#ive got alot of angst

[sweeneydino]

Son and Dad.

And then raph comes in to give him a hug.

[beiibeiii]

"baby." she's got to be crazy

short arlecchino angst-ish hcs bc ive had alot on my mind lately and im sleepy (wlw)

art - tehettenandayo on twt

every morning she tries to leave the house as early as possible to avoid you. somedays, she leaves before the sun even rises. she most certainly makes a lot of effort in trying to get away from you. call her selfish, she doesn't really care. she doesn't want to bother making one extra serving of coffee or breakfast. you can always make it yourself.

arlecchino would take her wedding ring off and pockets it when she's at work as the 4th fatui harbinger. she doesn't want people to think she's gone weak. not letting people know she's taken by you. she only wears the wedding ring when she's around you so you don't question her.

she fucking hates physical touch and stupid cheesy 'lover' things. she feel sick just at the thought of someone else's arms all over her. she hates it when she has to call you "baby" or "my dear". especially in public, she just sort of half mumbles the pet names quietly. she wouldn't want people to hear her say such sappy shit. it isn't like you don't already have a name anyways.

i cant see her ever responding to your text messages properly, like she has so much better things to do. she leaves you on sent or read most the times. occasionally hitting you with the "👍" if shes being nice. probably ghosts u alot lol. you have tried to confront her about it. she just tells you she doesn't have time.

same goes for when you call her. whether if it is a emergency or not, you'd get sent straight to voicemail. she doesn't check those either.

she dislikes it alot when you try to post photos of you two on social media. she just doesn't want to be seen with you. not only that, the captions you put in are way too 'cutesy' for her style. she has a reputation to hold after all.

arlecchino probably doesn't have high libido at all. she's rarely ever in the mood. whenever you do ask her, she just tells you she's busy with something else. you feel embarrassed for even building up the courage at all. that was the last time you openly talked about having sex together.

whenever you two somehow end up fucking, arlecchino always has her mind elsewhere. more worried about how much banging noises the headboard is making or how much of a bother it is to change the bed sheets after. there is no aftercare too. the most you'd probably get is a "you did well." afterwards, you'd succumb to exhaustion and fall asleep. only to find yourself alone that next morning.

[dovveri]

since we’ve lost 3 major others to plagiarism…

do you have any recs for other authors? who’re your faves? i itch to read but i dont know where to go from here 💔

REEEALLL thankfully there seems to be a resurgence in writers but some of the ogs are still around lets see 😋

@miinatozakiii ofc my darling altho shes in her nwjns phase rn she still has lots of twice works to get thru

@neoplatinum wife is making a cb perhaps soon but most incred sana fics that are tattooed permanently in my brain

@cry4mina smut machine w lots of wips that im vvvvv keen for they have one of the sexiest brains in twiceland tumblr

@nr1chaedickrider resident dark / angst writer who just released new sana fic that im vvvvvvv excited to read and from the reviews… maybe cry about

@ghostykapi i have a secret crush on them i think theyre so cool and i love their works

@momotorin baddieee my samo bestie their works are crack to me

@httpsyeons OBSSESSSSEDDDDD i love dee and i think theyre such a talented writer and they put out sm work so quickly

@momoswifee this one a blog to look out for theyre still baby but they got big plans and im sat for them

@myouicieloz theyre 10th member od au has me in shambles theyre so talented its insane

@raainberry the most incredible beautifully written long fics (i love long fics) rain is someone i look up to alot

@miusana who used to be @idlesana and is making a comeback i was a massive fan of idlesana when i was a reader and im so excited that theyre back

@seoltzuki i swear i feel like theyve been around foreveeerrrr and thats bcs theyre fics are just so consistent and amazing

@lesbiankimdahyun mmmmm fics so good i eat so well but make sure u adhere to their warning post! theyre v strict on ageless etc blogs!!

@ot9snumber1 she hasnt been as active but theyre my pookie bear they have such a cool brain i love their fics and creativity

ive probably forgotten people but i just woke up and i should still be asleep so my brain is not functioning right 🤞 hope at least one of these writers is new to u and u find something u enjoy!!

[d0g0r0t]

Happy birthday Toby <3

In honor of Toby's birthday I'mma put all the things ive wrote about this man cause you not. And all in order cuz I h8 myself ig

When Toby got Institutionalized

When Toby got Institutionalized Pt2

When Toby got Institutionalized Pt3

Dating Toby Hcs

The Final Girl x Toby

Toby Fluff Hcs

Toby Angst Hcs

Toby x Motherly Lover

Dad Toby x Pregnant Reader

Meeting Toby for the First Time

Comforting Toby after Outbursts

Toby x Gyaru Reader

Toby x Chubby Reader

NSFW

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Toby x Caring Reader

Yandera Toby

Toby NSFW Hcs

Toby x Virgin Reader

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Art by Tasteless_case

Hi guys :) I'm so sorry I haven't been posting or online but I've been doing alot of stuff and the school year is coming to an end and I'm getting my shit together. But once I get things figured I promise I'll be posting and doing ur guys requests <3

[pinkandlilacroses]

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Angel - Paige bueckers

part 3

• summary {when an unsuspecting girl falls for the basketball star}

• warnings {drug use, angst}

• comment if you would like to be added to the taglist

bella’s pov

“ok you can go now” she says, emotionless

“oh”

“i mean, no offence but i have a girl coming soon, so you cant be here” she says laying on her back, breaking our eye contact

i don’t respond and put my clothes back on. this is fucked

“have a nice night”

i haven’t cried this much in months, walking through the halls, ugly crying.

‘paige’ has been blocked by ‘bella’

“bella whats wrong” avery says, empathetically

“i hate her, i hate her so much” i cry, barley being able to choke the words out

i look at avery after my response and i have never seen her that angry, there could fully be steam coming from her ears.

“please dont talk to her, please dont hurt her, please avery, please” i cry out, begging the infuriated girl

“why not bella, she deserves it” she yells

my tears dont stop and i feel like they will never stop pouring.

“tell me what she did”

i begin the tell her the events of tonight and her anger only grows.

“that fucking bitch” is all she can say in response

“but i blocked her, and im literally never gonna speak to her again” i say, trying to make a positive point, to counteract this negative situation

“you are never gonna speak to her again”

“im gonna go off to bed”

i feel broken, i got used. i wanted my first time with a girl to be meaningful, i know i like girls and i wanted to prove to myself that having sex with girls wasn’t wrong, but i feel wrong, i feel gross. i cant believe i would let myself be that vulnerable with someone i barley know. ive never been the one to have one night stands and ive only ever had sex with someone ive been in a relationship with.

i take my valium, something i swore to never use again after getting addicted, but its the only thing that works.

“hey, how are you feeling” avery ask’s, genuinely. i’ve never seen her be this gentle before

“wheres my weed”

“bella no”

“shut up avery”

i walk to the kitchen and unlock one of the drawers, and i see the stash. thank god

i know i shouldn’t smoke as a coping mechanism, but its the only thing that works, every time something bad happens to me, i turn to smoking

after going through 3 joints, im barley able to talk or stand up. perfect

knock

ugh

knock

fuck off

knock

“who is it” i say, it barley even sounded like words

“its azzi, is avery here”

who the fuck is azzi

“avery theres a bitch here for you” i say taking another drag

“oh my god! hey azzi” avery says, excitedly, why the fuck is she acting like that

“why are you so fucking happy” i ask, knowing full well how rude i sound

“this is azzi, shes in my psychology class and we have gotten pretty close” avery says, grabbing azzi and sitting next to me on the couch

“yo dont sit on my shit” i say, mad

“your bella right?” azzi says, happily. i hate happy people

“yeah”

“yeah avery’s told me alot about you” she says

“cool” i reply, dryly

“azzis on the basketball team” avery says, my eyes widen

“of course she is” i say, sarcastically. i hate basketball

“yeah, have you been to any games” she questioned, attempting to continue this boring conversation

“nah, i dont watch basketball”

“oh well you should sometime, avery keeps saying how she wants to go to a game” azzi says, looking at avery who begins giggling. sus

“bella your probably friends with some people on the team” avery says

“you wanna hit” i offer to azzi

“nah, i dont smoke”

“boring” i say, bluntly

“do you guys mind if some of my friends come over” azzi says

“no, no, thats perfectly fine” avery says, looking at azzi. basically eye fucking her

“who” i ask

“ice, kk, aubrey, nika and ashlee” she lists

fuck my life. im to high to care

“yeah whatever” i say, lazily

“ok perfect, ill tell them to come” azzi says, excitedly

“are you sure” avery whispers to me, being nice. for once

“i dont give a fuck, its fine” i say taking a drag

im so high. god damn

10 minutes later all of azzis friends turn up, why are they all so tall. what the fuck

avery introduces herself to them and points them to our couch

“hey im kk, your bella right” kk asks

“yeah im bella”

“hey im ice”

“hey im nika”

“hey im ashlee”

“hey im aubrey”

to many people to remember

until

“oh paige came to, i hope you dont mind” azzi says to us, mostly avery

avery says nothing, myself included

“hi paige” avery says, extremely cold

“come sit guys” azzi says, breaking the silence. i wish i wasn’t so high cause i wanna go to my room

everyone sits on the couch, paige sitting the furthest away from me. funny. not funny. not laughing

conversation begins and everyone is involved. everyone but me, ugh i’m so uncomfortable

paige keeps looking at me, and yes i’m noticing because i’m looking at her to.

paige’s pov

fuck. why do i keep looking at her.

she blocked me last night so obviously shes mad about my actions last night, its just a hookup, nothing more.

its not that deep

“i’m going to bed” bella says, slurring and barely able to stand up. i didn’t know she smoked that much, i guess i don’t know anything about her. but i don’t care.

“paige are you ready to go” kk and ice say to me

“yeah, aubrey, nika, azzi, u ready to go”

“yeah lets go”

“actually im gonna stay” azzi says. sus

“buy guys” is said in unison

azzis pov

“ugh finally” avery says, while smashing her lips onto mine

A/N: im being active rn lolll. how do we like avery and azzi

[nordidia]

May I request some pain, Raph flavored

Pretty pleaseeeee

i hope i dont sound angry writing this, but please dont send/ask me stuff like this! i've gotten a lot of similar asks like this and this is scary for me but i need to set a boundary!

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i dont like making "angst" or sad things, i dont make non-happy content for the sake of inflicting pain, and i dont like people assuming/thinking i do! i make it for meaningful emotional impact, i dont want people to tell me how much they like that i "put raph through pain" or assume im appealing to people who like doing that .. it makes me very sad!

i dont make "angst" to purely hurt characters, im making fanart of a character with emotional depth, and to explore the character's reaction to serious matters, and to let people know that theyre not alone, and that struggling can look like many things

some of the most motivating things ive been told by people who like my comics is that it's helped them (and their therapist sometimes!) figure out what was up with them, because i write a lot of things such as ptsd and anxiety and general mental pain to look different than the media portrays. because there really is alot of forms mental issues can take, and not all of them get portrayed, which leaves real people wondering "whats wrong with me" when its right there, just different form!

i think the closest i'll get to making it "just because" is vent art, but that too has meaning. and i will specify when its vent art for that very reason. to say "this isnt necessarily me exploring anything, or canonical, its to make myself feel less alone, and hopefully, the people seeing this as well"

and thats why i make the content i do, its not because i enjoy putting characters i like through bad things,,, in fact, i often hesitate/regret posting because i feel bad about the things i create for the sake of this. but i try to look past it because it can genuinely help a lot of people, and it does help myself too.

i think that assuming i make emotional stuff just for the sake of pain takes away from that.. i try very hard to not over-do sad stuff and i often cut down on it because i dont want to overwhelm people with it, and to prove that i only do the necessities for the sake of healing from the things i put emphasis on

any of the pain i "put them through" is my take on what they've canonically been through, and exploring their reaction and way to deal with the aftermath of that. nothing more,,, nothing less.

ugly things are still worth talking about, especially for the sake of healing growth

this got alot i hope i made sense uhh yeah!! yeah.,, apolocheese!!

TL;DR: i personally make pain for the necessity of healing, not because i think its fun

and now back to our regularly scheduled program

[titan-senpai]

The Pearl of my life

A/N; Since i'm taking a break of Neteyam i figured it was time to give Ao’nung more love <33 Okay no Angst this time , might make this into a mini series tho- ( I have an headcanon that if a na'vi asks a navi to be their mate they go on one knee kinda like proposing..and alot more buy yall are going to see it obvi loll) Maybe a few spelling mistakes loll

Ao’nung x Metkayina F pregnant reader

~ Y/N a Quiet girl who didnt like drama and avoided any drama and guy who asked for her hand… How did she end up with the Olo’eyktans son? You ask me lolll.

Years ago Ao’nung noticed a girl sitting by the water while his group laughed and played with a group of Kids.. That girl stood out. A lot of people knew her as the odd quiet one, But they did notice her beauty and so did a lot of young warriors.. but she rejected every one she came by.. till she finally faced Ao’nung years later… At age 15 they connected like soulmates even though Y/N didn't like to talk a lot to strangers. Surprisingly she was talkative and nice. She was just shy with new people.. but soon with the help of Ao’nung she started talking more.

years later Ao’nung asked for Y/N hand to be her mate..She said yes in a heartbeat… at 19~ let’s see how the lovely young couple is doing.

~Year 2174.. 

“Will You be my mate?” He asked Going down on one knee, holding her hand on his forehead, Closing his eyes, waiting for an Answer. “Oh.. Nung.. Yes..” Moving her hand to cup his face.

As he stood up Putting their foreheads together “Always..” Y/N smiled as tears fled down her cheeks.

The news broke through the clans even through some neighboring clans, “You sure you want him??” Lo’ak Laughed about it “Shush child I’m happy to have another daughter” Ronal patted Lo’ak on his shoulders ``it will be your turn soon” Y/N smiled Pointing at Tsireya and Lo’ak as they both blushed in union. “Who knows in the future but let’s focus on you two now shall we.” Tonowari said glaring at Lo’ak with a protective father look.

~A month later Ronal Convinced her son to mate with Y/N tonight.. The moon was perfect, everything was calculated by her and tonight was it. you were going to be his.. and he was going to be yours

Like the Omatcaya have the tree of voices the metkayina have a Cave of Voices, covered in Colorful corals and crystals, symbols on the inside of the cave with some glowing crystals.. as you made the bond for the first time everything felt new and it felt out of this world.. that was the night when 2 souls danced as 1 for the first time..

~9 Months passed quickly now holding a Baby navi boy that you just gave birth to 10 mins ago

ronal said hello to her first Grandson.. "He looks exacly like ao'nung when i had him.." She smiled waving her finger around so that he would hold her finger in his tiny hands " He is pretty cute, let's just hope he wont end up having his personality.." I smiled as she laughed at my comment "I'm sure he wont" as she stood up from the bed "I'll let him in now goodluck." She smiled opening the door "You can go see her now" before she could say anything Aonung flew by his mother to see his child. "Shush dont make so much noise." i placed a finger over my lips shushing him. as he gulpted and sat down next to me. "Meet your father.." I handed him over to Ao'nung helping him hold the baby.. " Hello there son, Ive been waiting for you for a while now.. cant believe how strong your mother is.." he said smiling as he played with him. soon the rest followed Tsireya,Tonowari, Roxto, and the sully's oh and aonung's now 4/5 year old baby brother Zani't ( Random name)

everyone said hello and had some time with the precious baby, but soon everyone left and it was just the 2 of you or should i say 3 of you "You got a name yet? " I smiled looking down at the baby peacefully sleeping in my arms "Ao'nung Jr?" He joked " I wil not call our child ao'nung Jr, No way " I slapped him on his neck "Ow-owh okay okay how about..Käioe?" "Käioe? I like it." i smiled as he kissed my cheek "Käioe it is"

"Our little family was finally starting..."

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[bebackthen]

ROLEPLAY ADD || little nightmares, adventure time, ninjago

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im still looking for roleplay partners, preferably long term please. ive got worldbuilding and headcanons and plot ideas for all three fandoms and other things if that'll help. i can write three discord messages per reply if you like longer rps, but if youd prefer shorter rps i can do that as well (though i probably will write more anyway!)

i do adventure time, object shows, and little nightmares!! i can do alternate timelines, AU's and OC's (of which i have for all three fandoms!)

ive got alot of ninjago stuff i can talk about in pms if anyones interested, for ninjago i main garmadon but i can also play kai, cole, pixal, nya, and arin.

for object shows ive got plenty of ocs, or i can do canon characters from (ONE, TNM, ITFT, or AB) most of the characters can be negotiated and talked about in pms.

for adventure time i main iceking (and simon), and can do AU's and AT's and have plenty of AUs and alternate timelines! and headcanons

i like angst roleplays, slice of life, and probably more that i cant think of. i have been roleplaying for years so im willing to communicate with my rp partner and figure something out that we both enjoy !! currently i really want to roleplay with either the adventure time, little nightmares, or ninjago fandoms (though object shows are always welcome!) triggers and stuff can be discussed in pms.

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to give this post some substance beside an rp add here is some little nightmares worldbuilding me and my friend did! all locations are either from the games, comics, or podcast except for: the garden, the warehouse/wrens forest, and the vineyard/the village and the farm. those are some custom places we made for an au/to fill out the world. ^^ and the second map is an up close map for the garden!! i like drawing maps

[midnxght-sweet-time]

Tart thief is so good omg, we need more dom Riddle smut.

Reader gonna be pregnant after all of those cream pies Riddle gave her lmaooooo

Thank youuuusssss qwq im so glad someone gave me a comment on it even if its just one. I wasnt really sure about the quality of the writing cuz to be fair— I was writing it on copium hydroxide for an upcoming test and during english class cuz i had just that alot of free time lmao

Also that– the smut- was pretty much the first time Ive ever written smut honestly. I mean I have written one or two before but they were more or less short scenarios than part of a fic. So I hope they were atleast acceptable ^^

Anyways enuf with how i wrote it- YES we need more dom Riddle. Tbf theres alot of Riddle content honestly but not enough about Riddle going for the 'punish the darling' trope. Cuz lets be honest- we kinda think Riddle is usually more lenient towards a darling unless its a toxic relationship/angsts which I dont mind- :DD

Shameless plug but I am currently working on a Beta!Riddle fic. It wont be smut but I want to explore the concept of bratty little tyrant cuz NO ONE TALKS MUCH ABOUT HIM AND HIS POTENTIAL–

But OH BOI- Riddle may be in the zone now when his still folding you down and driving his cock in your hole but I imagine the aftermath of that scenario is that you gotten so stimulated, you passed out and the moment Riddle found you limp on his table— PANIC- did he go too far? Oh no-

Dw- cuz he will make it up to you by cleaning you up, cuddling with your unconcious body and maybe placing those hot water bags (heater water bags? I forgot what their called-) on your thighs and lower abdomen in hopes that will soothe your arching.

But then the next morning when Riddle is drowsy but also not in a sex drive mode, he realised: oh shit– he may have gotten his darling pregnant. My guy gotta pray to the great sevens he did you on a safe day or a miracle is about to happened. And if you do come back with a positive pregnancy test– PANIC— again cuz this is a way worse problem than some sore thighs

But you two can work things out right? Im sure Crowley would understand you got a little— touchy with your partner and everyone knows how much you like the strawberry boi. If they dont, they do now-

Good thing is, Riddle has you all to himself now :DD and you two can start a family. Riddle can have a child and hope once he graduates he can live with you and love you forever ♡

Just make sure you know to ask for his permission on tarts next time okay? If you want spend the night with him you couldve just asked ;))

[kingwuko]

do you have any angsty wu headcanons regarding his upbringing by hou-ting/his lack of family because ive been thinking alot about wu's life before korra but the show just doesnt dive into it as much😭

oh god I've come up with some angst while I've written windswept it's so sad...

basically my headcanon is that it's just Wu and Hou-Ting. There is no other royal family. Wu's grandpa was Hou-Ting's brother, he had one child who was Wu's parent, and Wu's parents and grandparents died when he was very little, leaving Hou-Ting as his guardian. (I know this goes against some of the dvd commentary where they say there were lots of people in line for the throne that got killed in the aftermath of Hou-Ting's assassination. But I'm basing this headcanon off of the fact that Wu saw Hou-TIng in the swamp vision, which tells me that she was an extremely important figure throughout his life.)

Hou-Ting was a very cruel caregiver. She didn't do a lot of 'raising' Wu, she left that up to nannies, but she was his guardian and if he'd misbehave she would handle his punishment 😭 Wu I think has ADHD and he would have struggled SO MUCH throughout his childhood to keep Hou-Ting from punishing him for things he couldn't really control... She definitely strikes me as the type of person who thinks children should be 'seen and not heard' and Wu was probably very hyperactive, hypertalkative, super impulsive... Eventually he would have squashed all that down as a defense mechanism to protect himself from Hou-Ting's anger but anyone who is neurodivergent will understand how unbelievably exhausting and taxing it is to mask like that 😭 I sort of think that's why he's kind of wild during season four, I think in the years following Hou-Ting's death he gradually felt safer and safer (especially in Mako's presence!) to stop masking quite so much and that's very freeing and can be easy to swing to the other side of the pendulum there...

Ugh and I came up with all these homophobia headcanons and Hou-Ting was for sure AWFUL about it. I think she always knew Wu was gay and was just like. Absolutely not, under no circumstances will I permit that. and was just like. relentlessly homophobic which forced Wu to hide reeeeeal deep in that closet.

I'm making myself sad.

[mcubuckyxlokisbitch]

OUT OF ALL THE TIMELINES

CHPT 3: Interogations and Proclamations

Short Series !

Female Asgardian reader (now avenger) X TVA Loki

Chapter 1: Avengers I need your help (done)

Chapter 2: Interrogations and proclamations (done)

Chapter 3: Even Asgardians have myths (done)

Chapter 4:

Chapter 5: -

Chapter 6: -

Surprise !!!!

Chapter 7: Chapter 8: Chapter 9 Chapter 10:

Warnings: Alot of angst <3, somebody kissed but im not saying who, mentions of blood, injury,

Summary: After your Lokis death and have moved on and joined the Avengers. After the aftermath of Endgame you and the other remaining Avengers all seek shelter in the new Avengers Warehouse Pepper Potts bought as a temporary replacement while the Avengers mansion is being renovated. What happened after a very tired mission. Well, you're speechless, to say the least.

a/n: I added a few more chapters because you know dreams lmao so enjoy this one !! Tell me if yall want smut soon. CuZ ye im feeling a smut scene some time soon.

You walked around the Avengers warehouse and got to the medic bay. The push the doors open, "How are her vitals."

"Well for one thin they don't make any sense."

"Ive been trying to heal her but, I can't get a signature on the dark magic... I need your magic to track it." Wanda says as her hands float above the blonde girl.

"She really does look like Loki its scary.... Like put a blonde wig make her shorter and put some eyelashes boom you got blondie here."

You rolled your eyes as your eyes traveled towards Ivars dark matter dagger. A strong dark force gutted your stomach, you could feel the evil from a mile away. You saw the veins around the stab wound as they turned black and spreaded around her stomach.

The only thing that could kill an Asgardian God. With its rusted blade and messily bandanged handle. Just as the myths say, the dagger was made for Odin the allfather but Ivar and his dagger were defetead and casted away before he could use it on him.

You closed your eyes and took a deep breathe to cast a simple healing spell.

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"Alright, enchantments are more than just casting especially when your doing a healing spell." Loki circled around you. You closed your book as you groaned, bored of slow paced lessons set by the prince.

"A healing spell I think we can do something more challenging than that Loki."

Loki stopped in his steps as he brought out his dagger and striked your leg.

"LOKI... AARGH.... YOU MISBIGOTTEN SON OF A LEPPERS GOAT. YOU DAFT ARSE" YOU SCREAMED AT HIM. He chuckled and tipped your chin to look at him with the bloodied dagger.

"Careful, if we go on legal terms thats treason against the prince and queen..." He grinned. "On more serious terms you need to learn how to cast the spell on yourself, this way casting it on others will come naturally."

You tried to hold the cut on your thigh, blood was seeping out continously as you winced when you tried to move your leg. "How am I to focus when im bleeding to death." the words gritting through your teeth.

"Close your eyes and breathe..." Loki sat behind you whispering to your ear. He placed his hands on yours and led them to your wound. "The spell only works when your calm." You took a deep breath and out as your shaky hand lay above your wound. "Feel the energy from your body, allow it to flow through your to your hands down to your wound."

You did as he said. Your enchantments extended to the wound as the blood started to lessen but the wound didn't close. "Now the difficult part. Closing the wound, you can't just imagine it to close, you know the spell."

You said aloud through your teeth holding in your pain. "Rense helbrede såret." Nothing happened, the blood lessen but the wound was still wide open. You were confused and irritated to say the least.

Loki nudged his nose towards the crook of your neck, sending shivers down your spine. "A spells power is through its whisper, to be a true master you must not only say it but think it."

Relaxing your hands as Loki slithered his to your shoulders, you casted in a whisper focusing on the spell imagining the wound closing and the energy flowing towards your wound. "Rense helbrede såret." your eyes glew orange as your enchantment casted on your leg closed the wound slowly from one end to the other. The stinging pain you felt a few seconds ago was gone. There was no mark no scar where there was once blood and torn muscle. You laughed aloud and jumped up from your seat cheering.

"I- I did it no way, I just casted a healing spell on my first try... Loki you are magnificent." You turned to the man who raised an eye brow. The unimpressed look which gutted you stomach and stopped yur cheering as you felt shameful.

"Are you proud of such a small spell I mastered long before I was 16 years old." You blushed in shame as you brough your head down. Looking away from him, you could still feel him walk closer to you. "Charms are not something you can play aroudn on the side either you take it seriously and master it or I never teach you again. Do you wish to be great or nothing...."

He was now merely inches from your as he pinched your chin and brought him to look towards him, "So tell me little girl..." At this point you could feel your heart about to jump out your heart at any moment.

"Great or nothing." he whispered

"Great..." you mumbled.

"Perfect." he leaned down as he placed your lips on yours.

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"Perfect-

You snap back to reality.

"Perfect, I have the signature of the spell.... You can take the spear out whenever your ready Y/N..." Wanda smiled.

You blanked out as you saw the wound still corrupted but not as bloodied as it was before.

"Careful, won't asgardians burn or disintegrate when you touch the handle or something." Peter stopped your hand.

"It is merely a myth Peter." You held his. "It'll sting slightly but I'll be fine."

"Wow even asgardians have myths. It's like inception a myth in a myth." Ant man said chewing on his chips in the corner of the med bay on a spare bed.

You hold the dagger and it burned your hand the moment you wrapped your hand around it. You winced and pulled back your hand and shook off the heat. Everyone had their eyes on you as you tried again. You wrapped your fingers around the handle, the burning sensation started as you focused on absorbing the heat but it didn't work.

"Teya, your hand it's turning the same colour as the wound." Sam pointed out

Your hand was corrupted. You casted a healing spell on your hand as you held the dagger handle tighter ignoring the warnings from your teamates.

Only one of asgardian strength can pull out the dagger. But anyone who lays in the hand on the dagger, will meet death.

It was a phrase, a warning actually, you remembered like the back of your hand from your favourite tale.

You pulled the dagger out with some force as the wound on the body closed. You dropped the dagger on the ground as you did too.

You were on your knees as your hand turned black and you wrapped your other hand on it trying to heal it. The room felt like it was a million degrees as you felt the darkness travel through your veins.

"Y/N whats going on..." Sam said kneeling down beside you. "FRIDAY RADIO STRANGE FOR AN SOS."

"Yelena, get Thor, Parker make sure Barnes does not know about this make sure they stay with Loki."

"Don't tell James." You whispered to Sam

"Not a chance princess."

"Wanda hows the wound." You looked up in pain.

"Closing in. But old Asgardian magic is complicated, I need time to find a way for it to not spread."

"Sam, I'm fine." you groaned through the pain still trying to cast the healing spell on your arm.

"Ya say that to your black hand. And..... woah." Sam started to let your hand go when your hand to elbow was turning black

"I'm here..." Stephen walked through a portal.

"Her eyes." Sam said concerened as there was no white left in your eyes just pitch black.

You forced yourself to stand up. Your shaking right hand corrupted as you projected your powers towards the dagger on the ground. Focusing the dark energy to leave your body. You groaned as you saw Stephen observe the situation and walk towards your arm.

"Keep focusing project any corrupted magic into the dagger."

Strange got to position and casted a cleansing spell on you. Helping to slip the dark energy off you. You felt your powers slipping away from you as the dark matter did.

When you felt no more corrupted magic you stopped as there was no more magic to give. Your knees felt weak and you tried to walk towards the closest bed but crumble and fell like a new born baby giraffe.

"I got you gurl." Sam caught you before you hit the ground.

"That was very stupid of you..." Strange said as he walked towards the sword glowing red and black. He formed a shield around it as it levitated towards you. "Here this won't get your hand burnt."

"Y/N, your hand. It.... it, that looks like a raisin." Thor winced.

"Thank you Thor, for that obvious comment." your groaned standing up, carrying the bubble with the dagger with your undwounded hand you walked towards the blonde girl. Who seemed to be breathing better as her vitals improved. You took a deep breathe to feel her aura and her health. Which was improving slowly, slower than it must, you looked up towards the body 2 beds down. "Strange what can be evaluated of this mans vitals..."

Strange walked over to the white haired man and hovered over him. Levitating his file to his hands and read through it. "This man is, hm...."

"Check the jacket , TVA ever heard of anything like it." Sam said tossing the jacket towards Strange. Strange looked at the jacket spread wide open hovering infront of him. "Yes the TVA, yes...... I- I actually never heard of them is this made up?"

"Well there goes our backup." Sam groaned plopping himself back on the bed.

"Well there isn't anything we can do. I'll take the dagger back to my room and we'll recon with Loki tomorow... Everyone eat, the food is here get some sleep, meet up first thing tomorow morning 7 am." You said walking out the medbay. "Friday keep an eye on our guest... update us if anything."

"Yes boss." the loud speaker said before the doors closed.

"A bit random but shes can be very attractive when she gets all demanding and stern." Yelena smirked.

----------------------------------------------------

You placed the sphere down on your tv table plopping down on your bed. You winced as your injured hand grazed against the sheets, clenching it with your other hand forcing down another healing spell, nothing, the redness seemed to fade away for a moment but it still looked bad.

There came a sudden knock on the door. "Y/N??" "Go away strange..."

"Actually." Thor opened the door and gave you a sympathetic smile.

"Thor... Hows-

"Your hand, does it hurt- is it corrupted- how are you do you feel well?" Thor rushed over to your side and sat down on your bed. "Let me see maybe I can be of an assistance.'

"If I remembered correctly you failed enchantment and healing lessons set by your own mother." you pulled your hand away.

"I have improved..." Thor said crossing his arms.

"Of course you have." You stood up and walked to your closet to change into something more comfortable.

"I'm sorry..."

"What?"

"I can't go through this again."

"No one is forcing you to be on this assingment. You may return to new asgard and take a break."

"You should be as well."

"Thor the team needs atleast 1 person who knows Loki."

"What if they didn't." Thor said plainly. You turned towards him confused, but you knew where he was getting to. " What if but for one moment we were selfish, what if we were not heroes, mere asgardians who simply needs to be born, live, then die."

"Thor-."

"You were right..." Thor sobbed, tears forming around his eyes. "It's just like Ragnarok all over again." He stared at the ground.

You walk towards Thor and lifted his chin up. "What can I say to the brother who has been my strength for centuries ..." You sighed "I know with Asgard gone, our duties blur with the destinies we thought we could have lived. For once... I really have nothing to say."

"He looks so much like him." Thor laid his head against your stomach. "I couldn't bear myself to get to know him."

You sighed and stroked his hair back. "You need not talk to him unless absolutely necesarry."

"Falling inlove with him... Loving my brother seems to be the one thing I cannot prevent myself from doing." Thor choked out. "Even though I know the outcome I can't help a part of myself to hope."

"Lets eat... you always feel better after we eat. We shouldn't think about this right now." You brought Thor up. As he leaned forward and embraced you.

"I miss him."

"Me too."

"It's been hard..."

"I know." You sniffled as you stopped the moment and stared out your window. You looked up to him. "Shall we join the others for dinner? "

"We shall." he smiled down as you placed a soft kiss on his cheek.

[sirwow]

RD Arts dump (alot of doodles and an au iv been working on in the bg under the cut)

n now the au which has been named the Cards au! its kinda hard to explain at the moment without writing an essay but the TLDR of it is its 5 years into the future, Rhythm Doctor never happened and everyone is having the rough time. Centered around now instead shenanigans happening at a secret bar, its got alot of stories in one to tell (and angst, YIPPIE-)

[dckweed]

hello babes, ive been working hard on plotting this series for weeks now and im quite happy to be posting the first part! Now look, im normally a tom cruise gal okay? And I went into TGM totally expecting to have my usual Tom moments like I do with any of his movies (im looking at you Top Gun, Days of Thunder, and the outsiders) but i..i had my fair share of moments over every character okay? And currently, my fixations are Bob and Hangman.

Hence, my baby Sugar Sweet was born at the moment i have this plotted for five parts, but it could definitely be extended. Please comment below and let me know if you'd like to be added to a TGM tag list ! Reblogs are always appreciated and feel free to send in some requests !

summary: hangmans very existence annoys you, he thinks you're adorably easy to frustrate. maverick knows your situation and knows you need a roommate. when he says he knows a guy named jake, you don't expect him to bring hangman to your doorstep. but can you really afford to turn him away?

warnings: mentions of death, glen powell himself is a warning because just mm he's so mouthwatering, mentions of body/weight, roommate!jake, cursing, angst? no fluff yet, no smut yet. this is fairly slow burn. reader is mostly referenced to as SUGAR..

word count: 3,519.

SUGAR SWEET, jake "hangman" seresin.

Looking back on it, Jake had never really been sure what he actually liked in a woman, every woman he'd ever slept with was usually somewhat tall and usually pretty thin, most had smaller breasts and tight little asses, and for most of his sexual adult life, that's just what he assumed his type was. Though, when he got to thinking about it, none of these girls had ever given him the feeling that his friends talked about when they were with their significant others, hell he had even asked his brother during his wedding reception how he knew that his sister in law was the one and all he had said was "i just knew". God, looking back on it now, Jake had thought that was the dumbest thing he'd ever heard. His brother had gone on to explain that he just had this feeling with his wife, one that he had never felt before with anyone else (and like Jake, his brother had seen his fair share of women). Jake thought that that was absurd too. 

Well, until you came along that is..

Jake was a gym rat through and through. He spent alot of his down time at the gym, he loved watching the way his muscles worked and grew the more that he did, the longer that he did it, and he loved finding new ways to challenge his body.. So, when their top secret detachment was finished and the Top Gun leaders requested the dagger squad to stick around for a while as a more permanent group, he knew that the gym at the base just wasn't going to cut it for him anymore, and before he bothered looking for a more permanent place to live, he sought out the best gym in town. The one that just so happened to be your place of work. 

You weren't necessarily the normal person you'd find in the gym, sure there were thick girls in here, but they were girls that were thick in all the right places, with tight abs. You? You were on the opposite end of the spectrum. You were short, and curvier than a country back road, of which got you plenty of male attention sure enough when you were in your teens and were smaller than what you were now, but stress and constant working had taken its toll on you and your previous work out regiment, because of course you weren't an absolute stranger to working out. At twenty five you now had a bit of a pudgy stomach, and you swore your hair was already turning gray from the stress of your life but your little brother constantly reassured you that you were just insane, something you desperately adored about him, though you would never tell him that he was the main cause of your stress. 

Needless to say, you weren't what most people expected to see when they first walked into the Iron Side gym, and you certainly weren't what Jake was expecting when he walked in the morning after buying his membership, gym bag slung over his shoulder. He looked like a God wrapped in sunshine, was your first thought when the bells above the door tinkled, before you recognized who he was and rolled your eyes. 

You'd seen him around before, when you caught the late evening shift a few nights a week at the hard deck, he was always the most noticeable one in the group of pilots he hung with, but how could he not be? Always so loud and obnoxious..God, what was it his friends called it? Badman? Bagdude? Ba.. "Bagman, isn't it?" You say, finally landing on a name you had heard thrown around towards him once or twice. 

He raises his eyebrows, pushing his sunglasses up onto the top of his head. "..fancy meeting you here, sugar.." He says, fishing for your name, he knew it somewhere in the back of his brain, had heard Bob or maybe it was Rooster call you by it a few different times. He'd only seen you a handful of times, enough to know you only worked the bar a couple nights a week, if that, and definitely enough to know that he hadn't ever expected you to be at the gym, let alone, his gym. 

"It's Y/N," You say, irritated as he sends you a flirty smirk. You roll your eyes as he fondles for his membership card on his key ring, holding the orange and black plastic card up to the scanner. It beeps once before he walks away, tossing you a look over his shoulder as he heads towards the locker room. 

"Well, Y/N, the names Hangman." He winks at you, and you roll your eyes, plopping back down into your desk chair. You didn't have times for guys like him, and the games they brought with them. You'd had your fair share of them too. 

It isn't hard to ignore him, the gym isn't too busy but you have phone calls to focus on, reminding patrons that their memberships are coming due again, though that doesn't stop you from noticing him a few times, your eyes catching once or twice on the way the muscles in his back moved as he worked at the cable machine, the lat pull downs really doing what they were supposed to..

You must've been staring for longer than you realized, mind drifting off in a daze because before you know it, there's a chin dropping on your shoulder and strands of curly hair whispering at your face. "Whatcha lookin' at?" The familiar voice asks, you let out a small screech jumping in your seat before relaxing, your hand going to the side of the boys face to give an affectionate pat to his cheek. "Jesus, Y/N, jumpy much?" He chuckles, pulling back from you. 

"You scared the shit out of me Kai!" You half yell, standing to your feet to fully look at him. He ducks as you bring a hand up to swat at him, and backs away with a shit eating grin. You notice a dark forming bruise in his hairline as he does and you narrow your eyes at him. "What the fuck is that?" You ask, grabbing his chin in your hand and turning his head to the side. The bruise is large, and goes down towards his ear, like someone had boxed him real good. "Kai Alexander did you get into another fucking fight?" 

He pushes your hand away, eyes flitting around the gym. You look around too, rolling your eyes when you notice Hangman looking your way, your voice probably prompting him to pause his workout. 

"It was an accident okay? I promise, im fine.." He says, voice more hushed now. You notice he's wearing a black hoodie with the gyms logo on it, and a pair of shorts. He had come to work out, you figured you could at least let him and save the interrogating for at home. 

You sigh, hands on your hips. "Alright, fine..go get your training in.." He kisses the top of your head before heading off towards the same area Hangman was in, you watch as they talk to each other for a brief moment, Hangman looking back over at you with pursed lips before going back to whatever he was doing. 

"An accident my fucking ass.." You mutter, sinking down into your chair again with a groan, your brother really was the cause of most of your stress. 

The rest of your day drags on, and by mid afternoon you're more than grateful for the second receptionist and floor manager to make his arrival. "It's been pretty slow, but there's supposed to be a few group training sessions tonight.." You say, grabbing your purse and water bottle and motioning for your brother to head towards your car. He had been hanging around cleaning some of the equipment for you while you worked, stressful as he may be, he was still always helpful to you in that kind of way. 

The drive home is quiet and you both sigh when the front door of your small house closes behind you, a stack of over due bills clutched tightly in your hands. You were in need of a roommate, something you'd desperately been trying to find for the past month or so, someone who could help pay rent and utilities, because even with two jobs you just weren't cutting it alone. 

"I'm going to get ready for my shift at the bar, let me know what you want for supper and ill make it for you before i have to leave.." It had been two years since your father had passed away, two long years and you had done everything in your power to make life at home as normal for your brother as possible, which included eating supper together every night. 

Kai grunts as a way of letting you know he heard you as he passes through the living room and goes straight for the hallway, smacking the top of the door frame with his hand as he does, a teasing way of reminding you that you couldn't reach it. You roll your eyes at the teenager, shuffling right behind him. 

The Hard Deck is busy tonight, you and Penny work behind the bar efficiently enough though, pouring IPA's off the tap and handing bottles of corona's and budweisers to the numerous aviators and civilians that littered the bar.

The music is loud, someone keeps repeating the same Tom Petty song on the stupid jukebox in the corner and you want to punch them for it, but the chatter of the folks is even louder. You're able to drown it out as you focus on a couple of regulars you hadn't see in a while, falling into easy conversation with them as you pour their drinks, catching up like You'd known them their whole lives. 

You're turning away from one such conversation to grab a couple of glasses for a couple that had just seated themselves near you when you hear his voice, the Texan accent thick when he calls you that damm name. "Hey Sugar," he says, catching your attention immediately. "can i get a whiskey neat and a couple more corona's please?" He asks, leaning against the backside of the bar. 

You take him in, he was plain clothed tonight, no ugly tan of his service khakis, and handsome as he was, you couldn't help but to be annoyed by his very presence, you weren't sure if it was because you were attracted to him (because you would have to be absolutely stupid not to be, Hangman was an absolutely beautiful man, and you weren't that hard of sight to not notice it) or if it was because guys like him got on your nerves..or a combination of both, and that goddamn accent didn't help.

You weren't overly fond of the cocky confident type, but good lord it did suit him. The man exuded confidence even in the way he leaned against your bar, casually enough to most people, but you could tell that there was something almost more to it. 

You nod in his direction, finishing what you were doing before pouring him a whiskey neat and grabbing the beers from the ice box. You hand them to him, and he knocks the whiskey back instantaneously, swallowing it as if it's water. You had to admit, it was kinda sexy. "Thanks, Sugar." He says, winking has he hands you back the glass. 

"My name is Y/N!" You say, watching as he turns to head back to his friends, who had grouped around the pool table. A couple of them turn their heads to watch your interaction, your loud voice catching their attention. 

"I know!" The man simply says over his shoulder, handing the beers to a woman, who takes it gratefully and the man next to him, who appeared to think that a pornstache was the look to go for. You roll your eyes, turning back to your work. 

After a few long hours, the counter starts to empty, and so does the bar itself, and one by one you start ringing up people's tabs, swiping their cards or paying with cash. Another hour or so passes and the man with the mustache and the dark haired woman are walking out together, hanging onto one another as they warble a song st the top of their lungs, completely out of tune. 

You chuckle, shaking your head at them before your attention is brought back to the counter as a credit card is slapped down onto it. "I'll pay my friends tabs too, Sugar.." He says, loving the way you go rigid at the name. He can practically feel your eyes roll before you turn to look at him. God, he thought, you've got a killer stare. 

"They're aviators too?" You ask, going to the register to do your job, you'd tallied about five or six rounds for him and his buddies, who seemed like they could drink any alcoholic under the table and still be able to fly a plane straight. 

"Sure are," He says, smirk cocking on his lips. "they're definitely nowhere near as good as me though, far as i know, none of them have two confirmed air kills." He doesn't even know why he's trying to smooth talk you right now, you aren't normally the type he goes for, but something about the way you look at him like he's about as annoying as a June bug gets his blood pumping. He's not used it that from pretty women. 

"That supposed to mean something to me?" You ask, sliding his card back to him, and a copy of the receipt for him to sign. He purses his lips, giving a quick signature. He hadn't ever missed with that line and it was quite obvious to you. 

"Guess not.." He says, pocketing his wallet, his ego only slightly bruised by your quick blow off. "Your brother looked like he got roughed up pretty good this morning..that an issue with him?"  He was genuinely curious, he could see the furious and frustrated look from across the gym floor and he knew it must've struck a nerve. The kid didn't offer much information about to him either when he asked. 

Your gaze turns hard immediately. "Respectfully, that's none of your business." You say, giving him a forced smile. "Have a nice night, Hangman."

 He tips his head at you and turns away from the bar, he knew a struck nerve when he saw one, and he already knew enough about you to know that he shouldn't try to push it with you, curious as he was. "You too, Sugar." He says, long legs striding him straight out the door before you can yell after him about how that isn't your name. 

You roll your eyes at him, going back to clearing glasses and wiping the beer nut crumbs off the bar. "Insufferable pilots, always have to get the last word." You grumble to yourself, unaware that Maverick had strode into the bar merely a moment after Hangman had left it, here to pick up Penny for the evening. 

"What's that about pilots now?" He asks, watching you with an amused smile lifting the corners of his mouth. You turn around, small smile gracing your lips. This was one pilot you could stand to be around. "Hey kiddo, busy tonight?"

You shrug, leaning over the counter to give the man a short hug, you loved the smell of his brown leather jacket. "Not too bad, made decent tips.. Penny's in the office, she'll be out soon." 

Mav takes a seat on one of the bar stools, helping you sweep off what bit of crumbs he could reach. "Hey, are you still looking for a roommate?" He asks, remembering hearing you complain to Penny about how you were barely making bills since you had kicked your last one out for giving your brother drugs. You quirk an eyebrow at him, stopping what you're doing. "His name is Jake, he's one of my aviators. He's clean, actually he's too clean if you ask me it's kind of creepy, and he's a pretty stand up dude. He has a cocky streak but he's good for his money and he doesn't make too much fuss."

You purse your lips, thinking on it. Why did the name Jake sound so familiar? It was tugging at something in the back of your brain that you just couldn't quite put your finger on. "What's wrong with where he's at now?" You ask as politely as possible, trying to gauge if he's been kicked out of his current place or something. 

"He's been on base for the last couple of months, he's not a student of the academy anymore but he's a permanent squadron member..he can live off base, he just hasn't found the right place..and we need the room he's in, we have a big class coming." Pete says, watching you think it over in your brain. 

As long as he's not as insufferable as Hangman, what do you really have to lose? You think to yourself, you can't afford to turn anyone away, not when they're capable of paying without breaking any laws, unlike Devon, your previous roommate. "Okay, well..ill meet him." You say, and Pete smiles triumphantly. "Bring him by the house tomorrow, after Kai goes to school, ill be home all morning." 

You spend the entirety of the next morning nervously cleaning and arranging your small house, your brother trying his best to stop you and calm you down, he knew better than anyone how you felt about strangers coming into the house. He offers to stay home from school, but you glare and tell him he better get on his way. Kai does as told, pressing a kiss to your cheek as he grabs a protein bar off of the kitchen bar type counter, swinging his school and duffle bag full of his baseball gear over his shoulder. 

God, you really hoped this worked out because you were dreading having to tell him that you couldn't afford to keep him in baseball if it didn't, you hated taking things away from your brother like that always so disappointed in yourself for not being able to provide for him the way that he needs or wants. Your father would be disappointed too you were sure, the man bad always made sure that his children had everything they ever asked for, no matter how hard he had to work to get it. You often found yourself wondering why you couldn't do the same as him, before you remembered that you lacked a highschool diploma, and had barely obtained a GED certificate. You had had to drop out of school when he got sick, he couldn't take care of everything himself like he used to, and Kai certainly wasn't old enough either at the time. 

"I'm doing my best daddy.." You sigh, looking at his picture up on the small fireplace mantel in your living room. "I just hope I'm doing it the right way.."

The doorbell rings and you jump, the noise cutting through the dim reverie of your life. "Coming!" You yell, doing a final sweep of the room before taming your wild hair in the mirror for a moment. 

"...she cooks too, you know.." You distinctly hear Mav's voice through the door as you unlock the deadbolt, taking a deep breath before pulling it open. 

Your eyes land on him immediately in all his tall, sun-kissed, cocky avjator glory. You'd be damned to hell if you said he didn't look good standing there in his green flightsuit, black t-shirt just barely poking through the gap in the collar. Your gaze trails downward, his helmet is attached at his waist, and you noticed his brow was awfully sweaty and smudged with a bit of dirt. They must have been doing flight runs this morning. "Him?" You glance at Mav, bewildered. "You?"  God, what gave him the right to smell so damn good when he was so clearly hot and sweaty and covered in..airplane grime. 

Jake takes you in, your jeans are up high on your waist, but loose fitting and they did look damn good on you from the front. Your top was cropped just enough to show the patch of skin between your tummy and bra that your breasts filled out entirely too well. When Mav had said that he was taking him to meet someone, a girl named Y/N, he hadn't even registered it as your name in his mind. In his mind you were simply - "..Sugar, fancy meeting you here."

Pete looks between the two of you, the ghost of annoyance littered on your face, the cocky smirk sliding its way onto Jake's.. "Hold on..you guys have met?" 

[sturnioloxplr]

ℭ𝔞𝔲𝔰𝔢 ℑ 𝔠𝔞𝔫'𝔱 𝔣𝔬𝔯𝔤𝔦𝔳𝔢 𝔪𝔶𝔰𝔢𝔩𝔣 ℑ𝔣 ℑ'𝔪 𝔧𝔲𝔰𝔱 𝔞 𝔰𝔢𝔯𝔳𝔞𝔫𝔱 𝔱𝔬 𝔪𝔶 𝔭𝔞𝔦𝔫-Part 2

SMUT WARNING

Sam's hands found his way to my chest squeezing them gently to be blunt he's alot more gentle then colby

"Sa-sam~"I moaned out

"Yes princess ?"he smriked

"Please ..."Sam smirked as he ripped my underwear off in a flash

His tounge was amazing and so much better then colbys

"S-sam nghh~"I moaned out he chucked under me my cunt was his now ~

Sam trusted into me without letting me cum

"Fuck y/n no wonder colby fucked you so often your pussys so god good"He moaned out

"It's all yours Sam's now" I smirked

"Kinky Babygirl"Sam smirked roughing up the speed

"God damnnnn sammm~"I moaned out my legs begun to feel like jelly under him his touchs his smell his eyes everything was so much better then colby I felt high without any weed it was him he was intoxicated with flirt

"Sam I'm gonna cum"i yelped out

"Do it...cum for me babygirl.."he sped up

"SAMM~"I screamed out it was coming any second I'd be cumming

"Nghhhahhh"i moaned out as my orgasm wasted over me like water sam quickly followed

"Fuck me y/n your some girl" Sam said smiling

"That's the first time I've came before like an orgasm"I replayed

"Jesus really ?"Sam asked "I always thought Colby made you cum"

"He did but not a orgasm"I sighed

"Welp atleast I made you cum"he laughed biting on my neck his teeth grinning against my neck gently he knew how to please a girl the way a women wants it

"I found out that colby was cheating on you at that halloween party last month he was with Amber I'm pretty sure" Sam said

"Amber.."my heart stopped ...does he mean the Amber who filmed tiktoks with colby ? Wait ..AMBER SCHOLL ...

"Sam..do you mean Amber Scholl ?"

Sam nodded in response as he grabbed a hoodie from thr closet "Yeah her she had a massive crush on him for ages and tried to lore him into her and we'll I guess she did at the party I'm really sorry y/n.."

"Don't b3 sorry sam I've an idea on how to het my boyfriend back"I smirked My head was racing of ideas to do to get ny revenge maybe send her fake gucci nah to basic OR BUY HER FAKE HIGH HEELS AND COVER THEM IN GUCI PERFUME UGHHH IVE NO IDEAS

"Uh Y/n ?"Sam asked"plesse tell me your nit gonna do a killing spree or something"

"Sam r u crazy over course not I'm not that desperate I mean maybe I am...I don't know if I should get colby back I mean he cheated on me with Amber the girl ge told me he didnt like and he took advantage of the situation at the party"

Sam threw me his hoodie "baby if he did that ehy go back to him I mean he's my best friend so. I cant say anything but u shouldn't" Sams right I shouldnt go back to him after that

"Your rigjt sam but ...I still my revenge on ms Amber Scholl"

Sam rolled his eyes "you and revenge y/n"he turned off the lights in thr bedroom with q click I of course stayed up on my laptop trying to find ways to get revenge without it being illegal of course

my fingers were dancing around thr keys until I found it..

How To get revenge on a rich girl

"got it " I mumbled happily as I took a picture and set my phone down on thr desk next to me and fell asleep next to sam

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Next time in

ℭ𝔞𝔲𝔰𝔢 ℑ 𝔠𝔞𝔫'𝔱 𝔣𝔬𝔯𝔤𝔦𝔳𝔢 𝔪𝔶𝔰𝔢𝔩𝔣ℑ𝔣 ℑ'𝔪 𝔧𝔲𝔰𝔱 𝔞 𝔰𝔢𝔯𝔳𝔞𝔫𝔱 𝔱𝔬 𝔪𝔶 𝔭𝔞𝔦𝔫

Will y/n get her revenge on Amber and Colby or will she run back to colby like a dog ? Will she stay with lovable Sam Golbach or emo god Colby Brock ?

Stay online Losers and find out in part 3 of

ℭ𝔞𝔲𝔰𝔢 ℑ 𝔠𝔞𝔫'𝔱 𝔣𝔬𝔯𝔤𝔦𝔳𝔢 𝔪𝔶𝔰𝔢𝔩𝔣ℑ𝔣 ℑ'𝔪 𝔧𝔲𝔰𝔱 𝔞 𝔰𝔢𝔯𝔳𝔞𝔫𝔱 𝔱𝔬 𝔪𝔶 𝔭𝔞𝔦𝔫

A story written by SamGolbachsangel

HI GUYS WELL PART 2 IS OUT NOW IM SO HAPPY I FINALE GOT TO DO IT AFTER TRYING TO WRITE IT IN PEACE ANYWQYS NEXT PART MIGHT BE A BIT GOREY AND WELL YOU GUESSED IT ANGST SO BE CAREFUK AND WAIT FOR PART 3 OF ℭ𝔞𝔲𝔰𝔢 ℑ 𝔠𝔞𝔫'𝔱 𝔣𝔬𝔯𝔤𝔦𝔳𝔢 𝔪𝔶𝔰𝔢𝔩𝔣ℑ𝔣 ℑ'𝔪 𝔧𝔲𝔰𝔱 𝔞 𝔰𝔢𝔯𝔳𝔞𝔫𝔱 𝔱𝔬 𝔪𝔶 𝔭𝔞𝔦𝔫

And anyone asking yes the story is named after colbys song skin I hope u guys r enjoying it so far part.4 will probably be the last of it

haven't read part 1 ? Here it is

https://www.tumblr.com/samgolbachsangel/754254978253750272/%E2%84%AD%F0%9D%94%9E%F0%9D%94%B2%F0%9D%94%B0%F0%9D%94%A2-%E2%84%91-%F0%9D%94%A0%F0%9D%94%9E%F0%9D%94%AB%F0%9D%94%B1-%F0%9D%94%A3%F0%9D%94%AC%F0%9D%94%AF%F0%9D%94%A4%F0%9D%94%A6%F0%9D%94%B3%F0%9D%94%A2-%F0%9D%94%AA%F0%9D%94%B6%F0%9D%94%B0%F0%9D%94%A2%F0%9D%94%A9%F0%9D%94%A3%E2%84%91%F0%9D%94%A3-%E2%84%91%F0%9D%94%AA-%F0%9D%94%A7%F0%9D%94%B2%F0%9D%94%B0%F0%9D%94%B1-%F0%9D%94%9E-%F0%9D%94%B0%F0%9D%94%A2%F0%9D%94%AF%F0%9D%94%B3%F0%9D%94%9E%F0%9D%94%AB%F0%9D%94%B1?source=share

[idyllic-affections]

what are some of your furina headcanons? they can be about anything really, you're just the only person who gets her :3

im super fond of bigender furina, personally, since i see myself alot in her (i think im slowly becoming a furina kinnie /half joking), and ive already mentioned liking neuvillette being her adopted father (so much so i keep forgetting her real name isn't furina de neuvillette lol)

🐌.

OUGHGHG YAYYYY SOMEONE IS ASKING ME TO TALK ABOUT FURI MY LOVE YEAHHHH omg. okay. furi headcanons. these might change (i haven't finished her story quest yet!) but for now...

starting off angstful strong, i believe she has severe identity issues. she does not know anything about herself because she has long since lost everything to the role she had to play. being suddenly thrust into freedom, while she has waited for it for so long, was jarring and nervewracking for her. she "barely leaves the house" because she prefers to stay in while she tries to calm down and become more comfortable in her freedom.

furina sometimes accidentially dips back into her old dramatic flair (she's still dramatic, but in a more... traditional way; i.e., huffing and pouting when she gets exposed for not being able to cook yet, things like that). the fact that she does it doesn't upset her or anything, it's just instinct HAHA it can be kind of funny and lighthearted sometimes!

she instinctively wants to help solve people's problems to try and make up for her perceived inadequacy as the hydro archon.

she adopts many (okay maybe not many. maybe like. one) cats to keep her company c:

she's generally very softspoken now. in a way, i suppose this is canon? but what i mean when i mention this as a hc is that she's very gentle and mild in terms of her mannerisms now. she's still got quite the amount of sass to her, do NOT misunderstand /lh, but overall she's very reserved and polite. largely bc she's still recovering mentally, but also because i believe her to be a very kind and empathetic and sensitive soul (i mean... she was sobbing at poisson following the disaster. she still carries that guilt. she IS kind and empathetic and sensitive).

i think she would get along with children really well!

she's some unspecified kind of nonbinary, but in the "i honestly forgot wtf gender is after 500 years. gender was NOT my biggest concern" way. or genderfluid (haha get it. B. Because um. h. hydro archon. Fluid)

furina still greatly loves and adores the arts. she just doesn't want to be too deeply involved in them anymore (as one of the cast). she WILL be moved to tears if she sees a particularly sad opera

she would get along with lyney tbh.

also venti. i want them to meet in person. i want him to help her grow into her freedom. he IS the god of freedom, after all. who better to help her?

OH SPEAKING OF VENTI they would also get along just because he's a bard!!!! so many stories flow from his lips all the time!!!!!!!! for furi, it would be a fun change of pace from the operas and plays!!!!!

i feel like she and nahida would also get along on a super personal level. both of them were technically trapped for 500 years. furina's people believed in her, while nahida's did not... but really, what difference does that make when they were both trapped in one way or another?

[unfortunate--moth]

Oh no, I get it. To be real, I haven't actually read one in a while, because I get extremely attached to characters sometimes, so much so that I sometimes sort of embody that character? Like, if I've binged an angsty longfic, I'll sometimes take on personality traits and fears from the protagonist for like a good 6-24 hours, which was extremely NOT helpful sometimes.

Once binged a fic where the protag was deathly afraid of water for various trauma related reasons- guess who struggled with their shower, 16 hours later?

So yeah, if I imprint too much onto a character in an angst fic, it messes with my mood a TON.

- Milgranon

its like actually insane. i feel like i become part of the story. funnily enough though i feel like. so emotionally disconnected from my own writing. i like. use my own experiences and emotions and stuff when i write, because that makes it easier for me to write characters. but like ive only ever felt emotional from my own writing twice. once with my ocs and secondly with your stupid face, actually. the beach chapter.

its a bit weird how i can connect to a story more when its not my own writing. but im realizing that i do enjoy hurt/no comfort when its my own self writing it and its my ocs. i uhh used to rp alot with my friends. its a little embarrassing but we'd make these elaborate death game stories and we would plot out who would die and what the mystery would be. and i always had a blast writing my own character's deaths. because my friends got attached to them. and even though my friend's ocs deaths would be amazing and impactful, they never made me sad the way a fic did. they still made me like. sad. but i never felt it as deeply.

its a little weird. i dont really know why it felt less personal even though it should be more??? stories just hit different i guess.