#and venom goes 'no??? if everyone else knows then everyone else gets a chance to kill you too. i'm not giving up my advantage there'

[vulpinesaint]

i think someone's a little jealous that spider-man wasn't as afraid of them as he was of venom...

[gingiesworld]

Kiss Me

Natasha Romanoff x GN! Reader

Warnings: Angst. Fluff.

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Y/N pov

We were having a small christmas party with just the Avengers. It was also the twins first christmas with us. So we all decided to just do a small one.

"I truly don't get this Holiday." Thor stated as he sipped his beer.

"It's to do with religion. Some shit that most people don't really care about." I said as I placed my empty bottle on the table.

"People do care about it Y/N." Wanda stated making me chuckle. "Just because you're a grinch doesn't mean it's pointless."

"Well it is pointless." I said as I stood up. "All people use it for is a chance to get pissed off their head and get gifts off of people. Personally this holiday brings out the spoilt brats."

"Come on Y/N. Just because you never had a family doesn't mean it's pointless." Tony said with a smirk. Everyone fell silent as I turned to face him.

"What was that?" I said as everyone's eyes were on the two of us.

"I said." He started.

"Oh no. I heard you the first time you spoilt brat." I spoke with venom laced in my voice.

"I am not spoilt." He spat at me as he stood up.

"Really Stark. You had a rich daddy who already had billions before he even met your mother." I sneered as he stepped towards me.

"Say that again." He snarled as he stood right in front of me.

"Shouldn't we stop them?" I heard Kate ask.

"Not yet. I want to see where this goes." Yelena said as I heard everyone starting to take bets.

"I don't repeat myself." I told him angrily.

He stepped back to put some force behind his punch. My head moved to the side with the force but it wasn't enough. Especially since I have a form of Super Soldier Serum running through my veins.

When I turned back to face him I tackled him to the floor. I threw a couple of punches to his face. He then pressed his arc reacter and blasted me off of him. I got to my feet as he got to his.

"Stand down!" Steve ordered but neither of us listened to him. Tony started to punch my face until rer wisps wrapped around his suit.

"Stop this now!" Wanda shouted as she removed Tony from me. I sat up on my knees and spat the blood from my mouth

"Yeah, I know I never had a family but when you guys found me, I thought I finally was apart of a family. Yeah you may be dysfunctional but your a family." I said as I got to my knees. "Just not my family."

"Where are you going?" Nat asked me.

"It seems I have outstayed my welcome here." I said as I left without looking back.

I left them. They didn't want me. They never did.

It had been a few weeks since I came to an old hideout of mine. It was only a small dingey apartment but it was enough.

I was stood looking out of the window, watching the city get over the New Year. I sighed when I heard a knock on my door.

I groan when I saw Wanda at the door.

"What?" I spoke bluntly as I opened the door.

"You need to come home Y/N." She said with pleading eyes.

"I am home. The only home I have ever known." I told her as I took a sip from me beer.

"You're drunk." She stated as I laughed.

"I can't get drunk." I told her. "Goodbye Wanda." I said before shutting the door. As I moved away towards the window once again, someone banged louder on my door.

When I opened it Natasha walked inside. I closed the door before anyone else could come inside.

"What do you want Natasha?" I asked her impatiently.

"I want you to come home." She pleaded with me.

"I am home." I told her.

"No you're not. You're just surviving each day. This is a place that you lay your head each night." She said as she stepped closer to me. "Home is being with the people who love you."

"Well when you find them, let me know." I smirked at her as I got another beer.

"I love you." She said as I laughed and shook my head.

"No you don't. You all just love the idea of having another super soldier on the team." I told her as I slammed the beer down. "That's all I am to all of you. Just another weapon. You're just like Hydra."

"I LOVE YOU. Y/N. I AM SO FUCKING IN LOVE WITH YOU. SO PLEASE JUST COME HOME WITH ME." She yelled. "Please come home."

"You're?" I asked her shocked that she would ever see me as I see her.

"Yes." She said as she remained in her place. I approached her until I was stood before her. My hand ghosted her cheek before I finally held her cheek in my hand.

"I have waited so long to hear that." I whispered as I looked between her eyes. "I have loved you since the first time you kicked my ass in training." I told her.

"Kiss me." She whispered. I wasted no time in closing the gap and kissing her with every emotion I felt towards her. This kiss spoke 1000 words. A thousand I Love Yous in one moment shared between two souls.

[flo-zoinks]

do you think Dutch every truly cared about Arthur, John, oe any of the gang members? Or he only cared about how useful they were to him? How loyal they were to him?

I think he cared genuinely to an extent, especially when it came to Arthur, he just ultimately cared about himself more and his own ego. Just my take tho, it's a bit more complex than that but I really don't know how to word it :")

Good take!! Thanks for asking me ♡

In short (if possible), I think Dutch cared, but other factors were a lot more dominating than that love.

To Dutch, I believe his biggest goal in life was his image. Dutch's idea of a perfect person was someone who took in and protected the rejected and weak around him, who didn't follow and submit to the society around him, who longed for freedom and spoke wise words about not conforming. Whilst this idea of a perfect person might not be what everyone else thinks at all, it's what he does. Arthur and John fell into that image - the people someone perfect would protect and care for, and teach his own ways. So Dutch believed he cared for them, being that perfect person, and acted as someone who would. That's why I think he did things that looked like caring, (what he believed was), but when it came to things that werent obvious, or took too much work he deemed necessary, he allowed other factors to dominate that caring feature of a person to mentally ignore them whilst still feeling good about himself.

That's why I think he was so easily able not to save Arthur, his son, in chapter 6. A Father, or a Mother who truly loves their child as they should wouldn't give up that love so easily, as Dutch did. No matter the current issues, they would save their child, at the risk of their own life easily. Dutch allowed that judgement and voices to enter his head so quickly, and used it to allow himself to abandon his child, telling himself it fit the criteria of a perfect person as "they deserved that." It was easier to do that, then to have to make a decision that could possibly harm his own idea of himself.

Take for instance, Dutch's jailbreaks. If Arthur goes to jail for a prolonged time, theres a good chance Dutch will break him out in the game. However when Arthur gets kidnapped by the O'Driscolls, I dont think Dutch went to look for him past the jails and saloons. A caring person would search where he thought would fit, like those jails and saloons. Someone who loved further and actually cared like a Father would search and put in countless hours to retrieve their loved one, but once he'd finished feeling like a good person didn't care to look further.

So generally because I'm so close to going off topic lmfao, I think his belief that he cared manifested into a little actual care, however wasn't as big as he pretended. He saw them as assets, as parts that existed to him to help him feel good about himself, as tools. The people around him, Reverend, Molly and so on exist to stroke his ego and tell him he's a saviour, he's so smart and perfect. But when Arthur and John begin to openly doubt and judge him whilst Micah doesn't, he sees it easier to believe Micah's words and follows the route that reminds him hes perfect, meaning he doesnt need to care for Arthur and so on to feel good about himself. Their purpose doesn't work anymore, their used up and broken, so that care disappears.

That's also how I view the American Venom scene, when Dutch shoots Micah. At that point, Dutch sees the full maliciousness and "evil" in Micah's words, and realises his mind will never be able to twist things and his own views to justify their actions anymore. So to still feel well about himself, he shoots Micah. Besides, 'that's what a good person would do, right?' He still doesn't need John, still sees him as someone who will damage his self-image, so therefore not worth his attention and a traitor to him, but is perhaps a little less hostile to him. He's reminded a good person should still care for him, and Arthur, so treats it as his final act of 'love' he can perform. His final moment of 'caring'.

Am I yapping any sense ? Not really. Am I tired? Ya! But this is just my personal view! I agree with u fo sho so thanks for the ask!! I'm so grateful I love these so much. I'd also love to see other opinions or views on this❤❤🌟

[sepublic]

Fucked up actually how Garmadon is just. Never allowed to be happy and he knows it. He's a young kid who's going out of his way to protect his little brother and he gets so horrifically cursed and punished and doomed for it for the rest of his life, and he grows up knowing this will haunt and change him, that this will vilify him. There's all this talk of a 'balance' between good and evil and how both must exist, so does it drive Garmadon mad knowing that he is still technically playing a role in preserving the natural order of things, yet he will be despised and horrified by what he's done, grappling with the guilt in a best-case scenario, while others are celebrated because they're lucky enough to be chosen to fight for good instead?

He had to constantly fight the evil in his veins growing up, knowing it would eventually be over. But he still tried his best to do as much good as he possibly could, he tried not to hold it against Wu but at the same time... He took such an enormous bullet for his brother. Wu never asked him to do it, but Garmadon wasn't even allowed to agree to it either. I can see how easy it would've been to tell himself; Wu is going to grow old and loved and happy. I won't be. I deserve something for my sacrifice, for what I did for his sake.

What does he think, what right would we have to judge me, as if I haven't already lost it all for him, as if he doesn't have to contend with how he might act under the influence of the Great Devourer?! Garmadon actually gets this little bit of happiness with Misako, even a child... And fate plays the cruelest joke, practically punishing Garmadon for this, by making this child the very Green Ninja destined to defeat him; Why not someone else, like Morro dammit?! Even so, Garmadon does everything to NOT take out his frustration on Lloyd, despite knowing Lloyd is supposed to end any chance at happiness for Garmadon by ending his life.

The introduction of the Great Devourer's venom as a plot point is interesting, because it admittedly does absolve Garmadon of his wrongdoing (or make it very easy to) by re-contextualizing it all as something he's forced to commit, yet very much does try to fight against. Him continuing to love and care for Lloyd and look for loopholes out of fighting his son, instead of just destroying him, does prove how much he's trying to avert the venom's influence anyway. He IS trying.

I think the lingering specter looming over Garmadon over his inevitable fate must've like. Made it really hard for him to be happy at times, or even dare to dream of happiness. He committed his youth to saving the world, and then was trapped in the Underworld for years. He languishes alone with only the company of people who hate him and only go along out of coercion, people who DID choose to be evil. Garmadon has his agonizing stint as the lord of darkness, but still tries to help Lloyd, and after everything is freed.

And he still tries to atone!!! He still tries to make up for everything by swearing a vow of pacifism, and only rightfully goes back on that when an innocent life, his very son he does so much for, is threatened! Garmadon is allowed like, what? A few years of happiness with his wife and child, only a few years at best of not having to worry about the future because now destiny is out of the way and it's a fresh start for him, he can actually rest and breathe easy knowing there's no guaranteed doom ahead of him.

But he's still haunted by his past, still trying to make up for it; And then he has to sacrifice himself to save everyone all over again. And Garmadon dies, but he's not even allowed to stay dead because his soul is brought back in a fractured, tormented state, by someone who idolizes and misunderstands the worst period of his life, his greatest trauma. And now Garmadon is stumbling around, half-formed, incomplete, back in that same old trap and it's just so hard... But after everything, he still goes back to the same attempts at bettering himself, going against his nature one step at a time, in all of the little ways, rebuilding himself.

But his relationship with his son, this whole time, is deeply destroyed and fractured and hurt in a way it's never been before; And he and Lloyd never really get that reconciliation at the end of Crystalized. He doesn't get to be with his wife anymore and vice-versa. Garmadon is half a soul but still trying, he's always trying to be kind and good even in the worst of circumstances, it's his most natural instinct no matter how much tries to bury it underneath.

It's just. MAN; He really isn't allowed to be happy, isn't allowed to live or settle down. Truly doomed by the narrative, and by the hype of the Lego Ninjago Movie resurrecting the image of Lord Garmadon. Garmadon isn't allowed to hope, he isn't allowed to rest or settle down, it's just a constant battle for him. Sometimes I think he must've had a moment where he was just tired of being nice despite everything the world threw at him, that maybe he deserved a chance to go ape shit against everyone's ungrateful attitude and hypocritical condemnation by just embracing the darkness, and getting to think about himself for a moment; I think the closest to that was the love letter situation with Wu and Misako. A moment like that in the Oni trilogy would've been nice to see, though it has been a long while since I've watched it, so it may have happened.

Maybe Garmadon and the Overlord could've bonded over the fact that they're both doomed to play the role that nobody wants and everyone hates, yet is explicitly required by 'the balance' to exist nonetheless. I'd have loved to see him and Harumi interact in Crystalized, given Garmadon seems actually distraught when he accidentally kills her; It'd have done nice things for both characters to explore Garmadon's feelings about someone who chooses to glamorize his evil, but also weirdly enough appreciates him over it, too?

I'd have liked to see those two actually talk about the fact that Garmadon was doomed again all over, yet unintentionally maybe given a second chance at happiness, given his attempts at rehabilitation. And how does Harumi feel about this, how does she move on when her idol also fails her in this way? Does she keep clinging to a replacement like the Overlord, or just let go? It all turned to be NOT what she expected, both with the ninja and then with Garmadon.

It's like, man. The very concept of the 'balance' between good and evil having to exist, that there can't be too much evil but there also can't be too much good, and how this latter part is never explored because it exposes how fucked up the status quo is, it's driving me insane; Hell it drives Wu, Misako, Lloyd, and even Morro insane too. Someone has to take the fall, someone has to be the scapegoat, the sacrificial martyr, and be vilified for doing something everyone needs them to do. I'd go mad. Maybe that's the real reason for the Overlord's cruelty. And what happens if you take into account the original plan for Crystalized to reveal the Overlord is just the FSM's rejected Oni side?

[rockingrobin69]

Horrid

“It’s horrid!” Pansy cried delightfully.

“It’s vintage,” Malfoy rolled his eyes. He wrapped the shawl over his shoulder carefully, and leaned back in his chair. “Thank you, secret admirer. This one is my favourite.”

“What! I got you an actual Prada, you git.”

The tip of Malfoy’s lip tugged upwards, and something fluttered in Harry’s chest, unbound. It shouldn’t still have such an effect on him. It did. “Yes, love, and it was very nice. Thank you.” He turned to give her a little kiss on the cheek (and Harry didn’t pout, because he wasn’t a baby, but he felt his face do something, not small and not subtle).

“Good loot this year,” Greg said with a considerate hum at the piles stuffing the back room. “Much better than last.”

“Yes, it’s almost like you’re famous now, darling,” Pansy drawled. “Have you seen the amount of people outside? Your show’s going to be wild.”

“I’ve seen,” Malfoy said. “I’ve also noticed the, ah, addition to the list.”

Everyone else in the room looked at each other then promptly dropped it. “What do you,” Greg, and “Certainly nothing,” Pansy, and “Hmm,” from Harry, who couldn’t think words fast enough. Then silence. Then:

“She wanted to come,” Harry found himself saying, and felt like a right idiot. It wasn’t his place and it wasn’t even a thing. It was just, Malfoy with that hint of a blush, the tightening in the corner of his mouth and the way his long fingers kept tapping the edge of the table. “The flowers are from her.”

Malfoy very pointedly did not look at the bouquet. Must have been quite the effort; it took over half of the room. “I,” he said, then swallowed. “Well then. Mother picked a good show to attend. I’m sure she’ll be entertained.”

Harry’s seen his show a hundred and seventeen times before. ‘Entertaining’ wasn’t even close, not in the realm of what he was, of what he created. Like magic but not flawless: thoughtful and honest and brilliant and tight. And large and bright and colourful. And compelling and funny and direct. And—

“What,” Malfoy, dryly, at the helpless thing Harry’s face was doing. “Speak.”

Pansy and Greg were looking at him too. Fuckers: they all agreed on this, and now of course he’s the one caught in Malfoy’s crossfire. In his disappointed eyes. Pleading, “You’re the most—your show is—she wants to see, so what? So she’ll see. Worst case she goes home and you still never speak to her. Best case…” left it off, no chance for him to say the right thing anyway. The depth of it, the hurt of it, and the miracle of it were all Malfoy’s to determine.

“Merlin, you absolute sap,” but without the venom Harry knew his voice still possessed. A hand, warm around his sleeve: and glitter, and Malfoy with his mascara-long lashes, and his lovely, lovely, lovely eyes, and being so close and bafflingly warm and smelling so nice, so sharp.

“Okay,” Malfoy said. “You will all pay for this, of course. But okay. I didn’t—never expected her to want to see me.”

Who wouldn’t? Harry thought. Ah, no, said, out loud. Everyone heard, including Malfoy, whose expression took on this icy disbelief quickly melting into something… worse.

“Oh.”

“Erm,” said Greg.

“I…” Harry rubbed the back of his neck, his cheeks caught on fire.

“Well,” said Pansy.

Malfoy looked from her, to Greg, to Harry. His eyes were—very eyes. His face, entirely face. “All right,” he said evenly. “Too much. For just now. Harry, if you wouldn’t mind staying after the show?”

Like he has done for the past, what, three months? Every night? “Sure.”

The amusement-confusion-nausea must have been evident in his voice, for Malfoy rolled his eyes, and at that moment there was nothing dearer than him in the whole universe. “Right.” Toying with the shawl, the one Harry agonised for ages over purchasing. “Right. You’re all arseholes and get out of my dressing room, etcetera.” When they shuffled to leave: “Wait���Harry.”

Gulping, he stayed.

“I,” Malfoy said, “don’t normally appreciate people butting in.”

Gulped louder. “Sorry. I know it’s… shitty. Sorry.”

“You will be,” dead serious. “Also, thank you. For the gift.”

“You’re welcome?” Was it very obvious, how badly he wanted to give him everything? Malfoy, being Malfoy, laughed.

“All right, tosser, off you go now. Pansy wants to get you drunk, by the way. She thinks it’s funnier when you’re drunk. Did you know you speak rather a lot? When inebriated. Anyway, she thinks it might be necessary, but I have other plans, so better keep sharp, hmm? Will you be a good boy for me?”

Throat dried up so quickly he stumbled, “Y-yeah. Yeah? Yes. Yeah.”

He was so beautiful in his eyelashes and glitter and the shawl. And the kohl and the nose and the look in his eyes which were so very eyes and so very his.

It truly was staggering, how gone Harry was. How terribly he liked it. “See you after,” he said, his voice strangely soft, and bent to place a brave kiss at Malfoy’s cheek. Then ran away, to the traitors Pansy and Greg who were waiting at the bar, ready to squeal and punch his arm and give awful advice he would never take.

Horrid and bright and not flawless. And magic.  

For anon, from ages ago.

[cuddlyscribe]

(My phone said that it failed to send a request, just in case you did got my request)

Can I request part 3 of King x bad guy reader?

So there’s a PPV on male reader’s hometown, and King & reader are part of a 4 way match with the championship on the line. King noticed that reader has been a little distant and more quiet than usual.

Towards the end of the match, reader gets knocked out at ringside and King and the champion are battling out in the ring. King does his signature move and goes for the pin.

Male reader suddenly gets in the ring, grabs King, throws him out (through the ropes), and pins the champion. 1,2,3 he’s now the new champion.

King gets up to see male reader, holding the championship, crying tears of joy while the crowd starts chanting “you deserve it!” Especially given that this is the first ever championship he ever won.

How would King feel? Would he be mad? Would he be happy for him? That’s up to you.

thank you for sending your request again since I didn't see one from you before this one! I think this is a really unique idea, and there's a lot to unpack here 🤔 hope you enjoy!

[TEKKEN MASTERLIST]

To be honest, I feel like King would be off because his partner is off. He's so in tune with the people that he does tag matches with that if he senses something's wrong with their energy, he'll get the same sort of feeling.

Of course it's unlikely to be caused by the same thing, but he almost mirrors his partner's vibe.

But when he gets into the ring with him, King tries to shake it off. Maybe he just thought he saw that they were upset and misunderstood, or he's just way too tired from training for this PPV.

They both get in the ring and things are fine for awhile, until that dreaded moment.

Everyone in the audience figures it's kayfabe, that this was an intentional spot and was done to set up a feud between the two of you. After all, King sells it like a work. It's extremely convincing.

The crowd loves his partner, though, and for a moment he doesn't even really think about what just happened. He's just proud that everyone is finally cheering for him, just like King always knew he deserved.

Hell, he worked his ass off every chance he got. It was a win he deserved, even if the win was... Confusing to King.

I think that feeling of pride doesn't fully wear off for King. Even after he walks back towards the backstage area, he sees him holding the belt and it just feels right. King had been fighting for his recognition with the higher ups for months.

At first he does think that this was scripted, just that he wasn't in on it. He can't help but think it's kinda genius.

But then he sees his reaction change again into something more sullen and distant, and King knows that something's not right.

Of course he wants to be mad at him. King feels hurt and embarrassed by the action. And during a PPV that nearly a million people were likely watching? It's a low blow.

But King just wants to understand, really. So he walks up to him and asks straight up: "what happened out there?"

It doesn't come out mean or venomous, it's genuine and filled with concern. Everyone else might think King's partner is a bad guy, but King's gotten to know him too well to truly believe that hook, line and sinker anymore.

King simply wants an honest answer, even if it's not something he wants to hear. The man is quite literally one of the most honorable, and will at the very least respect a man that owns up to his actions no matter what the motive was.

[punk-in-docs]

Okay I'm coming in hot for director's cut - so sorry if you've already answered this, but I'm curious how "Pencils" came to be in your mind / I'd love to hear any thoughts you have about this series.

- @superblysubpar 💛

Thank you for the ask @superblysubpar I’m coming in slow AF with my answer. Sorry about that babes. Been a helluva week. This ask made me smile though-

As far as Pencil’s nickname is concerned, I can tell you that it comes from a very innocent and a very sweet place; I simply believe that they first met/ knew of each other/ were in each others orbit/ in one class back in middle school.

Eddie being the scrungly non conformist metal baby that he was back then, probably didn’t care to come equipped for class, and then he gets sat behind this cool girl in scruffy jeans and too big plaid and sneakers, always humming cool songs and sending a withering glare at the empty headed preppy kids en route to high school stardom, when they picked on anyone (him mostly)

He doesn’t know why he does it. Maybe he’s looking for an olive branch, but either way he asks this cool girl in front of him, on the first day of class if he can borrow or steal a Pencil.

And she smiles, and says sure and hands him one. No problem.

Every class she smiles when he lopes in late and slips behind her. Every time he asks for one despite having several in his bag he plays dumb, just because of the rush of talking to her. Better than any sugar rush or sabbath riff.

He wants to approach her outside class, but he constantly sees her with this popular girl glued to her side as she rambles on about boys. He scuffs his converse and lets his courage shrink. Maybe pulls clownish stunts to see her laugh. And it all goes into distant orbit of being aware of each other by the time high school comes around. Aware but distanced.

Then, one fateful night, years and years and many grades later, he’s just done a deal with an asshole jock in the woods at Kyle whatshisnames party, and when he steps back onto the green green lawn, to scurry along home, imagine his shock when he finds that same girl, primped and partied up in a poppy outfit-

Pretty as ever too. So so pretty.

He’s never forgotten Pencil girl. Pencils. the nickname snapped out his mouth then with fervour and a toothy grin. Pencils. Always holding one in class. Doodling away. Drawing the shape and shading on hands or pill bugs or flowers and weird dogs and buildings and streets on the margins of her books or legal pads. The artist through and through.

Wants to study it one day, she said. Draw and draw til her fingers drop off. Draw comics and stage sets and paintings-

He’s never forgotten her small acts of kindness where everyone else had slung venom. Passed him answers on little torn scraps of paper for the pop quiz. Lend him pencils when he needed them. Or an eraser. Or stifled a laugh when he said something funny to frustrate the teacher.

She’s sat there, on this lawn chair, drunk probably, and there’s evidence of tears under her eyes and she’s just small and all alone, and he just, he can’t have that. He can’t leave it like that.

This time Eddie puffs his chest up and grins, eyes dancing bright, this time, the chance seems way too good to let slip through his fingers.

He can’t look away now he’s seen her. This is fate. It’s destiny even. If this shit show called life could ever hand him something kind and good, then here it is baby. Lit up in flashing gold tulip bulb lights like a goddamned broadway theatre.

Don’t miss this one again, kid. Hope don’t come knocking twice.

He cracks his knuckles. He boldly goes to see if she remembers him.

Here goes nothin, Munson-

[eyes-of-mischief]

weekly fic recs | 52

fandoms: hp, mdzs, svsss, tgcf

hp

evans by DragonflyxParodies

There is a picture in one of the books of a worn young man, heavily scarred with gentle eyes. Remus Lupin, he is identified as. The man who was watching Charles, and presumably Harry. The man who died defending them. Harry traces his fingertips over the man’s face and wonders.

And then he stops, and reels all those thoughts into a tangled knot and tucks it away.

They didn’t want him; that’s fine. He doesn’t want them either.

xxx

Alternatively; Harry James Evans is Sorted Slytherin, desperate to stay hidden from the family that gave him up so many years ago. Severus Snape owes debts to a child presumed dead and the child's tormented godfather; and now he has a cunning, paranoid snake to charm all without tipping anyone else off to the boy's true identity.

snaca by orphan_account

snake: a long limbless reptile which has no eyelids, a short tail and jaws that are capable of considerable extension. Some snakes have a venomous bite.

mdzs

D.C. al Fine by westiec

For a moment Lan Wangji thinks he is dead, and he is wracked with such shocking, unexpected grief that he stops breathing.

-

Wei Wuxian gets a second chance, just when he is least ready for it.

Alter by Solmae

(explicit) (graphic depictions of violence, rape/non-con, underage)

Qishan Wen Sect's power is growing, overshadowing the land like the rising sun.

While other cultivation sects are becoming uncomfortable, they also want to avoid trouble. But Gusu Lan Sect has been a thorn in the Wen Sect's side for years, slowly growing isolated, until even the famous Gusu lectures are closed to outsiders. Until one day, Wen Ruohan decides he's had enough and sends his forces to Gusu.

The Cloud Recesses burns. The Lan Sect is slaughtered. The Twin Jades are taken prisoners, forced into impossible choices to protect each other.

And the uneasy peace shatters.

svsss

To Conquer an Emperor by zarasu

(explicit)

Transmigrating into the stallion novel he hates most is bad enough, but why did it have to be into the body of one of the protagonist's wives? Shen Yuan spends exactly two months dealing with harem intrigues, sullen maids and his husband utterly ignoring him before he decides to go on an extended holiday. Very extended. Surely no one will care if he just forgets about being married and becomes a cultivator, right?

(In which Luo Binghe goes on a quest to bring his errant husband home and Shen Yuan takes him on an adventure instead.)

Tarnished Gold by Prim_the_Amazing

(mature) (graphic depictions of violence)

Becoming emperor of the cultivation world will start with a first step as small and basic as becoming Head Disciple of Huan Hua Palace. For that, he must steal the position away from the current Head Disciple. Luo Binghe will sabotage, upstage, and completely and utterly best him.

The road to destroying everything and everyone who has ever wronged him, to becoming the highest ruler so that no one will ever have the right to control him ever again - it will start as simply as ruining Gongyi Xiao’s life.

Compared to everything else he’s already done, this should be easy.

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Luo Binghe brings all his skills of cunning and brutality to bear on Gongyi Xiao, Head Disciple of Huan Hua Palace Sect. It… doesn’t go too well for him.

Every Gamble Has A Price by Lost_Starlight

(mature)

Shen Yuan’s careful preparations to fake his own demise are rudely interrupted by actual death, and that should be the end of his story.

But in the world of Proud Immortal Demon Way, nothing is ever quite that simple.

Or: Shen Qingqiu dies while Luo Binghe is in the Abyss, and all his hard work goes to waste when the half-demon follows his original’s cold-hearted career path to the throne. However, fate (and the System) are not finished with the Demon Lord yet. And what better to throw at him than traitors, unknown diseases, and odd, suspicious civilians who know more than they should?

tgcf

Lost in the Tide by kianspo

(mature)

Once-upon-a-time an aspiring surgeon and now a down-on-his-luck vet Xie Lian is struggling to keep his little clinic open. He's not doing very well until one night a handsome stranger bursts in, begging him to save his dog.

of death, and love, and absolution by Naamah_Beherit

(mature)

Every year, a ghost king roams the night in search of lost souls and leaves only destruction in his wake. Every year, Hua Cheng's temples are burning.

Or: a story in which Xie Lian is a Devastation, Hua Cheng is a Heaven Official, and nothing is what it seems.

Torn, Trampled Flower by hoarder_of_stories

(explicit) (rape/non-con)

Xie Lian, cursed to be the target of any rape that happens around him, has what is unfortunately a fairly normal day for him. Hua Cheng finds him afterwards.

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Stunned, he drops his bag of scraps. The flower in his hand flutters to the ground. He watches it fall, and resigns himself to what comes next.

He knows not to fight, by now. The curse on him is vindictive. He fought, at first. And then he learned about the people whose suffering replaced his own.

He fixes the image of the woman he’d found, broken and lifeless, all those centuries ago, in his mind’s eye, and forces his muscles to relax.

[officialleehadan]

If It Bites You

Hello darlings! Today's story was brought to you by Bradford! Darling, thank you so much for all your support! It means the world to me!

Prompt: The Monster of the Isle with: "Hey I think I might be toxic. Also where should I put this very dead snake?"

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“So uh, I have a question.”

It’s Craig. I didn’t expect him to survive this long, but he’s been surprisingly careful about not touching things, and very sensibly doesn’t try to save people who are already dead from their own choices. These days, we’re pretty much down to just the smart members of our group, and deaths are a lot less common. Craig has survived long enough for it not to be an accident.

Then again, he’s also holding a dead snake, so the jury’s still kind of out.

“What does it mean when something bites you and it dies?” he asks and gestures with the snake still in his hand, looking a little bit lost. “I didn’t bite it, so it’s not venomous, right?”

“Toxic,” Saffina supplies from her workstation and eyes the dead snake. “If you bite it and it dies, you’re venomous. If it bites you and it dies, you’re toxic.”

“If you bite each other and nobody dies it’s kinky,” Círce calls with a grin that would be promising on anyone else and mostly just serves to bare her fangs. She hasn’t let the scientists look at her teeth yet, but I’m betting that she is packing some serious venom. “So, dead snake?”

“Uh, yeah,” Craig says and looks around aimlessly. “So uh. Where do I put it?”

“Did it die before or after you touched it?” Saffina asks, and pulls on gloves before she comes over to examine the snake. “And you’re sure it’s really dead?”

“Broke its neck even after I was pretty sure it was dead. Didn’t want to take chances.”

“Good choice. In the box.”

Craig obligingly drops the snake into the box Saffina offers. Her claws can go right through her thin gloves, but they’ll protect her hands from any potential contact poisons. When the new specimen is contained, he edges in my direction a little bit nervous, and seeking the same reassurance I tend to give my Pack.

“So… changes,” he says tentatively. Now that I’m listening, there’s a weird little chitter under his voice. I wonder what other traits he’s gotten that he either didn’t notice or didn’t mention. “I’m… I think I’m toxic now. I didn’t even see it before it bit me and wrapped around my arm. Started to squeeze before it went limp all at once.”

“If it wrapped around you and started to squeeze it was a constrictor,” Saffina says, and looks into the box again. “That makes sense. It’s too heavy-bodied for a viper. Just in case, stay close. We don’t have any antivenoms, but if you start having venom effects, we’ll do what we can for you.”

“Thanks Saff. So boss… uh. What now?”

“Guess you’re Pack now,” I say with a shrug and catch Zack’s eye. He’s much better at keeping everyone in order. My job is just to kind of be the person people lay on when they freak out. Saffina took a nap on my shoulder after the acid claws revelation and Marishka purred and petted her hair. It was nice. “So your job is gonna change. Once we know what all has changed for you, we’ll move you to a job that works best with your new abilities.”

“I’m stronger too,” Craig says uncomfortably. “But I didn’t know about the poison part.”

“Sit down. I’ll test your fluids and get you some answers,” Saffina says reassuringly. She switches gloves now that the snake is dead and goes for the communal took kits for swabs. Craig is still bleeding from where the snake bit him, so she tests that too, before drawing a little blood, and swabbing the inside of his cheek. “We have baseline tests for everyone here, so I should be able to compare what you were to what you are now.”

“No cuddles until after we know you’re not dangerous to touch,” Siggi says, completely unbothered by so much physical contact, although some of the more American soldiers are a little bit weird about it. I’m glad that Zack just doesn’t care, and Siggi isn’t American. Círceisn’t as touchy as Marishka who is delighted to drape herself on anyone who holds still long enough. “How did you get bitten by a snake, anyway?”

“You know when people say ‘if it was a snake, it would have bit me���? Craig asks with a rueful smile, although he holds absolutely still as Saffina takes a small skin sample from his hand. It doesn’t bleed. Saffina is careful. “It was a snake. It bit me.”

“You didn’t grab it?”

“Thought it was a stick across a pack I was trying to move.”

He was lucky. So incredibly lucky, both that it was a constrictor, and that he happened to be toxic himself. Anyone else in our group would have struggled and many of them would have died. My Pack would probably be alright, but that’s something different. They all have alternative options for getting out of a bad situation.

“I’m glad you’re not dead,” I tell him and pat his shoulder, careful only to touch his body armor, just in case the rest of him is toxic too. “Don’t worry. Saffina will figure out what’s going on with you, and when she does, we���ll get you settled into the pack.”

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The Monster of the Isle:

Isle of Monsters

Return to the Isle of Monsters

Monsterpedia   (Subscriber Only!)

Doom in the Distance (Subscriber Only!)

Eight Down

In the Trees (Subscriber Only!)

Specimen Hunting

First Changes (Subscriber Only!)

Croczilla

Flying Vampire Frogs (Subscriber Only!)

Unsettling

In the Food

On-The-Go Snacking (Subscriber Only!)

Drum Doom (Subscriber Only!)

Below Beasts

Monster Versus Monster (Subscriber Only!)

Fight or Flight (Subscriber Only!)

Pack to Defend (Subscriber Only!)

Adjusting Time (Subscriber Only!)

Acid Claws

Smell What's Coming (Subscriber Only!)

If It Bites You (New!)

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MASTERLIST

[5sosfanfictioncatalogue]

(TW) Addiction Masterlist

Amnesia (ao3) - mikeywritings Luke/Ashton M, 51k

Summary: A year together and their walls are beginning to crumble to obliterated parcels. Space is growing between them, bringing them to do things that they would have never thought to have done before. In attempt to escape from the pain of their struggling relationship, Ashton injects a venom into his system until he's lying down with his head high in the clouds. Luke is pushed into the shadows, watching with distress in his wide eyes, wishing Ashton would return to him. (Ashton gets hooked on heroin, and it makes the rocky conditions between him and Luke even more treacherous.)

it was a lie when they smiled (and said 'you won't feel a thing') (ao3) - realmsoffreedom Michael/Luke, Calum/Ashton M, 15k

Summary: Five years ago, Ashton Irwin disappeared, leaving only a note that said not to find him.

When they do find him, however, it's in such an unfortunate state that none of them ever imagined possible.

I wish the only drug in me was you (ao3) - ShyyyVictoria Luke/Ashton T, 962

Summary: luke is strung out insomniac.

Pills (ao3) - coolbabyblue T, 4k

Summry: Luke had hated everything about Calum. Had, very specifically in the past tense. You see he learnt to love him when the brunette showed him how to be himself, but now, he's just lost. -- Luke wasn't thinking straight. Not at all. He got like this often. Suppressing his feelings and fears with alcohol and drugs, why did it have to be so easy for everyone else to be normal?

Puzzle with a Missing Piece (ao3) - littleluke Luke/Ashton, Michael/Ashton M, 2k

Summary: Ashton Irwin has just been granted an academic scholarship to Sydney's most illustrious boarding school - Concordia. He wasn't expecting it to be easy, trying to fit in with a bunch of stuck up rich kids when he's the complete opposite. But after being roomed with Luke Hemmings, the school's biggest homophobic jerk, he realises just how much of an understatement "it won't be easy" is.

Or, the one where Luke and Ashton are polar opposites, or so they assume.

Sandy Haired Boy (ao3) - coolbabyblue Luke/Ashton T, 5k

Summary: Luke isn't sure why his life took this turn. 

He loved the sandy haired boy he kissed in front of him. He loved him with his whole entire heart. He loved that they lived so close, he loved that they were together. 

Luke hated that he chose to mix with crowds other than Ashton's own people. He hated that he went to parties and got absolutely drunk for the first time when Ashton wasn't there but rather his second group of friends. 

Luke hated that in his drunk haze he kissed lips that weren't Ashton's and he loved it. He hates that he stared into green eyes as he made out with a guy who's name he didn't even know. 

Second Go (ao3) - dafeedil Michael/Calum M, 31k

Summary: Michael's still devastatingly beautiful, is the thing that sucks the most. His eyes still glisten when the sunset reflects against them, and the way his porcelain skin looks coupled with the ocean visible through the passenger side window makes Calum want to run his fingers over the boy all over again. Michael's touch isn't something he ever thought he'd want to feel again, but in this moment, Calum can't think of anything he's ever yearned harder for.

Or, Calum goes back to his hometown with the intent to attend a high school reunion, but what he gets instead is a second chance at love.

Temporary high (ao3) - orphan_account Luke/Calum T, 4k

Summary: 'This was it. It had been coming for a long time, Luke wasn't stupid, he knew there was going to be a time when everyone had turned their backs on him, left him alone to destroy his life after they finally realised nothing they did was going to work. He'd known this was going to happen but he didn't try and stop it, just kept pushing everyone and their offers of help away. This was all his own fault.'

thrusting my head straight through the fucking glass (ao3) - calumbear (orphan_account) OT4 E, 4k

Summary: Michael isn't shocked, it's no secret that Luke is completely and utterly obsessed with death. Except this admission is almost worrying, it's the closest that Luke has come to telling him that he wants to end it. "You're telling me that we're stood here because you could jump to your death?"

"Yes, that's exactly what I'm telling you." Luke smiles so brightly. He's happy because if anyone will understand him, Michael will.

"You're not going to do it are you?" The cars rumble past beneath them and the lights of the city keep shining as these two insignificant boys talk about something insignificant to this big city.

"Why Doesn't The World Believe In Me Anymore?" (ao3) - until_your_breathing_stops_forever E, 2k

Summary: Luke had been through a lot and he isn't quite sure how he ends up talking to a priest at half nine on a Tuesday night about his drug addiction but somehow he is here and maybe it's the best thing he has ever done.

[darkness-falls-tarot]

Sabrina Carpenter and Barry Keoghan: what is going on right now??

All readings are alleged and for entertainment purposes only; please take each reading with a grain of salt.

I know no one asked for it but I heard this from my coworker today and thought it would probably be best to get to this topic while it’s still fresh for everyone.

How is Sabrina: page of swords reversed, the hierophant, knight of cups reversed - the entire ordeal caught her off guard completely. She wasn’t ready for anything like this to happen and was hopeful for a happy ending with her relationship. She’s trying to keep herself grounded but deep down she is an emotional wreck. This has broken her far more than previous relationships have.

How is Barry: 10 of cups reversed, 4 of wands, 3 of wands, 2 of wands reversed - Barry is realizing he’s lost his chance at a happy family or whatever he was hoping for with Sabrina. Now he is enjoying the company of this other woman he was seeing on the side and seeing where this goes instead. But for Barry he is always repeating the same patterns and he will do so again and again because what he wants is never attainable. He’s searching for the perfect woman and if he finds one flaw in whomever he’s with at that time he will go out in search of another.

Oracle card for Sabrina: someone else - well this card is a nail on the head sadly. It literally says someone is in the middle trying to sabotage things.

Oracle card 2 for Sabrina: liar - this card cautions her to be careful of a liar in her life. That would most likely be Barry. If he is in fact cheating she needs to be careful of his behavior and leave him for good. He probably said he changed and was growing with her but if the rumors are true he clearly was playing her all along.

Oracle card for Barry: caution - I’m sensing this is his time to start thinking of what a huge mistake this was to cheat on Sabrina but also all his previous partners were cheated on by him. He needs to start asking why that is.

What advice do my cards have for Sabrina: death, 5 of cups reversed, ace of swords - with the death card first I say this is a sign for her that a permanent breakup from Barry is necessary for her to heal and will change her life for the better. It’s going to be rough as indicated by the 5 of cups, but as it’s reversed here it will be painful for a time before she sees things in a new perspective. The end result will be a sense of clarity and strength that will come over her; and I am getting the feeling she is going to make some songs from this experience and what the grieving process will also bring. With the ace of swords as well I think she is going to enter her next relationship with more caution and have a better understanding of what she’s expecting from the men she’ll date from now on. I do see her coming out on top in all of this.

What advice do my cards have for Barry: 5 of wands, 3 of cups reversed, page of cups - Barry is going to have a LOT of confrontations coming his way. Gossip will not be on his side and people in the industry, his friends, costars, interviewers, basically everyone will be coming to him and going “Why?” The media will be digging up things on his life and possibly his history of previous relationships and their outcome. This gossip will be venomous and harmful for him and temporary could cause some issues with people watching his films. So any new projects could be at risk; he’ll still get roles but most people will be boycotting in support of Sabrina. With all of this I think it’s going to give Barry some new perspective on his life and the decisions he’s made; he may start to work on healing this issue that causes him to do this or he could try and actually get better at being a boyfriend. It will come as a shock to him but Sabrina was someone he said he’d change his ways because of her, and maybe now he will.

How long will Barry’s new relationship last: says next new moon - that would be approximately December 29.

*Note* if it comes out that this isn’t the official breakup there are some issues and I’m guessing the cheating is true. Either way Sabrina is broken and he’s aware he’s got some issues to work out in his life.

[slytherintragedy]

Every since they were young, it had always been Theodore for Daphne. She went to him for everything, he was the only one she wanted to spend her life with for the longest of times. And maybe that's why she hadn't really entertained the idea of dating, of finding someone to settle down with and start a family with til now. Which in a perfect world maybe she would have found everything she was longing for with him but this wasn't a perfect world, far from it so this was the one thing she couldn't do with him.. ❪ At least she didn't think so and that hurt more than she was willingly to admit. ❫ Besides if she was truly being honest with herself, she knew that the day would come that they couldn't do everything together. And surely he did too, right? She didn't know but that quickly pushed aside for a moment when she heard his words, causing her to scoff at him. ❝Well it's a good thing that it's not up to you to decide whose right for me or not. But I'm sure they'd all love to know that you don't find them good enough for me, that might be such a blow to their egos. Yet if none of them is good enough for me then who is cause I'd love to know.❞ Because if his own best mate wasn't good enough for her then who was?

The venom in his tone had her taken aback, she's witnessed that tone before but it was never truly directed towards her. So the fact that it was now, had her shifting farther away from him. She could tell that he was hurt and angry but she sincerely didn't understand why. ❝Are you bloody fucking serious mate? Have you completely forgotten I've know him for quite awhile? Sure maybe I haven't always been as close to him as you but life is full of unexpected surprises and things change. And while I don't know if I'm in love with him just yet, I do know he makes me happy and I genuinely can't wait to see where this goes.❞ She states candidly, definitely aware they've caught the attention of everyone now. But she's so transfixed on Theo that she just doesn't care if they're making everyone uncomfortable. More than aware of how far they are from each other, which was an odd feature but she refused to elaborate on it, not when she started the rift. Instead she's furrowing her eyebrows as her frown only deepens. ❝Are you in love with me Theo, truly and honestly in love with me?❞ There was slight venom in her words but she didn't appreciate feeling like she was some how in the wrong for dating Malfoy. And if there was a chance that the male could possible be in love with her then why now? After all he had several opportunities to tell her how he felt. Maybe they blurred a line every time they slept together, maybe he assumed they were a couple but surely he knew that they weren't, right? A soft tsk sound escaped her throat as she shook her head, maybe it was mistake. All of it was but it didn't feel that way, it felt like it was the only thing that was right. But now she didn't know, all she knew this was her first real fight with him and it was over her dating Draco.

Daphne was was beyond upset right now, hell she was bloody angry. Why? Because instead of being happy for her, her best friend made her feel like maybe she fucked up. And what's worse is that she could feel the tears forming in her eyes, yet she couldn't go to the one person she would've gone to if this was anyone else because it was Theo causing all of this. His words had her scuffing at the obvious bullshit of a lie cause clearly it was. ❝Right, no big deal. Expect it is, honestly MAYBE I should have decided to date some random git off the street then maybe my best friend wouldn't be acting like I wounded him.❞ The female remarked, her words were laced in venom now. Snickering at the fact the male couldn't even look at her but had the nerve to ask if she needed anything, what she needed was her best friend's shoulder to cry on but she couldn't have that right now so she simply shook her head. ❝Nothing that you can give me, so don't worry about it. Just go get yourself a drink.❞

maybe that was why theo had gotten so comfortable. daphne didn't date or like just anyone, and theo had gotten used to being her choice for everything. they'd default for each other for years. there was an assignment they needed a partner for? theo didn't even need to think twice before he was sitting beside daphne. there was a gala they needed to attend? they'd go together, no questions asked ( other than what colour daphne's dress would be, because they had to coordinate ). their friends had ran off with their respective partners? theo didn't even bat an eye, because he'd get to spend the entire night with daphne all to himself. it had always been theo and daphne. no one could find one without the other, and theo liked it that way. "that's exactly what i'm saying." theo doesn't add that the reason for his belief was because he thought he was the right person for her.

"how you feel for him?" theo repeats, his tone practically venomous. the bubbling hurt and anger was evident the more theo spoke, and he couldn't care less about how this outburst appeared to their friends. "you spend more than five minutes with the bloke, and suddenly you're in love?" theo knows that's not what she meant, but he's so confused and wounded that it truly felt like the biggest betrayal he's ever experienced. at daphne's next words, theo visibly flinches. he draws away from her completely, almost like her words had actually pushed him away. the prospect of them dating or theo being in love with her sounded so incredulous in her voice. it stung more than the news of his two best friends being together. "right, of course not." theo scoffs dejectedly. aside from drunken kisses and occasional one night stands ( their first time had successfully shifted their dynamic in the best way — it brought them even closer ), there had never been anything explicitly romantic between them... except, it seems, for theo. the male swallows hard, mouth suddenly very dry. it was one thing for daphne to be dating, it was a whole other thing that it was draco. his best friend knew ( albeit not extensively ) about theo's interest in daphne. of course, when they had talked about it, theo had been difficult and denied it ( admitting he had feelings for his best friend was never easy ), but he was certain it had been obvious regardless of what he said.

theo tears his gaze away from her, looking at anything but her as he downs the last of his drink. he was going to need another one immediately. "no, you're right. it's not a big deal." a bitter lie. he couldn't even look at her now. "i need another drink. do you need anything?"

[littleseasiren]

Bad Date

Summary: After a bad date, you just want to go to your room and forget about everything. The Avengers want to know who to kill for hurting you, leading to an unexpected confession from your crush, Bucky. 

Pairing: Bucky x Avenger!Reader

Warnings: Mentions of deer hunting, Fluff

Words: Just under 1000 words

A/N: This is the first fic I have written in years, so please excuse any mistakes. I know nothing about hunting either...

Part 2

You rush to your room, hoping no one will be present to see you fume in anger. Too bad you live in the Avengers Tower and you have to pass the common area to get to your suite.

"Hey Y/N. What are you doing back so early honey? Weren't you supposed to be on a date?" Nat called from the lounge.

"I don't want to talk about it..." you mumble as you slowly make your way to your room. Natasha, Steve, and Wanda are on the couch, obviously setting up to have a movie night.

You hear the elevator ding behind you as heavy steps enter the room. "Next time, someone else goes out to buy the pizza. Maybe someone who isn't hated by the public," Bucky called out as he walks to the lounge with 3 boxes of pizza in his hands. His eyes shoot up when he notices you in the room. "What are you doing here, doll? Though you had a spiffy date or something?"

"I just came back... I don't want to talk about it," you mumble again as you clasp your handbag to your side. "I think I'm just going to bed."

"What's wrong Y/N? Did he hurt you or say something untoward?" Steve stands up and slowly grasps your shoulders as worry fills his eyes.

"No, it's nothing like that..."

"Then what's wrong? If he said something or tried something, you just tell us, and we'll take care of him. Promise doll." Bucky passes the pizza to Nat to put on the table.

You sigh in defeat knowing they aren't going to stop asking you until you admit the truth. Your fists clench as you think back on the evening. "He took me deer hunting. On the first date!" You hear Wanda gasp as you continue, the words pouring out of your mouth with venom.

"Who does that? I mean, I get that some weird people like doing that for sport, but you can't just accept that everyone is fine with hunting innocent animals! He didn't even ask me if I would be ok with it!" You gasp for breath then exhale slowly, trying to calm your racing heart.

"That asshole!" Wanda exclaims. "Didn't you put it on your profile that you are an animal lover?"

"I did, I mentioned it multiple times on my profile. He obviously couldn't even take a few minutes to read through it," you sigh as you go and sit between the two women, putting your bag on the floor. Bucky and Steve go and sit opposite you.

"So, what did you do? How did you stop him from shooting anything?" Blue eyes find yours as you glance at Bucky before answering his question.

"How do you know I did something?"

"Come on doll, no chance in hell are you going to let an animal be shot in front of you. We know you too well."

He's right, you all know each other way too well. In the past few months, you and Bucky had become great friends, your conversations changing from simple greetings to deep conversations in the dead of night when sleep eluded the both of you.

"I was tempted to smash in his skull when I told him that I don't support hunting and he just said that I'd get warmed up to the idea. He spotted a doe and told me to be very quiet as he readied the shot. Just as he was about to pull the trigger, I accidentally spilled my coffee on his lap." They all laugh in unison before you continue, "Let's just say he wasn't very happy with me after that, so I told him to take me home."

"Good thinking. He probably shouldn't be breeding anyway," Bucky says, his eyes twinkling with humour as he smiles at you.

"I mean, what crazy guy takes a woman hunting on their first date? Bucky, if you took me on a date, what would we do?" You ask matter of factly. You normally wouldn't have the courage to ask him something like this, but you need to know how a good man would treat you.

"Your favourite Wolf Sanctuary is having an evening walk this entire week. I'd take you there for a picnic, then cheesecake at that cafe you love."

His reply is so fast, you know he must have been thinking about it for a while.

His face pales as he realises what he just said. "Shit, please tell me I didn't say that out loud." He groans as he pinches his brow. Steve pats his shoulder softly in support.

"You thought about taking me on a date? Me personally?" You ask him, forgetting about all the people around you.

"I..." Bucky's eyes fall to the floor before he takes a steady breath, "Yes I have." He rubs the back of his neck with his right hand, his eyes meeting yours shyly, "I've just been too nervous to ask you..."

You stand up quickly and grab your bag feeling his eyes follow your every move. "Well, come on Sarge. That sounds like the perfect date." You grab Bucky's vibranium hand as you pull him to the door. "Don't wait up guys." You shout to the others as you enter the elevator.

"Are you sure about this doll? I don't want to take advantage of you after your bad date." Bucky asks softly fingers intertwining with your own.

"Hell yeah, I've been hoping you would make a move for months. I'm not letting you get away from me now Barnes." Bucky laughs in your ear as you lift your hands and wrap them around his neck. He's so tall he has to bend down to get closer to you.

"You better be careful, doll. Keep talking like that and I'm going to end up marrying you."

"Not until the fourth date," you whisper as Bucky leans down further and kisses you, making it the best night ever.

[prettyboykatsuki]

BEGGING you to expand on bully bakguou

tw ;; toxicity, v minor dubcon, bully!bkg, kirishima being a shit, fem!reader 18+

a/n ;; THIS GOT SO LONG HELP MEEKHJD

hear me out. hear me out everyone just like -

you know i don't disinterested men so this is not one of those situations where bkg is just like.. kind of mean to you. bakugou is your number one devotee

i can't help but picture him doing it to someone a little nerdy but mostly just quiet.. unimpressed by bakugou and his loud and outstanding presence. bakugou is used to attention and loads of it so as soon he sees your distant gaze out the window, you happen to catch his interest.

he doesn't care until he does - until you're a group project and you don't seem star-struck that he's a campus athlete and big and strong. you just seem.. bored and that bothers him. something about your nonchalance rubs him the wrong way, frustrates him to his fucking core.

it's hard to call it bullying at first but you're certain he's picking on you. at first it's small - knocking things over, tugging at your hair like a little kid. but the more into you he gets, the harder he finds it to restrain himself from teasing you completely.

you're just.. not very notable but that's what makes you stick out like a sore thumb in his eyes. he only gets worse, more mean and more often. he tugs your skirts and pants down whenever he gets a chance, and he holds things over your head and makes you beg to get them back and he refuses to leave you alone. calls you petty nicknames, teases you about every little thing.

he just can't help but feel angry the more you brush him off. the frustration that bubbles in his gut when you refuse to see him. what's it gonna take?

you come around his friends and well.. they don't see bakugous obsession but they like you. and you.. you like kirishima a lot. kirishima is nice to you and he smiles a lot and shields you from bakugous treachery. puts a strong hand on the side of your head and tells you to ignore him when he's mean to you

do you think he doesn't see the way you flounder under his touch? oh it makes him sick and so angry. is it so hard to figure out why he treats you like that?

well kind of - because it's probably the first time he realizes that he might actually like you. and all the teasing and bullying are because he likes you. and watching you go all heart-eyes for kirishima is making him want to tear rock from the ground

it comes to fruition because he catches you studying in the library alone one night. you're wearing a jacket at least 3 sizes too big and it looks familiar and it's..

kirishimas.

he's never been so pissed in his life, yanking you from behind before spitting with so much venom what the fuck do you think you're doing? you're literally just confused at first, annoyed even and that only makes him more upset.

"why the fuck are you wearing shitty hairs jacket?"

you flinch, annoyed as you pull back and wrap yourself further in the comforting material. bakugou swears he's gonna kill that fucking bastard when he sees him next - seething as you nuzzle into it innocently.

"he gave it to me cause i was complaining about being cold," you look so damn pleased with yourself "it's comfy"

oh.

oh he's gonna kill him for sure.

he demands for you to take it off. the ice in his tone is unlike everything you've ever heard before so you do so without even asking. wordlessly, he tugs the one he's wearing off and drags it over your head

"put it the fuck on,"

you do. obviously you do because he's pissed and you don't really wanna make it any worse so you tug it on and god, fuck you look so damn cute. so fucking annoying and so cute.

you fix your hair a bit and once it's on he just.. stares at you before practically throwing himself at you. kisses you so fucking forcefully that you feel like your mouth is being bruised and it all happens so fast that you don't even get a chance to adjust, smacking his chest at first before slowly melting into it.

you're so lost and he's just grunting, hands coming up on your thighs with a deep sigh.

"shitty fuckin' dweeb makin' heart eyes all fucking day. you don't have shit else to do?"

"why're you so mad?" and it's a genuine question. he's never been so angry with you before - not once and you just wanna know why. he's still too.. him to confess to you properly so he doesn't.

"the only fucking person you should look at like that is me, shitnerd," and he leans in so close to you, you can feel his breath fan on your skin "did it get through your thick fucking skull yet?"

when you sputter a question, you know it's the wrong move. it takes less than a few minutes, a few seconds for you to end up on your back. your shorts are bunched at your knees and your hoodie and clothes are pulled up barely over your tits. and nevermind you're in the middle of the fucking library during the week - he's decided he'll fuck the lesson into you if he has too.

and you're too turned on to protest, weak shoves to push him away turned into pinned wrists with his clothed leg between your thighs. he lets you grind your cute little pussy into him with a fucking sneer.

"dirty fuckin' bitch," but he leans into kiss you while you moan and whimper and please - so dizzy from the speed of everything happening "do it again,"

bakugou takes you with such vigor and force - your lungs feel like the might collapse. hard cock pounding away at you so hard the whole place fills with the lewd sound of your cunt being ruined - broken in by the campus bad-boy. he holds your legs together and goes and goes and goes. watches you become ragged and breathless with a snarl in his teeth.

"who's fuckin' pussy is this, huh? answer me"

you sob, but he asks again. asks until you reply with a broken "yours!" that has him grinning.

"there you go - not so fuckin' dumb after all. damn right it's mine. all of you is fuckin' mine, yeah?" he gives you an especially rough thrust, his hand on your stomach putting pressure and pleasure down "this sweet little pussy and that pretty face, all of you is fucking mine so don't you dare look at kirishima like that again - got it?"

unable to speak, you nod and drool. and you let him cup your face and kiss with you tongue while you fall apart so hazy on his cock.

it's your fault anyways. you should've noticed, right?

[dilf-whore]

meant for each other

pairing: eddie munson x f!reader

genre: best friends to enemies to lovers!, angst, hurt(?), fluff

summary: is there still another chance for you and Eddie?

warnings: sexual assault

A/N: ok i’ve been having this idea in my mind for quite a while now so please send in your comments about this fic. i hope you guys like this lol 🫶🏻

 requested: no

word count: 2.5k+

requests are OPEN

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“What are you doing here?” you and Eddie ask in unison, arms both crossed, venom in your tones. Steve rushes to go between you two, trying to prevent any argument from happening. You sigh and look over Steve, “you didn’t tell me he’s invited” you complain. He purses his lips and shrugs, acting innocent.

Steve decided to invite you to a school mate’s party, saying that you should relax for a bit and meet new people but what you didn’t know is that he really meant meeting the person you can’t bear even with just hearing his name. Everyone’s aware of how you’re both on each other’s throats, but no one actually knows why, the one question that they all have is what happened to them? The two that were glued to each other - either of them were never found alone, always had to have the other by their side. The two who understood and fought for each other are now strangers who couldn’t even stay in the same room together.

“Calm down, besides it’s not like it’s just you two here. Robin’s over there” Steve replies, pointing at her figure that’s grabbing some beer. You don’t say anything else nor bat an eye over the two boys and just went straight to Robin.

“Hi” you greet. A wide small forms on her lips and gives you a quick hug, “did you just arrive?” She asks.

“Yup”

She notices the tension in your body, you’ve probably seen Eddie already based on your body language and the slight look of irritation in your face. She grabs another can, “have a drink, go loosen up” she says, handing you the beer. You take a sip of the cold beverage as Robin starts talking about a girl from the school band.

“I was told she’s also coming, that’s why I’m here”

Your conversation continues as the night goes on and you’ve finished quite an amount of alcohol already. You already started giggling from time to time and wobble a bit, you’re still far from drunk though, tipsy’s the right word for your current state.

You finally become more comfortable with your surroundings and invite Robin to dance with you. Nancy and Jonathan were even at the dance floor, moving their bodies side to side like an old married couple. You and Robin decide to join the two and start moving to the beat, your eyes land on a redhead looking lost as she walks further into the party.

You slap Robin’s shoulder and point over the girl,”is she the one you’ve been talking about?” you ask. 

She looks over the girl and her cheeks turn a really bright shade of red, the alcohol adding to its tint. “Oh my god, it’s her. It’s Vicky! She’s so pretty”, her body perks up in excitement but part of her is still hesitating - she’s too nervous, she doesn't know what to say. You give her a hard push towards where Vicky is, “just go say hi or like keep her company. She doesn't know anyone here by the looks of it, well, except for you. Now’s your chance!”

You push her even more and give her an encouraging smile with both your thumbs up, “you can do it!” you whisper-shout.

After a few more songs, you step out of the dance floor as soon as the loneliness creeps up on you. You head towards the kitchen and get yourself another drink, stumbling slightly as you pass by Robin and Vicky who’s both indulged in their conversation about something you couldn't really hear, probably about a movie they both liked.

You lean on the counter to stop yourself from falling as you could already feel your head spinning. You open the can and look for the rest of your friends, Steve was busy trying to get his magic touch back with girls, Nancy and Jonathan were huddled together on the couch, and well, Robin was definitely having the time of her life. You continue to look around, seems like you’re searching for someone, a certain metalhead maybe? you weren't sure but you do know you couldn't find whoever you’re looking for.

You suddenly feel a light tap on your shoulder, you turn around and see a boy. He was tall and buff, and judging by the way he stands, he’s most likely to be a jock. 

“Hi, what are you doing here all alone?” he asks. You move away slightly, the distance between you two’s not your liking. “I’m not alone, my friends are over there, just pre-occupied with some things” you give him a small smile. He approaches you even more and leans closer, “they seem very occupied to me”.

He brushes his cold fingers against your face, making you cringe, “you and I can head upstairs and get ourselves busy” he smirks, there’s suggestiveness in his tone. You forcefully pull his hand away and let out an annoyed sigh, taking in a huge gulp from your drink and look at him again. “Stay the fuck away from me” you say firmly.

“Come on” he grabs your wrist tightly, making you wince. “Don’t you want to-”

“She just told you to leave, now, didn't she?” a familiar voice says from beside you.

It was Eddie.

You unconsciously sling your arm around his and lean your head on his arm, you don’t even know why, maybe because of the alcohol? Maybe you missed his touch?

The jock looks at you in disbelief, “your with this freak? Should’ve known” he says, a hint of disgust in his tone and finally leaves you two.

“Fucking ugly ass dick!” you shout.

You pull away from Eddie and as you were about to take another sip, he has already taken your drink out of your grasp. “Stop it. You’re drunk” he settles is down the counter. “No, I’m not just tipsy” you argue, shaking your head in disagreement, causing you to lose your balance. A hand lands on your side to stop you from hitting the ground, “u-huh but you’re going there” he replies.

You hold onto your stomach, feeling it contract as you hurl, “I-I think I’m gonna th-throw up”. Eddie grabs your hand, “oh shit! not here” he then brings you to the nearest bathroom.

The contents of you stomach escapes as soon as you kneel in front of the toilet, your body getting weak from the discomfort of vomiting. Eddie rubs your back and holds your hair together with the other, seeing your eyes brim with tears, “I know how much you hate vomiting but you really need to let it all out” he says.

You finish after a short while and sit comfortably on the tiled floor, closing your eyes as you try to catch your breath. Eddie flushes the toilet and sit in front of you, a bottle of water already with him, you don’t even remember when he got it. He sees your top has gotten dirty from your puke, “your shirt”

“Noooo, I already threw up and now this” you whine.

He looks at your distressed state and takes off his denim vest, “here, wear this”.

You nod in response and take the vest. He turns his back to you as you change, you put the piece of clothing and button it up, tossing the dirty one at the side. “I’m done”

Eddie turns to face you and help you drink water, his palm under your chin to prevent spills from getting your new top from getting wet. He wipes your mouth with a tissue from the sink, “what happened to us? We used to be best friends” you break the silence, words slurring a bit. He gets taken aback, “I don’t know, you’re the one who drifted away” he replies, throwing the tissue away.

“No I didn’t. You did. You hate me” you retort.

His eyebrows knit together in confusion, “what?”.

You put a finger on his chest, “you drifted away first. You said I was annoying remember? I heard you ranting to one of our classmates back in middle school”

“You were like, ‘she’s annoying! Why can’t she just stay away from me!’ ” You add. He takes your finger away, “that was it? That wasn’t even about you”

He looks at you, there’s a sign of hurt in his face, “I was talking about Mandy! Remember her? She kept bugging me and pulling me away from you. Why didn’t you just talk to me? Look at us now!” His voice starts to raise, he knows you could still understand whatever he’s saying, so he continues to pour his heart out, “we’ve been avoiding each other and practically fighting like a bunch of kids just because of that? You didn’t bother asking me? Avoiding me was your answer?”

A sob escapes your lips and you smack your forehead, “I thought that was me okay?! You were always with her and of course I was hurt. I didn’t tell you because I was too scared that you indeed no longer want to be friends with me”

“God Y/N, hurt? Really? The only time she got my attention was just one time! One time! And you held that grudge for this long?!”

You wipe your tears away and look down, you were too ashamed to look at him. You know you fucked up, you threw away the friendship with the most valuable person over some petty jelousy of your 12 year old self. “What can I do? I was young and in love!” You blurt out.

You cover your mouth and your eyes grow wide, you were still looking at your lap, now you were more ashamed than ever. More sobs erupt from you, “I’m sorry for being such a bitch Eddie. I really am. It’s all my fault we became like this. That was really unfair and selfish, I should’ve gotten rid of my feelings a long time ago then we would’ve been okay” you broke down, it’s like you got sober all of the sudden.

You stand up and trip over the door, “You probably hate me more, I’m really sorry. I should go now” you sniff. He stops the door from opening with his foot, “how are you gonna go home? You can’t even walk to the damn door. Let me take you home”. You couldn’t protest, his arms are around you already, guiding you to his van. You were too weak to get his hold off of you anyways.

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The ride home was quiet, you dozed off the moment you sat in his vehicle. There’s no longer tension between you two, he finally knows why you got distant. Eddie keeps coming back to your confession, did you really just say in love? What did you mean by those feelings you were talking about? Did you still have them?

He snaps out of his thoughts when he sees your house. He parks in front and carries you over his shoulder and takes you inside, finding the spare keys at the usual hiding spot.

Eddie goes straight to your bedroom, he still knows where everything is, your house is practically engraved at the back of his mind.

He carefully settles you down and takes your shoes off, putting it under the bed and pulls the blanket over your body. Your body shifts and your start eyes open.

Looking at your surroundings you ask sleepily, “we’re here?”.

“Yeah. Where’s Mr. and Mrs. Y/L/N?”

“Out of town” you respond as you turn to your side, closing your eyes as you get comfy.

And just like that, you’re deep in slumber again. Eddie quietly walks around your room, contemplating wether or not to stay. He takes one last look at you before taking your extra blankets from one of your drawers, he can’t just leave you alone in that state, plus he needs more clarification from you.

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You wake up with so much pain in your head, you sit up and rub your eyes. Everything from last night was all you could remember, and you remember every detail.

“You’re awake” 

You jump in fright and look down, Eddie slept on the floor. “How are you feeling?” he asks, his voice still groggy. 

“Headache”

You get off your bed and head straight to the bathroom, your hair’s messy, body sticky, and you’re still wearing his vest. You take your clothes off and hop in the shower, trying to keep your mind away from the events last night. Praying to the gods for Eddie to be out of your house once you’re done because you no longer want to talk about what you said. His hurt expression still glued in your head, and it’s all your fault.

After a few more minutes, you dry yourself and change. You step out of the bathroom and much to your dismay, Eddie was still there, waiting for you.

“You, uhm, want some coffee or something?” you ask.

“Uh, yes, please”

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You both awkwardly drink on your hot coffees and eat the slightly burnt toasted bread you made. You keep bouncing your leg, you were anxious, what is he waiting for?

“About last night” he finally speaks up, his attention still on his food. 

“Look, Eddie, I’m really sorry I-”

“I know, and I forgive you. I can’t stay mad at you forever” He meets your eyes, “I just wanted to ask if, you meant it? About being in love and stuff? Was it me?”

“Yes I did and yes, it was you”

“And the feelings you couldn't get rid of, are they still the same ones?”

You put your mug down, you’re literally in a hot seat with Eddie’s questions. “Y/N?” Your heart’s pounding hard against your chest, you could feel yourself warming up, “yes they’re the same. I do still have feelings for you”.

He instantly gets off the chair, “that’s all I needed to hear”. He presses his lips against yours catching you off guard. Eddie cups your cheeks, pulling you closer to him and you wrap your arms around him as you kiss him back - you were still confused though, he just made you melt into his touch.

Eddie pulls away, “I was angry and hurt last night, I’d say that. But when you told me how you feel they just left me right away. I also wished you handled it better but it’s alright”

“What?” you ask, your hands still on each other. “It’s alright because I would’ve reacted the same way. I was pettier than you when we were in middle school okay? I would almost start a riot every time I see someone else talking to you - until now actually” he giggles softly. “What matters is now and I’m glad that we finally sorted things out because I can’t throw these feelings away too. I missed you, Y/N”

You pull him into a hug, “I missed you too”

“Guess I should drink more often” you joke.

“No”

If only you knew it will be like this, then you would’ve told him sooner. Or maybe the universe just waited for the right moment, the perfect time when you’re both matured enough to talk and understand. It may have taken a few years but you were meant for each other anyways, because if not, you wouldn't be able to have the man of your dreams with you right now and be able to call him yours.

“I love you” you both say in unison.

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[rjschoicesstuff]

I loveee thinking about this stuff, I'll also go into Cas and Gabe's feelings about Stuff but I'm putting it below the cut because of death talk which might be triggering?

Oh also this is like My version of the events again lol

I think to Ripley it's a lot about being stuck at this age and never getting to grow up. So many possibilities for her future gone and her life as she knew it was over. I think it's also partly because she feels like she shouldn't have lived after what happened to her? I do think through the years her perspective will definitely change to viewing it as having been brought back to life though (by the POWER of LOVE and vampire venom), there's still new memories to make even if it's nothing like she'd pictured in the past. It could've and maybe should've ended there but it didn't and in the end she's glad, despite her initial feelings.

I think it definitely helps that in the end she at least actually does get to pick her life back up, like I imagine vampires usually gotta fake their death when they get turned and then either stay with an ally coven for a long while or stay at the nexus and only come out at night + in secluded places, only sticking to vampire society. Especially nowadays when people stay in touch easily. But due to her mom being aware of vampires' existence anyway there's less need for her to just disappear like that and they pretend like shes recovering for a while after the forest fire.

I think Cas and Gabe have similar feelings of like considering their turning their death, though each in their own way.

To everyone else in the world Gabriela died with the rest of her family. And she kinda sees it that way too. I think it doesn't help that because her family's death was such a big deal and her family was pretty prominent(?) in town, the vampires did a similar ritual to the one from the end of both books. Which makes it so that while people do remember Gabriela Adalhard (in my version she no longer goes by Adalhard btw, aside from Cas calling her that in private) it's like they just can't remember clearly what she looked like. Like the majority of Gabe's old friends are still around but don't recognize her. So like sometimes Gabe will just run into her old friends with their spouses, kids and grandkids which is also just a weird reminder of where she could've been if it wasn't for the vampires. I think in a way she feels sorta like a ghost like life went on and they all grew up and now she's just a memory to them while she's looking over them.

And meanwhile for Cas it was like a process of killing the old, weak him, that guy's dead and buried. Doesn't even share his name or whatever. Dead in a positive way, I think at the time he didn't really want to go on anymore anyway cause after Gabe 'died' his life was just kinda one bad thing happening after the other, didn't really know how to go on anymore anyway. Especially because I think he'd have aged out of foster care a few weeks after with the bday I hc for him and I think Gabe's family was going to take him in. So in a way that was also his second chance at life? But like That Guy is dead tho.

Related to the comic I posted but like while Ripley didn't expect to survive when she went to kill the Creator, at the same time she was still a bit in denial and did think there would be a Small chance she might somehow survive. Especially considering the whole vampire saliva having healing properties-thing, which she knows of because she noticed it.

I guess you could say she did survive because she's still running around, but Ripley considers that day the day she died.