#.... due to the shock that she was alive when she thought for sure she was dead

[nibwhipdragon]

I was going to make my own post about this then saw this on my dash – OP, you're SO right.

I do still like Jane. In a different way and definitely less than I did before, but I still do like her. She's an interesting and nuanced character like Kenny is and I wish both their lovers and haters recognised that more instead of having a more black and white, "they're perfect" "they're terrible" view. Jane was right, Kenny was unstable and unable to properly care for Clem and AJ – he even brings this up himself – but the stunt she pulled with AJ was absolutely not the way to go about proving that point to Clem. Giving up a newborn's life to get away from walkers would make almost anyone insanely mad. I wouldn't be surprised if other people would have reacted the same as Kenny did in that situation, albeit perhaps less murderous.

And yes, it was a setup to prove a point and she didn't actually do that, but Jane DID still leave AJ in that car on his own in the snowstorm. A walker could've heard him, broken in and eaten him while all of That went down. Or, the more likely outcome, he would've frozen to death. Babies can't regulate their temperature, and it was FREEZING. She could've very easily actually had AJ die to prove a point, and I feel that people don't really recognise that.

Yes, Kenny did do a few fucked up things in season 2, but in that moment I'd say Jane was the insane one.

I really hate how some people act like Kenny was insane for his reaction to the whole AJ ‘dying’ thing in season two as if Jane doesn’t have a history of letting children die and then acting like there was nothing more she could do.

[northopalshore]

Ascendant persona chart

observations

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The ascendant persona chart is the extension of your ascendant & normally what people think of you i.e how your natal placements translate to a other perspective. Check out my introduction to it here!

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🗝️ Jupiter in the 1st house ; is always an indicator of people thinking that you're beautiful & attractive. Though in retrograde, you might only start getting compliments when you start to do big changes to your looks i.e losing weight or grooming yourself better.

🗝️ Jupiter in the 11th house ; people think that you are very popular & have a lot of friends especially. It's like you know almost everybody. It makes you seem like a very extroverted person that enjoys a lot of company. In retrograde though, there are times that you prefer to retract from people as well (or you may just have a lot of people that recognize you even if you don't recognize them!).

🗝️ Venus in the 1st house ; everybody loves your makeup & you tend to be very talented when it comes to makeup skills too. Everyone I know with this placement has dreamt of being a beauty guru at some point.

Ex: Lisa also has this placement! She's an avid lover (and collector) of make-up and out of all the girls, she rocks bolder, and more eye catching looks.

🗝️ Chiron in the 3rd house ; people may often criticize your voice or how you speak. Or you may be quite insecure with how your voice sounds. Also for some reason, the people I've met with this placement have a "squeaky ", nasally voice. I'm not sure if that's a common trait though.

🗝️ Stellium in the 3rd house ; you are a serial yapper lmaoo. Your mind is always travelling somewhere and you always find some strange topic to talk about. You have many interests and people often see you as the person that will overshare or go on & on about something you just randomly thought of an hour ago!

🗝️ Stellium in the 11th house ; you gain a lot of attention easily & people, and strangers alike will find you the most approachable or friendly compared to your peers. Also you very easily gain fame or popularity especially if the Stellium consists of Sun, Neptune, Venus, Jupiter & Uranus!

🗝️ An Aquarius Stellium ; can indicate you are on your own a lot (in whatever context i.e career, personal). Usually means you fare better on your own as well.

Ex: Camila Cabello has an aquarius Stellium in the 5th house. Going solo pushed her to be more successful (despite the popularity of Fifth Harmony), leaving seems to have been better for her individual success and self image despite it making her seem rather selfish.

🗝️ Mars in Taurus or in the 2nd house; you are quite lazy lol. People may see you doze off often or get distracted by something and stop doing whatever you were doing before.

🗝️ Pluto in the 1st house ; other than having extremely attractive traits like a heavy bust & a bread factory in the back, you also are likely to undergo a pretty big transformation in your appearance at some point.

🗝️ Starr (4150) in the 1st house you have great facial expressions and have a movie star appeal, even if you aren't famous people with this placement tends to get more attention from strangers or those around them due to their striking features. You have that "could be famous" look & people easily remember your face.

🗝️ Sun conjunct Uranus; you have a very special quality that shocks people around you. Especially so if the sign is in Scorpio or Aquarius & their degrees or the °22nd degree in particular. Where you are, you tend to shake up the status quo and do your own thing.

🗝️ Sun conjunct Neptune ; you are just the sweetest most genuine person alive and people usually like you for that exact quality. You are incredibly artistic no matter what career you specify in. Though, you also tend to mirror the people around you! Most of the time, your environment is the deciding factor of who you are.

🗝️ Stellium in the 2nd house or Taurus; your voice plays an important role in your life, and people often notice (think of or associate you with) your voice the most. For that reason people with this placement tend to be good singers or even writers (have a good voice).

🗝️ Stellium in the 10th house; people always associate you with being powerful and influential. You have a strong, bossy energy that can either make or break your reputation. For the most part, this does wonders for your self expression & individuality.

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🗝️ Neptune in the 1st house; you have a hypnotizing look that often makes people fall for you or notice you quite quickly. It adds to your versatility in terms of style & expressions. Though, people tend to also fixate you with a certain image and make a run for it 100 kilometers away! (Meaning they do not see you for who you are). Also, they get quite attached to you as well.

🗝️ Leo 5th house; is the least celibate of the 5th houses; meaning natives with this placement enjoy having a good time & is more open to playfulness & fooling around with their lovers.

🗝️ Taurus 5th house; prefers traditional courting & an adherence to a stable relationship over mindless dating. They are very romantic & tend to stick to one lover for quite a long time.

🗝️ Virgo 5th houses ; are very picky with their partners. It's very hard to see them with flings or even in the dating scene at all. Though you may seem "unromantic" that doesn't have to be the case in reality as this is often how others see your natal placements at work. You are just extremely picky & hard to get lol.

🗝️ Pisces 5th houses ; are the most romantic dreamers. Usually seen daydreaming or fantasizing about a lover or just the idea of a perfect love in general. People also tend to find you quite desirable to date.

Ex: Brigitte Bardot & Jungkook have Pisces in the 5th. Both of them are considered desirable to date by their fan base (people think they are personally flirtatious & very romantic).

🗝️ Jupiter conjunct Sun; you have a big, friendly personality that leaves an impact wherever you go. People find you very likeable regardless of which sign or house it's in.

🗝️ Saturn in the 3rd house; you have difficulty expressing your ideas immediately & most times require access time to think things through. In retrograde, you may have times where you are struck with the complete opposite; fast thinking & excellent spontaneous speaking other times you'll feel like you're under a vocal /idea blockage. You could be seen as an inconsistent genius to other people.

🗝️ Great Attractor in the 1st house; people find you very interesting, it's like there's this invisible magnetic pull that they feel towards you. You are easily likeable too due to your entertaining personality.

Ex: Markiplier has Great Attractor in Sagittarius °1 Aries in the 1st house. Any of his viewers can tell you that his strong relaxed but comedic personality just has a way to drive you in or keep your interest even if he's doing the most mundane things.

🗝️ Mars in Aries; people see you as someone very passionate and may have a slight temper to you. You may also have a rather childish or head on approach to anything that you go through. You put all of you on the line when doing something, meaning if you believe in something you're all in on it.

🗝️ Moon in the 5th house; you get very attached to your lovers. People may see how you fold easily around them or that you get quite clingy & sensitive when it comes to romance.

🗝️ Mars in the 5th house; you give everything when in love. You may be quite horny (or be seen as horny lolol) especially if Mars is in any of the fire signs. Your attitude towards love & romance is also hot and steamy and are very protective over your lovers.

🗝️ Chiron in the 6th house; people may see you as.. rather incompetent or unsuitable for your job (or any job for that matter). People judge you quite often for what you do & decide to work on. A lot of harsh critics tell you you don't belong.

Ex: Sid Viscous & Namjoon both have these placements. Sid was seen as incompetent since he couldn't even play any instruments yet was in a band. While Namjoon was harshly judged for his early work (songs he wrote & even his image in BTS due him not fitting the "standard").

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[poisonlove]

The Addams curse | w.a

Pairing: Wednesday Addams X reader

A/N: Okay, I admit it. I read a story that inspired me so much that I "stole" the idea

Wednesday was painfully aware of the curse she inherited from her family: the Addams curse. It was a curse that had existed since the 5th century, binding an Addams to their soulmate. A curse that would drive one to madness if rejected by that person, a madness that would torment them even after death.

As alluring as that last thought sounded, Wednesday didn’t want to become a slave to another person.

And she especially had things to do.

Just the thought of her father's expression when he looked at Morticia sent a warm, nauseating sensation to her stomach, a warmth that was far from pleasant. It was a reminder that in her life she would encounter… her other half. She would prefer to skin herself alive than to fall into this trap.

Because love was, in fact, a trap.

Thanks to reading a book about her family's history, she learned that the curse activated with the first contact with the destined person. A touch that sent thousands of electric shocks coursing through the body, a bond capable of quenching the thirst of her cursed soul.

That’s why she was averse to any contact: no one, ever, would trigger that curse to drag her into madness. She categorically rejected the idea of succumbing to temptation; she was even willing to kill the destined person, fully aware that she would die immediately afterward.

there was another side effect: if your soulmate died, you would follow them incapable of living without them.

Wednesday pressed her lips into a thin line.

That moment had arrived the instant she crossed the gates of Nevermore Academy. A warmth spread through her body and an annoying itch kept her on edge. Wednesday mentally cursed herself for having attacked students at her old school: at least she wouldn’t have anticipated her end. Her parents watched her with curiosity as they approached her new room and Wednesday tried to maintain an unreadable expression, fully aware that chaos reigned inside her.

Where her mother stayed in the past: Ophelia Hall.

As soon as they opened the door the itch intensified and something indefinable vibrated in the air. She wasn’t sure if it was due to the curse or the fact that she had entered a painfully colorful room. A girl immediately sprang up from the bed, a smile stretching from ear to ear as her blonde hair with blue and pink streaks danced toward their direction. Another girl sat cross-legged on the bed to the girl to far too… enthusiastic.

There it was again, that annoying itch.

“Hi, roommate!” the blonde exclaimed excitedly.

Wednesday felt nauseated, a wave of discomfort tightening her stomach in a cold grip. It was a new sensation for her. She felt her throat constrict, the urge to vomit ready to explode but the lack of food ingested that morning left her with only a painful emptiness, like an abyss sucking her from within. With a shiver she realized that the nausea wasn’t caused by hunger but by the curse that poisoned her insides, slithering through her veins like a subtle venom.

Oh no.

The impression of tiny spiders weaving her stomach from the inside sent a chilling shiver through her, insinuating itself between her bones. Every thread of that imaginary web seemed to tighten around her, making every breath harder than the last. The sensation of being trapped, of losing control, terrified her in a way she would never admit to anyone. Wednesday found herself immobile; perhaps "paralyzed" was the best word.

“Are you okay? You look... pale,” the blonde said with concern.

Other eyes turned in her direction.

“Oh… Wednesday always looks half dead,” her father commented with an ironic smile.

Her mother’s hand rested on her shoulder, giving her a quick squeeze, a gesture that could have seemed comforting but for Wednesday was a reminder of the distance between them.

But inside, Wednesday felt a turmoil boiling in her chest. A raw, primitive energy surged through her like an electric current, making her muscles tremble. Paradoxically, it was the first time she felt so… alive. That pain, that sense of oppression and that devastating nausea had awakened an intensity she had never experienced before. It was as if the curse was showing her the limits of her humanity, forcing her to feel closer to life, precisely because she was on the brink of her annihilation.

If her mother hadn’t placed her hand on her shoulder, she probably would have fainted.

“I understand,” the blonde mumbled, a look of confusion on her face. “Anyway, I’m Enid, and that over there is my best friend Y/N,” she exclaimed enthusiastically.

Y/N timidly waved her hand as a greeting.

“I’m happy to meet you!” Enid exclaimed, filled with bubbly happiness, opening her arms and walking toward her.

Wednesday’s eyes widened and she quickly took a step back to avoid contact. The itch had appeared as soon as she entered this room and the gothic girl didn’t know if it was the blonde girl who was the possible cause. There was also the chance that it was the other girl, Y/N, but honestly she didn’t want to know in any case.

Enid slowed down and looked at her with disappointment.

“Oh… I see you’re not a hugging person,” she mumbled weakly, still wearing a big smile on her lips.

“Do you like the room?” she asked curiously, her eyes so bright it seemed like she had two stars instead of irises.

“No,” Wednesday replied venomously.

“Sorry… Wednesday… is allergic to colors,” her father justified and Enid raised her eyebrows in confusion.

“What does it do to you?” she asked weakly.

“My flesh is peeling off my bones,” Wednesday replied in a flat tone, her lips reduced to a thin line. She felt the itch slowly fade but the annoyance remained on her. A faint laugh reached her ears, forcing her to turn toward Enid’s best friend. “Sorry… that was funny,” the latter stammered trying to justify herself as her cheeks flushed.

Wednesday stared at her intensely, a visceral hatred bubbling within her.

“Well… I’ll go now,” Y/N mumbled weakly. The girl got up from the bed and Wednesday found herself analyzing her quickly: tall, slender, long y/c hair and eyes of the same color. A smile resided on her lips and the goth felt as if her own were about to rise in reflex

she held back.

“It was nice to meet you,” she mumbled timidly.

Y/N passed by her and the proximity was enough to awaken the unsettling sensation gripping her insides. But luckily for Wednesday, it lasted only a few seconds.

(...)

Nevermore turned out to be much more fascinating than Wednesday had imagined: gorgons, werewolves, sirens, vampires and all the other creatures that populated the world of outcasts. However, what intrigued her the most was the series of murders wreaking havoc in the quiet town of Jericho. A frenzy of curiosity filled her; she felt inspired.

She longed to discover the identity of the killer, continue her novel about Viper and investigate any mystery that could be connected to her ancestor Goody Addams.

She would think about escape later.

Regarding her curse, Wednesday had narrowed it down: Enid, Y/N, and Yoko. Tayler and Xavier had quickly been eliminated from her list. Tayler for covering her mouth during the excursion in the woods to avoid being discovered by Sheriff Galpin and Xavier for taking her to the infirmary when she fainted. In both cases, she hadn’t felt anything, a total absence of emotions.

But Y/N was different. She was almost 80% sure that you were her soulmate.

Every time they spoke, even if she could detect a note of sarcasm in your responses to her icy remarks, she felt a palpable energy between you two, an electric current that seemed to draw her closer to you. Her eyes couldn’t tear away from yours and an unbearable fire exploded in her chest. She found herself experiencing mental blackouts lost in your gaze and on more than one occasion she had even stammered. She hated the curse, hated herself, and above all, hated you.

But what got her into trouble were her thoughts crowding her mind like a chorus of impatient voices: Take her hand, kiss her, find out if you are her damn ruin. These thoughts didn’t manifest with Enid or Yoko. With Enid, there was a weak itch, a sense of comfort but not attraction, probably because they were roommates. And Yoko? Well, she was simply a friend of Enid and Y/N.

Wednesday blinked and directed her gaze back to her plate.

The goth found herself having lunch at a table with her roommate's group. Despite loving solitude, she found herself amidst Enid and Yoko, with Y/N sitting in front of her, a calm expression on her face.

The buzzing continued.

Wednesday was close to Enid, so close that their shoulders brushed against each other. Anxiety gripped her stomach but she needed to narrow down the list, she wanted to know: she bit her lower lip and decided to eliminate the distance by leaning her weight against Enid's shoulder.

Nothing.

“Oh, sorry,” Enid shifted.

Wednesday furrowed her brow. Why hadn’t anything happened? Maybe the contact needed to last longer? Should she hold her hand or something? The goth extended her hand and placed it on the blonde’s arm.

Nothing.

She quickly fell into a panic, the electricity increasing around her and decided to touch Yoko.

Absolutely nothing.

“Do you want to kill me? Did you touch garlic with those hands?” Yoko asked, panicking as she looked at Wednesday through her sunglasses.

“I don’t think so… You would have already burned,” Y/N commented playfully. Wednesday looked up and locked eyes with Y/N. This only meant one thing... Her suspicions were true.

It was you.

You were her soulmate.

Oh, fuck it.

[jyoongim]

Can I request and Alastor x reader where she was his wife when they were alive but she ends up in heaven while in her early 20’s due to being murdered on her way home from his radio station one night. She never knew about Alastor’s crimes but she finds out about the extermination at the meeting Charlie has with heaven and sneaks down during the next extermination not knowing if Alastor is still alive or not? Maybe some magic like reader singing No Good Deed from Wicked trying to prevent Alastor from being harmed or killed? Once they find each other I can’t imagine Alastor ever letting her leave again, not even to heaven. Can I request a bit of fluff and maybe NSFW to make up for the time spent apart? Thank you!

Title: Ruined Redemption 

Warnings: 18+! NSFW, angel!wife Reader, fem!reader, reader & Alastor married, mention of past life, mention of death, demon!alastor, fluff, creampie, rough sex, French, Heaven & Hell, am i missing something????

”You sure you dont want me to walk you home cher? I can wrap up right now” Alastor said as you pressed your soft lips to his cheek. You reassured him you would be fine. That you were perfectly capable of getting home without him escorting you.  “No no ill be fine promise. Just dont stay too late hmm? I would love to have my husband in our bed for once when the sun ain’t risin’” you said, glaring at him playfully. 

He chuckled, nodding ”Be careful on your way home cher, it ain’t safe for a doll like yourself to be roamin’ the streets at this time of night” Alastor said as you waved goodbye.

“I love you”

The stars twinkled in the sky as you stared up at them.

You blinked, raising a weak hand up to them.

 Blood.

You were bleeding. 

You had took a shortcut to get home and a man had grabbed you into a dark alleyway.

He tried to take advantage of you but you resisted, angry that you wouldn’t be a easy target he slit your throat so you wouldn’t cry out, leaving you to bleed out onto the cold concrete.

Your wedding ring shined at you. You let out a gurgle,

Alastor…

You use to think that people were lyin’ when they said your life flashed when times of death, but tears welled in your eyes as every memory of you and Alastor came to your mind.

The night you met Alastor was the last one you saw as you heaved your last breath.

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”Did you forget Hell is forever?”

You sat at the council meeting as the princess of Hell tried to reason with Sera. You were saddened that the Angels went down and executed the soul of the damned.

You thought the idea of rehabilitating souls was a good idea. 

You had waited years to see Alastor, but you quickly became concerned when each year he didn’t pass through those pearly gates.

Alastor was in Hell. At least you had hoped. 

You heard that the next extermination was soon and you plotted to descend to Hell to find your lost lover.

Alastor please be okay 

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Hell wasn’t as bad as you thought. 

You quickly found the hotel the princess hosted and knocked on the door.

”Oh why hello- wait you’re-” Charlie stuttered.

You gave her a smile. You must have looked ridiculous, an Angel at her door and with the extermination approaching.

”D-Do you know Alastor?” You asked, almost pleading that you hoped your lover was at her hotel.

She blinked and nodded, letting you inside.

”I thought your idea was bees knees by the way”you said as she ushered you to sit on a couch.

”W-Why thank you! But…how do you know Alastor?” She asked.

You fiddled with your ring. “Well you see I’m his-”

”Darlin’? ” a voice interrupted you.

You almost broke your neck turning around. You let out a gasp “A-Alastor?”

A tall red demon stood in the archway.

He was dressed in all red, save for the few black accents.

His face dawned shocked, though his smile never faltered. But you saw it was tense.

You stood up and approached him.

Theres no way this was your Alastor…

You subconsciously reached a hand to his face “A-Alastor…is it really you?”

He leaned into your touch, grasping your wrist softly

”Mon cher…”

Your eyes welled with tears and you launched yourself at him, wrapping your arms around him as you buried your face in his chest.

Still in shock, Alastor wrapped his lanky arms around you.

Whiskey and sandalwood. That was the scent that flooded your nose, same scent that always clung to him.

”I t-thought i would never see you again” you cried.

”what are you doing here?” You asked

He smiled “I should be askin you the same thing. A pretty thing like you shouldn’t be down here”

You didn’t even realize that an audience had gathered.

”what’s white wings doing down here?”

You eased your grip on him, actually taking him in.

He looked nothing like your Alastor, but you knew it was him.

”Oh baby what could you have done to land yourself in hell?” You asked.

The tall spider gave a laugh “Freaky face there is one of hell’s most powerful Overlords toots”

Alastor glared at him before looking down at you “Its a rather unpleasant story my dear, but I guess I should tell you now”

And tell you he did.

You wouldn’t have thought that your Alastor was the one who had once terrorized your city.

Your husband was…You had married a killer.

”regret marrying me doll?”he asked at your shocked face.

You shook your head “Never” you gave him a smile “But you’re at a hotel that promotes soul redemption?”

He laughed “Just a little investment of mine to pass the time. I have no notion to redeem my soul”

This caused you to panic “B-but the extermination!”

He caressed your cheek “Don’t worry about that, I wont let anything happen”

You huffed, deciding to trust him “Well aren’t you gonna introduce me?” You asked turning to give your full attention to the bunch.

”Why of course! Everyone this pretty doll is my darling wife” he beamed

”WIFE!?”

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Alastor took you on a tour of the hotel. You walked, arms interlocked as he showed you around.

You laughed when he brought you to his radio tower “Just couldn’t let it go huh?” You had said, earning a laugh.

He led you to his bedroom. You marveled at how it suited him. There was a swamp that split up the room.

A true southern man you sighed.

You sat on his bed, taking it all in.

Alastor couldn’t believe that you were here.

He thought that he would never see you again.

He had figured that you were in Heaven after a few decades.

You were his sweet little wife. You were the only good thing in his life.

He absolutely lost his mind when he was told you were killed on your way home.

He should have walked you home.

Your death weighed on him for decades. Even in death.

But here you were.

You hadn’t changed a day. Well the wings and halo were new.

”Mon cher…” He approached you, voice dropping the static and kneeled before you. 

You were real and you were here.

His arms wrapped around your waist as he laid his head on your lap.

Your hands found his hair, massaging his scalp. You tickled at his ears and giggled when they twitched.

”je suis désolé mon amour. je suis tellement désolé que tu aies connu un sort aussi cruel. si j'étais juste rentré à la maison avec toi... je suis vraiment désolé” his heart was pounding as he nuzzled into your stomach.

You smiled at his words. You cupped his cheeks, lifting his face to yours “it wasn’t your fault Al. Things happen. All that matters is that we are together again. ‘Ill defy death itself to be with you," were our vows remember?”

Alastor moved quickly. He gently pushed you onto your back as he climbed over you.

”tell me…tell me our vows again”

He tugged at his bow tie and stripped off his jacket, you retracted your wings as you watched him

”A-Al?” You whispered, suddenly breathless.

”please…tell me our wedding vows”

”From the moment our paths crossed, it was always you.

It was the moment we met that I saw everything. 

Our future.” 

He unbuttoned his dress shirt.

“You were everything i ever dreamed of and became so much more. 

I love you.”

He leaned down to kiss you

“Heaven and Earth cannot compare to how much I love you. 

Through the good and bad, Ill always love you.

 I give my heart and soul to you to cherish for an eternity ”

You wrapped your arms around his neck as he peppered wet kisses along your neck

”Ill reap the Earth to and tear the Heavens apart to remain bound to you”

You gasped as he nipped your shoulder

”This love I give can never die. For Ill defy death itself to forever be with you.”

he buttoned your shirt, brushing a thumb over your nipples. A shiver ran through you.

”For death itself could never part us. 

I am yours forever and always and ill raise Hell if death tried to part us ”

You moaned softly as he took a nipple into his mouth.

“Alastor…”

The rest of your clothing was quickly removed.

You almost wanted to cover yourself.

When was the last time you were intimate with Alastor?

You felt like you were on your wedding night all over again.

”You’re as beautiful as when you were alive my dear”. He whispered, spreading your thighs.

You jumped feeling his hand skim your exposed clit.

You were embarrassed with how wet you were.

he still had that effect on you, even in the afterlife.

Your breath hitched as he dipped a finger inside you

Alastor groaned, you felt just as you did before.

You pulled him to your face, your face flushed and eyes lidded. Your soft lips met his as he worked your cunt.

”Alastor please” you whined against his lips.

You were always such an impatient thing.

But he would never deny you.

He growled ”If I fuck you Ill never let you go. You’ll never see those pearly gates again if you let me have you. So tell me you don’t want this, you don’t want me and Ill stop” he shimmied out of his pant, freeing his cock.

Alastor was lying. Even if you told him to stop and you didn’t want this he would never let you go back to Heaven.

Not when he just got you back.

Your lips met his again, the kiss was filled with longing and passion.

”I never want to be without you again”

He slammed his lips on yours again as he slid his cock into you, swallowing your squeal as you took him.

Fuuuuuuuuuucccccckkkkk

He gave a few soft thrusts to make sure you adjusted well to him.

You panted into the crook of his neck. Nails clawing into his back as he rocked into you.

A cry ripped from your throat as he gained momentum.

”Aahh!”

This was different. So different from when you were alive.

Alastor was always passionate in bed with you, but this…this was so…you couldn’t even describe it.

a word popped into your head.

Divine

The way he fucked you told of how much he had missed you. 

Decades of being apart melting away as he pounded into you.

You locked your ankles behind his waist.

”You always take me so good cher. So so so good” He moaned into your ear.

The sound of skin hitting skin and your soft moans filled the air.

His cock hit that soft sweet spot inside you making you wetter.

”Ill ruin you. Fuck you til you’re drenched in me. Until your very scent is covered in me.” a harsh thrust brought him to be buried to the hilt.

Alastor smirked as your cunt fluttered

”You want that doll? To be ruined? To never see Heaven again? Hmmm you’ll throw away your salivation to be fucked by a demon like me?”

The telltale squelch of your cunt was his answer.

He would be damned if he ever let you out of his sight again.

His pace turned rough, he could feel himself changing.

”Alastor?” You felt him get bigger. His body morphed and when you looked at him, he expected fear.

But you looked in awe as he turned into his demon form.

Antlers big as willow branches, eyes black and glowing red like dials. He was disheveled.

He looked like a wild beast.

And he was fucking you like one.

All you could do was hang onto him. Letting him take you like you would disappear.

”ooh fuck aaahh please please” you cried as he fucked you, rutting into you with so much force you swear the bed was knocking against the wall.

You  felt your thighs tremble from taking his brute thrusts. That familiar tingle forming in your stomach.

were you gonna cum? Could you cum?

guess you’ll find out

Your demon husband was fucking you and you were gonna cum.

on his demon cock…oh heavens…

”Tu vas jouir, chérie ? Tu vas laisser un démon t'arracher ta libération ? Vous voulez que? hmmm? Tu veux jouir sur la bite de ton démon ? laisse-moi l'avoir chérie”

He purred, fucking into you so hard that a slight bulge was present.

He was going to break you. Ruin you.

He unhooked your legs, pushing one to your chest to get a better angle. Hitting those spots that had you seeing stars.

”A-Al! Oooh fu-fuuuck! I-I’m cumming oh my g-”

A large claw hand covered your lips

He snarled “There’s no God here sweetheart. Now. Cum”

Your body seized, feeling like a fire had set off as your organ ripped through you.

Alastor slapped his mouth over yours to eat your cries.

He thrusted into feverishly, seeking to paint your heavenly walls white with his cum as he fucked you through your orgasm.

”that’s a good girl, milking me dry”

He gently cradled your limp head, nipping at your swollen lips “where you want me cher? Cause i got half a mind to soak you in my cum”

You whined “i-inside…please cum inside me Alastor…baby please!”

He grinned “As you wish”

His pace quickened and with a low growl he emptied his cum into your cunt, sighing as he filled you til it spilled around him.

You let out a soft whine as he pulled out, wincing at the emptiness that he left behind, feeling his cum drip down your ass.

Alastor purred like an engine as he took you into his arms, basking in the afterglow as you cuddled into his side.

This is where you belonged.

By his side.

He’ll tear Heaven apart if they tried to take you back.

You were the Radio Demon’s.

Forever and always

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love is enough - p.2

natasha romanoff x reader // comfort? smut? reader has a penis. 18+

part 1

“I love you. After all this time, I still love you. It’s always been you, it was you yesterday, it was you 2 months ago, a year ago. It is you today, it will be you tomorrow and for the rest of my life it will be you, I love you Natasha.” 

Her hand moves to your face, your own head leaning into her palm as she takes the weight of it. 

“But what if love isn’t enough y/n?” 

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You stepped away from her slowly, the hurt and shock reflecting on your face. What could you say to that? Because deep down you know it is true. Love might come from a relationship and might help develop one but not only does love exist in one. 

Natasha deserves love. You deserve love. 

And it is that simple, sometimes it isn’t enough. And it is a shit realization as it comes out of her mouth.

So when you find yourself not able to say a word, she stares back at you, waiting. 

And then she turns to leave when you say nothing and you let her. 

You both need more time to think and breathe. A lot was said between you both that needs to be thought through. 

Could she forgive you for going on that mission? For destroying her while destroying yourself?

Could you forgive her for sleeping with another while she was lonely and in pain?

If only the questions were easier. 

You're not the only one conflicted in this. Natasha is too, how is she meant to trust that you’ll always be there, that you won’t abandon her for something else you believe you need to do? How is she meant to forgive herself for sleeping with someone else when it is already eating her alive? 

Your brain is running wild, question after question as you stay facing the door. 

You turn around to your bed, your belongings scattered all over. You can’t leave. You can’t.

Not now, not when you know there could still be a chance to be back with her. 

And god, would you do everything and anything to get her back. 

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You wish it took the same amount of time to put back your stuff as it did throwing it on your bed but it didn't. By now it was already reaching midnight. You had fargone going down to eat with the team. It hadn’t taken Bucky long to come up to your room and try to talk you into coming down. But you couldn’t, not with Natasha down there, it didn’t seem right to, not after what happened. It only shocked you when Bucky had then told you that Natasha didn’t go down either, and was refusing to even talk to anyone through her door. They only knew she was in there and alive due to FRIDAY telling them she was.

It broke you all over again. 

How many times was your heart going to break in one day?

You threw the last of your stuff off your bed, feeling too distracted in your thoughts to finish it. You were tired, yet wide awake. Hungry, yet awfully nauseous. Nothing was going to settle you but Natasha. 

You find yourself speaking to FRIDAY, asking if Natasha was awake and still in her room and if she had left to eat something or had something in her room. She was awake and in her room, yet she hadn't left to eat. 

You knew what to do. 

You asked FRIDAY to place an order from your favorite pizza place. One half and half, spicy chicken on one half and pepperoni on the other, along with some chicken wings on the side. It was one of your and Natashas favorite comfort food. It was what was needed right now and you hoped with your whole heart she allowed you in. 

Unsurprisingly the food doesn't take long at all, it never does when you're ordering to the compound. You make sure to double check with FRIDAY if Nat is still awake and she is. 

When you approach her door, you try to tell yourself this is the best thing to do right now. You both need to talk and stretching it out for longer will only make the situation even worse than it already is. So you take a breath, count to 10, remind yourself that this isn’t a stranger. This is someone you have been in love with since the moment you laid eyes on her. 

“Tash?” You knock gently on her door, pressing your ear against to hear any movement, you don’t.

“Natasha, please open the door…” You hear bed covers shuffling around until you see a shadow appear at the small gap at the bottom of the door. 

“I know you're there, I can hear you breathing and I can see your shadow…” Still nothing.

“I have pizza?” You hear the door click. 

She is already back in bed under her covers before you can even fully step into her room. You're always amazed at how fast she can be when she wants to be. 

You move to her slowly, closing the door behind you. Yet you hesitate when you reach her bed. Not knowing if it is now classed as crossing a line to sit on her bed or not. 

She shocks you when she scoots over in the bed and lifts up her covers…

“I…err…I have outside clothes on. You don’t like it when I-”

“You have a t-shirt in the third drawer.” She mutters as she holds her hand out for the pizza box. 

You awkwardly shuffle over to the drawer, finding your t-shirt right away. 

“Do you have any-”

“You can just wear your t-shirt and boxers, it isn’t like I haven't seen you naked before.” Your cheeks flush red, suddenly feeling embarrassed for being so awkward. You don't even understand why you are being like this. You know you came here to talk, that was the only intention, to talk and to try and fix what you broke in the first place. You hurry yourself in changing, before making your way back over to her bed and sliding in beside her. 

You try not to let it bother you when she sits up straighter and leans away from you to put the pizza box in between you both. 

“Why the pizza?” Natasha mutters yet again as she takes a bite of a slice. 

“Thought it could be some kind of peace offering while we talk?” She lets out a breathless chuckle, your body turning to face her quickly, a smile spreading on your own. It’s been too long since you heard her laugh.

“Always knew the way to my heart didn't you…” Your smile drops. Her words flutter through your head once again, ‘but what if love isn’t enough y/n’. You fiddle with the pizza in your hand moving it back to the box as you start to feel nauseous all over again. 

“Sorry, that…I suppose that isn’t fair after what I said earlier…”

“No, no it’s- you're fine. You are right by the way.” You turn to look at her again, her brows furrowed as she puts her slice down, closes the box and moves it to the side table, she moves closer to look at you and you try not to hold your breath. 

“You're right, sometimes love isn’t enough…because love is a feeling and yes those feelings can change but to me the only way they have changed is that they have only become even deeper, but regardless of that, relationships are more than just feelings. They’re also about actions, choices and commitments. And I neglected them, I ruined that by going on that mission. Because you're right again, that mission did ruin me and I know that deep down as much as I thought I needed to go and finish it, I didn’t and it ruined me even more. And because of my own actions and choices, I came back and I had lost the best thing that ever happened to me. I am so sorry for leaving, I am so sorry I destroyed you, I never meant for any of that to happen, I was so lost and I left you behind and that wasn't fair, so I promise Natasha, nothing like this will ever happen again. I’m not leaving, I’m not going anywhere. So yeah, sometimes love isnt enough Tasha, but I promise you this time and for the rest of our lives it will be.” Your voice is clear through your whole mini monologue, staring into her eyes so she knows how truthful you’re being. You need her to know and feel everything you're telling her, you need her to believe you. She stays quiet for a while, tears filling your eyes over the fear of her leaving, the fear of your words and promises not being enough. 

“I wanted you to stay so badly, I just, you have always put me first and I know you have. I get that this mission was hard, god it was such a difficult position for you to be in and I needed you to stay so I knew you were okay. You wouldn’t even let me come, it hurt, you kept pushing me away. You were having nightmares every night and you wouldn’t let me comfort you, I was just stuck. I felt like the person I was in love with was slipping away right in front of me and no matter what I tried to do, it didn't make a difference. And I got in my own head too, I felt like no matter how much I tried to love and look after you it wasn’t enough anymore…I generally thought you fell out of love with me, it was just so confusing. Leaving felt easier than staying and that’s when I knew I didn't have another choice, you know? And I fucked up after…I slept with someone barely a week after you left and that wasn't fair, it isn’t fair. I felt so shit and alone and hurt…I was just in self destruction mode and I know that isn’t an excuse. Just in my head, how I felt, I just wanted and needed to be loved and in the end I ended up feeling awful and dirty…I regret it, with everything in me, I regret everything that happened from the moment you left. But I just didn't know how to handle it? I love you Y/n, I do, I truly love you and I want everything with you, I always have and I always will. I need you to forgive me Y/n, for sleeping with her and ruining this too, I need you to forgive me.” Natasha isn’t very steady with her words, she never had been when it came to herself being vulnerable. Her words stuttered all over the place, tears streaming down her face. It was hard to not pull her into your arms and hold her against your chest, she needed to calm down, or she was going to hyperventilate and that was the last thing she needed right now. 

“Hey, shhh, I forgive you. As much as I hate that it happened, we both can’t change that it did. We weren’t together anymore, the moment I left, we broke up, I know that. I forgive you, Natasha. I forgive you.” You whisper into her ear as you lean down and hold her closer, her body moving to straddle your lap so you can hold her more comfortably. 

“You’re okay. I’m here, you’re here.” You whisper again in her ear, you notice her breathing not calming down, sometimes she is like this after a nightmare and you can only ever get her to breathe properly again doing one thing which you really don't want to do right now. You decide to give her a moment to try and calm down before you have to resort to that. 

You continue to hold her tight, whispering to her that she is okay over and over again. Rocking her back and forth, just anything else you can think of. Yet her breathing only seems to be getting worse. You pull away slightly, pulling her face in front of yours. You notice instantly that she isn’t here with you right now, your body goes into overdrive. Standing up and wrapping her legs around your waist, moving her quickly into the bathroom. You step into her shower and make sure you are holding her properly, if you falter your hold you will drop her from the way she is about to move. You flick on the shower and you’re instantly met with her arms flying out and her body tensing as the water falls over her. Natasha’s breathing gets even faster for a moment before she takes a massive deep breath and starts to slow down, her body sagging as she closes her eyes. It still takes her a few moments under the cold water until she fully controls her breathing and allows herself to fall even more into my arms and shivers from the cold.

You turn the shower off, being rewarded with a kiss to your neck as you get out and wrap a towel around her. Moving her back into her bedroom, grabbing her new clothes to wear. Natasha whines when you go to move her, but allows you to finally put her down onto her own feet. Your hand lands on her cheek, pressing a lingering kiss onto her forehead. 

“You should get changed, or you’ll just get more cold. And I should probably go…” You feel guilty saying that after everything that has just happened but you feel like staying will only give off the wrong impression. Natasha stays quiet as you turn to leave, you see her in the corner of your eye take off her t-shirt, being met with her bare back…

“Stay? Please?” Your breath hitches as you turn back to face her, her t-shirt still not covering her body. She leans down, taking her underwear off and then moving towards you. Natasha stands in front of you, your eyes trying their hardest not to stray from her face. Natasha’s hands move to the bottom of your wet t-shirt, slowly bringing it up and over your head and it meets hers on the floor. You try your hardest to ignore the twinge in your boxers, but it becomes difficult when her hands move lower and she slowly starts to pull them down off of you too. 

She stays standing in front of you, pushing her body to press against yours. Her hands reach for yours to wrap around her body. It’s been too long since you’ve felt her skin against yours. 

It feels like coming home. 

You hold her tight against you, your breathing matching hers as she stands on her tiptoes to press her face into your neck. 

You reach your hands lower, moving underneath her ass to pick her up, she wraps her legs around your waist perfectly and you choose to ignore the moan that releases from her mouth when her core touches your stomach. 

You move back into the bedroom, laying her down gently onto the bed and placing yourself between her legs. Your forehead rests against her own, taking in the warmth and feeling of her body all over again. It had been 6 months since you had both been intimate with one another. 6 months of not feeling her pressed against you. 

Natasha’s hand touches your cheek delicately, pulling you down slowly to meet her lips. 

You kiss her eagerly, like she is the only thing able to bring you back to life, and honestly that felt true. 

The kiss only intensified, lust filling both of you as Natasha wraps her legs around you and pulls you to be flat against her. Her hips grinding up into you, your member poking her entrance, you try your hardest to hold back a groan but she has so much power over you. 

“I need you y/n, I want you so badly…” Natasha mumbles against your lips, her grinding continuing to work you up even more. You want and need her too, in every way imaginable. 

You move your kisses down her body, leaving mark after mark as you make your way down her neck, breasts and stomach. 

You press soft kisses into Natashas inner thighs, her whining making fire spread throughout your body. Your first lick is gentle, soft, tender, but when her hands grip your hair as she grinds herself hard into your face, you already know there is no time for slow, teasing movements. 

Natasha mewls as you continue to eat her out, your hands falling from her waist to gather her slick at her entrance, your fingers teasing her as you suck hard on her clit. Natashas moans continue to spread around the room, louder and louder, your brain going fuzzy as her moans consume you. 

“Fu-ckkk, I’m-I’m cu-cuming!” Natasha shouts as her orgasm floods through her, her back arching off the bed while her thighs hold a tight grip around your head, your movements slowing down to help her through the high. 

When she finally falls back onto the bed, her thighs loosening, you slowly move away from her, pressing more kisses onto her inner thigh as you make your way back up her body. Her breathing is still erratic but it doesn’t stop her from pulling you down back into a feverish kiss, her tongue pressing into your mouth as she breathes harshly. ‘I love you’s’ falling into both of your mouths as she starts to grind her hips back up into you. 

Natasha pulls her legs from your sides, moving them in between your own as she pulls away from your kisses. A smirk lining her face as she leans forward to press a teasing kiss onto the corner of your mouth before she turns over onto her hands and knees. Her ass pressing back up into you, making a groan fall from your mouth. 

“Fuck Tasha, are you trying to kill me…” You manage to breathe out as you press your hard on against her, your eyes zoning in on her back as she arches perfectly into the bed. 

You don't give her time to react as you rub your cock against her, lubricating yourself up before you push in. Her breath hitches as you push yourself fully in, your hips meeting her ass. Her walls squeezing you tightly, making your own eyes fall shut, you might cum just like this. 

“Shhhittt! Fuck Y/n!” Natasha grunts as her body falls down, the only thing keeping her up being the tight grip you have on her hips. 

You start slowly, already feeling so overwhelmed just being inside her. Her walls are so tight, making it harder for you to even pull out, choosing to lower her and yourself so she is flat against the bed. Your body covering hers as you press your face into her neck, peppering kisses into it, lingering near her mouth as you continue to move your hips. 

Breathless moans continuously fall from Natashas lips, the sound turning you on even more, your hips finally speeding up, pulling louder moans as you pound your hips into her.

“FUCK! Shiiii- I love you, fuckkkk I love you so much!” Natasha moans into your mouth as she pulls your face against hers. Your hips somehow moving impossibly faster and harder, her words spurring you on. 

“Ughhhh, you're taking me so well, being such a good girl!” You pulled away from her lips, biting into her neck as you felt yourself getting so close to release, it only helps when Natasha keeps whimpering into your ear, her ass pushing back into you despite the difficult angle for her. 

“Babyyyy, I’m gonna, fuck I’m- UGHHH” Natasha screams as her body tenses, her walls sucking you in as she pulses around you. 

“Shit! Fucking hell!!!” You shout, your hips stuttering as you cum deep inside of Natasha. Your grinding continues as you help ride out both of your highs. You can see the sweat dripping down Natashas back, and you can feel the sweat dripping down your own. Natasha continues to clench around you, her body slowly untensing as you go to pull out of her. 

You flop yourself onto your back next to Nat, groaning as your back meets the bed. Natasha hums as she leans closer, pressing deep kisses onto your shoulder and over your chest as she goes to straddle your lap. 

You let her move over you, knowing her intentions just by the type of kisses she leaves on you. Her hand going down to grab you, jerking you up and down, getting you hard all over again as she lowers herself onto you. You gasp, feeling hot all over as you meet her warm sex. Natasha relaxes onto you, her chest meeting your own as her lips attach to yours. 

“I love you so much…I’m sorry for everything that happened…” She mumbles against your lips.

“I’m sorry too baby, fuck…I’m sorry too, never again, none of this is ever going to happen again. SHit, I love you so much!” You groan as she starts to roll her hips all over again, working you up just to stop. 

“Promise me, promise me that love is enough sometimes…” 

“I promise baby, I promise it is, but this time it’s going to be so much more than love, I promise!” You groan yet again as her hips start grinding deeper, her kisses getting more intense as you finish talking. 

“Good, now show me how much you mean it again…”

[yllwjktscult]

(Un)lucky- a blessing or a curse? pt.1/?. A yellowjackets fanfic

!!! disclaimer- english is NOT my native language so there for sure will be grammar mistakes!!!

edit: made a playlist for this fic so you can feel worse🥰🫶🏻 -> here

edit: next chapter -> here

!!platonic yellowjackets x reader!! but! it MIGHT be romantic one later on, i still dont know if i want to make it romantic or nah (if yes it would be lottie x reader or lottienat x reader but fr i dunno yet)

WC: 4.8k

TW: depression, suicide thoughts, anxiety, psych institute, mention of selfharm, alcohol, drugs and overdose. In short, this whole ff is a TW itself. It is not a HAPPY fiction, at the end there might be happiness but not for the first few chapters:,) so if you are looking for a happy fic, LEAVE 😭 you have been warned sweetie🥹

AN: However if you STILL want to read this cause you are interested, i am putting a trigger warning to where the selfharm or overdose will be talked about, you can skip that part:] its not detailed, but it could trigger someone, so just in case it will be there.

Also! lmfao the drawing was made poorly at 3 am, but it fullfills the purpose of what i tried to describe and had in my mind soo, just dont look at it too much (its picture with a lots of lines so it would look like a drawing, i was so f lazy to actually draw the whole thing, i admit)

also i see this as 3-4 part story, but dunno yet, we will see🙂‍↕️

anyway enjoy this shitty fanfic🫶🏻

(Un)lucky to you, you couldnt go with yellowjackets, to go with them to nationals, due to getting a horrible flu 2 days before they were supposed to fly.

You werent on the team, but you were their "lucky charm" as they loved to call you. Each time you went to their game, they won.

They were your friends, close friends even.

Till this day you dont know if getting sick was a luck or curse.

Thats why you are now curled up in a ball in your bed in a psych ward institute, feeling empty and lonely after another electro shock therapy that you have been getting a lot lately.

A single tear fell down your face as you hugged your knees to your chest more.

You cant believe its been over a year since they were proclaimed dead and since your life took a turn upside down. When everything turned dark. Since you lost yourself. You still remember that day like it was yesterday, even tho its been a year since your breakdown and when the hell started. A loop you cant escape.

You closed your eyes as you curled up more into a ball, hugging your knees as you repeated "they are dead, they are dead" all over again. Thats what they have been telling you for months anyway, especially after electro shock therapy when you are the most vulnerable and easily to be manipulated during the few minutes after it.

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(flashback)

Its been a month since their plane got lost somewhere on their way to nationals.

You couldnt sleep, coulnt eat and were checking news every single moment you could. Hoping, no scratch that, you were WISHING to hear that they found them all alive and healthy. You felt in your heart that they are alive, you feel it..

You grabbed Lotties hoodie she lent you when you were cold one time on one of their games, its an ugly blue and yellow color, significant to your highschool (p1), but you were happy to wear it that time due to too being cold. You never returned it, and honestly you didnt even want to, its not like Lottie minded that. Nat gave you one of her old school team jacket (p2) too so you are warm, you were shivering like a chichuana that night because you just wore a tshirt and a flannel as you sat on bleachers cheering for them as you always did, they all laughed at your shivering state that time, but were smiling at you with pure adoration. Taissa gave you her beanie (p3) so you arent that cold.

They all adored you, you might have not been on the team, but sure they treated you like you were. After all, you all were friends and loved each other.

With a sad smile you put the hoodie on and as well the jacket, its raining today and you have this weird feeling inside of your chest, like anxiety and no matter how much you try to shake it off, you cant. You just shruggled it off, its probably the lack of sleep, stress, sadness and lack of energy in your body since you dont eat that much ever since they went missing. All you can focus is "what happened to them and where are they".

You wore Lotties hoodie and Nats jacket for the past month almost on daily basis as a form of comfort.

You couldnt check the news today like you always did before going to school due to being late, so with a quick motion you grabbed your backpack from the ground and went to school with this uncomfortable feeling in your chest, clinging onto the clothes of your lost friends, deep in your thoughts.

As you walked to school you could see some of you classmates giving you those sad looks you grow to get used to over the past month. Everyone in school knew how close you were to them. And everyone knew you didnt take the news well. But today, they were different, they felt different, they were filled with guilt and pity.

The weird feeling in your chest grew more intense the more you get closer, it felt like a gut feeling that something is wrong as you took steps closer to the school front door.

Hugging the jacket closer to your body as you went thru the front door and met with more looks like the ones outside. You knew something is not right.

"Everyone please meet im gym in 10 minutes" was heard from the announcement thru the reproductor from the principal office, she only uses this when theres something important. The uncomfortable feeling grew in extreme now, your chest tightening, your fingers getting cold, a lump in your throat forming in your chest and you are getting nauseous.

You didnt like this feeling, not at all. Its the same one you had, when you got caught cheating on your test in sixth grade.

As you sat on the gym bleachers in the front row due to being the only empty spaces avaible, everyone was whispering, but you couldnt make out what it was, you felt uncomfortable with all those stares.

"Hello everyone" said the principal into the microphone as the rest of the teachers stand next to her with sad eyes and serious expressions. And you knew something is not right.

"As most of you know, today, our beloved yellowjackets, coach Scott and coach Marinez with his sons and pilots were proclaimed dead after one month of intense searching of their missing plane" the principal said with a sad tone as she looked around.

Your heart stopped, your whole body freezing at her words. Your breath stoping mid breath take. You couldnt believe what you were hearing. No, they are not dead. They cant be. They are alive.

You feel them. You still feel the connection.

You stand from your seat "w-what? n-no they cant be dead, they are NOT dead" you said with a shaky voice snd disbelief written all over your face as you looked at the principal ignoring the sad pity expression of your classmates and teachers "t-they are NOT dead. I- I can feel them" you pointed at your heart "t-they are not dead" you repeated. "They cant be dead" you whispered as your eyes filled with tears and the feeling that you had since morning overtaking your body completely.

The principal looked at you with sad expression and said into a microphone "i know its hard to believe, but they proclaimed them dead an hour ago sweetie. Im so sorry, i know they were your best friends" she finished with a sad smile looking at you.

Your whole world stopped and started spiralling when the news set in .

You could feel your heart pounding in your ears, a slow heartbeat. A ringing in your ears grow higher. Coldness going thru your body, fingertips being ice cold and knees growing weak.

The uncomfortable feeling in your chest grew to a point you could feel it in your veins as you started hypervilating. All those memories of your friends filling your brain, all those moments you laughed, moments you shared, moments of when you were just happy filling your brain as tears starts to roll down your face as you repeated "no" all over again and before you even knew it, you fall down on your knees with shaky hands clutching the jacket that you wore and belonged to Nat like your life depended on it as you rocked yourself back and forth on your knees.

You didnt know that you were having a breakdown. You didnt know that this moment was your last day of peace.

A last day, when you were you.

You didnt know you fell into a psychosis that will last a for months.

Before you knew it, the principal went from the stage with other teachers right next to you, trying to calm you down even when they were panicking inside, but it didnt work out, they couldnt help you to calm down, so they called an ambulance that took you to hospital, where you got sedatives and stayed a day and night in there.

The next 2 months were in blur, you were either drunk or high on drugs. Constantly out of your mind. Running from your thoughts, hallucinations and feelings. You barely spoke to anyone, unless it was someone who gave you drugs or someone who would bought you alcohol. When you were in school, you were barely present, you were physically there, but mentally you were somewhere else. Your grades dropped drastically, but you could care less. The pain and emptiness was just too much for you to bear, so you drowned them in alcohol, drugs and sleepless nights you sometimes shared with strangers who offered you those things you couldnt get due to being underage in exchange of funny business with them. You didnt care anymore so you did it. Even tho you hated it. But thats what you deserved, you thought. You deserved to hate yourself.

You did everything you could to stop the empty feeling in your chest. The feeling of missing your friends. The guilt of being alive when they are not. The guilt of not being able to do anything about it. The guilt to be able to breathe and live your life when they cant. You knew they were alive, you KNEW it. You feel it. You still feel them. Even after 3 months since they went missing. You felt it in your heart and gut, that they are alive.

As you left the bed of one of the guys from college you met just 3 hours ago and dont even remember his name, the one who bought you alcohol and drugs. You grabbed Lotties hoodie that you wear basically on daily basis now from the ground and put your jeans back on yourself and you left his room.

!! (tw:mention of selfharm and overdose) !!

When you got home, you felt all those feelings again. The alcohol and drugs are not enough anymore. They last just for a few hours now. They last few hours before you start seeing them again, or randomly hearing them calling you, telling you they are alive.

The things that helped you escape for the last 3 months are not enough anymore.

As you sit on your bed, looking into nothing, completely wasted, tired, helpless, lost and just done with pretending everything is okay. You looked to your left, knowing the razor is there, you put it under your book to hide it from your parents.

You standed up, took the book into your hand, looking at the shiny razor that the moon was shining at, making it more pleasant and beautiful than any other days.

You gently grabbed it in between your fingers and putting the book into its previous position.

Sitting back into your bed, playing with the razor in your hands, thinking whether you should do it or no.

You knew it would be an escape. You could be with your friends again if you just did it.

You wanted to do it so badly. You wanted the pain to stop forever, you wanted to be free from all of it, and not just for a few hours.

But you couldnt, the feeling in your gut telling you that they are still alive is still there.

With a sigh and one swift move, lotties hoodie is off your body, making you sit on your bed just in your bra and jeans.

You looked at your body, seeing all those old and new scars and cuts you made over the last 2 months. You were punishing yourself.

Only if you werent sick you could have been with them. Either dead, but with them or whenever the hell are they now. With tears in your eyes you cut yourself again and again and again, until your brain was satisfied with it, like you did in the past few weeks. Making a slight relieve from the mental pain with a physical one.

This wasnt the moment that lead you to psych ward where you were for over a year.

No.

It was your overdose that happened few weeks after this.

You overdosed accidentally at a party few weeks later and you were so close to the end of the misery, but (un)lucky to you, someone called an ambulance on the party you sneaked with the same guy from college.

You woke up the next day in hospital, where your parents were with you. Your mother crying as she held your hand waiting for you to wake up snd your father with stoic face snd guilt snd hurt flashing in his eyes.

Unknown to you, your parents were informed about your cuts and scars all over your body that you were hiding. And even all the drugs and other things in your system.

(end of mentioned selfharm and overdose)

That day, your father decided you are going into a psych ward. They both saw how their child is destroying herself in front of their eyes. They both knew you were hurting, still believing your friends are alive. You told them few times you randomly saw them, talked to them or even felt them. But they werent here.

It was just your brain playing tricks.

(end of flashback)

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And thats where you are now, 19 months after the plane crashed. In a psych ward, because your life ended the day your friends were proclaimed dead.

Dead without you being able to tell them you loved them. Without hugging them last time. Without seeing their faces one more time.

After months of therapy, after multiple shock therapy and other tortuous ways you rather forgot. You started believing they are indeed dead. Its been couple of weeks since you gave up. Since you, for the first time being locked here, told your therapist 'they are dead' in defeated voice as you started believing.

Knowing you will never get a closure of what happened to them. The plane was never found, their bodies were never found. There still was a chance, but then again, its been 19 months..

They are dead.

You accepted it.

You accepted, that they are never coming back. That your friends are never coming back.

That you will never see their faces again.

You will never tell Lottie you liked her more than a best friend should.

You will never listen to your favourite bands new music with Natalie as you always did.

Never tell a new joke to Van.

Never ask Jackie for her opinion about clothes.

Never show your drawings to Shauna.

Never talk about your random thoughts with Misty.

Never talk about your new view of bible with Laura Lee.

Never ask about opinion to Taissa when you needed her to give you a realistic point of view.

And never hear a sarcastic remark from Mari again..

You were officially defeated. You accepted that they are gone and as well your old self.

You accepted all of that few weeks ago in a therapy session, you were forced to say it out loud, write it and say each girls name with "x is dead and never coming back. She died in a plane crash'.

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Now you are sitting in a common area, drawing as you listen to the television news. Not paying attention to it at all. You felt dead inside, empty and defeated. You were sketching, feeling a little happy that you were allowed to do that again.

You werent allowed near anything that could cause you harm unless you were under vision of someone, usually your therapist or a guard.

You didnt know what privacy is at this point.

You grew attached to one of the guards in here. Her name is Martha, a 50 year old lady who was sweet to you.

She, even tho she shouldnt, after almost every electro shock therapy you got and was there, went to your room and was with you until you fell asleep, rubbing your back, telling you random stories and sometimes sneaked a lollipop to you.

Life sucked, but Martha was shoving sympathy and giving you comfort you havent felt in months. She knew why you are here. She was there the whole time of your stay in the psych ward.

You didnt talk to anyone.

After your overdose you went kind of nonverbal.

Barely speaking.

You still dont talk that much.

You dont want to talk, you lost your will and has no desire to talk. But with Martha, you sometimes talk.

"Breaking news the girl soccer team Yellowjackets that went missing 19 months ago was found alive. They were found in canadian wilderness in critical condition. Only few of them survived"

The voice of the guy in the news cathed your attention as you eyes shot back into the screen of the television from your sketch book.

He was at the airpot and you saw few of them walking out of the plane. A very small amount of people wearing black hoodies over their heads as security hid them from paparazzi and cameras.

You looked at Martha with wide eyes, shaky hands and Martha looked at you with pure shock and panic from across the room as she started walking to you. She knew you will not take that well.

"d-did you see that t-too or im going crazy again?" you asked above whisper with a shaky voice as you started panicking inside, tears filling your eyes as you started breaking the pencil in your grip as you looked at Marthas face with tears.

You were getting better, you havent had a hallucinations in months. You havent seen their faces for months. You thought you were getting better..

Martha pulled you into a hug and started rubbing your back, holding you tightly, trying to calm you down, not wanting you to go into a psychosis again or getting a breakdown or hurting yourself again (you were put on a suicide watch couple of time during the few months there, thats why you werent allowed to be near anything sharp).

"yes i did, you are not crazy sweetheart. You were right the whole time" she held you close to her chest as she whispered with panic and disbelief in her face that you couldnt see as other guards ran to you both.

Same expression on their faces.

But they knew the protocol, they knew that they had to sedate you in order to calm you down.

The whole personal knew about you. After all, you were the youngest patient in here. They knew why you were here and they all saw you how defeated you were for weeks now.

How broken you become.

You were still alive but dead inside. You were a walking corpse for weeks after you admitted that your friends are dead. You became the last problematic patient here. You did ehat you were told, you didnt argue, you didnt fight, and you took your medication without any tricks (for a few months there you didnt take it, you kept it hidden in your mouth or throw it up afterwards). They were seeing your hope/life leave your body completely.

Which made some of them heart break. When you first got there, you were snappy. You used to talk in your room to yourself, saying the girls name, pretending like they are here (you saw them, due to hallucination), you were fighting against the guards when they had to take you to electro shock therapy. You were fighting with therapist and telling everyone that they are alive for months. So seeing you so defeated and so broken made some of them feel bad. They knew the things they had to do, they knew that some of the treatment wasnt even legal, but they HAD to go thru the protocol. After all, this was the most prestigious psych ward near Wiskayok.

The guards look at Martha and she looked at them as she held you closer 'im so sorry sweetie, you know we need to' all you could do is just to nod, you were done fighting back. After all they all just did their job and you needed to feel calm, knowing you would crash out if you didnt get that sedatives, so you cling to Martha and closing your eyes.

Wanting this feeling to go away.

They were dead. They were dead and you didnt hallucinate them for months, so why now?

One of the guards put the syringe with sedatives into your shoulder whispering a silent sorry.

You woke up in your bed, chained down. With a sigh as you knew why. Martha and you talked a lot. Well, technically she talked and you listened and sometimes answered or asked a question. She told you, that if theres a huge trigger for a patient and it gets triggered, theres a protocol they need to follow. They sedate the patient and meanwhile they are out, they chain them into their bed, so they wouldnt hurt themselves or others.

"oh my sweet girl" Marthas sweet voice breaks your thoughts as you look at her with this hollow look you keep giving everyone for weeks. Martha sits next to your bed as she holds your cheek, rubbing it gently as her eyes are filled with tears.

"you were right the whole time" she smiles at you "you were never crazy, my poor little girl" a single tear falls down her cheek.

You hated seeing her like this, so with a horsed voice you answered her which made her heart swell even more.

"no i was not, they were dead. They are dead. They died when the plane crashed"

you said with empty eyes.

"but they found them, they are ali-" Martha couldnt finish the sentence because you cut her off.

"No Martha, they are dead. They dont exist anymore. They died 19 moths ago"

Martha just nodded before she was called somewhere else. Leaving you all alone, chained to your bed.

You were telling the truth tho. They died. They are dead. Those girls are not the same ones you once knew. They are different people. Even if they survived, they are dead. Same as you. Even tho, you are breathing. You died the day when they were proclaimed dead 18 months ago a month after they dissapiered.

All you could feel was nothing. After all those electro shocks you went thru, all those horrible treatments, and all those medicaments you started taking, you lost all your emotions. All you could feel is emptiness, a hollow hole inside your chest. You mourned them and gave them your goodbye weeks ago, or even months ago now. You dont know how long its been.

You dont even feel happy that you were right about them being alive the whole time. You dont feel anything really. You just laid in the bed like a lifeless body, staring into nothing. With this empty feeling in your chest you have had for months now.

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Couple weeks later, you were sketching in your sketchbook again with Martha by your side as you both sat at a table, your legs criss crossed, wearing the ugly psych ward white clothes you have on yourself for more than a year now. You havent spoke a word for weeks now. Last time you did speak, was like 2 days after the news in television, asking Martha to tell you who were the survivors.

When she told you it was Lottie, Nat, Taissa, Van, Misty, Travis and Shauna all you did was just nod.

You are sketching in your book with this empty look in your face you have had for months. Martha sitting by your side watching you.

You enjoy her company a lot, she provides you comfort in some way. Sometimes you wonder if your paths would cross if it wasnt for you being a patient in a psych ward she works for. But who knows.

That was before Martha looked in front of her, where standed Lottie in her outside clothes with two guards by her side.

Marthas eyes widen and looked at you in panic.

Lottie sat next to you on a chair. Her heart breaking at the sigh of you, still not noticing her presence yet. You looked empty inside.

Unknown to you, after few weeks after they got rescued, each one of them asked about you after they got more comfortable to get back into society. They wondered why you havent reached out to them. Why you havent showed up. It was so unlike you and it made them wonder. After they all were done with doctors and therapy sessions. Their parents told them what happened to you (Lottie told Nat). They told them how you had a crash out, overdosed on drugs and got put into a psych ward where you have been staying for over a year.

Lottie asked her father for more details, demanding to know where you are. All of them wanted to know your current situation.

So when Lottie found from her father and read your file, she told everyone. They all couldnt believe that their friend, who was so full of life, their "sunshine" their "lucky charm" and someone who brought so much comfort and love, ended up like this. They all read the file. Their heart breaking at the details of it.

They all wanted to visit you, but they didnt want to make your situation worse. They all wanted to hug you, they all wanted to tell you how much they missed you, how they thought of you during the 19 months out there and how much it meant to them, that you didnt give up on them being alive. They just wanted to give you the love you always gave them. But they knew, they cant do that, yet.

So thats why Lottie is now sitting next to you, staring at you with this face you grew so familiar with in here. A look of guilt, pity and sadness.

Martha still didnt say anything, she was just staring at you and Lottie. The guards were near and ready to jump if it was needed.

"hey.." said Lottie quietly, her heart breaking at the sigh of you. You looked so broken, you looked like a child. So innocent snd so broken. Your eyes were empty, your face emotionless as you drew into your sketchbook.

"hey" you said quietly without looking at her as you continued to draw.

"whatchu drawing" Lottie asked gently as she looked at the drawing. She wanted to say so much, she wanted to hug you so badly, but she was informed by the psych crew to not do that.

Without a word you pulled the sketchbook to her, showing her the drawing as you finally looked at her.

And Lotties heart broke even more. Your beautiful eyes that once held so much life and love, were now empty, filled with pain and sadness. The dark circles under your eyes and visible weight loss since the last time she saw you broke her heart and it took everything in her not to pull you into a thigh hug.

"its beautiful" Lottie said with shaking voice as she tried not to cry as she looked at the drawing and then at you again.

Martha put a hand on your shoulder

"Sweetheart, its time for your pills" she said gently, rubbing her hand on your shoulder.

You looked at her "okay" you answered her quietly, as your grabbed your sketchbook and standed up, looking at Lottie with this empty eyes of yours. You thought for a moment before you ripped the page and gave it to her.

"You liked it maam, keep it" you said before you started walking away to where you get the pills. Leaving Lottie flabbergasted, confused and heartbroken with Martha and the one of the guards leaving right behind you, just in case. And the other one staying to escort Lottie back.

Lottie looked at the drawing and heart swelling, until Martha broke the silence. Putting a hand on her shoulder.

"Im so sorry sweetie, she does not recognise you. You dont look like the way she remembers you. She thinks you are a stranger" Martha says with a gentle voice and Lottie has to keep everything in her to not cry.

"how?" Lottie asks above a whisper as she looks at the drawing thats in her hands.

"its probably all the electro shocks she went thru sweetie, it fucked her brain and memory. She does not even remember her favourite color" Martha says sadly with a gentle tone as she rubs her thumb over her shoulder. Trying to comfort Lottie as much as she can.

After Lottie leaves the psych ward, the rest is waiting outside for Lottie. When they see Lotties state, they knew it went badly.

"how is she?" asked Misty hopefully even tho she knew its probably a stupid thing to ask, she read your file, they all did.

Lottie without a word runs and hugs Nat tightly and cries into her shoulder "she does not remember me, she didnt recognised me at all. She called me maam" Lottie sobs into Nats shoulder.

Everyone gets quiet at that, letting the words set in.

"w-what do you mean?" Taissa asks with a tone that cant be even identified.

"T-they said its the electroshocks, that they fucked her brain and memory. She doesnt even know her favourite color" Lottie wipes her tears and hands them the drawing.

They all feel sad as they sees it.

Its a drawing, a detailed one. Its a memory of you all, well, technically a picture you took with your camera of the memory. It was after one of the games they won. Their faces were blurred out, but they all could tell which one was who, the faces might be smuggled, but they knew it was them (p4). It was identical to that photo.

"oh god.." Van puts a hand over her mouth, looking up to the sky as she tries not to cry.

Nat eyes fills with tears and her mouth slightly open. Shauna is looking at the picture with every emotion going thru her head and Taissa and Misty are loss of words.

(to be continued...)

the drawing:

(just try and pretend its good okay?😭 i tried my best for it to look like a drawing)

tagging as i promised when i will post it, so you dont miss it @priyajoyy @zhivaxo 🫶🏻

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Please remember this is a fiction and its just pure imagination of my sick mind (so some things will not be 100% correct to the original yllwjks story and as well some of the things i will write in this story, aka how psych ward works, i have never been in one as a patient, however i did visit one, so its not 100% accurate, so keep it in mind🫶🏻)

i just hope you enjoyed my sad ass writting (it will get worse)

[jinuaei]

I can offer you an idea of ​​yandere alastor.. What would it be like if alastor as a child knew the reader... Like I imagine alastor as a child not knowing how to act properly like a human, and the reader as a good best friend helping him seems more human (and not because the child reader is scared of him) ... Actually, what would happen?

Wrote this instead of working on my finals hope you enjoyed it!

Yandere! Alastor x Childhood friend! Reader

Warning: Animal death, blood, its YANDERE

WC: ~1.5k

Charlie dragged the whole hotel for another ‘trust’ session, this time, she had the great idea for the sinners to share stories from when they were alive. Granted, some of them were eager to share, namely Nifty and Angel Dust, Husk would share some here or there, although it's mostly due to Charlie and Angel pushing him to. Alastor on the other hand kept quiet during the whole ordeal, until the topic of childhood friends came up.

“I had a childhood friend once, such a sweetheart. Wouldn't leave me alone to play with others!,” Alastor let the statement linger in the air, casually sipping on his coffee. 

The other members of the Hotel look aat him with mouths agape, shocked and surprised at the fact that THE Alastor, Radio Demon, Dealmaker, HAD FRIENDS? Moreover, a childhood friend?? Someone stayed friends with him since they were children???

“Don't look at me like I am incapable of having proper friendships, and no, you cannot ask them about me as a child because they're simply not a sinner! Oh imagine my disappointment when I didn't find them down here,” his eyes glazed over in slight rage as he thought about how you weren't here.

Very disappointing that I will never be able to hold my beloved again. What I would do to be able to chain them to my side once more…

“Well don't leave us hangin’, whose this sweetheart of you’s?,” the white spider interjected.

He tells them your name, sighing dreamily as he starts to reminisce about the times you were together when you were children.

You were the child of one of his momma's clients, a bubbly little thing, always eager to play with him regardless of how cold he is to you. 

His momma was your family's personal tailor, and by God were you a spoiled little thing. Every week you would ask for 2-3 outfits to be created for you, although it looked more like costumes than everyday wear but he doesn't complain, as long as your family treated him and his momma with respect.

Nonetheless, he refuses to be close to you, considering you as a bother, but of course, he would never admit that to you, lest he wants his momma to get in trouble. 

He hasn't always looked forward to when his momma brings him to your house, namely due to you clinging to him every time you meet. There's one thing in your mansion that he’s quite fond of though, once he manages to escape from your grasp, he sneaks into the woods behind your house, gazing at all the wildlife roaming around your property.

One time, he found an injured bird crying close to him, it tried to get away from him but he eventually caught it in a tight grip, it chirped and cried but Alastor just gripped tighter and tighter until, pop! 

Blood trailed down his hands and onto the forest floor below, unbeknownst to him, he had a huge grin on his face, too pleased with the mutilation of the poor bird. A gasp resonates behind him and he quickly drops the bird, face stilling at the fact that he got caught.

When he turned his body to you, your eyes were full of tears staring at his hands that he didn't bother to hide. He prepared himself to hunt you down to make sure you wouldn't tattle on his momma but your next words made him stop in place.

“Are you okay???” you rushed to his side, pulling out a handkerchief and started to wipe off the blood coating his stained hand.

In response, the child looked at you aghast, stupefied at the concern you were showing, marking yourself vulnerable to the predator towering over your much shorter build. He could kill you if he could, he can lie and tell your parents that a bear found both of you and killed you, that he tried to save you but was unable to. But then again… as you fret over him, a thought passes through his mind. 

You are too kind for your own good, just like momma. Don't worry I’ll protect you.

Alastor raises the now somewhat clean hand, and he notes how you didn't even flinch at it, and just looked at him with your wide, innocent eyes. The hand lowers to pat you on the head, ruffling your hair a little bit.

“I am fine, I tried to save a bird but it was too hurt to be saved,” he shows off the bird, face devoid of any emotions.

You frowned at it and suddenly went on your knees and started digging a grave with your hands.

Alastor furrowed his eyebrows and questioned what you were doing, you responded with, “I’m digging a grave for the birdie, I don't want them to die without a proper burial.”

The boy helped you after a few moments of silence. Once you were done, you clasped your hands together, covered in dirt and blood,  silently looking at him to do the same. Look at you, as a child of a rich man you shouldn't be on your knees covering yourself in filth, but perhaps he should indulge his angel for a little bit. 

As you started praying he couldn't help but let the bitterness consume his mind. God wouldn't care about frivolous things like this, prayers do nothing, if it did, how come he and his momma are still at the mercy of that monster of a man he calls his father?

“Amen.”

You offer your filthy hand to him, gazing at him with a smile that could rival the sun. Perhaps the only good thing that God has done, is sending down an angel for him to play with.

“You should smile more, you look very pretty,” he raises an eyebrow at that, startled by your bluntness. Admittedly, he can feel himself flush at your compliment.

“Do you like it when I smile?” he hums, taking your hand. Both of you started to walk back to your manor.

“I do! Mommy always said ‘you’re never fully dressed without a smile’ and that's why I always smile!”

“Then I'll smile a lot for you,” he tried to smile, but it looked more like a grimace.

“You're doing it wrong! It's like this,” you show off your smile, toothy and wide.

He tries again and ultimately fails, you pout at him cutely when he failed, and he couldn't help but smile, genuinely smile at that. In response you shout out ‘like that!’, and start vibrating in excitement that you managed to make him smile.

It was almost nightfall when you eventually managed to get home safely, albeit covered in dirt and grime. What greeted you both were your father, stressed beyond belief, and his mother, on the verge of tears. They both rushed to you guys and hugged the both of you, fretting and scolding at how worried they are, they asked you and Alastor what happened and you, being the loudmouth you are, told them the story that you know.

Both adults are relieved to hear that you both are safe, they rushed you to clean yourselves up. Ever since then, Alastor has been looking forward to every visit they had to your house. And every single visit has been a learning moment for him, day by day he learns what you like and what you don't like. 

You like gentlemen? The next time you meet, he offers you his arm to hold. Do you like poetry? He memorizes your favourite poems to recite whenever you're bored. Do you like food and cooking? He begs his momma to teach him her infamous Jambalaya and other comfort foods to cook for you.

Alastor molded himself to become your ideal man, the most perfect gentleman that ever existed in your life. But then…

“Then what...? But then what??” Angel exclaimed when Alastor trailed off with a cliffhanger. Everyone leaned towards him, captivated by the story he shared. He smiles cryptically, but still doesn't respond.

“Oh well, it seems like it's almost supper time, I should work on it, wouldn't want to be late for dinner hmm?”

Everyone collectively groaned at the cliffhanger, they wanted to know what happened after, but they couldn't complain much lest they want to be part of Alastor's radio broadcast.

Alastor turns away from them, humming to himself as he walks towards where the kitchen is.

But then you had to die as a saint. You had to marry that disgusting excuse of a man you called your husband, and now he killed you. My beloved, was I not enough? Was I not perfect for you? You would have been safe if you were with me… Don't worry, I made sure that ‘husband’ of yours regretted ever hurting you. May this be an offering to my angel.

A haunting scream pierces through hell, amplified by the speakers scattered around the pride ring.

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[seinahirai]

『 You Like It When I Ride It 』(Bada Lee x Reader)

summary: you have a wet dream and wake up to find yourself accidentally grinding against your girlfriend’s thigh. good thing she doesn’t mind, though.

word count: 1.1k

contents: smut, somnophilia, dom!bada, sub!reader, thigh riding, praising, slight degradation, porn without plot, slight fluff at the end, no use of “y/n”

authors note: this is the first time i’m posting one of my works publicly since like 2020, please be kind! this wasn’t supposed to be my first post, but the bada writing community has been a little dry lately so i wanted to help a bit. (also, i quite literally acted out these positions with my pillow to make sure i describe them correctly 😭 enjoy)

you woke up late at night to a wet feeling in between your legs. you were cuddled up on top of bada, your head laying on her chest. your legs were parted, your right leg resting next to hers while the other was spread over bada’s waist.

you only realize the position you’re in when you feel a firm feeling pressing on your clit through your thin pajama pants.

you suck in a breath, looking down at your bottom half, and just like you assumed, you had been grinding against bada’s knee in your sleep.

you try to think for a second, wondering what could have happened in your sleep to prompt you to start grinding on your girlfriend’s knee, but your thoughts are cut short when bada begins to shift around in her sleep, her knee briefly brushing against your clit once more, and you let out a moan mixed with shock and pleasure.

that’s when you realize, you’re dripping wet.

the thin material of your shorts have done nothing to prevent your wetness from soaking through and onto bada’s sweatpants.

you try to look up at bada, but you are unable to due to the hand she has on your head, holding you in place firmly, even in her sleep.

“fuck.” you breath out, gulping as you lightly tap your girlfriend’s side.

“baby?” you call out softly, your voice just above a whisper. all you could hear was steady breathing in response.

you were about to call to her a little louder, when you feel her stir a bit more, her knee pushing up a little higher and rubbing on your clit a little rougher.

“fuck,” you curse, whining softly as you instinctively grind against bada’s knee, riding it as gently as you could as to not wake your sleeping girlfriend.

you continue to rock your hips back and forth, spreading your arousal across bada’s knee.

with your head still faced down, you could narrowly make out the stain you had left on her sweatpants, which only turned you on as much as it embarrassed you.

you kept your pace steady for a while, letting out small whimpers and moans. you try to keep the noise to a minimum, but as your orgasm began approaching, you couldn’t help but grind faster and harder, your volume increasing.

only then did your girlfriend start to wake up, the arm she had around your waist moving slightly. you immediately halted your movements, looking up at her without moving your head.

“mmh, baby…” bada groaned, slowly becoming more and more aware of the situation.

“baby?” she muttered again, a little louder and less hazy. you slowly look up at her, seeing her initial look of confusion turn into a smug smirk.

“yeah?” you whisper, voice a bit shaky.

“are you using my knee to get off?” she asked slowly, a hint of cockiness shining through her groggy, tired voice.

“…yeah.”

you stay silent after that, your breathing unsteady. you can just barely make out the smirk on her face growing wider through the darkness.

“well, why'd you stop?” she pouts, slowly propping herself up on her elbows to get a better look of your messy state.

“you feel so good against me,” she says, her hand moving down to your ass. you breathe in sharply, shaky and unstable.

“i didn’t…want to wake you.”

“nonsense, babe. in fact, if i could wake up everyday to my beautiful, sexy girlfriend fucking herself on me, i’d be the happiest woman alive.”

you blush at her words, which have seem to gone straight to your pussy since you feel more of your arousal pool at bada’s knee.

she seems to have felt it too, because she brings a hand to your hips, pushing down a bit as a gesture for you to keep going.

“go on, baby. i wanna see you ride my thigh.”

you swallow hard, nodding softly as you push yourself up onto your knees, adjusting your legs so that bada’s thigh was between your legs, just barely pressing against your sensitive pussy.

bada rests herself against the pillows propped up against the bed frame, her eyes dark and full of lust and desire as she watches your every move.

you begin riding bada’s thigh, too focused on the pleasure to care about how loud you were being — not that bada minded.

as you continue grinding your clit against bada’s thigh, your whimpers turning into desperate moans and your hips beginning to stutter as you get the familiar feeling of your orgasm approaching for the second time tonight.

“that’s right, sweet girl, just a little more for me. you’re doing so good, baby. using my thigh so well…” she says, rubbing your back in encouragement.

bada licks her lips as her eyes scan through your body, watching as your tits bounce through the thin material of your tank top, one of the straps trailing off your shoulder.

“you’re so fucking sexy, baby.”

her praises only make you even more desperate to cum as you whine pathetically, the movement of your hips becoming sloppier.

“poor baby, needed to get yourself off, so you started fucking yourself on my thigh. it’s okay though, i love feeling your pretty little pussy grinding on me like a little slut.”

that was all it took you.

you let out stuttered moans and gasps, high pitched and breathless. you stop your movements, the pleasure of your orgasm getting too overwhelming.

suddenly, bada places her hands on your hips, encouraging you to continue your grinding on her thigh.

“come on baby, ride it out for me.”

you whine loudly, but obey nonetheless as you continue to ride her thigh through your orgasm, your moans loud and pornographic.

you bring a hand to bada’s shoulder for support as your orgasm rides out, holding on to her tightly as she brings your other hand into hers and coaxes you through the aftershocks.

once your breathing was back to normal and you stopped shaking, you relaxed, sighing softly in contentment as you snuggle closer to her chest.

bada holds you close to her, kissing your forehead as she giggles softly.

“so pretty, baby~” she coos, cupping your cheeks and pressing kisses all over your face, causing you to giggle as well.

“I love you, my sweet girl.”

“I love you more, baby.”

bada smiles and presses one final kiss to your lips before pulling your head to her chest, gently running her fingers through your hair.

“you tired, baby?” bada asks, caressing your cheek.

“no, not anymore.” you reply absentmindedly, enjoying the warmth of your girlfriend.

“good, because watching you ride me has got me pretty worked up. round 2 in the shower?”

[leth-writes]

Companion part 3

Summary: You chat with Helaena and Alicent, and you get engaged.

Warnings: typical for my blog.

The next time you went to attend to Lady Helaena, you were shocked to find the others absent, only Helaena and a woman with bright red hair. She was tall and lean, almost willowy, with a deep green dress the framed her collarbones perfectly. Her eyes were incredibly large, downturned slightly in a way that made her look like she was about to cry. Her lips seemed to be set in an almost permanent frown. her hair, slightly wavy, was pinned back from her face, cascading down her back in thick waves. She carried an air of sadness you hadn’t seen often among the nobility and the other courtiers.

You supposed this was Helaena’s mother, the current Queen. Cassandra had told you she had worked tirelessly to establish Prince Aegon as her husband’s heir, going against the wishes of her former friend Rhaenyra and displacing the other half of the family. It seemed the animosity only grew as the time went on, especially considering that Prince Aemond had lost his eye to Rhaenyra’s child Luke. It was a deceptively normal name among the inundation of older styles, though you had shortly found out it stood for Lucerys. You weren’t quite sure how you were supposed to address her, or if you were intruding, so you went quiet. You stood just inside the room, watching as Helaena stood to face you.

“Ah, please, come in. I would like it to just be the three of us, today,” Helaena said, gesturing for you to take your seat. You did so cautiously, picking up your needlepoint and getting to work. Helaena did the same, though the Queen refrained. She turned to you. “I believe we have yet to be introduced, my dear,” she said, lips downturned. Had you already upset her? You wracked your brain for any missteps; it couldn’t be because you accidentally referred to Clarysse wrong the day prior, could it? You had thought Dayna was exaggerating.

Startled out of your reverie by Cassandra clearing her throat, you introduced yourself to the Queen, bowing your head slightly in respect. In response, she smiled wanly. It seemed even when content she looked upset; you wondered if that was due to the stress of the battle between the two factions, because of the stress of Aegon’s newfound status as heir, or maybe even worry over Aemond? You couldn’t imagine dealing with the ins and outs of court in the way that she did; you feared you’d crack, though you’d only been present for a day.

“My daughter tells me you have yet to find a fiance,” Alicent began, looking at you from under her lashes.

“It’s true, my Queen. I have no fiance, and I have no prospects, though my father is attempting to change that,” you said, focusing on your needlepoint. You didn’t want to so much as think about marriage at the moment, too stressed about managing to stay alive in such a perilous situation. It would be difficult, you had already made a blunder, and all you could do was try to stay afloat. You needed to understand the politics of the different relationships, and quickly.

You had no choice but to do your best. “Are you interested in a match?” Helaena questioned, seeming genuinely interested. It was a complete 180 to how she’d been acting the day previous, more grounded and present in the conversation than she usually seemed to be. You wondered what had motivated the change?

“Have you anyone in mind?” The Queen continued, seeming determined to get an understanding of your marriage prospects. Maybe she was wanted to see you married, to get you out of court and to free up a spot by your side? Finally understanding her motivation, you relaxed. You understood what she wanted, so you could play the game.

“No, my Queen, but I’m sure my father is searching throughout the kingdom for someone of my stature. I’d hate to burden him any longer than need be,”

“Oh, I’m sure you’re not a burden, my dear,” The Queen said, waving off your concern. She seemed surprised you’d even consider yourself as such, completely sure in your inherent value. It was the first time you’d really felt seen since you’d arrived in this strange place.

“The bird does not see the value in its song,” Helaena added, semeingly back to her confusing proverbs. You looked to her mother, though she seemed unable to understand Helaena’s comment either. You supposed it was just a quirk she had, to drop bits of wisdom that no one else could understand. She was trapped in a vicious cycle, you supposed, to have so much knowledge trapped and yet to be unable to share it.

The Queen nodded. “What a shame it would be, then, for no one to appreciate the birdsong,” you added, attempting to provide Helaena the comfort of someone understanding her. Her head shot up and a look of true shock graced her face, a nearly identical look flitting across her mother’s features as well, before both glanced at eachother. Helaena smiled widely, and you returned the smile, happy to share something with the woman. You could only hope to find a true friend, and so far, Helaena seemed to be your best bet. besides, the protection of the future Queen could be invaluable.

“Such wit!” Helaena responded, smiling and clapping her hands once. “You flatter me, my lady,” you returned, demurely. You couldn’t let on that you had ulterior motives, even if they were small in comparison to the primary desire to bring Helaena happiness. It seemed she’d been trapped in court for years with people who did not care for her, and you were determined to change that.

“Well, Mother, I cannot bear to see such a delightful mind married off to some decrepit old man,” Helaena said in a shocking bout of frankness, putting her needlepoint down and grabbing her mother’s hands. The Queen sighed wistfully, as though she too agreed, before patting Helaena’s hand consolingly.

“My dear, it is not up to us, as the lady’s father will be the one to vet her suitors,” The Queen began, seeming solemn at the idea of you marrying. Why had she suddenly shifted her opinion? Maybe she could see the value in your friendship with Helaena?

“That’s not fair, mother! She deserves better than to languish at the side of a man who cares not for bolstering her mind!” Helaena exclaimed, truly upset. Had you ingratiated yourself to her so well in such a small time? No, you decided, she was simply upset at the prospects of losing someone who would make court life less dreary; you would be spending most of your time with her, after all.

The two of them seemd to comopletely forget you were even present, bantering back and forth about what the perfect marriage candidate for you would be, without so much as a peep from you. Helaena even suggested the perfect appearance for a candidate, and you found yourself having to object.

“Oh, my lady, I care not for looks. It is true that I care more for intelligence and wit than I do for attraction… I’d prefer a marriage filled with delight and friendship, a true strong bond. I feel it is the best conditions to bolster love,” You interjected. The two of them turned, as if surprised you were still present.

Helaena hummed approvingly. “Mother, only a bird that enjoys the cage can learn to live within it,” she said. It seemd she was back to her strange comments.

You sighed. Cassandra approached you, tapping you on your shoulder. “My lady, Lady Verr has asked to walk with you in the gardens in half an hour,” She informed you quietly. Sighing again, you put your needlepoint down and stood, turning to address Helaena and the Queen. “My lady, my Queen, I apologize but I have another engagement soon, so I must take my leave,” you said, bowing. The two simply nodded before beginning their conversation again.

Lady Verr was a stout woman with kindly eyes and light brown skin. She stood, waiting by the path that wandered through the gardens, and smiled brightly at you. She greeted you, then looped her arm through your own.

“My dear, I know you are a straightforward woman, so I will get to my point. My son has come of age and is in need of a wife, and I believe you will make the perfect candidate,” she said. You didn’t know anything about him, what if he was a monster?

“Of course, I understand if you’d like to meet him before you tender your answer,” she said, cutting you off before you could begin. “My son has a kind heart and an open mind, and I know the two of you would get along like a house on fire if introduced. Would you be interested?”

This may be your only chance to marry someone before your father stepped in and ruined your new life, forcing you into union with some old, decrepit pervert who wouold relegate you to the bedroom and kill you with his demands for children.

Faced with no other option, you agreed.

“well, mother?” Helaena said.

“She shall make a perfect candidate. All that is left to do is convince Aemond.” The Quen replied, staring out the window. She was excited by the possibility of gaining a new daughter-in-law, the only way she’d get to keep the young woman in her life. It was all she could do to control her excitement and maintain her neutral face in front of Helaena, concerned the young woman would tell before the Queen’s plans could come to fruition. She would work hard to convince Aemond, but she was certain that a single meeting would have him as enamored as Heleaena was. There was just something magnetic about you, after all. If she couldn’t have you by her side as a child, she would need to ensure you would not be able to leave the castle.

Just the idea of you being relegated to the wife of a lord, far away from your true family, made her blood boil. It may have taken many years, but you were finally home, and she wouldn’t let you go, even if your father needed to be dealt with. Determined, she turned to find Aemond.

[cpvnksabm]

Things I Think RTC Did Well In Disability Rep (in 2016-2018 scripts)

exactly what it says in the title. i'm not touching on the pre-2016 scripts because i dont know enough about them and i'm not talking about the 2022 script changes for obvious reasons.

disclaimer, this is all my own opinion as one disabled person, other people may feel differently and that's fine.

Ricky's disability in general

Ricky is a young person who uses mobility aids. He can't talk, implicitly due to dysarthria. He has a degenerative disease, specifically a rare disease which is heavily implied to be neuromuscular. And it's stated outright that his disease is lifespan-limiting and that he's dealt with his own mortality in life.

And all of these things are very underrepresented!

I'm not going to claim that all of these things were explained perfectly or explored in detail in the canon. But just having them on-stage, in my opinion, is a big deal in itself. And it's also a big deal that Ricky is a main character, who has the same character depth as the abled characters, when so many characters like him are reduced to ableist props for other characters' story arcs.

I understand there's been some confusion about the specifics of ricky's disability, in the fandom. And I know part of the confusion comes from the fact that the script didn't explain everything, and glossed over most of the details. But honestly? The fact that so many RTC fans didn't initially understand parts of his disability - such as the fact that it's likely neuromuscular, or the fact that his inability to speak is implied to have a physical cause - just makes it more important that these things were represented on-stage in the first place. They're so underrepresented, little-known, and poorly-understood that many people don't pick up on them even when they are represented!

Just showing these underrepresented disabled experiences on-stage has potential to help a lot of disabled people feel seen, which matters.

Ricky as a victim of ableism

Okay, this one might be controversial, but i'm speaking from the heart here.

Ableism is a huge part of Ricky's backstory and character - the whole Zolar thing is stated to be a coping method to deal with isolation & cruelty. Throughout the musical Ocean infantilizes him in dialogue, and in her song she argues point-blank that he has no reason to be alive due to his disability. The rest of the choir aren't perfect either - sure, nobody else says anything ableist, but they're all bystanders to Ocean's overt ableism, nobody really holds her accountable or acknowledges that what she's saying is fucked up. On top of that, Ricky says after his song that nobody listened to him while he was alive which, combined with the whole choir being shocked upon learning about his deeper thoughts, pretty clearly implies that they all ignored him previously.

And it's so fucking realistic.

Look. I'm not saying that Ocean's ableism was ever handled perfectly in canon. I am saying that when I saw a post-2022 production with the able-bodied Ricky script, I got a sinking feeling in my gut when we got to *that* part of WTWN and I realized the ableist lines had been removed/replaced. Because facing ableism is a huge part of my disabled experience that I barely ever see even acknowledged in media, let alone represented accurately, and the more I face ableism in real life the more I feel I can relate to Ricky, and that is so important to me.

Depicting bigotry in fiction is always difficult to do right - it's a rough balance between "this is not okay and we should not imply that it is" and "many people believe this is okay, wrongly, and that needs to be shown accurately". Sure, you can make it so the antagonist character is overtly ableist and every sympathetic character explicitly says "I do not agree with your ableist views!" and that way it's 100% clear that the ableist actions are wrong. But real ableism isn't just like that. Sometimes real-world ableism is a group of perfectly nice people who just never think about the disabled kid, or how he's doing or whether someone should talk to him, because they've been taught to ignore him. And sometimes it's a girl who swears to God that she's a good person, who considers herself an ally, whose voice stays sweet and kind as she switches between talking to her disabled classmate like he's 5 years old and claiming he doesn't deserve to live.

I think the brutal honesty of ableism in RTC is important. Yeah, it's pretty fucked-up when you think about it - Ocean openly sings about why Ricky shouldn't live, every ableist character is presented sympathetically, nobody is ever actually held accountable for ableism on-stage - and that's just like real life. I'd like to think that it could act as a wake-up call to some abled fans, who are similar to Ocean (+ others) and who could learn to understand the flaws in their worldview when they realize you're not supposed to agree with what she says in WTWN. But even more importantly than that... it makes me feel seen, in a way that I couldn't feel if Ricky's experiences with ableism weren't shown so realistically.

SABM, like, all of it

Do I even need to explain this? Disabled person has a whole furry-themed musical number. That's cool as fuck. God I wish that were me.

Okay, seriously. I think SABM is wonderful and important for a number of reasons. Like all of the character songs, it's important for expanding Ricky's character - not only is it a main glimpse into his interests, but it sets up for us to learn more about his personality and the selflessness that would later lead to the touching Savannah scene. It shows us his deep internal thoughts - it confirms that he has deep internal thoughts - and explains how he's been coping with the ableism he faces.

SABM is weird. I like that. I like that Ricky gets to have weird interests and a weird self-insert fantasy, while being disabled - I like that being disabled isn't treated as his "weird" trait, such that giving him weird interests as well would be "too much". Because that happens a lot! Disabled people are expected to be completely average in every other way to "make up" for our disability. And, yeah, SABM is kind of horny - and that makes sense! Ricky is a teenager, he's in his final year of high school, most people his age do have sexual fantasies. Other characters also reference sex in various ways so it makes sense that Ricky would. And I think it makes sense for SABM to be weird because part of Ricky's backstory is being ignored and isolated due to his disability - that's the sort of thing that, long-term, can leave people without a clear reference point for 'weird' and 'normal', or just leave them having no reason to care about being 'weird' because they're ignored anyway.

But also, if I may get analytical for a moment. Throughout the musical until SABM, Ricky faces a lot of ableism from Ocean, which isn't really commented on - she infantilizes him, both by assuming he's incapable of deeper thought/understanding and by being shocked at the idea that he might talk about porn or sex, and she also argues that he doesn't have a reason to live with his disability. Ocean is a flawed character and an unreliable narrator, but for the first half of the musical, you could be forgiven for thinking maybe you're supposed to agree with her and view Ricky as some pitiable child.

And then in comes Ricky's introduction, followed by SABM. And clearly Ricky isn't mentally a child, in any way - he's developed a whole complex story with deep worldbuilding so that he can imagine himself having sex with alien catgirls. But it also makes it clear that Ricky does have valuable ideas to contribute and, heck, just things he enjoys - which feels significant to me when a few songs ago it was being argued that there's no reason he should be alive.

As I said earlier, the ableism Ricky faces is extremely realistic and relatable to me. And SABM makes it clear that Ocean's ableist views about him are untrue and harmful, without breaking the realism for her to turn directly to the audience and say "By the way, you aren't supposed to agree with most of what I say about Ricky - I'm an unreliable narrator speaking due to my own biases!"

Basically - SABM is a subtle deconstruction of all the ableist things said to/about Ricky throughout the musical. It's an incredibly important part of the musical and an important way to represent a disabled character. And it's also a fucking bop.

Why this is important

Representation matters. That's a concept that has been explained a lot, by people who can articulate it better than I can - I won't fully explain here, just google "why does representation matter".

Look - over the years, many aspects of RTC's disability rep have been criticised in various ways. And a lot of that criticism is completely justified. Many topics were handled confusingly, not fully explained, and not properly explored like they could have been; erasure was pretty much baked into the script, with Ricky becoming able-bodied in the afterlife, and while some productions have tried to alleviate this by retaining his mobility aids nobody has found a workaround for his inability to speak in a genre where it's important for him to sing; and in recent years his disability has been entirely erased from the script, in an incredibly ableist way.

I'm not saying RTC is perfect; far from it. But if I thought there was no value in RTC's disability rep, and Ricky was just some offensive caricature, I wouldn't be in the fandom.

In fact, it's because I love Ricky and see him as valuable disability rep that I think it's important to criticise the parts of the musical that aren't handled well & the issues with disability erasure. RTC had good disability rep - that's why I think it should be improved, why it can be improved, and why i think we should fight against erasure. That's a big part of why I hate the 2022 script changes! Because they erased something that was important to me!

A lot of the things I loved about RTC in the first place are things that I frequently see glossed over, or downright erased, in fanworks. I think sometimes people don't realize the significance of these details, so I wanted to share why I think it's important! Some of these details really need more exploration and more love!

Overall, I think it's important to understand that media can't always be sorted neatly into "good representation" or "bad representation". And that talking about the good things and criticising the flaws can both be important. I really wanted to share my perspective on this topic. Thanks for reading!

[judesmoonbeauty]

Summary: Jude recalls a moment from his childhood in the middle of the night. Note: I would not read this unless you've read Jude's Past Records, his route, or major spoilers about his route. Also, this is canon lore mixed with suppositions of things I think could've happened. WC: 944 Tags: Regret, Angst, Childhood, Memories, Family, No romance, SFW Pairing: None

Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock.

The seconds stretched slowly into the quiet darkness of early morning as Jude laid in bed at Crown, wrestling with tedious thoughts he’d willingly forget if he could. However, with an insufferable memory like his there was nothing he could do but bite down on the end of his unlit cigarette, as the past gnawed on his mind. While tapping his tongue on the filter, a distant afternoon from his childhood curled around his heart like a warped, thorny vine.

Jude’s jaw tightened as his mind traveled back to that old, dusty attic where light poured into the window upon he and his younger sister.

“Heehe, yay! Let’s go, Jude.”

His little sister wiggled on their wobbly, wooden stool, ready to go out for their next treatment session. She liked going to visit Oswald because he always made her laugh, and prior to starting each treatment session, he made sure they were fed so they didn't fall ill from the medication.

Although Jude was annoyed by her bounciness as he attempted to comb out her hair with his small fingers, he understood why she was happy. After all, it was nice having a full stomach with healthy food rather than moldy scraps from trash bins. Better still, was the fact that Jude had already earned all those meals as part of their treatment thanks to his diligence and incredible memory.

[Cough! Cough!]

However, they still had a long way to go before they were considered fully recovered, and as soon as his younger sister started coughing due to her overexcitement, Jude scolded her.

“Oi, stop gigglin' o' yer gonna hack up a lung, 'n keep still o’ I’m gonna mess up yer hair.”

“Sowwwy,” she sulked while quickly sitting still.

The tiny, soot covered scowl he tried to maintain as he refocused on combing and plaiting her hair, soon melted away into an exasperated smile when he saw her pouty expression in the window. Afterwards, he tied off the raven braid with a piece of thin twine he happened to find when he was searching for food the day prior.

He was quite practiced at it now, since he helped his mother care for her as she started growing weaker. In fact, when she was still alive, he used to watch his mother’s frail fingers weave his sibling’s hair, and committed her movement’s to memory.

"'Kay, done."

Looking at her reflection in the grimy, cracked window, she beamed, “Wow, I look just like a pwincess!”

“A princess?" He asked with a mixture of shock and disgust.

"Yeah, don't I?"

Looking at the piddly scrap that held her hair together, Jude sighed. It wasn’t lace or even a modest hairbow, just a tiny thread, one that could be used to tie a parcel with. It wasn’t anything to get excited over.

His mother did have one ribbon that she had kept while she was alive, but his bastard of a father sold it and the rest of his mother’s belongings after her death in order to buy more liquor, before she was even cold in her grave. Just thinking about it made the little boy sick to his stomach.

Wanting to forget such thoughts that filled him with hatred and ignoring her question, Jude took the sleeve of his shirt and wiped away a smudge on her face.

If anything, Jude only wanted to be a proper big brother, just like his mother believed him to be. So, while he thought it was a silly for her to say that she looked like a princess, when their clothes were practically paper thin rags and people looked down on them, he didn’t say anything else.

In any case, she had said far sillier things before, like wanting to go to the moon. He watched her play with the end of her braid, her smile as bright and pure as starlight…..Like a balm to his sensitive, ever-hardening heart.

Well, if yer happy with it, then it’s ‘nough fer me....princess.

He was determined to protect that smile no matter what, just like he promised his mother.

With the phony pocket watch that he had stolen a short time ago clinking against the stool, Jude placed his hand gently on top of her raven hair.

“Ready?”

“Weady!” Jude’s sister hopped down from the stool and quickly headed for the door.

“Tch, walk o’ yer hair'll get manky again!”

He yelled after her as he followed her swishing braid out of the cramped attic they were forced to stay in, the attic that would soon be one person short in just a few days time.

The memory’s thorn pricked Jude’s heart, calling him back to the empty bleakness of the present.

A whirl of smoke lifted to the ceiling as Jude lit the cigarette he’d been playing with, wishing to burn the memory of his failed promises along with the ashes. Then a regret that he’d been stifling for years finally emerged under the pressure of the briar-like memory that had been squeezing his festering heart. What he should've said...

"....Yeah, ya looked like a princess."

His glassy eyes shook for a moment before closing them, burying the rotting memory of that distant afternoon again, burying one of the last times he ever saw her smile. All he could do now was endure the hellish life that bored him to death as the seconds continue to tick by for him mercilessly.

Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock. Tick. Tick. Tick. Tick….

Tags:@ichigostellaglynn @atelierquinn @mrslelouch @missaengg

So, um....this wasn't suppose to be angst. This was supposed to be a 200 words or less familial valentine's day drabble. Clearly, that is not what ended up being written.

Well, I think about Jude and his past a lot.....Like I can't tell you how much and I wanted something sweet and precious, but it's Jude. So, of course, it's going to be angsty when it comes to his sister.

In any case, I just kept thinking of Jude making up his sister's hair and taking care of her as best he could after their mom passed. I'm the oldest sibling of a very large family, and taking care of my much younger siblings was just what I did growing up. I feel like it's why I get super emotional when I translate about his sister too, because if something had ever happened to my siblings.... Any way, thanks for reading. It's been since what.....October of last year??

And thanks to Missaengg for her lovely feedback!

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[stitched-mouth-vs-the-world]

Just For Research

Pairing: Professor! Rick Sanchez x College Student! GN! Reader.

Summary: When Rick discovers his top student is a virgin, he knows he must change that so she can write her paper on human pheromones.

Warnings: Smut, Intercourse (P in ?), Virginity Loss, Teacher x Student relationship, Age Gap, Virgin! Reader.

Writing Time: 30 minutes.

Word Count: 652.

Format: Kinktober Fic, Day 7.

A/N:

Woke up in the middle of the night and decided to just write this. Sorry for any mistakes, this is not proofread. I'm just really trying to make sure everything is written before October arrives so the quality is some fics might be lacking a little, this might be one of them. This is probably my shortest fic so far. Oh well.I also have completely forgotten what it was like in college. I did about 3 months of Combined Science in the UK before I dropped out for an apprenticeship instead and I don't remember anything about those 3 months. So this could be all completely wrong but tbh I really don't care.I tried really hard to keep it GN, which is getting harder and harder for me due to the lack of gender neutral terms in the English language but I'll keep managing.Hope you enjoy, I've been eager to write something for Rick for ages now.

Here is the masterlist for all my Kinktober works.

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Thoughts were swarming your head, making it almost impossible to think about what was currently happening.

'How did this happen?' You thought, 'This couldn't of been an accident, but how then did it happen?'

You let out a torn scream, but Rick was fast to cover your mouth and silence it.

"Shut up little Whore, or the whole building will hear you." He huffed.

Just a second ago you and Rick was discussing your college assignment. Your assignment was to write an essay about the human and animal pheromones that tell them to breed and compare the two. Something fairly basic for a Combined Science class and as the class's top student, Rick expected this assignment to be a breeze for you.

But he had been wrong. For a top student with a bright future in Science, you had no idea about pheromones. Especially the sexual kind. It was the one thing you hadn't studied yourself in your own time nor had you experienced it.

You had come to Rick after class to hopefully explain the subject better for you or give you good resources to look up but once Rick found out you was a virgin, what you got instead was a private lessons on pheromones that included an experimental or practical that would give you the experience.

So now you were bent over his desk taking all of him like the good little one you was.

"Please..." You whimpered, tired and stretched out to the max. It had only been a few minutes but this was completely new to a virgin.

"Please what, Whore?" Rick glared down at you, still thrusting in and out of you at an ungodly pace.

Rick didn't think this was exactly the best way to show someone who had never experienced sexual feelings what they were like, but to be honest, he didn't care. He was just looking for a reason to fuck you. His prettiest most innocent and intelligent little Princess/Prince who always sat in the front row, listening to him with wide ears.

But this had been a good lesson for you. Your sexual desire and need for Professor Sanchez now more than alive, it was insatiable.

"Please more Sir!" You cried.

Rick was a little shocked, but more than happy to oblige. And quickly increased his speed, you looked down and moaned into the once clean desk.

"Yeah? You like this cock? You want more of it, my little cocksleeve?" Rick groaned into your ears.

"Yes!" You nodded eagerly.

Obviously, you came first. You did so with a scream and giant smile. Rick came not too long after you onto your back, with just a few loud grunt.

You was pretty confident now you was gonna Ace this assignment.

[synergysilhouette]

10 BG3 character headcanons I have (Some thirst)

Note: I don't know ALL the lore of the characters, so my headcanons could be going against actual canon. This stuff isn't anything major, but just my thoughts on paper, so to speak.

Halsin wears no clothes (when appropriate)--At one point, Halsin mentions how society complicated the simple rules of nature, including the introduction of clothes. I like the idea that when no kids are at camp, he just goes nude, and no one complains. If someone ever thought to, the others would silence them.

2. Shadowheart raises/rescues children of Shar--I personally feel like all the companions can go the parenting route (Gale states he doesn't think he's dad material, but he gives off 50% fun dad, 50% helicopter dad vibes to me; he's probably just one of those people who won't feel ready until the situation actually arises), though Astarion and Shadowheart need more time to focus on themselves following their trauma, and with both of them having longer lifespans, they have time. Following the adoptive parent storyline you see with Lae'zel, Wyll, and Halsin, I could see Shadowheart founding an orphanage and rescuing children taken by Shar like she was, as Shar refuses to let go of the goal to corrupt Selune's children.

3. Wyll is 100% vanilla, but very horny--I feel like it's very easy to make the heroic guy with just values secretly kinky, though I love the idea that Wyll is pretty much face-value when it comes to sex. I even like to think he's a virgin, seeing how he wouldn't have sex with you until you accept his marriage proposal (unless you pass the persuasion check). Along with this, I do enjoy the idea that once Tav and Wyll become intimate, it's found Wyll has a heavy sex drive, but good self-control, and is always romantic about it. (I also just have him in his underwear at camp, so I also headcanon that that's just how he's comfortable and is 100% non-sexual.)

4. Astarion still has family and is an accomplished musician--I always found it sad how Astarion can't remember his family or much about his life pre-Cazador, but I like the idea that his family is still alive, seeing how long high-elves live, or even just having descendants in Baldur's Gate. The musiucian thing is just something I went with because I gave him proficiency with an instrument, and I like the idea that he came from a well-to-do family that trained him in music, and Cazador made sure he kept up with it when seducing victims.

5. Karlach and Wyll are a default couple if you don't romance either of them--I just love them so much together (though I need more hornless Wyll fanart; there's a way to rescue Karlach without giving him horns, you know). Shadowheart/Astarion has also been on my mind lately...

6. Minthara has evaluated all the men at camp for suitable consorts--Seeing how she wants to found a new house and comes to respect the team, I laugh at the idea of her evaluating Halsin, Gale, Astarion, Wyll, Minsc, and male Tav as her consorts, or at least the sire of her descendants. She goes through process of elimination: Wyll, Halsin, and Minsc are loyal, but would chafe under drow cruelty and her control; Astarion's an undead and cannot produce children; Gale would likely feel like a second-class citizen and rebel against her. Altogether, she decides none of them would make worthy consorts except male Tav (depending on the route, and ESPECIALLY if he's another drow), though Halsin and Wyll would make the best fathers for hypothetical children (and she could probably get away with sleeping with Minsc and him not realizing she's pregnant and her not telling him). She does consider the idea of reaching out to Astarion as a consort for aesthetic purposes if he leads the other spawn into the Underdark, though. (BTW, I found this fanart on Reddit)

7. Mizora mistreats Wyll because she's attracted to him--Evil corrupts, and it wouldn't shock me if Mizora was attracted to Wyll because she wants to break him. That said, due to their personalities and the nature of their relationship, Wyll has rebuffed her, and Mizora tries to make him miserable as a result. And if Tav romances Wyll, she starts to scheme to kill them just like his father. I also have the same vibe from Orin and Zevlor, but that's another thing entirely.

8. Yenna isn't an orphan--I never liked her to begin with, and I have no idea how she'd fit into any of the companions' epilogues except Wyll or Halsin's, so I feel like it'd be better for everyone if her mom turned out to be alive, or if her dad randomly popped up.

9. Gale has A LOT of (sexual) tension with Tav if they're a sorcerer--I'm not super well-versed in DnD lore, but I remember reading that wizards and sorcerers have a rivalry, and it'd be interesting if this played a role in Gale's journey to godhood, since sorcerer Tav would be born with their powers while wizard Gale spent years studying and falling from grace as Mystra's chosen. Plus this could also fuel the reason why he's the cook for the team, wanting to show how multitalented he is. Eventually, if the romances commences, it's a passionate physical affair before we get to the Toril-shattering soul intimacy.

10. Tav comes from a big family--No evidence to support this (and even not all my Tavs have big families; check out the post for my OCs), but I always think of this when they say "No one back home will ever believe this." Be it friends, biological family, or adoptive family, I imagine they have a large social group.

Do we share any headcanons? Any particular that you find interesting from my list? Lemme know! I thought of adding to this list, but I may as well just make another one when I have enough.

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Absolutely Smitten [Can we? continuation]

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a/n: hi im back with more word puke. enjoyyyy

song credit: Dodie - Absolutely Smitten

A few months later...

"Your highness, are you sure about this?" Mary, my handmaid, worried asked in a shushed tone as she followed after me in the crowded city.

"Oh, Mary! It's fine~ No one here even recognizes me with this disguise on! It'd be a waste to let the day pass by without seeing the festival for myself!" you say joyfully as you held her wrist and dragged her with you, while your knight followed after you obediently also dressed as a mercenary.

You dragged her to all sorts of places in the kingdom. Eating street foods, playing with the children while they braided your hair (that was dyed), and sang and danced with the people in the plaza.

You laughed as you got passed to another partner in the dance. You were met with a familiar shade of red and yellow eyes.

It was his majesty!

"Lucifer—!" your exclamation was cut short when he shushes you with a playful look in his eyes.

"Shh, you'll blow my cover, love," he jests before tugging you to the rhythm of the music.

"I-I thought you couldn't come," you reply feeling happy to be sharing this dance with him.

"It'd break my heart to see you dance without me. Of course I'd come if it's you," he confesses fondly at you.

You blush and beam him a smile. You honestly did think you'd go through the day without dancing with your husband in the festival that the both of you planned for the people.

You were truly excited to take part on the first day of the festival. Though, you didn't want to be a spectacle and cause a commotion that'll hinder the people from enjoying their day with their friends and family. So, you opted for a cover.

You invited Lucifer of course, but due to the piled-up work that needed his attention, he said he couldn't attend with you. Truly this was a pleasant surprise to see him now with you. His usual blonde hair was now colored black and red cheeks nowhere to be found. You'd recognize immediately his eyes and the way they shined mischievously. That was your husband alright.

"You're staring," he says twirling you.

You smile and answer, "You still look handsome with black hair."

He chuckles and bows his head, "Why, thank you, fair maiden."

"Unfortunately, for you my good sir. I'm happily married to my husband," you played dramatically.

"He must be the luckiest stud alive if he could have your hand in marriage," he continues.

"That he is," you finish with a giggle.

She knows this feeling all too well,

She feels her heart begin to swell,

Handsome stranger, you have made her insides turn to jelly.

You laugh and shriek as he tosses you in the air, still doing the dance together.

She wants to dance around the room,

Kiss you until her lips turn blue,

You hug his neck once you landed back into his arms. Him securely holding onto you also liking how you were squeezing him.

But handsome stranger, you have made her wonder,

Is she pretty?

He pecks your cheek as he sets you down and runs off with you leaving your attendance in a panic.

But it's too late,

She believes in fate.

You look at him in bewilderment following after him.

She's absolutely smitten,

She'll never let you go.

You laugh once again and run alongside him as you escaped your maid and squeezed his hand tightly.

That girl just there, yes, she's the one,

With Cupid's arrow in her bum

You were standing in front of a stall that sold cotton candy. You pointed to the candy that was bigger than the size of your head. Lucifer smiled at you so lovestruck at how adorable you were being in front of him.

Handsome stranger, you have made her happy,

The first in a long time

You stuff his mouth full of cotton candy and laughed at his reaction. He was wide-eyed shocked at the sweetness that was stuck in his teeth. You would have fell over if you hadn't held onto his arm.

He shakes his head playfully and straightens you up his arms before swiping his hand across your face to tame your now unruly hair.

He leans towards you and bumps your heads together with a smile before whispering, "You're so adorable and, oh so, beautiful. I love everything you do. I love you."

Did you just whisper in her ear?

Words she only dreamed to hear?

You cover your mouth with red dusting your cheeks from his confession. You've never been confessed to so sincerely before. It was thrilling and it made your heart feel full being loved by someone you loved.

Pretty lady, look at how he's smiling,

I think he likes you.

You stare at his red eyes that was tinted in orange hues from the light. He looked at you so intently as if he was being enchanted. Any bystander would take notice of his affection towards his lady.

But it's too late,

You believe in fate.

You bashfully took his face in your hand and leaned closer to him for an emotional kiss.

You're absolutely smitten,

You'll never let her go.

"I love you, Lucifer," you whisper as you broke the kiss somewhat breathless.

He practically beams as radiant as the sun and engulfs you in a hug lifting you off your feet. Elated that you finally said those words to him.

"No take backs now, (Y/n)! You said it yourself!" He exclaims twirling you both around til you were dizzy.

"Alright, alright! You win!" You call joyfully clutching onto his clothes.

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[kurishiri]

02 ┊ A life worse than garbage, a thirst to live

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— jude⌛'s past records, record #2.

— cw: domestic child abuse and neglect, implied starvation.

To my father and older brother, my younger sister and I were just burdensome packages left behind by our mother.

Adverse to the mere sight of us, they pushed us to the attic more and more.

Jude’s father: Ahh, bloody hell. Ya lot worse than garbage, not bringin’ back a single pence.

Jude’s father: Better count your fortunes for not gettin’ offed and stay where ya at.

Jude: ...God dammit——

Jude’s little sister: *cough*...

Jude: Hey... you doin’ okay?

Jude’s little sister: You’re probably worse off, big brother.

Jude: *cough*... this ain’t nothin’.

Jude’s little sister: Ahaha, there ya go, acting tough.

Though we repeatedly went through high fevers and attacks, nobody reached their hand to us.

We were not even given a crumb of food, I would pilfer some leftovers from my father and brother.

But, even so, there were times when there weren’t even leftovers...

(At this rate she’s gonna die.)

I had never once stained my hands with evil that went against moral principles.

But at that point, we had no other choice.

They were notorious nobles who struck a hard bargain with the port workers with unjust wages.

I nabbed an expensive-looking pocket watch from their pockets, and ran as fast as I could.

Then, I went to pawn it.

(If I sell it, I’m sure I can get some food.)

(I gotta hurry and take this back to her.)

Pawnshop owner: This is a phoney.

Jude: Huh?

J: No way that’s true. Go n’ look at it more carefully!

Pawnshop owner: No, there is no room for doubt. It has left me in a bit of pickle, with how many bad products have been circulating these days.

Pawnshop owner: ——Even so, just how did you get your hands on this? Don’t tell me you stole it...

Jude: ...tch.

Pawnshop owner: H-hey, wait a minute!

I only stopped when I reached an alleyway.

That pocket watch turned out to be a sham that couldn’t make a single pence.

Jude: Hah... truly... what a shame...

I wanted to save my younger sister, and yet I couldn’t. I wanted to oppose, and yet I couldn’t.

(I don’t even know how to crawl out...)

There, a dog was looking at me.

Jude: The hell are ya lookin’ at, go n’ scram!

The moment I shouted, I felt a shock.

(This would make me the same as those bastards who raise their hands on those weaker than ‘em.)

My heart painted black, it deteriorated and festered.

I even envied that dog, who ran about outside.

The environment was so harsh there was no way to recover from this illness, and on top of that, the attacks would grow worse.

Both my sister and I wandered between life and death countless times.

And every time, the gazes of my father and brother would pierce through me.

——‘If only they had died,’ they thought.

And that was why I was going to die trying.

But, willpower alone could not keep a human alive.

(At this rate, she and I——will die.)

Then, one day, a single doctor arrived at the port.

I heard he was an oddball who often came to examine the workers as charity work.

And so, I took my sister to ask him in person to help.

The doctor, who introduced himself as Oswald, looked at us with a crease between his brows.

Oswald: A continuous administration is needed for your illnesses.

Jude: ‘Administration’... so you’re sayin’ it’ll cost a lot?

J: Ugh, again? It’s all money this, money that.

Jude’s little sister: Let’s go back, okay? *cough* I’m fine.

Jude: No way you’re ‘fine.’

(That’s right... once again...)

I wanted to save my younger sister, and yet I couldn’t. I wanted to oppose, and yet I couldn’t.

And yet, I had no way of knowing how to crawl out.

But, even so, if I gave up now——

I picked up a liquor bottle that had fallen on the ground, shattering it.

Then, I pointed it at the doctor before me.

Jude: I’ll give ya more in return. So give that medicine to me.

to be continued…

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𝕹𝖎𝖌𝖍𝖙𝖎𝖒𝖊 𝖇𝖊𝖆𝖚𝖙𝖞

✧warnings: Yandere themes, toxic themes, unhealthy love, mentions of blood, manipulation(?), suggestive

♡synopsis: Sunghoon, a rich, handsome, perfect man in all ways.... Though he's an extremely dangerous demon. Women fall head over heels for the prince charming. All except one. A godess. Lee Y/n, the woman whom he only has eyes for. Rumour has it she's still a virgin, single, and has never been a relationship. It's quite shocking, the Lee Heeseung's stunning younger sister? never had a boyfriend?!, purely because any man who dares approach her ends up dead. Of course she has never hurt a single soul.... Yet why was she cursed without love?

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Sunghoon isn't one for love nor lust, sure he'd have thought about falling in love with a loyal woman many times before... but all the girls that cross his path fall purely for his looks. How could they not? His features, his build, everything about him is so perfect. Those bushy brows, perfectly sculptured face, his eyes shining with stars, pretty moles scattered across his smooth skin, and his lips oh so kissable, anyone who gets to marry such a prince charming must be the luckiest human alive.

For the first time in his life he decided to go to a pretty popular bar, he was accompanied by Jake, one of his closest friends who was known to be quite the party goer. The bar was known for the women, one woman specifically, they would say she's a stripper, but she wasn't exactly like the other strippers. More a belly dancer. But Sunghoon realized it was no lie, the way they described her beauty.

Her smooth, coloured skin, visible through the lacy, rose gold material of the stunning dress, her legs, and navel exposed through the slits, her fairly sharp jawline, followed by the doll-like appearance which was accentuated by her make up, the way she bats her lashes, and the many moles that painted her face. She was a breathtakingly gorgeous woman.

Sunghoon was mesmerized by the way her body moved. Nothing too provocative, if anything, more of an elegant dance, but something distracted him, the burning gazes of other men, something he hated entirely. She belonged to him now. The Demon of all demons, the soon to be king of the underworld, a man everyone must fear. Park Sunghoon has set his eyes on something he wants, and if anyone dares to even want it, they will die a brutal death.

That night Y/n walked home, hugging her jacket due to the cold. She shivered at the icy air biting at her exposed skin, specifically her face which has now gone numb. There were specs of blood splattered across her white trousers from a previous encounter... A rather shocking and scarring encouter one shld say.

It isnt a first time a man had come up to her with lustful intentions, but she always managed to escape, not a scratch evident on her body. However.... the man didnt even get the chance to touch her, his eyes ended up bleeding everso randomly, he floated mid air as his limbs shatterred, and his body burnt to the ground. Seeing something so violent, the woman ran, not letting a single noise leave her mouth.

Perhaps it's an evil spirit she may have escaped, or a ghost, like ones in some ghost movies where a motherly ghost would be there to protect her children, or any woman that looks in the face of danger. She wasn't one to take chances though. "Sis I think you're on something... either that or a demon was stalking you." Heeseung simply said as he heard her little horror story.

"Heeseung you don't understand- nothing touched him he just floated in the air and- it was like in stranger things season 4 when Vecna gets into peoples head- except only this time, they burn to ashes!" she simply said as Heeseung placed down his book, sliding up his glasses as a look of horror was evident on his face. "Heeseung?" "Park Sunghoon. He has eyes for you.... he probably cursed you...." he simply cut her off, and walked out coldly.

It was exactly what he said. Sunghoon walked around her in a circle, admiring every inch of her, as she stood there "Lift the curse?... why would I darling?... you were clearly made for me." He said, tilting his head as his fingers softly grazed the skin on her face, his lips leaning in to peck hers. There's no going back. The way his hands trailed up her curves, wrapping around her waist, as her body pressed against his.

He kissed her again, more passionately "You've no way out my darling.... once I want something..... I get it. no matter the cost... you fucking understand me?!" he asked through gritted teeth as he yanked her hair. she'd be stupid to disagree... after all she had no way out "I-I understand..." she managed to say as his grip loosened, his dark glare replaced with a soft, sweet smile.

She couldn't deny it, he's a stunner. Absolutely gorgeous, from head to toe, despite being so scary and psychotic, if she could just look past that she'd realize she hit jackpot. Y/n remained silent as Sunghoon ran his fingers through her silky, dark hair, twirling it at the end, she silently snuggled into his chest as he smirked. "That's right.... you should give in" he said with a smirk, snuggling her...

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A/N: Idk if y'all liked this, but feel free to suggest any yandere, fluff, or just crazy plots idm (no smut, but I may do slightly suggestive stories<3)