#and g-d if it was my step dad who was the only one with me he'd always pull the 'surely you can get a drink by yourself dont be ridiculous'

[hearties-circus]

Yknow I don't think I've had a magnum ice cream since the night before the punishment and having one now.. yeah I cant really blame myself this ice cream is good

[valerie-is-in-the-cupboard]

The ABCs of Alastor - Cum

A B C D E F G H I J K L M N O P Q R S T U V W X Y Z

MATURE CONTENT AHEAD! MINORS DNI!

Words: ~2200 TW: swearing, vaginal sex, exhibitionism (I think that's how it's called), cum, fingering

Alastor was not the kind to take his frustrations on you, especially not when he was jealous. He'd rather make the unfortunate soul who dared to hit on you feel like it was the last mistake they'd ever done. He knew it was not your fault when you gained unwanted attention, so there'd be no point in being mad at you.

But when Lucifer stepped into the Hazbin Hotel, his eyes roaming over your body as his lips briefly touched your hand, kissing it, Alastor saw red before him. If he wasn't Charlie's father, the very next moment there'd be nothing left of him apart from that ridiculously big hat of his. But he had to keep it together. So instead of throwing snarky remarks at him, he approached you, a hand tightly gripping your waist.

"And who are you?" Lucifer asked with a raised brow, his hand lingering possessively over yours as if daring Alastor to respond.

"The Radio Demon, at your service," his eyes twitched in frustration and just by the looks of it, you could tell how pissed he was.

"Never heard of you." The King of Hell dismissed him, his focus returning to you. "Now, darling, how about you show me the hotel?"

"I am sorry to inform you that (Y/n) has other business to attend right now," Alastor said through his teeth, his claws digging into your flesh at that point.

"Yeah, Dad! How about I show you the hotel?" Charlie intervened, laughing awkwardly as she pushed her father away, giving you an apologetic look. You both watched as Charlie and Vaggie led him away, the tension in the air growing heavier around you..

"Damn, Alastor... The King of Hell himself is hitting on ya girl!" Angel Dust teased, disturbing both of you from your thoughts. "I'd be careful if I were you."

His grip on you tightened further when he heard Angel mocking him, his eyes narrowing dangerously at the spider demon. He was already struggling to repress his irritation towards Lucifer's actions, and Angel's words only served to push him closer to the edge

"(Y/n)..." he said, his voice tense. "I am waiting for you in our room. We have some things to discuss." he disappeared in one of his portals, leaving you alone with Angel Dust and Husker. You took a deep breath, not even noticing you were holding it.

"You're fucked, toots." Angel chuckled.

"What? What have I done?" you asked confused as he came closer to you.

"I've seen this look before! He's jealous as fuck. He's gonna fuck your guts until you'll need assistance to walk."

Your heart raced, a mix of fear and excitement churning in your stomach. "I don't think it's that!"

He gently pats you on the shoulder, giving you a smirk. "We'll see 'bout that."

You sighed, mumbling under your breath as you made your way to your room, not wanting to piss him off further. A sense of excitement and nervousness filled you as Angel's words replayed in your head. Was he mad at you? But it wasn't your fault Lucifer was being touchy...

You stopped in front of your shared bedroom, taking a deep breath before you touched the doorknob. But before you could open the door yourself, it burst open, shadowy tentacles dragging you inside and throwing you on the bed, the door shutting tight behind you. As more shadows spawned to hold down your wrists and legs, Alastor stepped in front of you, slowly approaching the bed, his cane tapping the floor with every step.

He looked down at you, his face still set in the typical smile, but his eyes were full of annoyance, his clawed fingers tightly gripping the fabric of his coat.

"What was that, my dear?" He said through gritted teeth, his voice low and dangerous.

"Alastor... He didn't know, alright? I think he got the message now." you said, a tentacle slowly gripping your neck, choking you slightly.

"Oh, I'm sure he got the message, my dear." Alastor knelt on the bed, his hands resting on either side of your head, trapping you under him. The tentacle around your neck continued to tighten its grip, making it harder to breathe. "But that doesn't change the fact that he was touching you, in front of everyone... in front of me." He was leaning closer to you now, his face inches away from yours.

You gasped for air as his claws traced your body, from your neck to your waist, slowly dragging the soft fabric of your clothes. "And if I'm being honest, you seemed to enjoy the attention too."

"What? No! I wasn't!" you said in defence, as the tentacles pushed you further into the bed.

Alastor's eyes narrowed as he chuckled darkly, clearly not buying your protest. "Oh, really?" His hand moved to the hem of your top, his fingers gently tugging it upward, exposing your stomach. "Because it looked like you were into it, my dear..." He said, the tip of his clawed finger now tracing the revealed skin, sending shivers down your spine. "And the fact that you didn't pull away from him, not for a moment..." He leaned even closer, his breath hot on your neck. "That tells me a lot..."

His eyes glowed in the dim light of the room, but you couldn't help the feeling of excitement in your chest, the situation was morbidly arousing and scary at the same time. "It's not true, Alastor!"

He chuckled again, the sound sending a chill down your spine. "Is it not, my dear?" He continued to caress your body, his hand now moving under your skirt, his fingers tracing small patterns on your thigh. "Because you seem quite excited for someone who wasn't enjoying Lucifer's attention..." He mused a hint of mockery in his voice.

You looked away, a dark blush on your face as his hand moved dangerously close to your core, threatening to feel how wet you were already. "It isn't because of him, asshole..." you mumbled.

His eyes gleamed with satisfaction at your response, a devilish smirk spreading across his lips. "Is that so?" He leaned in once more, his hot breath caressing your ear. "Then tell me, my dear... who exactly is making you this excited right now?" His hand moved slightly higher, the wetness drenching your panties as he slowly rubbed your core. You let out a gasp when you felt his clawed hand against you, wanting more with every move. "Is it me who got you this wet?" he asked huskily, his breath tickling the skin of your neck.

"Yes..." you whispered, fighting against the restraints that kept you in place, wanting to touch him so badly. "It's only you, Alastor! Only you can make me feel this way."

A sinister smile curled on his lips as he leaned in, his kiss a delicate contrast to the growing intensity of his touch, each stroke sending shockwaves through your body. His cock grew even harder at your words, pleasing him immensely. "Then how about we make sure he knows this too?" he whispered.

"What... What do you mean?" you sheepishly asked, afraid of what idea he might have.

"How about we let him know how good I can make you feel? Only me."

He slowly pulled away, his eyes never leaving yours, savouring every moment of anticipation. With deliberate precision, he unzipped his trousers, letting the tension hang in the air before pressing his cock against your trembling body.

He placed his microphone next to your face, and that's when it hit you - you weren't the only ones to hear the lewd sounds that were yet to come.

"Alastor? What are you doing?!"

Alastor chuckled softly, clearly enjoying your surprise response.

"I'm going to make a point, my dear. Now, be a good girl and be as loud as you can."

He pushed your panties aside, forcing his cock inside of your hole, a loud moan filling the room as he entered you completely. He stopped for a moment, wiping the small tears that gathered in the corner of your eyes. "It's a good start. Good girl." he praised as he pulled out, only to slam back into you.

"Fuck~ Take it easy, Al!" you said as he thrusted a few more times inside of you.

"Oh, but my dear... You seem to like it."

His thrusts became faster, as the tentacles spread your legs further, giving him more access. You arched your back as his cock came in and out of you harshly, the sounds of your arousal and skin slapping filling the room.

"You hear this, Your Majesty?" Alastor said in a mocking tone, grabbing the microphone. "It's a special broadcast, just for you."

He threw the microphone back on the bed, leaning over you, his hips harshly meeting yours. His tongue invaded your mouth, as moans of pleasure echoed through the room, making him go faster.

"Tell him, dear!" he said between grunts. "Tell him who's making you feel so good!"

You felt more tentacles caressing your body, grabbing and running across every inch of skin they could find. A powerful wave of pleasure took over your body as one of them started to rub your clit, your mind going blank as his cock fucked you into the bed, driving you closer to your orgasm.

"Fuck! Alastor! Fuck - Fuck me!" you gasped, your eyes teary from the pleasure.

You moaned loudly as a strong orgasm hit you, leaving your body a trembling mess, the feeling of overstimulation making you lightheaded as he continued to ram into your heat. He groaned at how tight you became, but his cock continued to drag painfully across your velvet walls.

"You're... You're gonna take every single bit of my seed, dear!" he said through gritted teeth as the tentacles lifted your ass from the bed, allowing him to fuck you even deeper than before, his claws digging into your waist. His cock felt like it was going to break through you, as you dipped your nails in your palms, feeling like you were about to faint.

With a few more powerful thrusts, he spilt his cum inside of you. He stood there for a moment, his eyes shut as the pleasure left his body. His breath heavy as small droplets of sweat made his forehead glow. The tentacles left your sore body and gently allowed you to fall on the bed.

Panting, his cock still inside of you, he grabbed the microphone. "Until next broadcast, Your Majesty." he chuckled a bit, his attention returning to you. "Are you alright, my little doe?" he asked, his claws gently tracing your flustered cheek.

"You really... You really broadcasted the whole thing?" you asked, somehow less worried about it than you should've been.

"Let's just say I placed a radio in his room... As a gift. If he heard it or not... We're yet to find out." he chuckled, pulling himself out. You winced at the sudden feeling of his fingers roughly entering you, pumping your pussy a few times, the stretch feeling unbearable now.

"Alastor, please…" you gasped, the words slipping out before you could stop them, torn between protest and longing.

"I said you're gonna take everything, dear. And I meant it!" he placed your panties back, gently patting your heat. "I want that fucker to smell me when he sees you. If the broadcast wasn't enough, of course."

You got up, and he gently helped you, a soft smile on his face this time. You buried your face into his chest, hugging him tightly as he made small circles on your back.

"Are you mad at me?" you asked.

"Absolutely not, my dear! I just needed to prove something... And I think we did a pretty good job." he praised.

The idea of having Alastor's cum inside you all day seemed exciting... until you had to walk around the hotel with the sticky fluid making a mess of your panties.

You rested your chin on your hand, trying to ignore the weird feeling between your legs, your cheeks flustered after you told Angel what happened.

"Holy shit, toots! I didn't think smiley is that freaky!" he chuckled. "But you guys didn't need the radio for the entire Pentagram City to know what you were doing."

"Wait... What?" you asked, looking at him.

"We need to talk to Charlie... These walls are thinner than they should be..." Husk mumbled, an obvious smirk on his face.

"Fuck..." you said, hiding your face in your palms. "So y'all heard it?"

"Indeed." a voice echoed behind you. You quickly turned to see Lucifer looking at you, an annoyed look on his slightly blushed face. He held a radio in his arms or... what remained of one after he probably burned it. Just when you were about to apologise for Alastor's "revolutionary idea", he entered the room, humming, seemingly in a good mood.

"Woah! You two should fuck more often... He's less creepy than usual when ya do it." Angel said, a smirk on his face.

"Indeed, my effeminate fellow." Alastor chuckled. "(Y/n) and I really had a good time... A very good one," he said, eyeing Lucifer, a mischievous grin on his face. Suddenly, he turned to completely face him, raising an eyebrow.

"The fuck is it now?" Lucifer asked.

"Oh my friend, it's nothing really. Though, I must say, it seems you found our little performance… enthralling."

Your face got bright red as you noticed the tent in Lucifer's pants. "Ah, fuck it..." you mumbled as he got all flustered too, the only sound filling the room being Angel's hysterical laughter.

Alastor approached you, a proud smile on his face. "I think we need to make a point again, dear," he murmured, his voice laced with dark amusement, as he placed a kiss on your forehead.

Tags: @ratsematary @littlebluefishtail @xalygatorx @martinys-world @alastorthirsty @diffidentphantom @itsaubreyofcc @n0tmentallystable @lettuce-frog16

[worshipme]

contact: abril valdivia [ @dear-abril ]

[sms]: hope ya had a good labor day weekend. easy day tomorrow for your first day back at work :) now i know originally we only had one thing on the schedule for tomorrow but over the weekend some things happened and now we’ve got a whole day ahead of us.

[sms]: reminder i have a dolce&gabbana fitting tomorrow at 10 am, make sure i’m up and awake by 8. can’t miss this one because it’d look real bad on me. especially since we’ve been knowing about this for a month now. so make SURE i’m up. i’ll cook breakfast for us so no need to get something before coming over. just text me what you want me to make. the fitting isn’t too far from my condo, walking isn’t a problem and you don’t need to accompany me if you don’t want to. it’s a fitting so you’d end up being in the room with me while i … well, yeah

[sms]: now for the new stuff (i’m sorry) mooch needs me to reshoot some scenes for money talks because the files got corrupted. we’re looking at 1 pm in brooklyn. drop off at brooklyn bridge is fine. bring my clothes in a separate garment bag. brown timberlands, the grey levis, black hoodie, black leather jacket, black beanie with the us flag on it. if you choose to not come with me to the fitting, then i’ll still expect you to have this ready and to meet me outside the d&g building with the ride ready.

[sms]: but then after, we’re heading with mooch to the hamptons. he’ll drive so no need to worry about getting us a ride there. he’s gonna spend time with his dad and we’re going to check out a few properties i’ve been looking at. projected to have a pretty good ROI because of the area theyre in. also just overall rich white people wanted to vacay out there and shit. or i could just rent it out.

[sms]: still deciding on that. anyway. enough about that.

[sms]: quite literally it for tomorrow because the drive to the hamptons is unfortunately long. also, i just mainly have phone calls to make. speaking with a lot of modeling agencies — god i’m going to rip out my hair tomorrow.

[sms]: but while that’s happening, i’m going to need you to get in contact with austin, the guy who prints my clothes. find out when he’s available so we can start drafting up designs for the next hookgoods drop and how much we’re looking at to supply him with the all the blanks and ink he needs. we can work with his schedule, that isn’t a problem. as long as it isn’t on a wednesday, saturday, or sunday. next step would be to figure out where the fuck he’s gonna print this shit because his studio isn’t in new york anymore and instead in bumfuck tennessee.

[sms]: back to my place. get ready to go to airport to leave for wisconsin for some wrassling.

[soupdeewoop]

favorite lines from "THE TORTURED POETS DEPARTMENT: THE ANTHOLOGY"

and it hits me, i just dont understand how you dont miss me, in the black dog

that was intertwined in the magic fabric of our dreaming

and i may never open up the way i did for you

now i want to sell my house and set fire to all my clothes, and hire a priest to come and exorcise my demons, even if i die screaming, and i hope you hear it

and i hope its shitty, in the black dog

i still cant believe it, cause old habits die screaming

honey, i can tell when somebody still wants me, come clean

whether im gonna be your wife or, gonna smash up your bike

i hear the whispers in your eyes, ill make you wanna think twice, youll find, that you were never not mine, youre mine

flip the script and leave you like a dumb house party, or i might just love you til the end

whether im gonna flip you off or, pull you into the closet, i haven't decided yet i told my friends i hate you but i love you just the same, pick your poison, babe, im poison either way

a rose by any other name is a scandal

cross your thoughtless heart, only liquor anoints you

locked me up in towers, but id visit in your dreams, and they tried to warn you about me

and when that sky rains fire on you, and youre persona non grata, ill tell you how ive been there too, and that none of it matters

the devil that you know, looks now more like an angelso cross your thoughtless heart, shes the albatross, she is here to destroy you

your hologram stumbled into my apartment, hands in the hair of somebody in darkness named chloe or sam or sophia or marcus

as the decade would play us for fools

if you want to break my cold, cold heart, just say, "i loved you the way that you were", if you want to tear my world apart, just say you've always wondered

you said some things that i cant unabsorb, you turned me into an idea of sorts

i changed into goddesses, villains and fools, changed plans and lovers and outfits and rules

back to the moment i crashed into you, like so many wrecks do, too impaired by my youth, to know what to do

will that make your memory fade from this scarlet maroon

cause i wonder, will i always, will i always wonder?

and so a touch that was my birthright became foreign

the empathetic hunger descends

we learned the right steps to different dances

soon theyll go home to their husbands, smug cause they know they can trust him, then feverishly calling their cousins

guess who we ran into at the shops, walking in circles like she was lost, didnt you hear they called it all off

say it once again with feeling, how the death rattle breathing, silenced as the soul was leaving, the deflation of our dreaming, leaving me bereft and reeling, my beloved ghost and me, sitting in a tree, d-y-i-n-g

well tell no one except all of our friends, but i still dont know, how did it end?

i wanna find you in a crowd just to hide from you

tell me bout the first time you saw me

ill drink what you think, and im high, from smoking your jokes all damn night

your friends are around, so be quiet, im trying to stifle my sighs

are you gonna marry, kiss, or kill me? (kill me), its just a game, but really (really), im bettin on all three for us two (all three)

no ones ever had me (had me), not like you

truth, dare, spin bottles, you know how to ball, i know aristotle, brand new, full-throttle, touch me while your bros play grand theft auto, its true, swear, scouts honor, you knew what you wanted and boy, you got her, brand new, full-throttle, you already know, babe

do that impression you did of your dad again

im sinking, our fingers entwined, cheeks pink in the twinkling lights, cause i feel so high school (i feel so high school), every time i look at you, but look at you

if comfort is a construct, i dont believe in good luck, now that i know whats what

no mid-sized city hopes and small-town fears, im there most of the year cause i hate it here, i hate it here

everyone would look down cause it wasnt fun now, seems like it was, never even fun back then, nostalgia is a minds trick, if id been there, id hate it, it was freezing in the palace

i hate it here so i will go to lunar valleys in my mind

im lonely, but im good, im bitter, but i swear im fine, ill save all my romanticism for my inner life, and ill get lost on purpose, this place made me feel worthless, lucid dreams like electricity, the current flies through me, and in my fantasies, i rise above it, and way up there, i actually love it

quick, quick, tell me something awful, like you are a poet trapped inside the body of a finance guy

and it was always the same searing pain, but i dreamed that one day, i could say all that time you were throwing punches, i was building something

and it wasnt a fair fight, or a clean kill, each time that aimee stomped across my grave

screamed, "fuck you, aimee" to the night sky, as the blood was gushing, but i cant forget the way you made me heal everyone knows that my mother is a saintly woman, but she used to say she wished that you were dead wrote a thousand songs that you find uncool, i built a legacy that you cant undo

and so i changed your name and any real defining clues, and one day, your kid comes home singing, a song that only us two is gonna know is about you cause

screamed, "thank you, aimee" to the night sky, and the stars are stunning

i had died the tiniest death, i spied the catch in your breath, out, out, out, out, out, out

i look in peoples windows, in case youre at their table, what if your eyes looked up and met mine, one more time

what are the chances youd be downtown, downtown, downtown

im addicted to the if only

so i look in peoples windows, like im some deranged weirdo, i attend christmas parties from outside, i look in peoples windows, in case youre at their table, what if your eyes looked up and met mine one more time

hand on the throttle, thought i caught lightning in a bottle

pad around when i get home, i guess a lesser woman wouldve lost hope, a greater woman wouldnt beg, but i looked to the sky and said

please, ive been on my knees, change the prophecy, dont want money, just someone who wants my company, let it once be me, who do i have to speak to, about if they can redo the prophecy?

poison blood from the wound of the pricked hand, oh, still i dream of him

and i sound like an infant, feeling like the very last drops of an ink pen, a greater woman stays cool, but i howl like a wolf at the moon, and i look unstable but even statues crumble if theyre made to wait, im so afraid i sealed my fate, no sign of soulmates, im just a paperweight in shades of greige, spending my last coin so someone will tell me itll be okay

i was in my new house placing daydreams, patching up the crack along the wall

so they killed cassandra first, cause she feared the worst

i was in my tower weaving nightmares, twisting all my smiles into snarls

bloods thick but nothing like a payroll, bet they never spared a prayer for my soul, you can mark my words that i said it first, in a mourning warning no one heard

when the first stones thrown theres screaming, in the streets theres a raging riot, when its burn the bitch, theyre shrieking, when the truth comes out its quiet, its so quiet

forgive me peter, my lost fearless leader, in closets like cedar, preserved from when we were just kids, is it something i did?

are you still a mind reader?, a natural scene stealer, ive heard great things peter, but life was always easier on you, than it was on me

we both did the best we could do underneath the same moon, in different galaxies, and i didnt want to hang around, we said it was just goodbye for now

and i wont confess that i waited, but i let the lamp burn

cause loves never lost when perspective is earned

forgive me peter, please know that i tried, to hold onto the days when you were mine, but the woman who sits by the window has turned out the light

you said you were gonna grow up, then you were gonna come find me, you said you were gonna grow up

you said you were gonna grow up, then you were gonna come find me, said you were gonna grow up, then you were gonna come find me, said you were gonna grow up, then you were gonna come find me, words from the mouths of babes, promises oceans deep, but never to keep, never to keep

a curious child, ever reviled, by everyone except her own father

excellent fun til you get to know her, then she runs like its a race

"oh, we must stop meeting like this"

ended with the slam of a door, then hell call her a whore, wish he wouldnt be sore

but as she was leaving, it felt like breathing

all her fuckin lives, flashed before her eyes, it feels like the time, she fell through the ice, then came out alive

and at first blush, this is fate, when its all roses, portrait poses, central park lake in tiny rowboats, what a charming saturday!

and she just knows. she must bolt.

theres escape in escaping

ended with the slam of a door, but shes got the best stories, you can be sure, that as she was leaving. it felt like freedom.

out window panes talking utter nonsense, you have no idea

way to go, tiger, higher and higher, wilder and lighter, for you

long may you roar, at your dinosaurs, youre a just ruler, covered in mud, you look ridiculous, and you have no idea

buried down deep and out of your reach, the secret we all vowed, to keep it from you in sweetness

you got the dragonflies above your bed, you have a favorite spot on the swing set, you have no room in your dreams for regrets

now and then she rereads the manuscript, of the entire torrid affair

he said that if the sex was half as good as the conversation was soon theyd be pushin strollers, but soon it was over

she thought about how he said since she was so wise beyond her years, everything had been above board, she wasnt sure

and the years passed, like scenes of a show, the professor said to write what you know, lookin backwards might be the only way to move forward, then the actors were hitting their marks, and the slow dance was alight with the sparks, and the tears fell in synchronicity with the score, and at last, she knew what the agony had been for

now and then i reread the manuscript, but the story isnt mine anymore

[a-bucket-of-trash]

Soldier’s Princess – Kelvin x Female Reader – Part 2/2

Part 1

Tags: daddy kelvin uwu, fluff and small smut

You were still sitting in the couch, somewhat reclined, looking at Kelvin comfortably leaning on the backrest, with the baby half seated, on his arm, while he gave her a bottle of milk. He looked absolutely natural, as if he had been doing this from the very moment Sophie had been born. Besides, the way he was looking at her, with such tenderness, made him look several times more attractive than he was before.

"You know that myth that says that men who are married with children look more attractive?" You saw his eyes fix on you "I think it's real" You winked at him.

"We're n-not married yet, little thing" He winked back at you "Wait a little... okay?"

"I'm not in a hurry, you're here, that's enough for me" You got a little closer to play with his hair "If you get tired of holding her, tell me"

"No, she's mine." He made a capricious face, setting the empty bottle aside. "You have Daddy's a-a-appetite... Good girl." He gently caressed her plump cheeks.

“Have you taken care of babies before? You're too natural for her to be the first one you hold.” You kept rubbing his scalp.

"I have a five-year-old n-n-nephew... I took care of him a lot w-when he was a baby" He took one of Sophie's hands, watching her grab his finger "D-a-d... I'm dad" He looked at you "Did she say mommy and daddy yet?"

“Mhm” You nodded “A few weeks ago…”

"D-damn, I'm late" He was slightly shocked "Oh no! Ll-l-language! Ssshhhh no more p-p-p-profanity” He glared at Sophie “Right? Daddy has to be polite now... or m-mommy's going to get mad."

"It's very hard to get mad at you acting so adorable." You laughed softly.

"Do you know that Sophie l-laughs just like you?" He saw your curious look "Mhm, don't look at me like that, I'm t-t-telling the truth"

"Well, I did my best to laugh twice as much these months" You became a little more serious "It was... complicated... People who judged me for coming back pregnant, because you weren't here... Being alone, missing you... So I tried twice as hard so she wouldn't notice any of it."

"Oh my g-g-g-goodness..." He caressed your cheek for a long time, saddened "My life... I'm so sorry..."

“I already told you, it's okay…” You smiled back, holding his hand to firmly rub your face between his fingers “Only you and I know the truth, I'm not going to let the comments of people who have no idea what we went through affected me…”

“Were you all a-alone? Did no one help you?" He gently brushed your cheekbone.

“No, my sister was here a lot at the beginning. Now she still comes back some weekends to give me a hand. You're going to know her and you're going to hate her" You laughed "She's as rude as me when we just fell from the helicopter "

"I'm scared then" He thought "She's going to b-b-believe that I was l-l-l-lounging around while you were having my little p-princess"

“Don't worry, she knows that I did complicated… jobs. I told her something, no details, but she knows you were forced away and you had brain damage and all that.” You smiled and pointed your chin at Sophie “Look… just like you.”

Kelvin looked at her daughter, asleep in his arm, which made him smile "A full s-s-stomach is a safe nap... 100% my d-daughter" He looked at you "I'm going to leave her in the crib"

You saw him go, leave her in her crib, cover her well and return taking quick steps to the couch, to sit very close to you and hug you.

"Now yes, time e-e-e-exclusively for my queen" He whispered, smiling, noticing how you filled his cheek with tender kisses "I n-needed your tender love"

“And I needed you…my king…” You purred, moving to sit facing him on his lap.

“Hello, hello…” He looked at you interestedly, caressing your thighs.

"You know?" You caressed his face, looking at his beautiful brown eyes "When I had Sophie I asked to be tying... So we can do all the simulation of looking for a little brother we want, without risk"

"Lady M-m-mercenary, you really think e.everything" He licked his lips, feeling somewhat anxious.

"Former mercenary, Mr. Ex-Soldier" You playfully touched his nose "I am now Mrs. Butcher"

“Do you work in a b-butcher shop?” He saw you nod and started laughing out loud. He hastily covered his mouth as he laughed, trying not to wake Sophie. "S-shit…shh."

"Does this seem weird to you?" You chuckled softly, “Where do you think I learned two-handed stabbing and slicing cannibals? My father was a butcher…”

"How sexy." He laugh more.

"Funny guy" You kissed his forehead hard "God, your laugh gives me a thousand years of life... I love to see you laugh"

"You make me laugh so much b-because you make me e-e-exaggeratedly happy" He caressed your waist temptingly "So, if mom works, dad will s-stay at home taking care of the p-p-princess and doing e-everything a housewife does"

"Well, you did perfectly on the island, you're more than qualified…" You looked into his eyes, touching his chin, sighing softly.

You were silent for a while, just looking into each other's eyes, yearning even more, devouring eachother with your gaze, remembering that now you were safe. Your gaze faded moments before you began to kiss deeply, with the desperation and passion of months apart, growling and purring, hands searching under the clothes, the desire burning the fingers.

“I miss doing it to you…” He growled, his hands feeling your breasts “God… they did g-grow…”

"Motherhood." You half moaned, feeling his erection under his pants.

"My love..." He looked at you as you rubbed a little against his pelvis, your chest close to his face "Let's get m-m-married t-t-tomorrow"

"Didn't you tell me to wait?" You buried your fingers in his hair, looking up at him.

"I c-c-changed my mind..." He smiled at you, winking.

"Done" You smiled "Let's have the bachelor party right now"

He laughed softly, feeling yourwarm body against himself, ready to spend not just the rest of the day with you, but the rest of his life, taking care of you and that little princess he had barely met and already loved more than his own life.

[aita-blorbos]

(Technically Canon Characters, but it's from an AU/Fanfic)

AITA For Showing a Dead face to a Guy?

So, I (14??M) am Dead, but am also somehow alive again. I'm like a Zombie basically. I don’t want to get too into everything, but keep in mind I was murdered, trapped in a golden bear suit I was murdered with and my murderer who's a ghost, and I have no memory of anything in my life besides my death.

I stick to hiding in the woods, because I don't want anyone seeing me. I don’t know what would happen if anyone saw me, but I know it wouldn't be good. Only one person knows about me, who I'll call G(15M). He's a bit fidgety and nervous all the time, but is overall nice and apparently knows a bit about ghosts.

One day I end up hearing a voice from a Junkyard calling for Help. When I go to investigate, I find a piece of metal with strange neon goo on it. Confused about it, I just decide to go ask G about it since I was 99% positive it was ghost related. I went to his apartment (Just yelling at him through his window... I am aware that was dumb), and he seemed confused as well. He ended up just suggesting to see if there was more and see if it made anything. I went back to the Junkyard and found more pieces with the goo on it, but ended up making a girl out of the garbage. I'm not sure why, but the goo seems to match with whatever I made since it looks like it's bleeding.

I go back to tell G this and offer to try taking a picture if he gives me a camera since he's still kinda confused, but when he comes down to hand me a camera, his Dad or something comes down with him! I'll call him D, since he's a Detective. You can probably see why I would freak out if I didn't want anyone else to see me, a Detective is one of the worst types of people to see me! It also makes it worse since D is apparently a huge skeptic of the Paranormal, unlike G. I get a bit upset at G for this, but as I try arguing with him, D steps in and says "I believe you should calm down, and not begin yelling at him over a mistake caused by your decisions", which, I guess he's right about that, but it still pissed me off.

G explains he just wants to ask me some questions, and was even willing to let me borrow his camera. I end up allowing him to, but I get quickly upset with the guy. D starts questioning the answers I gave him, which admittedly were kind of bad at the time and kind of lied (I was scared of admitting the truth about being dead), he gets upset and questions me for "destroying private property" of an old Junkyard gate, he even ended up following miles across the woods to get to the Junkyard to see the person of garbage I made because I didn't trust him enough to get in his car. Looking back, these aren't the worst things ever and make sense, but they just made me more agitated at the time.

We get to the person I made who's out of garbage, and, before I can take a picture of it, he snatches the camera out of my hands. D ends up apologizing, but says he can't let me take a picture of it. Apparently some horrible incident happened where a Girl, S, was reported to be seen turning into garbage before going missing, and the person I made with junk looks pretty similar to her. Now, I had no idea this ever happened, I've literally been in the woods hiding for weeks, so I get defensive, thinking he's going to blame me for this. He ends up saying something snarky about how he doubts I haven't heard anything about it, since this incident was a pretty big deal around here, which I said was where I "probably" lived, so I admitted to lying.

D just sternly asks why I lied, and I explain it was because I thought he would see me as crazy if I said I was dead. Then, he just says G told him that already, and that he felt like there were larger issues to address than that. We begin arguing, then he says "I think you're a liar. I do not believe you're insane, or 'crazy', or even a sane person who only happens to believe something absurd, I simply think you're lying, and wear this suit for reasons I don't fully understand. I also believe this...body could possibly be some sick joke to make fun of this missing girl, and, frankly, your attitude towards me and others is starting to get on my nerves."

This was my tipping point, so I end up yanking my bear suit open to show my rotting face. D just stares at me terrified and too stunned to say anything, so I cover my face again and just say "Fuck you" before walking a few feet away and sulking on the ground. D ends up apologizing to me, genuinely apologizing, and promises to leave me alone like I wanted. I don’t apologize. I don’t know why I didn't. I felt bad for doing that, but I also felt too stubborn to? I don't know, my brain just feels confused right now. I feel like I already know the answer to this question, but I might as well ask it since I can't ask anyone else.

AITA?

EDIT: Ok apparently the junk person I made was S after all somehow. I don’t know how that even happened to her, but I guess that adds to D's point about it looking eerily similar (Since it was her.)

[katyspersonal]

So for the « send me a character ask game » what about our dear Rya hm?

Oh and what about Damian too?

(From this ( x ) ask meme)

- For Rya

First impression: Was first introduced to her via fanart and plenty of spoilers, I thought she was adorable x) Both as a woman and as a snake!

Impression now: Still, not much to say about her, she is just a really cute snake girl! It is one of those characters with whom there is not much to do besides memes and fanart with them in wholesome situations! However, I have even more positive opinion on her now that I know she is one of very few characters who were able to bounce back from mental defeat and be optimistic and hopeful about their future! Really rare mindset in Elden Ring's broken, despair-ridden world!

Favorite moment: Ahahaha when we discover her as a snake xD She forgot to put on her human suit, this is so precious xddd

Idea for a story: Anything you can think up about her and Patches meeting again, after Volcano Manor cringed and failed. This might be awkward as Patches is like, moving on, so meeting someone so close tied with Volcano Manor and Tanith can be... a bit of heavy, to say so. But at the same time if they get through the tension, they could become basically best friends. Or they could build father/daughter-alike bond! I also saw a ship which is valid too (let's be real, Patches had 0 chances with Tanith from the start, and there was... well, just nothing.)

Unpopular opinion: ANOTHER character with whom there are no opinions in the community besides 'I just think they're neat' to BEGIN with, so I can't answer much xD

Favorite relationship: She and her mother! This is such a sweet familial bond, holy shit. Tanith is absolutely in the right loving Rya so much, it is that one time when lack of blood relation didn't change anything about the family at all. True family bond is emotional and spiritual, and Rya is even inspired to carry on as her successor. Elden Ring spoiled us with too much wholesomeness for a Soulsborne game, especially the familial one!

Favorite headcanon: Not really a headcanon, but rather a logical conclusion. I LOVE seeing her E L O N G A T E D in fanart, like how other serpents can do that xD It makes the most sense that she is able to do that too in her serpent form x)

- For Damian

First impression: When I first saw Kris summon him for help on the stream, I mistook him (and summon dynamics in general) for one of those random-generated NPCs; some videogames do that! So at first I neglected him, in fact I was a little negative, and so it stayed until Val was the one to open my eyes on the fact that summons are unique and real characters...

Impression now: He is absolutely adorable, he looks like a sage but also like a male grandma (don't confuse with a grandpa xD), he is extremely interesting because without dialogue, he tells quite a story with his equipment and summon areas! Just... just peak performance of nonverbal storytelling, like Henriett. I currently do see him as sort of a 'dad' figure for other scholars, since my age headcanons for him moved a bit further, when I used to think of him as the same age as Mico, Laurence and Caryll back then. But like, he is COOL, you know? Both clearly very intelligent AND can kick asses of literal gods. x)

Favorite moment: When he arrives to "help" us with Rom after we died already HAHAHAHAHA! Thanks for help, asshole!!!

Idea for a story: His dives in the Isz dungeons sound like a plan! With other Tomb Prospectors! Especially Gremia - another summon in that area! Many people have been noticing that Gremia fights especially aggressively and doesn't step away and heals all that much, and he is also the only summon that can sprint. Paired with the fact that he doesn't have Loch Shield, which WAS given to Isz Prospectors.... Well, perhaps he doesn't value his safety at ALL. Damian, on the other hand, has a shield, a long range weapon, a healing bell, and three long range attack tools. They are opposites, doing the same job! I think it'd make a cool slice of life fanfic - Damian and Gremia being a fun (dys)functional duo of explorers, just deeply resenting each other but also saving each others' asses by balancing one another out!

Unpopular opinion: He is still alive when we summon him, he is in Byrgenwerth and grew hostile with his friend Julie/Yurie, he did not die and we just summon his spirit ;-; Please I just KNOW it, Damian is ALIVE in the game' events ;-;

Favorite relationship: I love him and Micolash so much <3 If only Edgar x Micolash did not take the spot of my OTP, that'd be Damian and Micolash <3 But Damian to Micolash is what Julie is to Rom, or what Brador is to Laurence, for that matter. Except, unlike other two "sidekicks", Damian would be the more reasonable one to detract, seeing they can't help their loved person out of spiralling insanity... But they were close for a long while, and I am dwelling on that period, a lot.

Favorite headcanon: I actually stealeded it from Saintmic and it is mine now: Damian was sort of biology professor, whose research and knowledge came up very handy to study phantasms and other weird creatures Byrgenwerth found. And he had a vivarium full of creatures, that Rom loved to find more abominations for xd It is an interpretation mistake of Damian being late for the battle because of a glitch since Henryk and Madaras Twin do that too, but I started to think 'lol he is late for battle because he is afraid of spiders' and it stuck... Sooooo he is not so happy when Rom brings him cool giant spider she found xD

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Thank you for the ask!! Really unusual characters this time

[orienteddreamerrr]

Cal is ENROLLED at MY College, Littlerock Technical School!

(Using a fake College name for security reasons! Again!)

(Sequel to my first Reality Imagine!)

(What IF I meet Cal Kestis again, but this time we’re older and we’re in college!)

(Just made this last year…wanting to share it of course!)

(KINDA LONG!)

Rating: G for…LOTS OF FLUFF!

I was dreading for this day to arrive. Apparently, for one of my classes, I am forced to go to campus to take this Biology survey of some kind. Even though doing it at home seemed more appropriate, my professor can be very annoying sometimes. I already have my ID badge with me as I step out of the car. I close the door, waving bye to my dad as I watch him drive off. I vaguely remember what my professor had told us in the email she sent a few days ago. I think we had to go to room 143 in building K. I wasn’t counting on it but I pushed all that aside as I marched my way to the front doors of the main campus building. In the main lobby sit two women, having the jobs of being receptionists. I go up, smiling shyly as one of the women notices me and smile back. “Hi! How can I help you?”, I boomeranged the same greeting. “Do you know where room 143 is?”, I see the woman point to the doors behind me. “That is at building D…across the way from here…”, “Thank you…”, “You’re welcome!”, I left out of there, making my way to the building of building D. Along the way, I see a good amount of people outside, especially in the courtyard that I just walked by. I enter the building seeing the room numbers start in the 130s. I walk up these stairs and come upon room numbers that start in the 140s. I walk just a little further to come upon room 143! I enter the room, seeing my fellow classmates and familiar faces I only seen on screen waiting around. Just as I took a seat, the professor walks, greeting everyone with her smile. “Hi everyone! Good morning! I know this may seems out of context for a lot of you, but I would just like to see personally on how your results are on the Biology survey…so please, follow me…”, Everyone gets up at the same time as I take a look to the see the professor leave the room.

We follow her to the computer lab, with people taking their seats. I took my seat, seeing a log in screen displayed on the monitor. Thank goodness I packed my password book with me! “Okay, now, I want everyone to log on and log into our class website, and we’ll go from there…”, I hear everyone type away on their computers as I type away on mines.

*TIMESKIP*

After what seemed like forever, I had finally took that Biology survey! The professor told us this was the only time we would be called to campus. Everything else is back online. I am just exiting the building, walking down this pathway when I notice a familiar guy sitting at this table by himself. Red-gingery hair, lean muscular body, casual dressing. That can’t be. I walk over, each step feeling heavier than the last. Just as I gotten near, the guy swiftly turns around, like as if he was expecting me. He smiles a smug smile. “Stalking’s rude…”, My eyes widen, not believing at who I was looking at. It was Cal Kestis—from Golden Serria High School. “Cal? Is that you?”, I had to asl, still not knowing if it was him or not. The beard he’s currently growing was throwing me off. Cal’s smile widens as he stands to his feet to face me. “Yeah…hey Lauryn!”, Not sure how or why, but I felt butterflies when he said my name. “Wha-what are you doing h-here?”, I stuttered slightly, seeing Cal was taking in amusement of how surprised I was being here right now.

“You know me, just doing college stuff…you?”, I nod in response, gesturing out my arms. “I’m doing college stuff too…I’m actually chasing a degree that deals with office stuff…”, Cal raises his brows slightly. “Really! Huh…well, hopefully you get your degree…I’m rooting for you…”, I smile, feeling shy as I look to the ground for a moment before looking back at him. “Thanks…are you by chance chasing anything?”, Cal rubs his neck in a nervous manner as he sits back down on the bench of the table. “Just a certificate in Welding…it’s nothin’ special…”, “Cool! You’ll be done in no time…”, Cal looks up to me, smiling widely. “Heh…yeah…true that…are you about to leave?”, I look behind to see some people from my class were walking to the special parking deck Littlerock Technical School had built recently. “I mean…kinda…I’m about to call my parents actually for them to come pick me up…my dad to be exact…”, Cal stands up from the table, grabbing a hold of his bag laying near his feet.

“Well, I can take you home…if you want me to…”, Now I feel my heart start to race. Take me? Home? In a car? My parents will freak the second that they hear I’m coming home in a stranger’s car! Not that Cal’s a stranger. I look to him, scrunching my eyebrows at him. “What, you drive or something?”, Cal takes out his keys from inside his bag, jiggling them in front of me. I can’t help but smile faintly. “Hmm—can you show me…?”, “Sure, follow me…”, Cal starts to walk on ahead, with me following after him, all the way to the parking deck. He takes out his ID card as I take out mine as well to show the guard lady as she had let us through. Cal takes hold of his keys, pressing on this button to make his car unlock, with the car making a beeping sound. I stand in front of it, noticing it was a black Jeep crossroad mix. I stand there to watch Cal open the door to toss his bag inside. He quickly closes it as he comes up to me, seeing I was in a trance. He helps by knocking me out of it, nudging my arm, with my face feeling like it’s on fire.

“You gonna call your parents or what?”, “Oh! Yeah! That! Sorry…”, I quickly take out my phone, calling my mom to see if she would pick up. A few rings in my ear and she does. After the mildly irritating conversation I had with her, she becomes forthright and allows me to come home in a “familiar friend’s” car. And of course, she tells me this will be only a one-time thing. I hang up and shove my phone back into my pocket, turning around to face Cal, who had a worried look on his face the whole time. “So? What did she say?”, “She said it’s okay!”, “Alright! Let’s go…”, Cal goes to the driver’s side, hopping in as I follow after, into the passenger’s side. Just as he starts the engine, my heart starts to race a little again. I look over to Cal, who was so seemingly calm. I haven’t seen Cal in YEARS, and this is how he repays me—by taking me home. During the drive, I couldn’t take my eyes off his new haircut. “I see you trimmed your head a little…”, I see Cal stopped at this red light we came upon as he quickly combs through his hair. “Do you like it?”, “Of course! Yeah! It suits you!”, I couldn’t help but laugh at my own answer as Cal laughs along with me.

Going down the highway, I was keeping my eyes glued for the exit. At the halfway point, that’s when I noticed it. “Here! Turn here!”, Cal nods to me, making the turn. I glance around to see I was right for making that turn as I could see the side shops and the mall just down the road. I directed him a few more times until I noticed we were getting close to my home. Just pulling up and into the driveway, Cal takes out this piece of paper and hands it to me. “Here’s my number—so we’ll keep in touch…”, I calmly take it from him, trying to refrain myself from screaming. “Thanks…I’ll uh…try to text you when I can…”, Cal smiles as he exists the car, walks over to my side, and opens the door for me like a gentleman would. I step out, not helping myself as I hug on him around his neck. He was stiff for a moment, ut he was able to hug me back, around my middle. I release myself from him, smiling to him as I feel warmer than usual in my cheeks as Cal smiles back. He gets back into his Jeep mix, waving goodbye one last time as I watch him pull away and drive off, hoping I cross paths with him again. Someday!

The End!

As usual, leave a like if you did...❤️

[acefms]

if you’re hearing CAN YOU FEEL MY HEART? by BRING ME THE HORIZON playing, you have to know LANDON DUNN (HE/HIM; MALE) is near by! the 33 year old MECHANIC has been in denver for, like, TWO MONTHS. they’re known to be quite REACTIVE, but being ADAPTABLE seems to balance that out. or maybe it’s the fact that they resemble LOGAN LERMAN. personally, i’d love to know more about them seeing as how they’ve got those UNSAID APOLOGIES SCRIBBLED ON NAPKINS, ALWAYS FEELING OUT OF PLACE, CLENCHED FISTS AND MUGSHOTS, DRIVING FAST TOWARDS A DEAD-END vibes. and maybe i’ll get my chance if i hang out around the MONTBELLO DISTRICT long enough!

NAME: landon dunn

AGE: thirty-three

HOMETOWN: southside chicago

BIRTHDAY: november 15th

ZODIAC: scorpio

GENDER: male he/him

SEXUALITY: bisexual

RELATIONSHIP STATUS: single

OCCUPATION: mechanic

[ tw: assault, drugs, criminal activity, prison time, suicide.]

• Landon grew up in a rundown neighbourhood in southside Chicago. His parents were never married and had split before he was of an age he could even remember. He has one sister, three years his younger. Landon remained living with his mother until he was fifteen and she got a new boyfriend who Landon couldn’t stand.

• Up until this point he had been a pretty good kid, with good grades and a promising future. But when he moved in with his dad, things changed. His father was a well-known big-time drug dealer, and it wasn’t long before Landon started working for him. It started off simple, being a driver when his dad went to collect unpaid debts. But soon he started selling for him too— mostly just weed and cocaine, but occasionally something stronger. Quickly, life began to get a little more chaotic. And his grades began to slip.

• Freshly eighteen and weeks away from graduating (barley), Landon discovered bruises on his younger sister, and soon discovered that his step-dad was the culprit. Filled with rage, Landon confronted the other and the night ended with Landon being hauled into the back of a police car. The severity of his actions resulted in him being incarcerated for a 56 month period for aggravated battery. Sadly, this wouldn’t be the last time.

• With no formal high school education, he saw no other option than to continue working for his father. This continued up until the age of 25, when he was again arrested, this time for class A d**g possession ( he was holding it for his father. ). During his stint in prison he did all that he could to build on his skill, and upon leaving he found work as a mechanic though on the side took on some jobs as a getaway driver to earn as much money as he could to start over. This however only lasted a few months, before he decided he wanted away from crime altogether. It had never been his intended path in the first place.

• At the age of 32, he’d be arrested one final time, due to a bar fight that he unexpectedly got caught up in and blamed for due to his previous record. He only got released two months ago and is determined to keep himself away from trouble, but when it runs in your blood it’s not always easy. He’s moved to Denver to live with his cousin in hopes of finally having that fesh start. He can only hope it will go the way he’s planned.

HEADCANNONS

• Landon’s first sentence was 54 months, his second was 4 years of which he only ended up serving 3 for good behaviour. His third was only 6 months. Landon by no means had it easy in prison, but he also had a certain level of protection due to his father being known (though for the most part he kept to himself.) Nothing too bad happened to him, a few fights here and there the first time around but that was the extent of it. However one thing that has always stuck with him from his second stint was coming back to his cell to find that his cell-mate had managed to unalive himself. This still haunts him.

• drinks and smokes but despite previously selling them, he’s never touched a drug a day in his life. he’s never really had any desire to. he definitely has a lot of regret about selling, but will just insist it was their choice to take it.

• he also doesn’t enjoy fighting. he doesn’t actively seek it out, he’s just easily triggered by assholes. and he does get a thrill out of giving someone a taste of their own medicine.

• discovered a love for reading during his stints in prison.

• sadly he doesn’t speak to his mother anymore. he would like to, but she chose to stand by her husband. his sister seems to be doing well for herself and they’re in constant contact. he’s still as protective over her as he ever was, and despite the way his life turned out he would do the same thing if he had the opportunity to go back.

• is still close with his father, though feels it’s best to keep his distance as he is still heavily linked to the criminal world and landon is aware that it’s not good for him to be in the same proximity.

• landon is a very skilled driver. it’s a natural skill for him, always has been. he can very easily get out of sticky situations if driving is involved.

• it takes a lot for him to be loyal to someone, but once he is he is loyal to a fault. once he decides to have your back, he’s got it forever (even if he insists he doesn’t.)

• more tba.

WANTED CONNECTIONS

His sister — I’ll eventually get around to putting this as a wc on the main. But this is by far the most important relationship in his life, and her thriving makes it all worth it to him.

His cousin — Also his roommate. The person hoping to help keep him on the straight and narrow. Also maybe his best friend even though he will not admit that.

Reoccurring fling — Self explanatory and a lot we could do with it.

anything tbh!!

[cheemken]

So Knight, would anyone in any of the Leagues try to leave their position as Gym Leader/Elite Four/Island Kahunas/Trial Captains, after they found out about the Battle of Unova? Either out of fear of potentially being apart of a war, or just not wanting to work for someone who helped (*tried to?) take over Unova

I imagine some of the Champions being angry or even violent if someone actually tried to leave. It would probably be someone from the Kanto, Jhoto, or Galar League as they already had suspicions that Lance and Leon weren’t the greatest of people, and the battle was the last hint that they needed to truly be sure

Not related to my question, but I love the idea of Iris being Diantha’s successor. If we’re going with the bad ending then there is nothing that can stop Diantha from corrupting Iris’ mind. But g o d do I love this concept. Because like you said, Diantha looked at Iris and saw herself in her, and now she thinks she’s doing the world a favour by teaching Iris to be a “hero” just like herself. Diantha thinks she raising Iris just like her mom did for her, but she’s so delusional at this point that she can’t see how she’s passing down her trauma to Iris

You ever watch ATLA? In the scene where Azula was given the title of Fire Lord, and she thought her dad was stepping down as ruler. But then Ozai tells her that he made a new title, one above the title of Fire Lord called the Phoenix King, where he will rule over all nations. I imagine something similar with Iris and Diantha. Where Iris is given the title of Kalos Champion, and she has authority over both lands that belong to the Kalos League/Government. But Diantha created a new title above that of Champion, where she has complete control over every single region and their leagues/government

(*I’m not sure which direction we’re going with the story, do the Unova kids win, does Diantha win? Or a different direction you’d rather?)

Ngl, I think other than the Indigo League and the Galar League not trusting their Champions anymore, the Paldea League would probs also dip the fuck outta there. Like they already don't like Geeta that much, and they know how loyal their Champion is to Diantha so ofc that's gon set em off and make em think that Geeta might use them as pawns as well, they know how she battles, she sacrifices five of her pkmn before letting her strongest Mon in the field, who's to say she won't do that w them too

But damn tho right it's a cool mental image ncmdnd hahaha idk stuff much abt ATLA tbh, but I am familiar w some of the scenes and such, like the popular scenes, so at least I know that hahaha

That's cool tho ncmxnx like Iris having that kinda power, but Diantha is still, and always will be, above her. That no matter what, Diantha really doesn't see her as an equal, despite her claims that she does. And it's the fact that Iris knows she can't do shit anymore, Kalos is her new home, but despite being its Champion, she fucking knows one wrong move and Diantha will have her executed. But it'd also be fun if Drasna and Iris meets and Drasna tells her how Diantha shouldn't even be like that™. Drasna telling Iris of Diantha's past, and Iris finding out why Dia is like that, but then she hears stories of young Diantha who only wanted to be a hero, who has the sky in her eyes shining brightly with such a hope that it was blinding, how she only wanted to help the people in need, to be seen as a hero of Kalos. But, that didn't happen ofc. Iris asked why. Why didn't Diantha become an actual hero? And that broke Drasna, "because I wasn't there when she needed me the most.. I had so much hope, so much faith, in a child who I knew needed guidance. I think we all did.."

And for Iris it's all adding up yknow, that Diantha could've been a much better person if she just had someone there to really guide her in her life, to actually tell her what's right and what's wrong, but no one ever did that, not even Drasna. Diantha never faced any consequences, even until at this point, while yes the people fear her now, but she always did say fear is easier to control than defiance. And she's now in control of everything.

That's fucking terrifying tho cause at any given moment, Diantha could legit just end the fucking world hahah like that's scary man if you think abt it having to bow down to someone who you know isn't in the right mind anymore and anyone could be pulling the final trigger and they wouldn't know shit until it's too late, like that'd fuck up anyone

Anyways w the ending bits, I always imagine the Unova kids winning w the power of friendship, bc when I wrote those concepts of Diantha coming back to Kalos, she lost that battle w the Unova kids, and it really took a toll on her mentally and physically, as she also got hit by Kyurem's attacks, ofc she was almost bleeding to death when she got back home. But it's also cool to think that one of the E4 or the Leaders actually got through Geeta, and made her see just what Diantha has become, made her see how she's going to die if she doesn't stop. And that's probs a wake up call for Geeta really, that her bestfriend is gonna die if she continues, and she doesn't want that.

And just bcmxnx ough idk fucking imagine tho like Diantha so heavily wounded and so are the Unova kids, but they look at least a bit better than her, bc they had each other to protect, Diantha had no one. And just cnxmnx Geeta getting in between them as Diantha was trying to get Yveltal or even GiraCynthia to attack, only for Geeta to block her view of the Unova kids.

"what do you think you're doing? Step aside."

And for once in their lives, Geeta didn't listen to her. "That's enough, Diantha."

God that fucked Diantha up, Geeta almost never calls her by her full name, always her lil nicknames, their endearments, Geeta never used that voice w her and it made her feel a lot of things she didn't want to feel atm. "Geeta, step aside. Please.." and god she sounded so desperate, she doesn't wanna hurt her. And just chmdndn Geeta sounded to stern and disappointed and it messed her up even more.

"Diantha, please, that's enough. Look at you, you're hurt." Then she walks towards Dia, and Dia was on edge, her grip on a pokeball was tight, almost as if she could break it. And Geeta just takes her hands gently, and wipes off the blood on her face, "that's enough, Dia.. you lost.. and.. a hero keeps their words, don't they?"

And man Dia was conflicted af now too, cause for one she refuses to lose, how could she even lose to a bunch of trainers that are below her?? How did they even beat her??? And then.. then she looks at Geeta, ever so loyal, but.. but now she's looking at Geeta's dark blue eyes, like the sea, it was so easy to get lost in them, and then smth in her kinda snapped, she screamed, frustrated, and she shoved Geeta off her, "Gardevoir!" She called out, and they all thought she'd attack Geeta, only for her Gardevoir to teleport her and her team away from all of them. But Geeta knows where she is.

Geeta turns slightly to the Unova kids, "I'll make sure nothing like this happens again. Worry not, I'll be there with her." Then she calls back all her pkmn, leaving the league to search for Diantha.

But also did word really go out tho idk, but I always imagined it as smth only the Unova League and the Champions know abt, bc ofc, despite Iris and Hilbert winning, they know what the others, Diantha especially, are capable of, and if Drayden was anything to go by, then they know they aren't lying when they say they could just kill them and make it look like a natural death or an accident. I do wanna say that maybe,, like really just maybe, some of the Unovan people know, the bw2 kids probs, Ingo and Emmet too, and probs even the professors, but the rest of Unova doesn't

Idk that's how I always imagined it to be, bc as much as the Unova League wants others to know, they also know how risky it fucking was considering that for one, Diantha has the Pokémon version of Death and the Devil on her side, even tho they won this round who's to say Diantha would just give up, and if Geeta can get through her too and actually pacify her enough to give up Yveltal and start anew

[fanficwriter284]

Ah yes.........something written

Saturday, September 8th, a crisp morning for the newly last named Charles Lee Ray. The last thing he wanted to he was leave his bed. The feeling of warmth providing a sense of comfort that he’d mostly been neglected for the duration of his young life. As he began to feel his consciousness slip into slumber once more he was yanked from his tranquil mindset hearing the calls of his father. Not wanting to anger the man he quickly kicked off the covers and hurried down. He skipped pass brew Al fast which at this rate became the current norm. He never ate in the mornings anymore. Now thinking about it he didn’t eat much of anything anymore. The boy felt his face sulk, catching his fathers eye. He swallowed the lump in his throat trying to maintain his composure. Charles desperate to break the unsettling tension locked eyes with his brother Carolus. Lukas Ray dismissed the boy and turned to the direction of the back yard, motioning for the two to follow. The two reluctantly obeyed curious as to why their father had called upon them. And the more shocking realization that the man was sober, or he appeared to be at least.

Once they stepped into the outside world, they watched their father pull out a medium sized jet black case. With clasps keeping the sealed box shut.

“What is that?”

Charles could only shrug his shoulders watching with immense curiosity. Both boys felt their pupils dilate seeing two revolvers now in their fathers hands. The man extended his hands out towards the boys forcing the firearms into their shaky grasps. The boys simply looked at each other confused.

“Dad?”

Before the young Ray could get a response, his dad was off to the side holding two cages with rabbits inside, both munching on sticks of celery. Unknowing of what was to come next.

“Shoot them”

They could feel their eyes expand hearing their father give the command. Charles backed away shaking his head, horrified.

"I---I can't"

The boy regretted opening his mouth to speak, his father's glare had only reinforced the feeling.

"Man the fuck up Charles and Do it"

"......"

Charles couldn't move, the rabbit was so innocent, he couldn't....he couldn't pull trigger.

"CAROLUS, Don't disappoint me like your brother and shoot the damn thing"

"....But--"

"Do it"

Carolus gave a saddened look to his brother conveying his remorse and fired, hearing the blast ring in his ear drums.

"See Charles...This is why Carolus is my favorite...He does what I ask of him. You one the other hand are an embarrassment"

"...."

"Dad...please d--."

"NOW SHOOT IT"

"....I----I can't"

The silenced that followed was nerve racking. No one spoke, all that could be heard were the breaths of Charles waiting for something to happen.

The boy could only yelp, feeling his father yank him by the hair, feeling the pulled part sting, with each follicle being irritated as if on fire. Carolus could only watch in horror. He tried to assist his brother but was knocked backward onto his rear from the brute force of his father. Charles was forced to sit, as he watched his father grab a pair of clippers and cut his sons hair. Nicking the boys scalp whenever he could.

...

Carolus sat in his twins room anxiously waiting for Charles. He heard every sound each passing minute. Every scream and cry. He heard all of it. And he did nothing. He hated himself....for doing nothning....only baring witness to the carnage his father did to his only brother. His mind was pulled back into reality when Charles entered the room...limping.

"CHARLES"

The poor boy nearly fell into his twins' arms too weak to stand any longer.

"H--Hey C--Caro"

Carolus did his best to stead his brother seeing him on his bed, allowing the boy time off his feet.

"I'm sorry for what happened today"

".....It wasn't your fault Caro.....don't apologize"

"B---But"

"Don't, you're not the one who should be sorry"

"...Then....Then how about we run away? Never come back here...yeah...that would work..."

"And where would we go?"

"I---I don't know Any from here....that's for sure"

"We wouldn't survive out there Caro, don't be stupid"

"Well at least I'm trying to think of something.....I---I hate seeing....all the awful things he's done to you...."

"....Caro....we'll be ok"

"You don't know that"

"....Caro....I'll protect us ok? I won't let anything happen to you...ok?"

"Ok"

[lindsaywesker]

Good morning! I hope you slept well and feel rested? Currently sitting at my desk, in my study, attired only in my blue towelling robe, enjoying my first cuppa of the day. Welcome to the working week although, for those of you in the NHS, welcome to just another day!

Many thanks to everyone that listened to the show on Saturday afternoon, and many thanks to those that will listen to it on Mixcloud. Next week, The Letter J (Part Three). Executive Producer: Bud Bissell, who has done a great job!

I can’t stop thinking about King Charles not paying any inheritance tax. When our parents pass away, we have to deal with the grief and the funeral, and then most people get absolutely clobbered by the tax man! It is the very definition of sticking the knife in and twisting it.

When talking about Coolio’s death last week, someone reminded me that since, 2020, the number of hip hop artists passing away has been staggering: DMX (50), Biz Markie (57), Black Rob (52), Shock G (Digital Underground) (57), Prince Markie D (The Fat Boys) (52), Gift Of Gab (Blackalicious) (50), Kangol Kid (UTFO) (55), Malik B (47) + Hub (The Roots) (62) and now Coolio (59).

Whenever I retweet anything that Diane Abbott posts on Twitter, the vicious racism that follows the comment makes my stomach turn and makes me very angry. And, having retweeted something that Vanessa Feltz tweeted, I was shocked to see how unpleasant some people can be. Having a dig at her for no reason at all! Our parents used to say, “If you can’t say something nice, don’t say anything at all!” The internet has killed that piece of wisdom stone dead! The internet allows the bored and unhappy to scratch and snipe at whoever they like. They literally pop up when they’ve got something unpleasant to say!

The last time I DJ’d on Tottenham High Road, we had such a good time, Theresa Tee Mills has booked me to DJ at both her son and her daughter’s birthday parties (December 17th and January 21st, respectively.) I don’t even think she gave her kids the option, she just went ahead and booked me! Anyway, they’re not private affairs so, if you’re anywhere near The Bricklayers Arms on December 17th, please pop in! It’s Tottenham High Road, innit, so you can expect lots of boogie, two-step, rare groove, reggae and lover’s. If you raved on Tottenham High Road in the eighties, you know what to expect!

Healthwise, I would say I’m at 85%. They say that cellulitis lingers and I can testify to that. My mum said my dad had it and I’m just going to have to live with it! Can’t complain. There are people living with worse conditions than me! I saw a mate in Sainsbury’s on Sunday. I asked him how he was. He said one word, “Seasonal” and I knew exactly what he meant. When the temperature drops, we start to get things: sneezes, coughs, aches, pains, fatigue and, of course, seasonal affective disorder (SAD). Unless, of course, you have long covid, then you have all of that and bag of chips! What? Did you think covid had gone away? This is something that some people are living with!

Have a marvellous and momentous Monday. I love you all.

[monkey-network]

Why Bluey IS the Best

Bluey has become one of my favorite shows of all time. It's another series that took a while for me to see not only why I never got into it, but it's actually so revered overall. No joke, it's something that many reports have it as one of the most watched online. It even proved that Australia is an actual place. Now, I can see why. It's actually so much better than most little tyke programming, surprising me with how novel it is and how much heart makes this series such a wonder. So that's what we're finally doing now. Let's do it...

The definitive thing about Bluey is that it's a preschool series that doesn't dumb things down. That is a low bar in fairness ever since Peppa Pig but it goes higher. It isn't just modest, but...uplifting. This is especially in part with Chili and Bandit, Bluey's parents, whom are the best in this series. Bluey takes a step up from Rugrats where the adults can be just as involved in the episode as the kids. If not more, you really feel the familial synergy between the titular child and her family. They're not made to be a perfect, conflict free family but whether you're a kid or parent you kinda want what they have. As ideal of a reality as it can be, the kids and adults feel like the most well-rounded kids and adults. The show doesn't feel like a mouthpiece, but a slice of life series the creators wanted to tell.

With surprisingly more adult humor than expected

Speaking of the kids and adults, the characters are amazing. Bluey and Bingo feel like kids you could've been good friends; always imaginative, always coming up with new games to play. They have their childish or bratty moments, but it never feels like they go too far. Bluey being selfish or stuck in her own ways with things can be repetitive, it's spaced out at least and it makes some sense given that you probably was that way as a kid; that euphoria of having things your way after it's worked plenty before. That is in part by the kids's Mum and Dad who somehow have the best energy in the whole world because I don't know how they can keep up with their shenanigans every other day. I love it, the parents being the most engaged with their games while setting limits, but I don't know how I could keep up if I was in their shoes, Bandit's shoes especially. I love their voice acting, Chili's one of the sweetest mom in all of cartoons and Bandit having the true Aussie range. (Fact they keep the children VAs off the credits is kinda clever) Then again, no character alive can come close...to the righteous omnipotent power... of the Flamingo Queen.

The Most Based and Schlop-pilled In The Universe

All of this culminates in a beautiful show with wonderful music. The theme song is an eternal bop, and I love the wide array of instrumental that reminds me of Rayman Origins with its chill vibes. I love that there are big moments, entire episodes where there's no dialogue and you get to take in the actions and lovably warm vibes. It all just feels good with it being a show I say anyone will enjoy.

"Sleepytime" I say is the most recommended episode & if you disagree, you're either a soulless robot or a LIAR

Bluey works so well. Episodes are only seven or so minutes, making them a breeze to enjoy. I did start from season 3 but the previous seasons can be as great . It's a series that already grows into its own and gets better over time. They make the most of being musical, colorful, emotional with a charm I haven't seen before. Plus, it's a show about doggos. D O G G O S !! That is the cherry on this rich, flavorful sundae. Don't know what else to say...

It's The Best.

[simplyotometrash]

Hey so I stumbled across your blog and hooolly shit is your stuff g o o d-

I do have a request though! It’s a headcannon I don’t see often and it kinda sucks- But if I may ask for your head cannons on the brothers (+Diavolo and Barbatos) reacting to top surgery scars? As a trans guy these kinds of headcannons are always the most comforting to me and I’d love to see what you come up with!

Thanks in advance! -🐉💜

As someone who actively wants top surgery, I have no idea how I never wrote this sooner! I feel like I poorly explain things in this because I always end up projecting how I'd explain shit onto the MC when I'm writing oops-

I did exclude Barbatos because I ran out of steam and honestly struggle to write him as is.

I've been in a bit of a shitty headspace lately, so I'm trying to write what I can.

Brothers + Diavolo x Trans Reader

Genre: Fluff

Warnings: Explanation of gender dysphoria, mentions of surgery

MC With Top Surgery Scars

Lucifer:

This is going to be a pretty common reaction, but he was curious as to why you had scars in the first place.

His first thought was that you had been hurt in some way, so he asked you outright about them.

"I'm transgender. I was born female but that's never been who I am. I never felt like a woman. I knew I was a man. I had surgery to help me have a body that feels more mine."

You weren't sure if Lucifer understood you at first but he simply nodded.

"You're still you. I've never once thought of you as anything but a man before. I'm glad to have learned something new as well."

You rubbed your neck sheepishly as he sat down with you.

He wanted to learn more and asked you how comfortable you would be educating him about this further.

Lucifer only cares about being respectful to you and to anyone else. He's a centuries-old demon/fallen angel and very much like a dad at times, but he catches on quickly.

Mammon:

Mammon doesn't even notice your scars at first, to be perfectly honest.

He was busy admiring how attractive you were oops.

Then he notices something that's just a bit different than his own chest and he gets curious.

"MC, what's with the scars on yer chest?"

You laugh at how long it took for him to even notice the scars. It was cute how he overlooked them because he was caught up staring at you in awe.

"I'm transgender, female to male, and I had a surgery that gave me a flat chest. It makes me feel more comfortable in my body. That's really all there is to it."

You could practically see the light bulb go on in his head when he understood what you were talking about.

"Well, I'm glad ya have a body that ya feel more comfortable in! I think that's important!"

His words made you smile and you gave him a tight hug. You loved how he just accepted it without a second thought. It meant the world to be accepted by the one you loved most.

Leviathan:

He wasn't staring at your chest when you were changing shirts, he swears! He just...uh...was looking in your general direction!

Poor Levi panicked because he looked over while you were changing in his room and didn't catch himself staring before you did.

It did make you feel a bit shy but it was because he was staring in adoration. He wasn't sure how he had gotten lucky.

But he did take note of the scars on your chest.

"Did something happen? I, uh, saw the scars. Humans usually have surgery when something's wrong, don't you?"

You sat down next to him and shrugged a bit.

"Nothing happened, so to speak. In a way, you aren't totally wrong. Something was wrong. The body I was born with didn't correlate to my gender. I had surgery so that I could take steps towards having a body I am more myself in."

Levi nodded as you explained. He went on to ask more questions, wanting to know more so he could understand you even better.

He really just wants to understand. He supports you no matter what. You're you, his Henry, and that's all that really matters to him.

Satan:

He's so well-read on things from all three realms, I don't doubt he's read about human gender and sexuality before.

So he wasn't really as confused when he saw your top surgery scars as the others were. He was more thinking about what he had read previously.

"I want to make sure, MC, but he and him are your preferred pronouns, correct? I saw your scars."

You were happy to hear him double-checking with you. It really meant a lot. It was a far cry different than how you got treated by other humans.

"Yeah, I'm a man. I had top surgery a couple of years ago, it's really helped my dysphoria a ton."

The two of you went on to have a very in-depth conversation on gender and sexuality. You taught him more about different sexualities and gender identities, going in-depth about the gender binary and those identities outside of it.

You saw him taking notes in a little journal, too. He wanted to make sure he had all of that information down for later reference.

Asmodeus:

Being demons and former angels, I don't think any of these guys have thought about human sexuality or gender identity. Sexualities just...never were a thing to them.

They didn't really have too many terms for these things because they never needed them. Asmo knew he liked people regardless of their gender.

I personally view Asmodeus as gender-fluid but preferring he/him pronouns.

Asmo's always viewed you as a man and seeing your scars didn't even make him think twice.

"MC, darling, could I ask you about your scars? I've learned a few things about human sexuality and gender, and was wondering if your scars were related to that."

You flopped onto his bed next to him and nodded.

"Yeah, I'm transgender. I had surgery to have a body that fits me and who I am. Some people have surgery, whether it be top, bottom, or both, as a big goal and others don't. Top surgery was a goal for me and it's really helped me feel more confident and comfortable in my body."

He went on to ask more about gender specifically, as I stated above I think he's gender-fluid. He didn't have a word for it until you told him and explained it to him.

Beelzebub:

You had accompanied him to the gym to work out and he noticed in the locker room that you had scars on your chest.

Now, Beel knows there is a time and place for everything. He's not stupid like some people seem to think he is. He pays attention.

He made a mental note to talk to you about it when you guys got home.

And so he did.

"I saw those scars on your chest when we were in the gym locker room. What're they from?"

He seemed so genuinely concerned and you couldn't help but smile. He was always thinking of you and your health above all else.

"I had something called top surgery a couple of years ago. I'm transgender and I wanted a body that was more me."

He nodded in understanding as you continued to explain things to him.

This was very clearly important to you meaning it was now important to Beel, too. If it mattered to you, it mattered to him. He would learn from you so he could properly support you.

Belphegor:

He happened to see your chest one day when you were getting changed into your pajamas with him laying on your bed.

He really didn't mean to look. Usually, he doesn't even open his eyes just to respect your privacy.

You got into your bed with him and got settled in for cuddle time, your head on his chest when he figured he would go ahead and ask.

"I saw you have scars on your chest. What did you do?"

It was hard not to laugh at the phrasing.

What did you do? You wanted to jokingly answer that you cut your breasts off yourself but figured it would be better to approach the topic seriously from the start.

"Remember how I said I am transgender? That while I was born in a female body, I'm actually a man? Well, I had a lot of body issues because my body didn't match my gender."

"It's not the same for every trans person, some of us don't have dysphoria and some do. I did. Top surgery helped me out a lot, but it isn't the goal for every trans individual."

He hummed in response and kissed the top of your head gently.

"I see. You'll have to tell me more about this stuff in the morning. I'm pretty curious now."

Diavolo:

He had invited you over to swim in his pool! He rarely ever had anyone to swim with and it was going to be so much fun!

That was how he noticed the scars on your chest.

He actually didn't see them until after you guys were done swimming and you were just laying by the pool for a bit.

He put his drink down, a smoothie courtesy of Barbatos, so he could talk to you about it.

Dia was just genuinely curious. He didn't know a lot about human things and his upbringing was incredibly sheltered.

"Say, MC, what are those scars on your chest for? I hope it's not invasive or offensive for me to ask you that."

You set down your own smoothie and sat up before you gave him an answer.

"I'm transgender, female to male. I didn't feel very...myself when I had developed breasts. I had surgery to remove them."

He ah'd in understanding and sat in thought for a moment or two. You could practically hear the wheels in his head turning. Once he got curious there was little to do to stop him.

So you began explaining human gender identities to him. You went as in-depth as you could so that you left no stone unturned.

[happilyelectronicstarfish]

Starting life in Hawkins

Premise - After the tragic death of your mom, you and your dad are forced to move to make ends meet. With Hawkins being your new home, knowing no one isn't always a bad thing. You don't know who you might meet.

Pairing - Eddie Munson x (f) reader

Warnings - eighteen+ content, mention of drugs, strong language.

Word Count - 800+

Chapter 1

After the death of my mom, my dad lost his job and the bank took back our family home. After this the only place we could afford to live was a town called Hawkins in a trailer park. 

I tried my best to comfort my dad but the grief was taking a hold of him and I spent a lot of time on my own in a mold ridden, leaky trailer. 

Every day my dad would do overtime at the local plant, keeping himself as busy as he could so he was not overcome by darkness. I couldn’t blame him, he had lost the love of his life.

When he wasn’t working he was drowning his sorrows at the local bar. 

To keep myself occupied during the summer, I started working at a gas station. It was the dullest thing I had done in my life. I wanted to be outside exploring or just anywhere else to be perfectly honest. 

The gas station had its regular customers but they were creatures of habit. Only ever coming in on certain days of the week, otherwise it was like a morgue. So quiet you could hear a pin drop.

Most days I would just be sitting behind the desk, headphones on, listening to old mixtapes on my walkman. 

On what I thought was going to be a normal Saturday, the last Saturday before I was due to start my new high school for the start of the school year, a van skidded to a halt. I recognised the van, it was from a few trailers down from mine. The music was so loud, I could see the windows of the van shaking. The ignition was turned off and a guy jumped out. He was tall with long, shaggy dark curly hair. He wore tight skin black jeans, white high top reeboks, a denim jacket and from what I could see a white top with a devil on.

He oozed coolness. I was in awe of him. He looked so confident and so sure of himself. Walking across the forecourt with a slight spring in his step.  

Oh shit, did he just catch me staring at him with my mouth open? A smile spread across his face as he entered the store. I quickly made it look like I was yawning and pretended to shuffle some papers around to make myself look busy. 

Out of the corner of my eye I watched as he browsed the aisles. Did he keep looking up at me? Nah, couldn’t be, must be my imagination. 

He slowly swaggered over to the counter. My palms got really sweaty. I had never felt like this about someone, let alone a stranger. 

“Afternoon sweetheart, I’ll take these slim jims and a pack of marlboro reds.” I blushed and turned to the cigarette wall to grab them. I scrunch my face up and told myself to breath and just chill. 

When I turned back around, his grin had gotten bigger, his elbows rested on the counter, with his chin on his hand and he was staring with his big brown doe eyes, straight into my soul. We just stood and stared at each other for what seemed like an eternity. “Good music taste” he said finally breaking the silence. My walkman was still playing and the sound was traveling out of my headphones around my neck. “Is that Black Sabbath? The Mob Rules?” he asks. 

“Err yeah, you know it?” He laughs, stands up straight and starts singing at the top of his lungs. I start giggling “so you do know it then. My mom used to love them”

“Used to?” He questions.

“Err, yeah, she passed suddenly last year..” I trail off. Way to bring down a mood. 

He looks at me with compassion but also like he had been through similar sadness. “Fucking great taste in music she had then. Obviously you take after her.”

I read his shirt - Hellfire. “So Hellfire, is that you band?” 

“Oh no sweetcheeks, I’m the dungeon master in the Hellfire Club. We are the official D&D club at Hawkins High. My band is called Corroded Coffins. We play every Tuesday at The Hideout. You should come along sometime.” His grin gets even bigger, I could tell he had a passion for his band.

He winked, placed his money on the counter and turned to leave. “I’m Eddie by the way. Its been a pleasure.” He gave a slight bow as he made his exit.

I shout after him, “Yeah, see you around”.

I watch as he gets into his van, start up the engine and winds down the window. He fiddles around with his stereo. All of a sudden a wave of music can be heard. Black Sabbath. I start to laugh to myself. Eddie hangs out of the window singing his heart out again, looks at me, winks and drives off. 

From that moment, I knew I was in trouble. I had a massive crush on a boy I had only just met. Were we ever going to see each other again?

**NEXT CHAPTER HAS BEEN POSTED**

[frenchrebelfries]

Fury’s Daughter

AN: Idk wth I just wrote... I just got this idea so yeah... Happy Reading!

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You are the adoptive daughter of Nick Fury, when you were 5 he adopt you when your parents died on a plane crash that was cause by Hydra, your parents and Nick were good friends that’s why he took you in.

You were a smart kid, always analyzing things, Fury told everything to you and never lie. To protect your identity Nick made you a new one as you volunteer to be an agent of Hydra to gain information and was branded by the organization. You did dangerous mission and always getting out alive.

You were then sent back to and joined the Avengers initiative but the avengers were suspicious of you as you came out of nowhere, no files, no nothing but a name and Fury’s trust.

No one knew who you are to protect your identity in recon so the avengers treated you coldly but you didn’t care, you didn’t tell it to your father about the situation you are in because you were train to adapt and you did. You were kind to them and all as you and Natasha got closer… like really close. Out of all Natasha Romanoff is the one you have trusted the most.

.

.

You got out from the elevator after a short report you did to Nick about the information you got for the Winter Soldier when you heard the laughing of the team as they sat in the living room with pizza on the table as they talked and laugh at each other.

The laughter halted when they all noticed you and silence came… you knew you were never welcome her but your father trust them so you really had no choice but to put up with it, sensing their discomfort you just gave them a nod greeting them.

“Good evening Avengers” no one answered as you expected and left and went to your room, you heard a light foot steps following you and a hand holding your wrist and seeing a familiar red head you have fallen with for the past few weeks.

“Hey Y/N, I’m sorry about the boys you know how hard headed they are” she sincerely apologized to you as you gave her a soft smile

“it’s ok Natasha, I know they still don’t fully trust me and I understand why, so it’s cool” you replied to her as she looked at you suspiciously searching your face for any lies but you being good at hiding your emotion she immediately gave up when she didn’t find one.

“So… Movie night?” she asked cheekily at you as your brows furrows

“what about the others?” you asked her as she started pulling you towards her room as she shrugged

“they can take care of themselves, come on!”

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One day when you were alone practicing in the gym at 6 am of the morning you accidentally took off your clothes leaving you in your sports bra forgetting that Steve Rogers is always awake at that time and saw your Hydra mark on your chest and thought of you as an enemy and told the team as they planned to eliminate you on the next mission.

To eliminate the Hydra scum.

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“can I get a hand over here?” you heard Clint said in the coms as you took down the last guy from your floor inside a hydra base that you’ve been recon last week

“I’m coming on your way” you answered running to Clint’s direction knowing the base like the palm of your hands as you shot a Hydra soldier who was sneaking behind him

“Thanks” you nodded at him you continue your pursuit taking down agents as you skillfully glide yourself on the battle field.

The battle had stop when Clint finished the last guy as Steve and Natasha immerge from the control room with a case on hand.

They must have gotten the information

“Mission complete, how’s the perimeter Tony?” Captain said on the coms as you get close to Natasha scanning her for any injuries and sighted in relieve when you found none.

“Perimeter is clear as the sky Steve were ready to go home” you smiled at the thought of home… Fury promised you a dinner with Maria and Coulson when you get back since things have been busy these couple of week and you were really excited about it since it’s going to be your first dinner with them again since you got back from recon.

“time for phase 2 then, Romanoff” you frowned at Steve’s word

Phase 2? You never heard about it when at the briefing

You were still in confusion when Steve called Natasha and you felt a searing pain by your side

You wiped your head to your side seeing a knife… a knife you gifted to Natasha lunge by your side.

You looked at her eyes full of betrayal and so as Clint and Steve who was in there with you.

“Phase 2 complete, were leaving, now die you Hydra scum” Steve said voice full of spite hearing a ‘good job’ from Tony and a ‘let’s go’ from Clint as you fall down on your knees looking at their retreating figure leaving you.

The last one you saw was the red headed assassin taking one last look at you as they close the door as your whole body fall down on the cold ground.

You shakily grabbed your phone dialing your father’s number as he answered rather cheerful

“Y/N why are you calling me? Is your mission done?” you heard your dad’s voice making you tear up a bit

“D-dad…”

“get your ass here kid Maria and Coulson just arrived here and im about to finish cooking these turkey”

“c-can I have a rain check on the dinner dad… I kinda messed up…” your voice was now shaking and you are feeling colder than usual the blade may have a poison as you felt a burn and getting light headed faster than normal.

Fury must have sense that there is something wrong by the way your voice sounded

“Y/N what happened? Are you ok?” you can hear his voice full of worry as you heard Maria and Coulson from the background asking what’s wrong.

“I-I think I was the p-phase 2 of S-Steve’s plan dad… it’s really g-getting cold here ya know” blood tricked on the ground from your wound

Your vision darken as flashes of memories filled your eyes.

You can hear the shuffles from the other line saying they are tracking my call and will be sending medical help

“I’m s-scared d-dad… I still d-don’t wanna go” you cried,

“Help is on the way Y/N keep holding on I’m here for you kid” you can hear the shakiness of your father’s voice, you kept trying to keep your eyes open and now seeing dark spots forming.

“T-thanks for everything dad… tell Maria and Coulson I love them…” your voice was barely audible hearing their cried for you to wake up.

“Keep your eyes open for me kid… please”

“I-I think a need a nap… l-love you dad” and you were gone.

They kept calling for you but you never answered back.

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Fury along with Maria and Coulson with a medical team arrived at the base eyes redden because of crying as they found you on the cold ground with your phone by your side and a stab.

Fury cradle you like a baby as the medic announced your death with Maria and Coulson crying by the side.

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“Did you check the monitors?” Fury’s cold voice echoed in a quinjet as your cold body layed beside him with your head on his lap stroking the hair that is covering your face.

“you’re not gonna like it boss…” Maria said with blood shot eyes as she played the video of Steve ordering the Phase 2 and Natasha Romanoff stabbing you as they left you.

“call them up at SHIELD… they would pay for what they did to her” Nick ordered as Coulson took his phone out to call them.

Nick glanced at you as he swiped some blood by your mouth hugging your corpse closer to him.

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They avenger’s arrived at SHIELD seeing Fury holding Y/N’s hand as she lay dead on the table with Maria and Coulson by the back holding back their anger.

“what is this Fury?” Steve stepped out in confusion to why they got the body of Y/N

“What is the phase 2 Captain” Nick’s voice was colder than usual

“… to eliminate the Hydra-“ Steve answered as the other’s stayed silent

“and who is the Hydra?”

 “Y/n…”

 Then there’s silence, the team were uncomfortable with the silence but Steve was getting impatient with all of it.

“Look I don’t know what is your point here but you should thank us for killing the mole here Fury”

Fury looked at them as Coulson held Maria who was about to attack Steve as Fury spoke…

   “I see no dead mole here Rogers… all I see is my dead daughter”

  The team’s eyes widen as they froze from there spot

“W-what?” Bruce asked

“Y/N Fury... is my daughter who you called a Hydra scum”

“B-but she had the brand-“

“She had the brand because she was undercover inside Hydra that gave her the mark to extract information for your missions that is saving billions!” Fury angrily shouted making them all flinch.

All of it dawned to them as Natasha fall into her knees realizing she killed a hero… she killed her friend who trusted her… she killed the person who loved her…

“I pulled her out of the recon to keep her safe knowing her all her covers were blown, I put her into your team so she can be protected thinking after all those years of being away we can have a normal dinner like she wanted for years, I trusted my daughter in your hand yet you are the one who killed her…”

Fury stood up tears streaming down on his face

“Avenger Initiative’s termination is effective immediately, all of you would be put in maximum security prison for killing Y/N Fury” Agents entered taking their weapons and cuffing them

 “Nick… I’m sorry” Steve’s voice filled with regret rang out as Fury looked at him coldly throwing a file on the ground in front of him as the content spilled revealing pictures of the Winter Soldier.

 “Y/N wanted to give you this information from the last recon she was put in to, James “Bucky” Barnes is alive and now known as the Winter Soldier who is working for Hydra and has killed thousands”

Steve’s face was full of shock knowing his best friend Bucky is alive…

“Nick-“

“I’m sorry to cap…” Fury cut him off and coldly apologies to Steve who is now confuse to why as everyone in the room looked at them in silence.

 “you took someone dear away from me… and now I’m taking yours, Good Bye Avengers and thank you for your service” before Steve and others could react they were all tranquilized knocking them out cold and only waking up in a glass cell with Ross smirking at them as they sat there in silence thinking the things that they have done for you.

“welcome to your new life Avengers…in prison!” and a loud laugh erupted from Ross as he walked out as ex-heroes gazes followed his exit.