herself, but not noticeably not herself that pete would be concerned. she smiles, she makes conversation, she tells a... light version of how she met pete, talks about her plans for next year, ... tries not to talk about her dad but answer questions, all the while trying to lend a hand in the kitchen, though mamma spankoffski is far more concerned about steph being comfortable- and she does not have the heart to argue, even as her mind tells her that she does not to deserve to be here.

what finally sets her off, is simple, a comment said to her while pete is out and it's just them in the kitchen and a compliment about how she is doing well, about how happy pete seems and how she is doing so much for him at this hard time, and more that simply cannot settle in her ears that is flattering and half way fills her with ease, she is not used to any praise from adults, but as she looks the mom in the eye, she is struck with this pang of guilt that feels like it stops her heart and seizes her lungs, reminding her of the boy on his knees--- ' please. steph just do it. please. ' --- BANG --- she didn't even argue... why didn't she argue? why didn't she protest? shouldn't it have been her? it should have been her --- she almost robbed her of this. she could have robbed her from this. and pete is not good, he is far from good, it is all her fault. it's all her fault-

steph can only hope that whatever excuse that she had used to get out of there had been somewhat coherent as she quickly makes her way out the back door, eyes shutting as she quietly closes the door and leans against the wall out of sight of the glass, trying to do the exact same breathing that she had looked up to help pete if ever needed- she has to go in there. she has to go back. she has to focus. she has to get a fucking grip... in for four. hold for seven. out for eight. repeat-

@snaptwice

[prettyrenjunn]

𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐟𝐞𝐜𝐭 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫

haechan x f!reader

themes- best friends to lovers, mutual pining, fluff & crack

summary- haechan gets unnecessarily jealous a lot considering you’re just little ole’ best friends and it takes renjun pointing it out for him to realise.

it’s my first time writing like this i wanted to try it out but damn it’s hard. also if there’s mistakes… my bad

he’s ridiculous.

you think he might need a smack to the back of his head to finally come to his senses but you keep your hands to yourself, no matter how infuriating he is. “hyuck there’s nothing to be upset over.”

he’s going to deny it. he always does. “i’m not upset!” he grumbled back. “i just don’t understand why you and jeno were partners when we’re always partners.”

you can’t even fathom why he’s so upset you had a different partner for your friend groups game night but for some reason he always gets like this. you know donghyuck’s a clinger and he loves to be by your side with your attention on him as much as possible but god you were sick of this. “i’m not seeing the problem? i can partner up with whoever i want its not like we took a blood oath to always partner with eachother.”

it always goes like this until he gets frustrated and eventually..

“okay it’s fine let’s just talk about something else.”

renjun claims hyuck is in love with you and that’s why he always acts like a possessive idiot but you’re quick to shut him up as you notice the boy himself strutting over to the table. “i’m heartbroken. hanging out without me is evil, are you replacing me now?”

you and renjun both roll your eyes at his dramatics. “i wouldn’t dare take your placing knowing you’d never stop whining.” renjun quips back. donghyuck pulls a face until he’s swallowed the big chunk of a sandwich he just bit into.

“i don’t whine.”

renjun bursts out laughing pointing his fingers at the boy. “sure you do. you whined when i called shotgun in yn’s car. you whined when yn went on a date instead of going to sit in your room to watch you game- which sounds like a horrible time by the way. the most recent case of whining was you getting pissy about yn and jeno being partners for game night.”

sheesh renjun had a whole speech. hyuck pursed his lips for a minute before nodding his head. “okay well maybe i do whine a little. i feel like it makes me charming, it’s not always a guy wants to be next to his witch of a best friend all the time..OUCH”

the kick to the shin was well deserved.

donghyuck has become conscious of his problem of always wanting to be your number one. has he seriously always been like this? he wonders.

he notices when a random guy stares at you for a little too long or when jaemins hands linger on your waist for longer then they should- scratch that they should never be there in the first place. he knows jaemin’s a touchy guy but come on! everybody knows yn is his girl.

wait.

my girl??? oh my fucking god.

at this very moment donghyuck realises he’s been an oblivious idiot this entire time. how didn’t he notice sooner? he doesn’t remember ever being this dense but this explains everything. he’s not exactly sure what he has to do right now but one things for sure, he needs to tell renjun.

it takes 3 missed calls and a load of spam texting for renjun to stop doing whatever he was doing and meet up with him. donghyuck calls him a bad friend for not picking up on the first ring and renjun tells him if this isn’t something serious he’s gonna whoop his ass.

“seriously why the hell did you make me come here?” renjun questions suspiciously. “why aren’t you talking? lee donghyuck i swear to-“

“i like yn.” donghyuck whispers quietly in response as he stares down and fiddles with his hands nervously. “you made me realise the whole jealously problem and then i realised it’s because i like her.”

renjun wants to laugh at his friend but he doesn’t because he looks like he’s about to cry or piss his pants…or do both simultaneously. “yeah? and what are you going to do about these feelings?”

“cry probably.”

renjun laughs in his face and donghyuck stares at him appalled. “why are you laughing? this is serious renjun! she’s my best friend.”

renjun only tuts in response, how can two people be so blissfully oblivious. even from his and everyone else’s perspectives it’s obvious there’s something more going on than just a pair of best friends. “i think you have a 90% succession rate if you just grow some balls and confess.”

“90%” donghyuck cries out. “that’s not nearly enough! and i have balls already thank you very much. i felt them drop when i was 13.”

“if you’re not gonna listen to my advise why did i even come.” renjun glares.

“oh renjun aren’t you just so so sweet.”

he’s acting weird and he knows you’ve noticed with the weird looks you keep giving him. in his defence, he’s in shock and you look really pretty and HE LIKES YOU!

“are you sure you’re alright?” you reach up to place the back of your hand on his head. “hm you don’t feel that warm but your cheeks are on fire hyuck.”

his mouth dries up at the close proximity but he needs to get himself together. “i think i just need some water.” he clears his throat. “can i have some of yours?”

you don’t hesitate to pass your bottle of water over and he realises he’s made a mistake.

an indirect kiss.

he’s going to faint.

“maybe you should go home just incase you’re getting sick or something.” you bring him back to reality once again. “come on, i’ll make sure you get home safe.”

donghyuck shakes his head frantically. “i swear i’m okay.” he bursts out. “and the others are already on their way.” he adds.

you nod and the next 5 minutes waiting for your friends to arrive is spent with you yapping and him listening along despite the breakdown he’s having in his head.

when your friends arrive they all notice donghyuck is acting differently too but they drop it after he says he’s okay, it’s only renjun that has an idea of what’s going on with him.

“yn i heard some guy in your lecture asked you on a date.” jaemin wiggles his brows as he starts a new conversation. “what did you say? is he taking you out or what?”

your friends heads turn to you straight away waiting on your answer. you can particularly feels donghyucks stare burning through your skull. “you’re all so nosy.” you chortle “but i told him i’ll think about it.”

donghyuck releases the breath he’d been holding at your answer and then he’s grabbing your hand in a hurry and rushing you out of the diner. “hyuck! what the hell? what are you doing?” you pull your arm back and he lets you, but he continues storming towards your car and waits for you to unlock it. “i’m sorry. can we go home please.”

you’re unsure if he wants you to go into his apartment with him but when he turns back to look at you with glistening eyes you’re already unbuckling your seatbelt.

he drops himself down on the couch and you sit next to him, turning so you’re facing him. “talk to me hyuck? what’s going on?” you murmur but he stays silent. “it’s okay. you don’t have to talk about it. shall we watch something?”

he stays silent for another minute and then he turns to look at you as he speaks. “can you say no to him?”

“say no to who hyuck?”

“the guy that asked you on a date. can you say no?” you’re confused but you nod anyway. “thanks.”

“did he do something?” you speak up. you’re worried he’s some horrible guy but donghyuck shakes his head at your words. “oh then why-“

“i realised something.” he cuts you off and you let him without protesting. you’d rather he talk than bottle up whatever’s going on. “i get jealous and petty because i like you, and i think i get scared and insecure because you’re not mine.”

your heart starts beating faster, so does his. you’re about to talk again but he beats you to it. “you don’t have to say anything i know i’ve thrown this all on you out of the blue. i want you to know that it’s okay if you don’t like me the same way, we can move past this but please don’t leave me.”

he’s rambling and your smile gradually grows. “lee donghyuck.”

“yeah?”

“i’ve always liked you.”

later that day he gets a text.

renjun: how is everthing?

he doesn’t answer yet but he thinks this is the best day of his life.

[brights-place]

Dating John Dory/JD

- Dating John Dory has it's pros and cons

- He shows off AND I KNOW IT!

- I EVEN BET that john dory may act all tough but with you he melts into your hands like an puddle.

-He was forced to grow up pretty quick when he was younger it's shown

- He was the oldest of five and it didn't seem like any of them had parents to fall back during their childhood they only had their grandma

- When he saw you at the wedding when getting branch back to save floyd he was shocked how protective you were with branch

- Turns out you protected and technically 'Adopted' branch while his brothers walked out on him.

- He for some reason hated the fact you glared at him in disgust and annoyance after 20 years of leaving branch alone

- He hated how when you joined to protect poppy and branch you snarled at him with annoyance before entering rhonda

- He can't help but steal occasional glances at you when the others talk and plan

- JD would be in shock on how your confidence fills the room and how easily you could lead and explain situations and listen to branch is plans

- When saving Floyd and getting everybody together you felt pity for him and you two had an small moment together when you took an break on the road.

- The fact that you placed an hand on his shoulder and asked him if he wanted to talk about how he felt that his brothers ignored him

- he opened up about it and you couldn't help but be shocked but the moment you hugged him fully. He melted and felt calm

- he asked you how you were able to be confident and you just said "I'm not confident but I step up when it's needed... It's better to hear about everyone opinions and choices sometimes" You told him which made him feel shocked

- When all of the brothers reunited you literally watched how they all fought and how it unfolded the arguing and how branch stared in fear as you quickly rushed to his side and tried to soothe him but failed.

- John dory literally felt heartbroken when you gave him and his brothers the biggest stink eye.

- when reuniting he apologised to you and asked for an re-start to become friends

- The aftermath of saving floyd from velvet and veneer it was different...

- You offered to help john dory out with his leadership skills and when he was stressed you gave him an shoulder to lean on if needed.

- When its not about that he tries to strike conversations with you randomly and it's so awkward for him...

- for you its also awkward but you just shrug it off

- he tries to flirt with you... leans against the wall and pulls out his boy band rizz.

- it made you laugh not an evil witch laugh. It was an sweet one which caught his attention so fast and how you pointed out how he acted and how cute and funny it was made him blush

- He finds comfort in being in charge sometimes but it gives him pressure thats when you come in and take control of the situations

- When he smiles he always notices your goofy giggle and grin. "Oh! Thanks Man! that's so cool! :]" cue your giggles

- He smiles like that more often and enjoys how you react.

- You two end up becoming REAL CLOSE

- Hangout after his concerts and spend time with him and rhonda Rhonda favors you more

- He loves how you and rhonda are so close

- You two end up on going on a couple of dates without knowing they where considered dates

- he confessed first when you and him where cloud watching randomly both of you where flustered messes.

- Definitely starts to try find wherever you are after he's had a bad day or had been in his head too long

- Dancing together to brozones songs or to songs that you both enjoy.

- he calls you randomly when your mid-conversation with someone and complains to you about how much he misses you

- he loves when you praise him

- He fell first and YOU fell even harder then him

- You started to hangout after his shows

- likes to think he's the dominant one in the relationship... yeahhh no....

- One call of you saying his name or you just walk past he is following behind like an love sick puppy.

- you walk past he's dropping everything and tries to flex his muscles...

- You laugh alot because of it He thinks because you find him hot... It's acutally the face he makes when trying to flex he looks so focused its cute

- TOUCH-STARVED! HE IS TOUCHED STARVE! GIVE HIM HIS AFFECTION! He's love struck when you pepper his face with kisses

- He explores alot so he'd invite you to come with him exploring you both still visit Branch and the others but you both enjoying exploring together for fun

- There was more I was gonna type but it all won’t fit into one whole page and it would go on and onnn

[loveisanimaginarydagger3000]

The Babysitter (30)

Punishments

MILF Wanda Maximoff X Reader 18+

Summary: In need of money and a way to escape the problems at home, you get a job babysitting two lovely boys named Billy and Tommy Maximoff. What happens when you start to feel things you shouldn't for their mother? Will it bloom into love or leave you heartbroken?

A/N- I would just like to say that there will be some sensitive issues in this story such as alcoholism, homophobia, anxiety as well as more mature content such as smut so, if you continue to read this, please consider this warning.

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Chapter 30- W/c 7.4k This chapter contains 18+ smut

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Punishments

It had been almost a week since the incident with the twins and everything was pretty much back to normal, the tension and underlying hurt dissipated as Wanda assured you over and over again that you hadn't done anything wrong. Your favourite attempt of her persuasion was when she sat on your lap, holding your face between her hands, lips peppering across your skin as she told you repeatedly that you had nothing to worry about, causing your cheeks to turn a vibrant shade of pink at the affection and a shy smile to form on your face as you kissed her back, glad you had locked her door before joining her in bed.

The only thing you weren't too pleased with was that Vision was still unfortunately living and breathing, Wanda chuckling at your various ideas of how to dispose of the man as some of them were rather ridiculous, less about your hatred for the man and more about your love for witnessing Wanda's adorable nose scrunch and smile. You can remember her soft chuckle, her eyes glimmering with joy as she stared down at your head in her lap at the bizarre method of murder you came up with, reminding you that murder wasn't an act to encourage before muttering in agreement of your entertaining ideas. You also remembered where your gaze travelled to after her smile faded, face displaying concentration as she watched whatever was on Tv, your gaze flickering to her neck and sharp jawline.

You smiled at the memory, a low evil chuckle not meeting your ears as you were too busy thinking about the older woman.

A tennis ball soon whacked you square in the face, Fanny proceeding to jump on the sofa you were on, trying to steal the ball that now rested in your lap.

"What was that for?" you mutter, glaring at the blonde who sat on the sofa opposite you, chuckling to herself at her own antics, moving around on the sofa so her legs hung over the back, looking at you upside down.

"You were drooling," she teases, Yelena taking the ball from Fanny who retrieved it for her, throwing it up and down for herself to catch, eyes widening momentarily as the ball dropped quicker than she expected.

"I was not," you grumble, copying Yelena's movements and sitting on the sofa upside down, a reminiscent look on your face as you remember doing this with her when you were both little, Nat usually laughing at your red faces as she refused to cause herself a headache from all the blood flowing to your heads.

"We're both upside down," she says while looking at you, smiling widely at being able to spend some more time with you, your face matching her excitement as you two always ended up causing trouble, even more than yourself and Natasha. Your eyes watch the tennis ball she keeps throwing up before catching, Fanny's head moving up and down as she sits and watches, waiting for her toy to be thrown. Yelena looks back at you and laughs at the way your eyes follow the item, almost just as mesmerised as Fanny until the sound of your phone ringing interrupts the moment.

Despite your awkward angel, you see Wanda's name and contact photo popping up for a face time, your smile widening that little bit more as you look to Yelena to see if she minds you answering the call, the blonde suspiciously happy for you to take it.

"Hey Detka," her tone soft and gentle, brows furrowing at your position on the camera, her smile stretching into an amused but confused one.

"Hey Wanda- Yelena!" You shout as the tennis ball his you in the face again, Fanny coming over to lick your face instead of getting the ball that's landed on the floor, a groan leaving you that quickly turns into laughter as you try to escape the dog's affection. You manage to sit up right, lightheaded from sitting upside down causing you to take a moment to get back to grips with everything being the right way up, Wanda chuckling at the scene that unfolded as she rests her head against her palm, elbow on her work desk in the Avengers tower, not at home.

"Nice shot Yelena," Wanda says, your mouth parting into shock at your girlfriend's words, a mischievous chuckle escaping the blonde as she gets up to stand, moving to lean against the back of the sofa you were on to talk to Wanda.

"Thank you," Yelena says once entering the camera frame, Wanda smiling at the younger woman as you glare up at her.

"It was not a nice shot," you mumble, making both women laugh, "And it's not nice that you've hit me twice now."

"It's happened twice?" Wanda chuckles out, her eyes flickering between the two of you as Yelena wears a triumphant smile on her face, your head turning to look at Wanda again, smiling at the sight of her.

"You deserved it the first time," Yelena says before you can answer, your eyes rolling at the blonde playfully.

"No I did not," your tone defensive, Wanda noticing that determined glint in your eyes, wanting to be right as Yelena leans forward on the sofa, getting closer so Wanda can see her better.

"She did," she chuckles out, "Она была слишком занята, мечтала и пускала слюни о тебе, когда я разговаривал с ней. (She was too busy daydreaming and drooling about you when I was talking to her)" Your eyes widen at Yelena's Russian, Wanda being able to understand it with how close Sokovian sounded to the language, her blushing a little but smirking a little at your curious gaze.

"What did you tell her?" you squint your eyes at Yelena, knowing that she could have said anything embarrassing about you, and you wouldn't have had a clue at what it was.

"Nothing," she shrugs her shoulders nonchalantly, your head snapping over to the screen to ask Wanda, her shaking her head at you.

"I'm not going to tell you either Detka," she says with a small laugh at the end as you groan at their teasing.

"This is bullying," you mutter, Wanda's nose scrunching at your tone of voice, your mood improving at the sight.

"Anyway," she says, realising she's at work and technically supposed to be working, only having called you to ask you something. "There's a work's party tonight as a member of my team is leaving," she says, simplifying all the details as they were rather boring, "And I was wondering if you wanted to come with me, Detka? Pietro says he will look after the twins if you want to come," you can see Yelena's teasing smirk as she moves to sit on her sofa again, you showing the blonde the middle finger where Wanda can't see.

"I'd love to go," you say, tone full of excitement as you've always wondered what her work place and colleagues were like.

"Ok, I'll meet you at home at five, we need to leave around seven and it's smart dress, is that alright?" she asks, twiddling her pen with her hand now as she sits upright against her desk chair.

"Yeah, that's fine with me," her smile widens at your response, reluctantly having to end the phone call.

"Ok, I'll see you later Detka, I love you," she whispers, you saying the same back before she hangs up, continuing to work while the blonde teases you about the older woman.

***

Staring at yourself in the mirror, your fingers anxiously played with one another as you took in your outfit, not having properly considered Wanda's words earlier. You had an array of clothes that had invaded the older woman's drawers, but almost none of them were formal dress, the only clothes being a black shirt and trousers, the outfit looking more suitable for a funeral.

You pondered on ways to try and save the outfit, mind going blank as you literally had no idea on what to do, the bathroom door opening to reveal Wanda. You met her eyes through the reflection in the mirror, mouth parting in awe at the sight of her, eyes roaming down her body, admiring her stunning dress. The scarlet dress hugged her curves perfectly, the slit at her thigh teasing you as you could see the soft skin peeking from behind the fabric, her chest not blatantly on show but enough to to have your mind racing with thoughts, her lips tugging into a smirk as you eventually caught her gaze again, cheeks turning a darker shade of red than her dress.

You avoided her gaze in the reflection as she chuckled in amusement at how flustered you were already, casually walking towards you, her hips swaying slightly before she reached your sitting form. Her hands drifted across your shoulders and lower to rest on your collar bones, her eyes raking over your body in the reflection, her hands slightly deviating and moving to rest near the base of your neck, causing you to hold your breath in anticipation.

She smirked at how your eyes were trained on her hand not her face, your mind unable to stop thinking about her long slender digits, how they feel when she-

"Wait here a moment Detka, I've got an idea," she whispers, squeezing your shoulders comfortingly before her touch slips away, venturing into the walk-in closet filled with her old clothes. "Try this on," she says when she returns, a black jacket in her hand as she walks up to you with a smile, yours widening at her thoughtfulness.

Standing up and turning to face the older woman, you slipped your arms into the soft jacket, the fabric feeling as though it were expensive, not commenting on it though as you put it on. You paused when her hands moved to fix the lapels, smoothing the fabric out before fixing your collar, your eyes admiring her features as she was so close to you. The jacket was almost a perfect fit, just a little long as she was slightly taller than you, her fingers running up and down the fabric as she subtly worked you up, enjoying watching your chest rise and fall with anticipation.

"Thank you," you manage to whisper out once she removes her hands from you, her eyes unable to be torn away from you.

She looked as if she wanted to take you right there, to forget all about the party, but she knew she couldn't evade her responsibilities at it, letting out a deep sigh as her lustful thoughts had to be put on hold.

"You're welcome Dorogaya," she rasps out, looking away from you to stop herself from giving into her wants, moving to grab the last few items before interlocking your fingers, pressing a soft kiss to your lips, ensuring she didn't smudge her lipstick. "Are you ready?" When you nod, she leads you to the car, leaving her hand to rest on your thigh as she drives, occasionally stealing glances at you whenever she could.

***

"This is where you work?" you say, jaw on the floor at the extraordinary floor near the top of the tower, the view practically a shot out of a film as you look over the city, in awe of how beautiful it looks with the sun almost set. You turned your head to the side, taking in the aphrodisiac sight of Wanda, berating your mind for where your thoughts went to, turning your gaze to the rest of the people who were entering the large, open room.

"Mhmm," she says, moving to stand closer to you, her arm resting on your waist as she simply admires the view with you, the sound of an elated woman catching both of your attentions.

"Wanda," Monica greets as she approaches the two of you, her eyes widening when she realises that it was you standing with her friend, an amused and teasing glint appearing in her eyes. "And this must be Y/n," she says with a smile, your cheeks tinting at the woman's knowledge of you, Wanda having spoken to her about you. "Nice to finally meet you, I've heard so many things about you, this one," she says motioning to Wanda who watches her friend with a raised eyebrow, "Won't shut up about you, it's cute but she needs to be focussing on her work." You chuckle at the woman's warm and bubbly nature, finding her easy to be around as you greet her back, Wanda introducing the woman.

"This is Monica," she says, rolling her eyes after what the other woman said about her, "And when she's not being a pain in my ass, she's my best friend," you and Monica both laugh at Wanda's playfulness, your smile wide at the woman's infectious laugh before you both hear Wanda groan, having seen someone arrive in the distance.

"I have to go and mingle now," she says, turning to you with a displeased look, chuckling as she explained how one of her workers, Tyler Hayward, was leaving and as his boss, she had to talk to him and wish him the best. In her opinion though, she would rather have just kicked him out of the door and said bye, never having liked the egotistical man. "I'm trusting you with her," she says to Monica before looking back at you, feeling bad for leaving you so soon after arriving.

"I'll be fine," you say, reassuring the older woman as you have a gut feeling you're going to get on with the other woman, her smiling at you before Monica chuckles.

"Yeah Wands," Monica says, slinging her arm around your shoulders and shooting her friend a mischievous smile, "She'll be fine with me, we can talk as much as we want about you."

"Behave," she warns Monica who simply chuckles, Wanda pressing a chaste kiss to your lips before heading off, plastering a fake smile onto her lips as she approaches the man.

Monica guided you to the bar, ordering herself a drink and asking you what you wanted, her not questioning your choice of drink and just ordering it along with hers, her head turning to yours and smile etched onto her face.

"So," Monica says and you're looking at her while you sip on your drink, watching her curiously as she somehow makes you feel at ease, "What has Wanda told you about me?" You brows raise at her question, expecting something else to be asked.

"Um, she's told me that you're college friends and an embarrassing story that involved you, but that's about it," you say, hoping that she wouldn't be offended that you didn't know much about her as she clearly knew a lot about you, "She doesn't really talk much about what happens at work."

She smiles at you, as if she were thinking of an inside joke between Wanda and herself, moving onto a more interesting question in her eyes.

"What embarrassing story did she tell you?" her gaze trained on you as she sips her drink, various stories flooding her mind.

"It was her 18th birthday and you-"

"She told you the table story?" Her eyes convey her disbelief, a chuckle leaving her lips as she looks at your confused but amused state, "Oh that woman is absolutely smitten with you."

"Yeah?" your tone is a little shyer than before, Monica offering you a kind and reassuring smile.

"She is, I've not seen her this happy in years," before Monica can say any more, a hand meets your shoulder, Monica already rolling her eyes at her other friend.

"Who's this beautiful lady sitting with you Mon?" Darcy says as she sits in the spare seat next to you, letting her hand drift across your back and down your arm, her smile charming and what others would find attractive. You blushed a little at her words as you were never good with compliments, offering a shy smile as the other woman's eyes raked over your body, flickering up to meet your eyes with a glint of mischief.

"This is Y/n," Monica says, seeing if the words would register within her friend's mind and cause her to ease off her flirty nature, the brunette doing the opposite as she flashes you another smile, glancing over to where Wanda was, causing you to look as well.

Wanda's grip on her drink was tight, fingers pressing into the glass so hard she could probably feel it straining under the pressure, jaw clenched as she peered over the rim of it, gaze burning a hole into the side of Darcy's head, knowing that she was overly affectionate and flirty.

The look sent arousal pooling between your thighs, cheeks tinting a darker shade of red as excitement rushed through you. You let the gaze linger with your girlfriend, watching how jealousy consumed her body, a thrill being sent throughout you at the idea you had.

You were always the good girl Wanda wanted you to be, but tonight you wanted to get a reaction out of her, hoping she'd do some more of the things you talked about in the bathtub a while ago. You wanted her to make her jealous, you wanted her to snap and you were certainly going to get her to after what you were about to do.

You sent Wanda a sly smile, her gaze narrowing at you as you turned back to Darcy, smiling at her and letting her control the conversation. You laughed at a few things she said, Monica adding to the conversation and trying to keep Darcy at bay, knowing how jealous Wanda could get, but it was to no avail as the other woman continued to joke around with you.

After a joke you said, Darcy laughed, moving her hand to your knee while laughter spilt from her lips, her hand lingering far too long for Wanda's liking as she watched helplessly from across the room, glaring daggers at her co-worker. Once her hand moved from your leg, your gaze flickered over to Wanda, who caught your gaze instantly, her eyes conveying how you were playing with fire, you mentioned how warm it was in the room, unbuttoning the top button of your shirt. You also shrugged off Wanda's jacket, making sure to hang it on the back of the chair, not wanting to ruin the expensive item.

A little while later, after Darcy put her hand on your arm again, you can feel a body pressed up against the back of yours, a smile taking over your lips at the familiar perfume invading your senses.

"Excuse me, ladies," Wanda says between her teeth, Monica staying out of the conversation as she knows her best friend, chuckling a little to herself as she watches what happens, "But I'm not feeling too well, talking to Hayward for so long gave me a headache," you can tell she's lying but you don't care, the feeling of her fingers twitching against your hips signalling her eagerness to leave. "So we're going to go home now," her voice leaves no room to argue as she continues to glare at Darcy, her position behind you and hold on your body emphasising your relationship to the brunette.

"Can't we stay a little longer?" you ask and you regret asking it as soon as her green meets your innocent gaze, pure dominance swirling in them as she clenches her jaw, refraining herself from teaching you your lesson right here at the bar.

"No Detka," she says and she knows you're not going to argue back, smirking a little as your bratty display seems to be crumbling already. "Let's go," she grabs your hand and pulls you away, muttering goodbye to the other woman as anticipation and excitement fills you up.

Your excitement switches to nerves when Wanda doesn't say anything to you on the way back to the car, the sound of your footsteps walking into the car park to find her private parking spot matching your pounding heart.

A gasp leaves you when Wanda pushes you up against her car door, lips crashing to yours as she pins you against the metal, sliding her tongue into your mouth effortlessly as you welcome her advances, having waited all night for her to do something to you. You whimper against her mouth when she bites down on your lower lip, dragging it back before soothing the small pain with her tongue, claiming your lips once more roughly as she pushes you harder against the door, her knee slotting between your legs, the slit in the dress showing off her soft skin.

"What do you think you were doing, Detka?" she mutters, ensuring you can't think straight as she flutters her eyes open, gazing into your eyes lustfully.

"I wasn't doing anything," you sigh out, her lips trailing along your jaw, her lipstick smudged against your skin, marking you as hers. She chuckles against the column of your throat at your words, the low sultry tone causing your hips to jerk slightly, your core brushing against her knee, causing a small moan to escape you.

"So you weren't trying to make me jealous?" she husks out, her hand travelling up your body, sliding up until it rests at the base of your neck, the pressure minimal as she searches your eyes for your reaction. When she sees nothing but desire, she presses a little harder, a low groan escaping you, "Weren't trying to get a reaction out of me? Force me to pay you a little more attention?"

"No," you whisper out, still defying her which only fuelled the older woman's desire to fuck you right here.

"No?" Her tone is more serious as her grip increases, making you swallow nervously, Wanda's hand at your throat allowing her to feel your nerves, her leg also able to feel the heat coming from you to signal your arousal. "Oh Detka, you're just begging to be punished at this rate," she rasps out, letting out a breathless laugh, "And to think I had a reward for you planned out at home."

"Wait, no, I-" your stammering is interrupted by her chuckling at your desperate state, suddenly wanting to be a good girl again.

"Nothing is going to get you out of your punishment, Dorogaya," she murmurs, claiming your lips once more as you whine, wanting to know what your reward was. "First you purposely let that whore put her hands all over you," her tone dropping an octave, kissing you in between her points, making you try and chase her lips pathetically every time she'd pull away, "Then you wanted us to stay longer with her," Wanda's leg presses further against you, a moan spilling from your lips only to be eager swallowed by the older woman, "And then you lie to me. Twice."

"Wanda, I..." your voice trails off as her gaze dares you to speak, your mouth immediately shutting.

"And you did all this to make me jealous," she murmurs, pressing kisses along your jaw, her mouth eventually reaching the shell of your ear, "What did you expect Detka? Did you want me to pull you away and fuck you? Bend you over my desk and tell you that you're mine over and over again?" Her hand leaves your throat, moving to tilt your chin up to keep your eyes on her as she pulls away from you, a smirk pulling at her lips at how your eyes dilate, "Because you are mine, aren't you Detka?"

"Yes," you sigh out immediately, moaning into her mouth at the intensity of the kiss, her other hand resting on your waist as she continues to pin you against the car.

"That's what I thought," she hums out, "But after your little stunt, I think you're going to have to prove it."

You instantly lean up to crash your lips against hers, one of your hands going to her waist while the other cups her jaw, deepening the kiss and pouring everything into it. She groaned at the feeling of your tongue lewdly sliding against hers, her fingers threading into your hair as she throbbed around nothing, wanting to ease the heat building between her thighs.

"Backseat, now," she mutters against your lips, your hands blindly searching for the car door, not wanting to waste a moment away from her addictive lips, her soft, affected breaths intoxicating.

You reluctantly break the hungry kiss, her hands not leaving your body though as they move to your hips, guiding you into the car before straddling your lap, immediately connecting your lips again as if they were necessary to live. Her dress hikes up at the position, more alluring skin on show as your hands settle there, fingers brushing against the skin as you peer up at her, love and lust merging together in your eyes.

Her hands settle on your shoulders, your body leaning up for another kiss when the feeling of her hands on you sparks a realisation.

"Shit, I left your jacket-"

"I'll buy a new one," she mutters without a care, claiming your lips passionately once more, moving to unbutton your shirt, your hands sliding up under her dress to where she wants you. "Now fuck me," the dominant tone has you groaning into her mouth, her hand moving back to your throat, pushing your body back against the seat, hand firmly wrapped around you. "Don't even think about teasing me," she whispers, controlling the kiss as she leans down to you, your fingers sliding her soaked panties out of the way, a soft moan escaping her when your fingers slide through the abundance of slick that had pooled between her thighs.

You watch as she pulls away from your lips cruelly, her hand on your throat preventing you from chasing them, mouth parting into an 'o' shape as you slide a finger into her, a sinful noise being ripped from the back of her throat. Her eyes gaze into yours hungrily, walls clenching around your digit as you curled it inside her beautifully, thrusting into her as best you could with the angle, the sight of you under her, desperate to please, making her mind run wild with lustful thoughts.

Her back arched slightly when you hit a certain spot inside her, a moan escaping you when you could feel her hips moving in your lap, trying to ride your fingers as you effortlessly slid another in, her arousal coating your digits.

"Fuck Detka," she groans, leaning down to press her lips against yours to muffle her moans, aware that you were in the car park still. "I thought you were going to prove it?" She taunts, urging you to react to her words, "Fuck me harder Detka, come on." Her sultry tone has you groaning against her, pumping your fingers into her harder, ensuring to curl them against her g-spot, her hips twitching in your lap, mouth moving to your ear, letting you hear all her sensual sighs and moans.

"I'm yours," you sigh out, lost in the moment with her, walls throbbing and clenching around you as she nears her orgasm, her hips grinding against your hand, your thumb moving to circle her clit the best you can, a louder moan escaping her as she moves a hand to tangle in your hair. "I'll only ever be yours, you're all I want," you murmur, her lips inevitably finding yours again, her movements becoming more frantic as you continue to thrust your fingers into her, driving her closer towards her release. "Please come for me," you whisper, a guttural moan escaping her at your desperation to please her, her hips stilling as another broken moan spills from her lips, pleasure and euphoria crashing throughout her body as she rides out her high.

She soon relaxes against your body, a whimper leaving her when you pull out of her, kissing her in apology as she smiles into the kiss, eyes fluttering open to meet your softening gaze.

She chuckles a little at your enamoured state, eyes still blown with lust but containing a hopeful glint in them.

"You've not gotten out of your punishment that easy, Dorogaya," she rasps out, your eyes widening a little at her low tone, dominance radiating off of her as she lets a finger trail down your jaw line mindlessly, her nail dragging down the skin of your neck as she continues the journey. "That was just because I couldn't wait any longer, your punishment starts when we get home," she whispers, her touch burning into your skin as you're left to drown in anticipation and excitement, her lips meeting yours briefly before she pulls away from you, admiring your messed up clothes, the lipstick staining your skin, and ruffled hair, swiftly leaving the back of the car and climbing into the front, ready to take you home.

***

Your excitement and nerves only grew as you approached the house, Wanda calmly reminding you that you could use your safe words at any time and that she had a couple new things to try out.

You were then ushered in by the older woman, her hands on your shoulders as she guided you to the bedroom, her lips teasingly kissing along your neck whenever she could, your mind consumed with arousal as you finally stood in the middle of the room.

"Stay there Detka," she whispers in your ear, your body obeying and remaining in the spot she'd led you to, eyes flickering over to the mirror to see what she was doing. You watched helplessly as she unzipped her dress, letting the item slip off her body to reveal the lace set she wore underneath, a visible wet patch on her panties to show how turned on she was, a shaky breath escaping you at the sight. She also grabbed an item out of a drawer but you couldn't see what it was, further adding to your curiosity at what she had planned.

Seductively, she swayed her hips while walking over to you, smirking as she caught your gaze in the mirror, your eyes immediately flickering to the bed, staring straight ahead. Soon, her body entered your view, moving to sit on the end of the bed, her legs crossed as she merely grins at you, her position causing her breasts to be pushed up slightly, your eyes unable to stop the quick glance you had at the smooth skin encased in lace.

"Strip for me Moya Lyubov," she rasps out, watching you intently as you let out a shaky breath.

To say you were turned on now, would have been an understatement, you could feel your arousal pooling between your thighs, panties well and truly ruined. However, being watched by her intense green and the unknown punishment had you nervous, your fingers trembling as you fumbled with a button, seemingly unable to get it undone as she waited for you to listen to what she ordered.

After a minute or so of clumsily attempting to unbutton your shirt, hands encased yours, her green softening as she could tell you were nervous as well as excited. She moved your arms to your sides, her fingers deftly undoing the rest of them as she softly claimed your lips.

"Relax Detka," she murmurs sliding the fabric off of your body, letting it slump to the floor, "I won't let anything bad happen to you," she assures, pressing another gentle kiss to your lips, feeling you relax against her before slowly dropping to her knees, smirking up at you. You can't do anything but watch her as she unfastens your pants, swiftly pulling them down your legs before discarding them in the room, her eyes amazed at how soaked your panties were already, peering up at you with a teasing smile. She presses a kiss to your thighs, her fingers slipping under the waistband of your panties, taking her time in pulling them off you, revelling in how your chest rose and fell with anticipation. She then stood up, flashing you an innocent smile as if she weren't driving you insane, moving to lean against the bed as she motion you over.

"On your hands and knees for me," she instructed as you climbed onto the bed, breath hitching as you had an idea of where this was going to go. Her body then knelt behind yours, her hands roaming your exposed skin, up and down the back of your legs and lower back, eventually moving to your ass, massaging the flesh softly while she explained to you your punishment.

"Are you ready for your first punishment, Detka?" she asks, voice low as she lets her eyes wander your skin, body already squirming in her grasp. The word 'first' confused you but you let it slide as her fingers ventured close to your core, your mind blanking as you muttered a quick yes in response. "I'm going to spank this pretty ass of yours twenty times, is that alright?"

"Yes," you sigh out, lowering your head as you wait impatiently for her, your mind running wild with fantasies. "Fuck," the word leaves your lips in surprise as her hand meets your cheek, the slight sting causing arousal to course through your veins, her hand rubbing over the area she just spanked.

"Count them for me Detka," she murmurs, smirking as she hears you curse under your breath, ass subtly moving back for another.

"Two," you moan out when she spanks you again, the pain mixing with pleasure as you throb around nothing, desperate for her to make you come already.

The next eight spanks have your cheeks tinting pink, Wanda's hand soothingly rubbing over the skin after every one, occasionally moving to your core, sliding through your soaked folds to have you grasping at the sheets.

"Eleven, fuck," you groan when she increases the force of the spanks, a new wave of pleasure and pain merging which makes you think your certainly dripping onto the sheets with how wet you were. The next six had your legs shaking and wanting to give in, the more powerful spanks turning you on even more, ass practically red now, Wanda noticing how it took you longer to count them, her checking in with you as she could tell you weren't going to get to twenty with the current method.

"You're doing so well for me," she lovingly murmurs, gliding her hands up and down your body to help you relax a little more, moving you into a laying down position to make it easier for you. "If I do the last three in one quick go, will you be alright Dorogaya?"

"Yeah," you sigh out, voice laced with want and desire as you await the final part of your punishment. "Fuck," the word being torn out of you as she does as she said, pain shooting through you before it dulls into a pleasurable feeling, her hands gliding up and down your body once more before rolling you over, the sheets rubbing against your sensitive ass, causing a whimper to leave you. She offers you an apologetic smile and kiss, murmuring praise to you for doing so well, the kiss turning hungry as your hands are pinned above you, Wanda smirking into the kiss as your hips buck upwards in search of her body that had moved to hover over you.

"Not quite yet Detka," she murmurs teasingly against your lips, a groan of annoyance leaving you that was silenced by her mouth moving sensually against yours. "I've got one more thing for you," she swiftly leaves your lap, grabbing the silk ties she retrieved earlier, showing them to you and motioning to your hands, the idea processing in your mind. "You're the one who wanted me to tie you up," she teases, pressing a kiss to the corner of your mouth as you eyes somehow darken even more at her giving into your desires.

You watch in awe as she ties your hands to the headboard, Wanda checking with you to make sure they were alright, even getting you to give a few experimental tugs on them to check they were secure, her smirk growing mischievous as her eyes rake over your body, deciding on how to torment you.

Her lips then descend down your body at a torturous pace, her mouth worshipping every inch of skin she could to have your body delirious with her touch, hands skimming over your breasts before she eventually takes a nipple into her mouth, eyes peering up at you as your left to do nothing but watch and struggle against the silk.

You desperately want to thread your fingers through her auburn locks, to feel her skin under your fingertips, your nails digging into her skin as she drove you over the edge but you couldn't, the silk ties cruelly restraining you.

"Please Wanda," you beg and your voice is nothing but pathetic, having been waiting all night for this moment, only for her to continue dragging it out, a chuckle leaving her lips as you didn't know what she had planned. "Please touch me, I need you."

"You're in no position to ask me to do anything Detka," she mutters against your abdomen as her mouth travels lower, her nail scratching down your abdomen, the tip of her finger marginally brushing against your clit, hips bucking at the brief contact. Her hands also move as she lets her breath tease your core, finger now at your inner thighs as she draws random patterns, eyes on how your arousal glistens in the light, parts of your slick coating your thighs at how wet you were. "Stay still for me Detka, you don't want me to add another punishment, do you?"

"No," you quickly mutter, clenching your hands into fists, pleading with her with your eyes to take mercy on you as her mouth lowers, tongue swiping through your folds. A moan escapes you at the pleasurable feeling of her mouth finally meeting your core, head lolling back as she groans into you, addicted to the taste of you.

Her tongue moves expertly against you, knowing exactly how to work you up, sucking on your clit before letting her tongue slide over it, a finger teasing your entrance, sliding in so only the tip was in before pulling out, a desperate noise being torn out of you as she repeated the action over and over again.

"Wanda," you whined, hips jerking as she pressed a sensual kiss against your clit, looking up to meet your lustful gaze, smirking into your core before she sucks on your clit harder, hips bucking against her face, her free hand holding your hips down.

"Stay still," she warns once more, another whimper escaping you when she slides her entire finger into you, the long slender digit being curled deliciously inside you, the older woman pumping it in and out of you at a steady pace while continuing to suck and lick your clit, moans freely spilling from your lips. Wanda's name soon becomes a chant within the room as she adds another finger, feeling your walls clenching desperately around her.

"Wanda, I need you please, please stop teasing," you beg again, and again, and again, until the older woman takes mercy on you, sucking on your clit a little harder and thrusting her fingers in you faster, quickly driving you towards your orgasm. "Fuck, I'm so close," you groan out, knuckles bleeding white with how tightly you were clenching your fists in the restraints, Wanda looking up to see your eyes squeezed shut, hips subtly grinding up against her face.

Just as your about to crash into your release, everything stops, an annoyed and frustrated whine leaving your lips as she denies you, eyes snapping open to plead with her, her cutting off your protests.

"Ah, ah," she coos, eyes staring into yours with authority, shutting you up, "You shouldn't have been such a brat if you didn't want to get punished." She peppers kisses up your body, kissing your lips to muffle the desperate noises still leaving you, hushing your futile words as she lets your body calm down, wanting to work you up again. When she can tell you've calmed down, lips pressing against hers softly, she pulls away, a softer smile directed at you.

"Good girl for taking your punishment so well," she praises, blushing at her words as she moves her hand back down your body, her middle finger circling your clit slowly, mouth parting at the pleasure. "Are you going to be good now?" You nod instantly at her words, making her chuckle at your desperation, her finger moving to slide back inside you, another swiftly joining it.

"Shit, Wanda," you sigh out against her lips, hips moving against her hands as she fucks you with her fingers, her palm brushing your clit with every thrust, adding to the pleasure coursing through your veins. "Please don't stop," you plead, eyes conveying your desperation for her to not stop, to keep fucking you like she was starved.

"I won't stop," she reassures, claiming your lips for a hungry kiss as your hands fight the restraints again, wanting to pull her closer to you. Her mouth moves to kiss your neck as you struggle to keep the kiss going, moans spilling from your lips at her relentless pace, her mouth travelling even lower to your chest, swirling her tongue around your nipple and sucking on it. Your back arches at her touch, a wanton moan being ripped out of you as her fingers curl just at the right spot, your vision blurring from the pleasure.

"Fuck, fuck," you groan as she has you teetering right on the edge of the orgasm you so desperately wanted. "Please can I come? Please let me come," your tone is laced with neediness as you stare down at woman, her groaning around your breast at the tone of your voice.

"Come for me Detka," she whispers, crashing her mouth back to yours, trying to swallow the scream that leaves your lips, body tensing as waves and waves of pleasure crash through you. Your thighs close around her hand, trembling at the intensity of your orgasm as your left to whimper into her mouth, hips bucking against her hand as you ride out the aftershocks of it, body eventually slumping against the sheets in exhaustion.

You barely process what happens next, Wanda untying your hands and peppering kiss to your wrists where the ties were, her mouth murmuring sweet and loving praise, hands coaxing your body into relaxing against her.

Once she realises she isn't getting you to go into the bathroom with her, she brings a cloth in to wash you quickly so you wouldn't feel uncomfortable, lips pressing against your temples as you mutter her name softly, arms tiredly lifting to hold her close, a smile sneaking onto your lips as she discards the item, allowing herself to be pulled into your embrace.

"I'm so proud of you Detka," she whispers, snaking her arms under your body and switching the positions, your head buried against her breasts as you wanted to drift to sleep, the previous activities having tired you out completely.

"I'm yours," you mumble drowsily, looking at her with tired eyes as you get lost in the loving green, "I'll always be yours, I love you."

"I love you too Detka," she whispers back, smiling as your head returns to her chest, the older woman's fingers brushing your hair out of your face. You let out a content sigh at her actions, Wanda's eyes filled with care as you snuggle closer to her, hand wrapping around her waist, leg sliding over hers, "Goodnight Moya Lyubov."

[jxckchxmpi0n]

hi :) i love you and your writing sm

could you do one with ethan (gf) where him and female reader are in a relationship and when he unmasks himself she’s like heartbroken and stuff with the prompts “you hurt me and i still trusted you” and like in the end where she kills him instead of tara in his death scene with the prompt “i guess we weren’t meant to be”

i’m sorry that’s like so much😭😭

Dying Wish

Ethan Landry GF x Reader |m.list

Summary : it's all in the request <3

Warnings: cursing, angst, character death, blood, gore,

word count: 1.7k

did not proofread

(also, omg! we reached 400 followers) Thank you so much! I literally love you all <3 I hope you enjoy this!

Your feet were glued to the floor, as if you stepped into a mouse trap. The glue pulling you down to the ground weakened your knees as you watched your boyfriend stand before you. He was in all black, holding that stupid mask in one hand and a bloody knife in the other.

He looked at all of you, Tara, Sam, and you. the boy standing in front of you wasn't the boy you fell in love with. No. The boy standing in front of you was a killer, he killed your childhood best friend, he was the one you ran to when you saw Anika's body lying there lifeless. he was the one telling you he'd protect you from all the bad in the world.

And yet there he was, standing just five feet away from you with an evil smile, and eyes darker than the black he wore. You didn't know who he was, he was a stranger, and you trusted him with everything.

"-Really runs in the fucking family doesn't it" his voice was ringing through your ears. The ringing getting louder and louder, "awe y/n don't look too sad" he raised his hands to his face making a crying motion with them.

"Fuck you!" Your voice shattered as you spoke. Baily laughed a your words. you hated them all they ruined your life all because they thought Richie deserved the ending he wanted.

Ethan and Quinn started to circle around you three. Baily walked around talking about how passionate Richie was about these killings, Sam was talking back yelling at Bailey, saying he's the reason Richie is a killer.

Quinn wasn't a fan of how she spoke of her brother, so she jumped forward, slicing the side of Sam's arm. As she tried to move away, she tripped, which pushed you towards Ethan. Pulling his arm back, he followed his sister's actions and swiped at your arms.

The feeling of your skin being ripped ran through your entire body. "fuck" you grabbed your arm putting pressure on the wound, Ethan smiled waving his hand in a no motion.

"If that hurt just wait for what I'm going to do to you later" your eyes were flooding with tears. You wanted to scream and yell at him, you wanted to yell at yourself for even thinking about the future with him.

Things had started to pick up, Bailey was after Sam, while Quinn went to Tara, which left Ethan after you.

You ran behind one of the cases that held the past victim's belongings, "You have no idea how long I've dreamt of killing you, feeling the knife pierce your skin, if you think you have it easy, you're about to be proven wrong." Pushing one of the mannequins into him you made a run for it. "Bitch" he grabbed the mannequin throwing it to the side as he chased you.

You saw Sam running to the stairs, going after her you saw Tara right behind you. Quinn was lying on the floor holding her side, "she got what she deserved" Tara's voice was shallow and airy from all the running. You couldn't help but laugh just a little as he ran up the stairs.

Kirby had showed up once again, stopping in front of Ethan she was about to shoot, but Bailey's voice distracted her allowing Ethan to jump at her and stab her. "Do you remember this?" in one switch motion he pulled the knife out again and stabbed her.

"Ethan, enough get the others!" Bailey yelled at his son from the stage Ethan looked over and noticed everyone was on the second floor. A wicked grin showed on his face as he noticed Quinn cornering the three of you. "Give it up sweetheart" You looked down and saw Ethan standing below you, he was covered in blood your, Tara's, and Chad's.

The anger toward him kept building over time, and as you looked at him it made it worse. "Asshole!" you saw a tool that was abandoned on the top floor. Picking it up you threw it at him, "You hurt me, and yet I still fucking trusted you" he moved just in time before the tool could hit him.

"Boo get over it!" his voice was strained from him looking up at you. "it's time sweetheart" he then pointed to Quinn; she was slowly moving toward you. Tara tried to hold her back as much as she could, Sam had a gun from Kirby, but it was jammed. you tried to help Tara as much as you could. taking a piece of wood that was lying around you swung it. Hitting Quinn in the back she yelled out, "Fucking bitch" but right as you hit her your foot got caught on a broken chair.

As your foot got stuck, that allowed Quinn to stab you in the leg. The feeling of the knife digging into your leg caused you to scream. Quinn was satisfied at hearing you scream, so she pulled the knife down, creating a bigger wound. Your entire thigh had been ripped open. "Get the fuck off me!" You tried to push her off but with your foot stuck any movement would throw you over the edge.

Tara heard your scream and came running, another piece of wood slammed on the back of Quinn's head. She let go of the knife, the warmth of your blood running down your leg, your mind becoming foggy. You were losing too much blood.

Before you could even realize what happened, your body fell backward. You stumbled over the chairs and fell over the edge, your hands grabbing the frame before it was too late. Sam finally got the got the gun to work, just as Quinn got up. "Give it up," her forehead and mouth covered in blood, half of it probably being yours.

Just as Quinn started running to Sam, she pulled the trigger. Your ears echoed from the bang; a long thud followed after. "Holy shit," Tara stood there for a second, looking at Quinn's dead body.

"Oh baby, come on, let go! Let me have you, " your ears focused on Ethan's voice. He was right below you holding his knife up. "Come on.... I'll make it quick... Maybe, " he laughed as he saw you slowly losing your grip.

Sam and Tara ran to you to help, but right as they reached you, Bailey ran up the stairs. "You monsters!" He got down on his knees as he saw his daughter lying there dead. "You killed her!" His voice shook the room as he yelled. "You will pay for this!"

Tara told Sam to go and deal with Bailey as she tried to help you. "No, Tara, you have to help your sister. Let me go" her eyes watered as she looked at you.

"Yeah, come on, Tara, let her go! I dare you!" Ethans voice screamed at her.

"No y/n I can't do that!" Tara's hands were slipping as they held yours. The mixture of blood and sweat, making it hard.

"Tara, let me go!" Your voice was shaking, the fear now kicking in. But you were ready, Ethan was after you, and there was no way out of it. You had to face him. "I'll be fine, just please, you have to let me go." As you spoke, your eyes followed the knife in Tara belt loop. Her eyes following yours, finally understanding.

"Come on Tara don't be such a bitch let her go. Let me kill her!" Ethan, tired once again to jump up and get you, but you moved too fast for him.

"Okay," Tara agreed she reached down, grabbed the knife, and slipped it in your hand. "Good luck. I'm sorry. " A small tear slipped from her eyes as she realized you and Sam were all she had left.

She let go of your hands. Dropping down, you could hear Ethan laugh with excitement, the feeling of your body free falling, and Ethan right below scared you, but you were ready.

In one swift motion, you managed to turn your body, landing on Ethan. "Fuck" pain shot from your leg as you tried to get up.

"Mmm, I have you all to myself!" Ethan's voice haunted you as you closed your eyes from the pain. The knife Tara had given you was just a foot away from you. Crawling to it, you rushed before Ethan realized. Slowly standing up, your fingers grazed it as Ethan sliced the back of your thigh from lying on the ground.

Following you, he got up. "There's nowhere to run. You're mine. " As he reached for you, you turned with the knife in your hand. Catching him off guard, you stabbed the knife into his mouth. As he fell to his knees, he looked at you with stupid puppy brown eyes.

"You're a killer, and I loved you. What a piece of shit," you twisted the knife, which caused Ethan to whine and cry out. Tears streamed down his face. "I guess we weren't meant to be." Once more for luck, you twisted the knife again, pulling it out, and his blood splattered all over your face. Your hands dropped the knife, shaking, as you struggled to keep yourself up you stared at his lifeless body.

Your heart shattered as you looked at him. He was everything to you, and you killed him. Was your head spinning with the memories or was it because you were dizzy. You couldn't figure it out. As you tried to reach Tara and Sam, your vision went black.

Your body became too heavy to take another step, collapsing on the floor as everything slowly became numb.

[beau-is-here]

Hazbin hotel makes the parallel between Charlie and Emily very clear. Hovever, this parallel goes beyond the princesses of heaven and hell when we look at their parental figures.

Through the examination of Sera and Lucifer's parenting and prideful decisions, one can see how not only the two farthest entities from each other - literally good vs evil - can be alike, but also how they can dictate the future of Hazbin Hotel.

I feel like it's already been established that Charlie and Emily are so similar. Their personalities, outlooks on the extermination, CHAREXTER DESIGN? "you didn't know" with their duet just ties it all together. But Lucifer and Sera? It might take a bit of explaining on my end…

Lucifer's relationship with his daughter, Charlie, has always been pretty strained. After Lilith repeatedly separated the two, Lucifer became depressed about not seeing Charlie, though he never acted on it.

At the beginning of episode 5, Lucifer has very adamant feelings about sinners; they suck. Because he had been cursed to only see the evil he had brought onto man kind (which i will dive deeper into later), all he sees is a worthless pile of rubbish, and he tries to warn Charlie about this. In a way, he is overprotective of Charlie, wanting to keep her safe from being heartbroken about the hotel if it goes wrong.

Much like Lucifer, Sera is separated from Emily, the other seraphim. Emily was devised that Sera had chosen to allow the exterminations, which led to distrust and betrayal between the two.

Sera also tries to sway the mind of Emily. Sera holds a hatred, or a prejudice, towards sinners, and forbids Emily from helping Charlie with anything to do with rehabilitation, going as far as to continually justify her own actions by saying that she had to do she could "keep heaven safe". She is overprotective as well, and projects her fears of Emily falling onto the younger Seraphim, much like how Lucifer projected his fear of heartbreak onto Charlie.

But wait, there's more. As we all know, Lucifer's prideful decision was giving Eve the apple of knowledge in hopes of satisfying his creativity. However, he ends up spreading evil into earth and ultimately getting "locked out of heaven" (just dance fans laugh please). Not only is he punished by being kicked out of paradise, but he also is cursed to the shame in only seeing the bad parts of humanity that HE had created. This is why he loses faith, despite having the opportunity to be its leader. Side note: this is what makes episode 8 so much stronger - Lucifer ends up defending the sinners of hell, showing his change in perspective over the course of the season.

Even though she is supposed to be virtuous and righteous, Sera also makes a prideful decision. This is her agreement to allow the extermination. She does this because her pride is threatened by the uprise of hells power due to Lilith's influence. Because she feels threatened, Sera's first thought is to allow a genocide to happen under her control. However, unlike Lucifer, she has no predetermined consequence. Instead, she suffers the guilt of knowing she has allowed this heinous act. This is why she so desperately hides it from heaven's population, because she is ashamed of her decision.

In conclusion, Lucifer and Sera are two sides of the same coin. While one resides in hell, the other "flourishes" in heaven. However, while Sera stifles the spirit and ambition of Emily, Lucifer changes his view on sinners through Charlie, and thus allows her to continue chasing her dream of the hazbin hotel. Or, in this case, to "shine in the spotlight". If Sera and Lucifer are such parallels, then I predict Sera to eventually make the same choice as Lucifer, and allow Emily to support Charlie in her mission of helping sinners get into heaven. Cause what Sera really needs is to have a change of heart.

[teecupangel]

Submitted by @saberamane

Teecup….I have a new need that I must share.

Modern AU with Desmond and Clay as  BFF’s who do stupid shit. I’m thinking the pairing is AltDesEzi, and one day Altair and Ezio come home and hear some suspicious sounds coming from the bedroom.

Desmond said Clay was coming over…

They slam the door open, thinking they’re going to catch…something going on, already feeling mad and heartbroken…

Only to find Desmond with a controller in hand, and Clay screaming on the bed.

Desmond bought a ‘birthing simulator’, and Clay is not having a good time.

Desmond is having a fantastic time.

And they can tell, by the evil gleam in his big doe eyes, he’s going to try and put it on one of them next…

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Additions by teecup:

Desmond Miles was a strange man.

Born as the sheltered home-schooled son of William Miles, there were a lot of things he didn’t know. Ezio had only seen him a few times growing up. He always followed his father during those times and he could count with one hand how many times he had actually conversed with the sole child of the Miles.

His father had requested him to look after Desmond when they learned they were going to the same college. He figured it wouldn’t be too much of a hassle, considering how quiet Desmond Miles was.

Then college started and Ezio realized that Desmond was a magnet for trouble.

Trouble number one was Altaïr Ibn-La'Ahad.

Okay, he and Altaïr had some kind of childish rivalry going on since they were in the same boarding school. It didn’t matter that Altaïr was a year older than him (and Desmond), they would always find a way to compete.

Sports.

Academic.

Extra-curricular activities.

It always felt like he was racing to catch up to Altaïr and pass him.

And every time he felt like he already did, Altaïr would be hot on his heels and already running pass him like it was the natural state of the world.

Federico once heard him complain about it and simply laughed it off.

Altaïr Ibn-La'Ahad was the heir of Masyaf Corporations. Their banks deal with them regularly. If anything, Ezio was supposed to be kissing up to him.

Ezio refused and…

As they say, the rest was history.

Getting close to Desmond had been easy.

Learning that Desmond chose the same college as Ezio because Altaïr was studying there was annoying.

Learning Altaïr and Desmond were childhood friends, bordering on childhood sweetheart (if one could even imagine Altaïr Ibn-La'Ahad having a sweetheart) made Ezio rethink his entire friendship with Desmond.

And then…

Things happened, feelings evolved, college was the time to experiment and learn one’s self and oh boy, did Ezio learn a lot.

He and Altaïr still can’t get along all that well but they manage to be cordial for Desmond’s sake.

They both entered a relationship with Desmond knowing about each other.

Their rivalry hit that stage where they are both trying to make Desmond happy while also half-trying to one up the other.

They graduate and started living together and then…

Trouble number two became Desmond’s roommate.

Look.

Ezio and Altaïr had both wanted Desmond to live with them.

Unfortunately, Altaïr and Ezio didn’t want to live with each other and Desmond thought it would be unfair if he was to live with either of them sooooo…

Desmond found an apartment and got a roommate.

Desmond worked as a bartender for some reason, his bio-engineering diploma gaining dust in the darkest part of his closet.

He did tell them that his mother told him he could join their research and development team any time he wanted but Desmond didn’t really want to.

Oh, it wasn’t because of nepotism. Desmond had no qualms with that.

“Aunt Juno’s a bitch to work with. I intern in their company, remember?”

So yeah, Desmond was willing to just let his college degree whither and die while working as a bartender.

Hence the need for a roommate to keep up with the bills (any offer to give him money for his bills were rejected but he allowed his boyfriends to treat him to food, gifts and homemade meals)

Clay Kaczmarek was chaos reincarnate.

He was a computer engineering graduate who freelances for the highest bidder.

Ezio was pretty sure said highest bidders were more on the side of ‘fuck capitalism’ but it wasn’t his place to judge as a child of old money.

Altaïr knew of him and that was saying a lot as Masyaf Corporations held more pies in the darker part of society that was considered a ‘gray area’ than most companies.

Clay was a good man.

But he was the worst enabler in Desmond’s small circle of friends and the two of them loses most of their braincells when they were together.

They get the dumbest ideas and follow through with them.

It was like they were both making up for Desmond’s quiet ‘obedient’ life as a child and then going one step further.

They’ve never been arrested though and Altaïr or Ezio never had to bail them out but, my god, they never get a head’s up whenever something stupid was about to happen.

So the two of them getting a birthing simulator?

Ezio was pretty sure it was because one of Desmond’s coworker was pregnant and that probably led to the two of them talking about pregnancy and what it would feel like.

Seeing Desmond smile at them sweetly but not bothering to cover up the evil gleam in his eyes…

Ezio was too in love with him to say no even as Clay’s pained screams continued because Desmond has yet to turn off the device in his hands.

So he simply patted Altaïr’s shoulder and grimly said…

“Rock, paper, scissors, best of three.”

[young-royals-confessions]

Hello hello, it's anon from the flight! And how lovely it's this fandom that I got a moniker from an anon confession? I've read the messages and checked the reblogs and wow! I seriously didn't expect for my unhinged message to be this welcomed since I'm three years too late to this beautiful show! With this beautiful people and thank you so much to everyone who recommended me to listen to the Simon-not-actually-made-by-AI actor. AND SINGER! BEAUTIFUL AND TALENTED. I'm still in disbelief he's real, like Omar Rudberg is so pretty AND has such a nice voice??? AND HE'S GORGEOUS and he's a great actor and UGH THE CHEMISTRY. With who I now know iis called Edvin and now I feel the need to see them acting next to eachother forever and ever, so much chemistry can't be wasted!! (looking at Netflix. I'm still so crossed I missed out of this beauty for three years wtf Netflix)

SO I binge watched the second season, patience isn't my name, and WHAT THE FUCK. Was not prepared for that rollercoaster. I gotta be honest, I almost stopped watching and went to sleep halfway through the season like ugh I fucking hate that Marcus dude, sure in the end I understand why he was a necessary evil for the plot but I fucking hate love triangles. I was a teenage girl during the height of love triangles in tv shows, I hate them. But I hate August the most. I think of his face and feel enraged.

BUUUUUUUUUUT UGHHHH. THE LOVE BETWEEN SIMON AND WILLE. That overpowered everything. Seriously, how am I supposed to be functional after being a witness to their valentine's ball kiss? And Simon's song? (Which I have been obbsessively listening on repeat WTF I understand nothing but I can feel FEEL the meaning on my bones. This beautiful dude's voice wtf. I can understand Wille's obsession, I'm practically obsessed too now wtf)

AND THE END OHMYGOD. A BALM FOR MY SOUL. I was kind of hoping to get heartbroken AGAin for shit and giggles but noooo, I got the best ending and I'm trying to not be too spoiler-ey since I'm sure I'm not the only human being living in this planet called Earth who's unaware the most perfect TV show exists and it's called Young Royals and beautiful people are in it to everyone taste no matter your sexual orientation (like hello Felice too!)(still shocked Omar Rudberg is a real person and not generated by artificial intelligence, maybe I'll be convinced after some proper sleep time, but for now he's too beautiful to be real. Not even exaggerating and I'm really good at that okay!)

I'm still processing the second season, I took a nap after I finished but I'm still tired since I cried and laughed and was left with the biggest smile in my face (and I also was in an 8 hour flight!) and then went to youtube and saw a clip from season 3 AND OMFG THESE TWO DUDES ARE TOO PRETTY FOR WORDS. Happiness and love look wonderful in Wille, like the literal heart eyes he's delivering there? That's how I feel when I see Simon too. Relatable character is relatable. What can I say about Simon without sounding crazy except I need to protect him at all costs??

I don't know what else to say except THANK YOU for reading me and thank you to everyone who has been nice to me in the comments even when I'm still anon, it means the world to me. I hope I'll be more coherent after eight hours of sleep and I won't be too embarrassed reading my own message tomorrow lmao and I don't know how I'm going to survive until 2024 for season 3, I'm sitting here taking notes for that too! I already know the answer it's fanfics so I'll be checking AO3 but also analysis? Meta? how are you guys for real? I was expecting a teenage fandom with just vibes but I guess I was wrong. And I love it. As much as I love the show and Simon and Wille's relationship and I gotta be honest, Omar Rudberg's face and voice. UGH.

Thank you so much for reading me again and for everyone who has left messages for me, I'll freak out more once I get some proper sleep!

Thank you and I'm sorry again XOXO

YAY thanks for coming back!! 💜💜💜

[itsajanea]

ANOTHER SMG34 IDEA!!

Basically my idea is that Smg4 got a new gf/bf but Smg3 is a lil sus (also definitely jealous lol) of them. He gets a mental breakdown seeing Four and their new partner so happy together, Meggy finds out and tries to be there for three.

PLOT TWIST Four's new partner is actually evil and stuff. Three finds out, tries to tell Smg4 but they got in a fight where is saying "you're just jealous i finally found love. Why can't you just let me have this!" or something like that. Smg3 is heartbroken by this and tries to find a way to show that Smg4's gf/bf was actually bad.

Meanwhile Four is angry and their partner "comforts" them. He suddenly gets a lil suspicious, thinking that Smg3 was right. THEN BAAM he gets knocked out and woke up in a spooky place tied up woth black vines or something.

Smg3 finds out, gathers up the gang to save Smg4. They saved him at the end and the last words his so called "lover" said "Do you honestly believe that anyone could love someone like you?" evil laughs then dies.

Smg3 and Smg4 had a heart to heart moment after that and then kiss. :D

ALSO it xould work the other way. Where Smg3 got a new partner an Smg4 is jealous of Three's new partner. Realizing he loves three and then the other stuff.

[scrimblobimblowhump]

what a niche whump thing you enjoy?

hi, hello, sorry for replying to this so late but thank you so much for the ask!

here’s some niche tropes i love (some are more hyperspecific than specifically niche but you get the spirit)

oxygen masks! everything about them!! the way the fog up and obscure whumpee's face, making their status as Sick Person faster noticed than their individual personhood; the way they muffle whumpee's voice when talking, especially if they're very weak; as a matter of fact, i'm also feral about them being gently instructed not to talk while on oxygen; all these are even better when you make whumpee all sleepy and delirious on top of everything

warm compresses! we all know and love cool cloths for fevers and whatnot, but i see little appreciation for the toasty ones which is a shame because warmth is something so comforting and kind; speaking of compresses, i also have an oddly hyperspecific liking for when they're put not only over the forehead but also the eyes; also when the cloth catches some of the bang hairs underneath it>>; also consider all that but with whumpee being bathed and caretaker gently putting a warm water-soaked washcloth over their eyes MMM YEAH.

whumper being gentle and kind. and I don't even mean necessarily in a "creepy comfort" kind of way(though that smacks too) - more like, despite being a whumper, they're kind, patient and empathetic towards whumpee's struggle (even if a lot of it was inflicted by whumper themselves). what perfectly evokes that vibe i'm thinking of is that post.

whumpee falling asleep in a warm bath post-rescue. what else can i say

man, something about *professors* in whump. creepy genius lecturer who does unethical experiments or is a serial killer, maybe their whumpee is a helpless student... on the flipside, consider professor whumpee - something about someone smart, fortified in their ivory tower, perhaps emotionally detached, getting their absolute shit rocked; also consider a hurt/comfort scenario where they get cared for by another academic fellow or even a student (live laugh love role reversal). what about caretaker professors - imagine them being very gentle and protective over their students, perhaps caring for them like their own children when sick or otherwise Woed in some way.

doctors, anatomy lecturers, surgeons and such as serial killers!! or maybe torturing someone!! they're skilled with the knife, know all the ins and outs of the human body and use the knowledge they were given for the sake of good to be evil instead.

as mentioned above - role reversals!!! one of my favourites is doctor-turned-patient: they can understand exactly what's happening to them and how they'd treat it but now they're forced to put their life in the hands of others just like countless people put theirs in their hands (even better if their medical team is made up of colleagues - consider the possibility of them being cared for by friends or workplace rivals<33)

grief as emotional whump!!whumpee struggling to get out of bed and take care of themselves,the sheer trauma of it all, being constantly panicked, angry and depressed, the possibility of developing complex grief/PTSD(with all the tasty symptoms)

kind resraints <33 having to tie up a traumatised, overwhelmed whumpee after rescue because in their blind panic they keep on trying to elope or hurt themselves and others, maybe even gagging them so that they can't bite; reassuring them that it's for their own good and because caretaker(s) loves them; caretaker ensuring to restrain them as loosely and gently as possible, using the softest of cloth; also caretaker being absolutely heartbroken seeing them like that and feeling unbearably guilty that they have to do it

blanket burritos!! plz i need more content of whumpees being swaddled and cuddled till all their anxiety or chills or pain or anything leaves them as they drop into deep sleep

as a matter of fact,in hurt/comfort we also need a loooot more non-sexual direct skin contact. not just as means of emergency rewarming in case of hypothermia but generally for the sake of comfort and closeness

something about passive voice..."they were"+choked", "tied up", "dragged", "sedated", "held", "cleaned up", "warmed", "cuddled"...

this is extremely obscure but you know how sometimes in movies ,when captive whumpee is gagged with a cloth or something, by the pattern of the fabric you can tell that it was something random like a kitchen towel grabbed on the go? yeah...(esp in a domestic whump scenario); also when said cloth (or maybe also even the ones used for the ropes) is torn from whumpee's own clothes? good shit (something like that happens in the green knight, this movie is peak whump, h/c and angst material, begging y'all to watch it)

SCHOOL/CAMP BULLIES!!!!! love the trope of some poor nerd being used for some abusive prank. even better if a teacher is caretaker afterwards

in film: that dim, orange-ish lighting when we get a shot of restlessly asleep feverish whumpee in bed

ive made a post about this already but: whumpee with long, luscious hair getting it agressively chopped off(with a knife, even??) by their enemies when they're captured to humiliate them

caretaker calling whumpee “buddy”

whumpee's parent being caretaker!! imagine them gently caring for a delirious whumpee who clings to them, weakly calling out "mom/dad?". even better if whumpee is a grown adult now; just as good - whumpee's parent being their whumper! (maybe even the actual archenemy/villain of whumpee if they're a hero). imagine them torturing them and whumpee crying out "mom/dad, you're hurting me!" again, even better if whumpee is all grown up.

lmao this turned out RIDICULOUSLY long, im sorry if its incoherent, its 3am here and i power through by the force of a chocolate bar and the will of god. anyways, i hope you enjoyed, if anyone writes something inspired by these tropes plz plz share with me, id eat that shit up.

(everyone plz keep on sending me asks, answering them is so fun<33)

[ikamigami]

How do you feel about today's episode, with Nexus confirming that he doesn't care about Sun or Solar anymore? It certainly didn't break my heart...🥲

I'm both heartbroken but also.. uhhh well.. I was laughing a bit at Nexus..

Cause my guy definitely still cares about Sun.. cause why he didn't mention that he'll kill Sun?

Why the only insult he could say about Sun was that he's "mean"?

Why he's so bitter towards Sun?

He clearly cares.. but I'm sure that he wrongly thinks that Sun only ever loved Moon.. that Sun chose Moon over him..

And I think or assuming that him mentioning being locked away was because he really thinks that Sun gave up on him.. while he never gave up on Moon..

And like bdjdjfjjfjfjd Sun didn't give up on you?!

It was just that whole universe tried to prevent Sun from helping you..

Cause Sun had "friends" who should've and could've help him but made everything worse instead.. yeah I'm talking about Puppet, Foxy and Monty..

And they really just had to tell him that he needs to decide when they'll kill Nexus after he just talked with him.. cause this happened exactly after Sun went to talk with Nexus in that jail thing..

No friends do such things..

So to say shortly.. Nexus' actions continue to hurt me QwQ and Solar being heartbroken also broke my heart 💔

But I just don't believe Nexus..

And also it's really obvious that negative energy is corrupting him hence why he calls himself a god and that he claims that he was always evil and all that bs..

[celestiarambles]

Hey so I found this one meme and honestly I think it does kinda sums up how the fandom treated Angela imo-

But what do you think?

Honestly this made me laugh a little because as an Angela stan, I would really defend her like that (I mean, I even wrote The Pedestal because I was HEARTBROKEN with the revelation and I wanted to be delusional for a little xD)

But yeah, I still acknowledge that she did some bad things; murder, corruption, and bombings are inexcusable. However, Angela didn’t deserve much of the hate she received from the fandom due to the circumstances she had.

Imagine losing your parents at the young age of 8 and taken under the wing of a huge criminal organization. She may have told Lars that she wasn’t brainwashed, but of course you wouldn’t know for yourself if that was the case because you were well… brainwashed. Even during The Darkest Hour, Baxter didn’t immediately tell the Bureau that he aided in the kidnapping because SOMBRA was controlling him. Whether she was brainwashed or not though, imagine the effect of growing up in a criminal organization would have to you.

Looking at this too in an Asian and cultural perspective (because I’m Asian, but I’m not generalizing ALL Asian countries, this is just based on what I’m aware of growing up), Angela has mentioned that she is loyal to SOMBRA because they had practically raised her. One toxic trait in Asian cultures is that you are guilt tripped to “give back” to the family/people who raised you, no matter how big or heavy their requests may be. It could be as simple as letting them live in your house, maybe buying them their own house or other material things, or it can be as big as giving them hefty sums of money or treating you as their retirement fund or something. (In our country, it’s called utang ng loob.) Since the orphan recruitment schemes are prominent in Asian countries, they must’ve then gaslighted and guilt tripped those orphans in that way, hence that’s why Angela felt what she did.

Besides, the only time she had disobeyed SOMBRA was when she married Lars. You can’t tell me that SOMBRA would easily let that slide, especially since she was ranked quite high in their hierarchy. They had probably gaslighted and threatened her about it many times, until she had no choice but to stay loyal just to keep her family safe.

That’s why I find it absurd when some people would portray her as this black-and-white evil villain who’s abusive and possessive, because the only thing she wants is to keep her family safe.

Some people don’t actually hate her because she’s a SOMBRA agent and she killed Lavinia, they hate her because she broke Lars’ heart. Yes, it is wrong, but it isn’t really that easy to confess to your husband that you’re a part of the criminal organization your team is investigating. Admitting to it won’t be that easy either; it could potentially harm her family. SOMBRA’s a lot more deadly and complicated organization that had the power to. She and Lars could’ve gotten killed because of SOMBRA and once they’re gone, they could’ve easily taken the triplets away, thus continuing SOMBRA’s long and deadly cycle. She never wanted her children to get involved in their crimes, in fact she was trying to break the cycle. That’s why she’s so protective. That’s why she also stayed in the Bureau even though it was dangerous for her.

She was also pretty much hated in the same way Karen was hated; Chief King and Frank Knight were “redeemed” by the fandom just because they did it for the family, while she and Karen got hate even though they were also doing it for the family.

Pretty Simple also lacked in terms of fleshing out her character, causing multiple misinterpretations. She had so much potential to be more complex instead of being boxed as that “traitor with no remorse”, but yeah the remaining cases weren’t enough to do that I guess? It’s up to further analysis then!

So yeah, Angela’s not a perfect character, and it’s okay to dislike her for the crimes she did. This is not a character analysis of some sort because this is mostly based on my interpretation and perspectives regarding her, but yeah I just really love her because well, Asian representation and she’s just so complex. I don’t like it when they would paint her as a complete monster though.

[thumpierealunofficial]

one hc per thumpie GO!!!

-noobie loves strawberry scented products, the smell hits you like a truck when you enter their room -furface sometimes likes to chase after butterflies but deliberately not catch them just to keep the chase going -long ago, fwoot got punched in the face so hard it warped their upper jaw, deleted their nose, and gave them a black eye on both eyes forever (my random explanation i came up with just now on why they look like that) -butter absolutely adores spooktacle and is besties with rare punkleton :) -rawt likes to eat mud and cement sometimes, it's kind of gross -recess loves to make paper airplanes. often, the wind blows them into the branches and leaves of the Bawnzi where they get stuck, much to the great leaders' annoyance. -tawooo likes to perch up at the very top of the tree and stick their feathers into the KaLnöOd sigil to mark their territory -orange flippy isn't very rational and often makes stupid decisions. they deliberately knocked out their tooth and replaced it with a gold one to increase their monetary value. they plan to replace their entire body with gold within the next year (it's not even real gold). yellow flippy is terrified. -boooo laughs like an evil cartoon scientist -gahwg will disappear into the waters for weeks on end and then just casually return sopping wet and thumping stumpies like nothing ever happened -mosh cannot be trusted around musical instruments. they will play the most divine riffs you've ever heard in your life and then smash and destroy it like an overdramatic rockstar -rhootz' nose probably grows when they tell a lie like pinnochio, except they never lie so it never happens -kal's current special interest is electricity and the supernatural monsters that wield it. they read every bit of lore the monster handlers publish on the subject. -anyanka is the biggest gamer out of all the thumpies, and they like racing games -chesh likes to bring random things very high up the tree and drop them. chesh has broken very many valuable possessions by doing this -gooie's favorite color is blue. they love blue so much they randomly turned blue once. no one has any idea how that happened -skwee hates gentle, affectionate touch like headpats and boops. they love rough touches like punches and smacks (not too hard though) -yuckles stores all their possessions in their hat, which has infinite space -chomph once gnawed a huge chunk of bark off the Bawnzi. this made kartoof absolutely livid. -mace is the biggest thumpie. they're also not very bright. most of their brainpower runs on war -kartoof's distinct, magical language is said to have originated from the trees themselves. kartoof's fluency in this language is what lets them perform their many powerful incantations and rituals. -izit loves peanut butter and will devour entire jars of it and not even wash it out of their fur, it's absolutely disgusting -gof can see very well in the dark. they will screech if you turn the lights on -bamf blinks sideways (i know they canonically don't but i like to think they do) -ruff once got bit by the stump creature oof owie ouchie -tumble loves to roar at everyone, it's absolutely adorable -bangers once traveled to party island expecting to see a sick rave and was utterly heartbroken when they found out there wasn't one -ka8lyn is a surprisingly good swimmer -jon uuh eats rocks or something idk -frankie admires the moon and sees it as a role model -mumsy lost their sight by staring at the sun too much -scoot has a rare condition called carpal hyperplasia (i pulled out the medical terminology textbook to make this one up im such a nerd), where a thumpie's vestigial paw bones overdevelop into actual paws. the paws are nonfunctional.

[sirensea14]

Now listen 'ere partner, I'mma need that list or mayhem songs 🤠 also I'd love to know more, I've always loved weird ships that come out of nowhere with little to no possibility of it even being considered ( evident by my Marcus x cup ship, I actually don't know where that one came from) and I always love learning about them and why they happened :33

Wait-wait-wait--WHAT??!! SO YOU'RE TELLING ME THERES SOMEONE OUT THERE WHO SHIPS MARCUS AND CUPHEAD? 😨 Now thats... quite cursed... didnt even know that exists...

But anyway here's the songs with some explanation

Bendy songs:

Instruments of Cyanide (DAGames)

My favorite bendy song, i had different versions of this song as an animatic for inky mystery (i want to animate it but i dont have enough skills to do it yet and its quite long) but there's this one particular version in my head where in WitchBrew was singing chorus 1, Mayhem and Not-Cup had their hands as if spinning the cog with Cuphead and Holly on it.

This is the art for it.

Behind the curtain (squigglydigg)

(Watch the mv first so u can get what im saying lol)This one is where Cuphead is henry and alice angel was holly-turning-to-mayhem. Mayhem taunts cuphead about the fact that he didnt manage to save holly from the cog

Alice's Tango (You will be mine) by chi chi

Literally just Mayhem dancing tango with Not-cup. He might be newly possessed since i imagined this with him having a bitter expression. (Compared to the art ones where he is smiling af lol) But yea, but him frowning or smiling and dancing with mayhem is still him dancing with mayhem, no matter whoch expression you or i choose lol

All eyes on me (squigglydigg's verison)

I love the og one, Or3o's version, but the og one's for sarah, it had some sweet evil girl tone in it. Whereas Squigglydigg's ver had Alice with a kind of that evil woman voice which is suiting mayhem. Its about her capturing the questers, tying them to a chair and make them watch her sing as they show her that they suppressed her from the cog. Cuphead manages to escape (Oh no no no no babe, hey!;- this is the part of the song where she caught cuphead loose from his ties) and i then she becomes insane as she sing and captures him back while pointing at him, blaming him for uhh everything...? *shrugs* lol

Are you proud of me now? (DAGames)

Ah yes, also one of my favorite songs. This is about holly and cuphead pulling the cog in replacement of audrey and the ink machine in DAGames mv. They bury the pressure that is put on them the the bg figures (Holly: bendy, fanny and cuphead. Cuphead: vicious,fanny, holly and mayhem) and then Mayhem is trying to pull Cuphead into madness when a memory ball revealed that holly is mayhem that is fully influenced by the cog. Cuphead back steps as mayhem is trying to get at him.

Lemme tell ya bud, giving this into detail is quite hard, but i told ya this the best that i can

Now onto the non-bendy songs!

Show yourself (frozen 2)

Hehe, quite weird to see a disney song here eh? XD but basically, this song is about Holly discovering the powers of the cog and some runes in some kind of old hidden Micco Cave. She followed the light where it leads her to Lukahd singing her and transforming her into Mayhem. The questers appeared at the end of the song and Mayhem raind down a cloud of runes she summoned. Cuphead was left flabbergasted at what happened. Alice's angel runes and bendy's demon magic protects them from the attack.

A sad song (we the kings)

This one is based from the Gala heartbreak. Holly goes into full mayhem which makes cuphead heartbroken as she shows bloodlust. But we also get to see Holly's pov which is cuphead laugh off and having fun with fanny and walking away from her as they talk.

And heres the most heartbreaking part; mayhem holds cuphead in a chokehold with her magic as she floats on her broom. Cuphead looks at her with teary eyes, but Mayhem showed no remorse. She was smiling ear to ear as she watched him in pain. Her memory of being holly and messing with the jokester cuphead is vanishing. She chose to ignore those aching memories because of the pain he caused.

Enchanted (taylor swift)

Aint a swiftie but ngl this song is amazing. Perfect for colly heartbreak. Again, this is based from the gala. Also goes along with the storyline of A Sad Song. But this is more on holly's pov tho. This also includes some moments from the gala, when she spied on the cupbros (cuphead hung her on a tree) etc. and then shifts to mayhem attacking cuphead with regrets carved on his glassy eyes.

All of this is kinda hard to get into detail, i tried my best and thats it. Hope u understand my explanations😅

Meanwhile, heres a WitchBrew song but them in a fight:

Devil's Gambit (fnf: indie cross)

Yes, you read that right, an fnf song XD

This one's cool cuz i imagine Notcup having a bit of characteristics from Nightmare Cuphead's form (indie cross).

Kind of like this.

I imagine him assisting Mayhem of defeating the Questers cuz they were on a hunt for them during the song. Mayhem unleashing her most horrifying abilities and Cuphead shooting blazing hot pink bullets. He still has all of the potion bullets like the chaser, lobber and peashooter etc, its just in pink.

Or possibly theyre fighting sarah, instrument boris and the night terror cuz sarah considered mayhem (and possibly notcup) as anomalies.

Welp, i think ive got it all covered up lol. A LOT was running in my head back then when i was a silent fan.

Holy cuss its 11:30 pm XD i should wash myself now cuz its getting quite late (imstillnotsleepyhelpandimhungry)

Im still wondering how tf did someone got the nerve to ship marcus and cuphead💀

[arphemorve]

i'm not defending Noah Schnapp and I don't agree with his actions but he didn't hand out those stickers, those are owned by Moti and Rachel that were bought from a small business. They even posted pics of it. He deserves to be criticized right now but criticize him for the things he' actually done. Sorry people exaggerating one's actions will always piss me off regardless if i hate the person or not. I feel like that much amount of hate he got is because what people knew is that he handed out those stickers (a tweet with hundred thousands of likes captioned it as such) when the video is him being seen with his friends posing with those stickers. He deserves the lashings for that alone but the hate he gets rn is a lot worse because what people knew is that he created those stickers and handed it out to people, that's a lot worse and will obviously make him more evil than he is rather than the fact that he was seen with his friends posting with those stickers.

girl you literally send me this 3 times, yesterday 2x and now. 😂

well at first I didn't know whether the stickers were made by them or they bought those stickers, and thank you for telling me this that they bought that. I'm sorry because I thought that Noah Schnapp made these stickers. but I also explained in my post that I hated him not only because of my misunderstanding that he made these stickers but also because:

you say that "the hate he gets rn is a lot worse" and I think that he deserves that hate not just because that stickers and I will outline what I and a lot people hate about him.

HE IS ACTOR, PUBLIC FIGURE. and he is an adult, has a phone, and can directly search (Google exists) for facts about what happened between Palestine and Israel. it fills me with so much rage how palestinian actress, model, and public figures have to be so careful with their words in support of their own people, their country and some of them even quit their jobs or terminated employment contracts with brand that are cooperating or supporting israel. but noah schnapp continuously spreads misinformation, propaganda and disrespects people who are suffering a literal genocide without any consequences.

Noah Schnapp is hanging out with his friends. he looked very happy, laughing, while recording when his friends showed him stickers that said Zionism is Sexy and Hamas is ISIS to share. and in fact he enjoyed it all.

he made this post, and look at the parts where he swallowed his own saliva.

what scares him? what makes the Israelis afraid? the fact there were even Israelis who made posts with the caption "war days💙🤍"

"I am truly heartbroken to see the brutal murders of innocent children, women and soldiers fighting to defend themselves. Choose humanity over violence."

okay, he truly heartbroken to see the brutal murders of innocent children, women, and soldiers, me too. but, what about palestine? what about he said about choose humanity over violence? when he enjoys hanging out with his friends and laughing over the "Zionism is sexy" and "hamas is ISIS" that the fact is:

Hamas carried out this attack in retaliation for the desecration of the al-Aqsa Mosque, the blockade of the Gaza Strip, and illegal Israeli settlements in the West Bank. the mission of this attack, as stated by Abu Ubeida, was to destroy the Israeli army Gaza Division at 15 main points & 10 other military points. Here it is clear that Hamas' primary intention was to target the IDF, not massacre civilians. in the October 7 attack, there were 683 verified Israelis killed. of these, almost half (48.1%), 331 were confirmed to be soldiers or policemen, while the rest were citizens. other Israeli casualties included citizens shot by the IDF because they were mistaken for Hamas, citizens shot by the IDF because they were held hostage by Hamas, and citizen-militias killed defending a Kibbutz.

Israel kills its own population and then slanders that Hamas killed his population, and Israel carries out massacres under the pretext of looking for Hamas even though it is not. and what scares him?

see this, and tell Noah schnapps that the Jewish did to the Palestinian people:

and ask noah schnapp when he was on holiday in israel, did he see this? If you come to Israel, you will often see ruins like this scattered throughout the country. these are the ruins of Palestinian villages that once existed before the Zionists came.

SHAME ON HIM, NOAH SCHNAPP.

I am outraged by the justification and celebration of the death of a young girls life. and he celebrated it by having fun with his friends, recording and laughing, is he 'noah schnapp and his friends' lost their minds??? STOP! Noah Schnapp and his friends don't have to be Palestinian, he just have to have empathy and common sense to know that THIS is wrong.

"will obviously make him more evil than he is rather"

well the fact that he is evil, gave an wrong opinion and said that Hamas terrorists, who were Hamas only wanted their territory, their country, which was seized by Israel, to fall again into Palestinian hands.

and I hope after you read this girl, this all answers your question about why Noah Schnapp gets so much hate speech.

and thank you very much for correcting my words, thanks for sharing that perspective I admit that I was wrong, I thought that Noah Schnapp made the sticker even though his friend actually bought it. I'm so sorry anon and thank you. ❤️

[ellievickstar]

Funny little thing (Lucien x Rhys’s Sister!Reader)

You A/N: I know that when you read the title you feel: Oh this sounds cute- NO! This is angst. I will write angst. This is day two of my 300 follower week. *Evil cackle that descends into a cough*. Anyways, this is my first time writing Lucien! I hope you like it. 

Summary: When Lucien tries to use his past as an excuse for his behaviour, the reader finally has had enough and reveals her past to him. 

Request: N/A

Inspiration: That one TikTok song? Idk I can’t find it so if anyone knows the name of the song please tell me :D

Warnings: Mentions and descriptions of abuse (physical, verbal and emotional),  shitty writing cause I was watching a movie while writing this, fic is not proofread, arguments, manipulation, emotional blackmail, Lucien being an overall asshole, Beron Vanserra is mentioned. 

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You flinched when the glass table rattled as his fist came down upon it. Lucien radiated frustration as he huffed an exasperated sigh, glaring at you. You stared at Lucien agape as he turned to you, towering over you by at least a foot. 

“What do you expect me to do? Huh? She’s my mate!” He growled as he took a step towards you, you stepping back. You turned away as the smell of alcohol from your friend engulfed you. You had always admired Lucien’s ability for surviving his father, for surviving everything, but this…addiction was not the way to go. 

When you had brought up your issue with it he shut you down instantly, claiming that he was heartbroken from seeing his mate bond with another male and wanted to just forget. The first week you had agreed with yourself that Lucien was allowed a pity party after everything, but it had been months and there was no change. You watched as your friend walked through a mindless schedule of sleep, work and drinking. By the cauldron, he didn’t even eat anymore. 

“Lucien, you have to listen, you are hurting people! You just yelled at a little girl!” You pushed as you tried to reason with your best friend. “You have to stop, you have to get help, I can help you!” You knew Lucien had an aversion to therapy and counselling, and with good reason, however, you were trained from young in healing, both physically and physiologically, you father believed that if you were going to inherit useless powers, you could at least master that. Your thought about your father brought a bitter taste to your mouth, making you dismiss the rising memories quickly. 

Lucien shook his head and you opened your mouth again when suddenly a hard impact hit you across the face. You gaped as you brought your hand to your cheek, thankfully no bleeding, but hell did it sting. You couldn’t believe that he- 

You laughed hysterically at your next thought. He would. He wasn’t the same anymore and you knew it. You had always known, but you listened to excuse after excuse and now you were done. 

“If you ever want to talk, don’t even try anymore, because I am done. If you want to apologise, wait until you are sober,” You mumbled and took up your bag from the corner and winnowed to The House of Wind. 

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Rhysand was furious. Once he discovered what happened, it took convincing a hell lot of convincing to get him to not go and murder Lucien. Both Cassian and Azriel were also tempted to kill him, but agreed that they would wait until they gave them a green light before making Lucien’s life a living hell. 

Elain felt terrible as she helped you to ice the blooming bruise, she tried to apologise, reasoning that maybe if she had given Lucien a chance maybe this would never happen, but you disagreed. Lucien might have suffered, but this was a choice on his own. And he had no one to blame. 

You decided to bury yourself into your work, refusing to turn to the same methods that Lucien had, that your father had. You worked with younger children while working to start up a counselling clinic from youths and younger, something you had wanted to do for a while. With the help from Elain and her appeal to younger kids and families, the both of you worked together to run what you both hoped to be the start of the best outreach clinic for young minds. You wanted them to feel seen, and Elain wanted to help them learn how to explore themselves. 

On top of that, Cassian and Azriel decided that they would help ensure the security of the children for those who came at later times. You were more then grateful for their work, knowing that the safety of the children were in good hands.

Months went by with no word from Lucien. He showed up to meetings, but he never stayed for dinner. Never attended any parties. You had to admit that a part of you missed him, but this was for the best. That was when he came in one day while you and Elain were closing up. You first felt his presence and stilled, Elain’s eyes were focused on him as she glared at him, you cursed both Azriel and Cassian for deciding to go out with Rhys today for a drinking night. 

You smiled at Elain, asking her through her mind to wait for you outside and she nodded quickly, hurrying out the door. Lucien’s eyes followed her and you glared at him harshly. 

“Do you need something?” You asked you cocked one eyebrow. Lucien rolled his eyes and you scoffed. 

“Look, I’m sorry that I lashed out at you, but you’re overreacting, you don’t know what I’ve been through, you don’t understand,”  He argued and you wanted to laugh in his face. How dare he come into your space, invade your time just to spill this bullshit again. You might have fallen for that once, but you were done and you were going to make that clear. 

“You are a pathetic man, Lucien,” You hissed. “You drink, and pity yourself, and you do nothing, you have struggled and survived and you have nothing to show for it,” You snarled. He sighed angrily and tried to reason with you again. 

“I suffered under my father, I suffered, I am broken, you don’t understand a single thing because you are spoiled and entitled just like your brother,” He growled. That made you laugh. Tears burn in your eyes as one escaped and rolled down your cheek. You wiped it away and laughed again, the sound was empty, dead, held no humour in it. 

“It’s a funny thing, suffering,” You started, shushing Lucien when he tried to interrupt you. “You abused our relationship, my friendship and used it to your advantage, but not anymore. I am done Lucien. You can make all the excuses you want about being broken our tortured, but you also don’t know me. You don’t know how I’ve suffered, what I have sacrificed, what I have been made to do,” You breathed as you pushed him out of the clinic. “It’s funny that your the broken one in this friendship when I’m the only one when needed saving, who needed to get out, and now I’m done. So don’t bother me again,” You spat. 

And with that, you grabbed Elain’s hand and winnowed back home, leaving Lucien to ponder how things could have turned out differently. 

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A/N: This is just a taste on what I plan to write, it’s a little rushed, but I think it’s a good idea. I might rewrite in the future with different character’s but who knows? Thank you for reading! Bye my loves <3

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