#grandma's trying and she fucks up a lot but it is nice to see her try

[jaxrants]

So uhhh, little update on how things are going..

TW: slight vent, m*th mention, drug use, bad mom, bad guardians, age regression, jealousy, I think that's it, please let me know if not

So for those that don't know, I'm living with my grandparents on my stepdads side now because my mom had m*th in her system (again) when we went to court, I'm going to school now, but I sit in a computer room all day, so there really is no sense in me going when I can just do the work at home. My anxiety shit is getting a little better, then immediatly getting worse. My case worker has to give me a full psychological exam, sign me up for therapy, and just it's a whole lot of shit and the damn trauma assessment person is the one that's demanding all of this, so apparently I'm a whole lot more traumatized that I had originally thought.

Onto some things about me and Val:

I am getting more and more attached to her. I can't sleep unless we're otp, and most of the time, unless she hums to me I can't fall asleep. I might be a bit more of an age regressor than I had originally thought. I fully regressed to just baby talk a couple nights ago after a really rough anxiety attack. I'm so fucking happy she loves me. If she didn't, I don't know what I'd do. I'm so fucking happy with her (when my anxiety isn't being a bitch and causing questioning and shit) and I couldn't imagine my life without her. She graduates soon, and she's planning on finding work so that hopefully soon she'll be able to buy us a place and get me out of here. I plan on trying to help as soon as I possibly can. I have also realized just how jealous both me and Val can get too. She doesn't like any of my friends, and I don't like how she talks to one of them. Kassandra is someone who's been super nice to me, but I don't like her and Val talking. I worry Val will end up preferring her over me, as her and Kassandra are close, if not the exact same age, and I'm younger than both of them.

The whole sich with my dad:

He's still trying to get partial custody of me. He and my stepmom send me lots of gifts and stuff. He got me a computer and gave me 50 bucks for my birthday and miss sam just keeps buying me things. She just recently got me a whole lot of nail polish, a Cirkul thermos, and some other stuff. They're really cool.

Living with my grandparents:

It's honestly not all that fun. They constantly force me to go to school when I don't feel well (my voice was completely changed because of some sort of sickness and the still forced me to go), and I had a really bad panic attack at school, they still forced me to go back the next day. When we first got here, grandma had a TV from my uncle mike (from before he passed) and she stuck it in my sisters room at first, then gave it to me. Well, she took it last night because I don't leave my room often and because I don't let my sisters in here to watch it often. Like damn, I'm not being stengy, I'm just having a rough time and want to be alone. So I can no longer watch tv or listen to music when I'm playing like roblox and yandere sim on my computer (it makes the games laggy if I play it from my computer, and I use my phone to text Val, so I can't use it to listen to the music) and it essentially fucked up my entire system of listening to music/watching TV on it, playing/doing school work on my computer, and texting Val using my phone (or using my computer to text Val if I'm playing something on my phone)

School:

So far, I've made around about 10/15 "friends" (I don't know them all that well but say "Hi" if I see them) and lost 1 close friend that I made. (He was really creepy and touchy when I was going though that panic attack at school. At first, I thought that was just how he was with his friends, but it was later determined by his other friends that he was being really weird as he usually doesn't like being touched. He was like rubbing up and down my spine and my side but going just a little too far down. And he grabbed my face [in a way I'd only be comfortable with Val holding my face] and glanced down to my lips one time. I was honestly terrified he was going to try to kiss me. Both me and Val found it weird, and she no longer wanted me talking to him, so I don't).

I'm quite sure that's about everything. OH!! And I'm supposed to be being taken to get my hair cut and dyed here soon. We're doing black with like lilac or lavender, I haven't decided how I want the colors split yet, so if y'all have an idea or something, please lmk.

@purpleeggyboi @salem-the-puppet @blooming-skeleton @luciluck2046 @beecha @caretaleandotherstuff @evry1h8s-me

[sweetlullabyebye]

Those two were so unexpectedly sweet they just kinda adopted each other with the third game like yeah we're in this together now

[inbabylontheywept]

i did wrestling in middle school. on one hand, i was actually quite good at it, which was nice. being good at any sport was a new achievement for me. on the other hand, i was bi, and i was trying very hard not to notice that i was bi, and getting folded into knots by very kind, very muscular dorks made that task somewhat difficult.

adding fire to the problem was that my parents and my grandparents wanted to watch my matches, because they were very proud that their Gangly Nerd Son was actually Sporting, and they wanted to cheer me on. which would've been sweet and all, but if there are four people you do not want there during a key part of your Burgeoning Sexual Awakening, it is your mom and your dad and your grandma and your grandpa.

right? i mean, imagine some guy's got your head in his armpit, and you're going you know, old sweat smells bad, but fresh sweat has a sort of and then you make eye contact with your grandpa in the stands and you remember you're swearing spandex so if you pop a boner people aren't just going to be able to see the outline, they're going to be able to count the veins, and the only way you will be able to restore your family's honor after that would be by moving to siberia and renouncing joy, forever. that, or lift your entire body up by your kneck then twist 180 degrees without paralyzing yourself.

it’s a lot of pressure, is what i’m saying.

still it did motivate me to win my matches really fast. because i was so tall and skinny, i was stupidly good at the double leg takedown, and then once someone was knocked down, i'd just do the half nelson and kind of flip em over for the pin. then the ref would count to three and i’d win. EZPZ.

i had one match where that went great. won in the first ten seconds, sat back down, and prepared myself for a good hour or two of doing fuck all. didn't even feel bad the parents/grandparents were gonna be bored. the matches went up from me in 5 pound increments (i was in the 115 lbs division) and it was going great until we got to the 145 lbs division. the other school's wrestler stepped onto the mat, and she turned out to be a girl so our guy flipped, because for straight guys, wrestling a girl is not a pleasant experience.

i'm not entirely unsympathetic. my experience wrestling dudes was definitely a little traumatic. but also, i dealt. guy could've dealt too. instead, he refused to wrestle, and the coach went - fine. not even worth fighting over.

so he went to the 140 pounder, and that guy said, nosir, my mom said mormons can't wrestle girls. next guy down, 135 pounder, now he knew he could pull the same card and thus did. 130 pounder, 125, both tapped out. he got to the 120 guy, and that guy was catholic, but he said he was considering being mormon, and thus would have to pass. as a precaution.

coach blew up a little at that. he said "is there anyone - anyone - on this entire goddamn team that is willing to wrestle a girl?" and then he pointed at me and said "YOU. MAT. GO."

and i'll be real, if i'd been paying more attention, i'd have pulled the mormon card too, but i'd just been putting all that audio into a buffer file because i was reading, so i was halfway across the mat before i even processed what had been said and by then it was too late to turn back.

still i had a plan. and my plan - my beautiful, perfect plan - was to do what i'd always done. tackle, flip, pin, win. sit down. read. bore my family to death. move on.

i got the first part right. she was bigger than me, but she wasn't taller. just an incredibly stout woman. god built me like a snake with glasses, just as he built her like a combat cube. the problem was the half nelson. soon as she was down, i tried hooking my arm under hers from behind and for both genders, the defense for this move is just clamping your arms really fucking tight against your sides. if you're a guy, that's whatever, but if you're a girl - especially if you're god's chosen combat cube - that pins your opponents hand right against your boob.

so, i got the hook in, she clamped, my whole arm pressed against something soft, my coach was yelling THE HALF NELSON. BABYLON! JUST FINISH IT! FINISH THE HALF NELSON! and i was just trying to press hard enough to finish, when then my brain went

...oh.

and i flipped out. of course i flipped out. i like girls, and touching a boob is an elemental experience, and i was not ready. i was not prepared. i had not committed the sacred rites. i recoiled like i'd just brushed my arm against the surface of the sun, stood up, and backed away. nobody in the room knew why i'd given up. all they saw was me, right about to win, suddenly flailing around and scrambling. so everyone started screaming at me to just get the half nelson again, and i couldn't really yell back there's a fuckin' boob in the way and it was very distressing, and the only way i could think of to make them stop was just doing it over again the right way.

so i did.

i hunkered down and prepared myself for Wrasslin' Attempt #2: The Sequel.

i knocked her down again, EZPZ. i went for the half nelson again, but she knew what i was about to do so she super clamped, and i knew she was gonna super clamp, so i wound my arm back like a pop-eye cartoon punch before swinging my arm through the gap between her bicep and her side, but the amount of time i spent winding back super signalled what i was about to to do, which gave her time to clamp even harder, which somehow redirected the entire force of the popeye punch to the bottom of her bra.

it spat out a single boob the same way an action hero might spit out one single tooth after getting a solid crack across the jaw. as if to say:

*ptooie.* "that all you got?"

i did not actually see this. my experience was that first there was an arm, then there was a bit of boob, but i was braced, i was ready, forward at all costs, tatakae motherfuckers, and then the boob went away, and i didn't know where it went but my team, and the audience, and everyone who was in front of me, they all gasped like i just kicked them in the stomach. except for my coach. he was behind me, and thus one of the four people in the room who did not see the boob. now my mom, my dad, my grandma, and my grandpa, they all got flashed but nooooooo, coach thunderbutt was behind me, and he didn't see shit so he was still yelling NOOOOOO BABYLON WHAT ARE YOU DOING JUST FINISH THE NELSON! GO FOR THE KILL! BABYLON! BABYLON!

but i did not go for the kill. i stood up and she stuffed her boob back real fast, and we just kind of circled each other awkwardly until time ran out and i won on points. that's not technically allowed, but the ref had some mercy on me.

my coach did not.

i barely had time to sit down before he strode over to the bench to chew me out.

"babylon," he said, in that very calm way people get when they're too pissed to yell. "why didn't you pin?"

and i didn't know how to say well coach, i tried, but there was a boob, and it kept getting in the way, and my mom was watching, and so was my dad, and so was his dad, and his mom, and god (like bible god) and that's a can of worms because i'm pretty sure he was already mad at me, and i'm wearing spandex, and i think i might have to move to siberia, so instead i said

"i uh. i forgot how to do the half nelson."

which is actually impossible. forgetting how to do the half nelson is like forgetting how to swallow your spit.

and he looked at me, like i was the dumbest person in the entire world, and i looked through him like i'd just survived my 250th day in a trench at verdun, and he said: fine.

fine.

but we're all going to practice it for an hour tomorrow because you forgot.

and then he left.

and my buddies had the gall to be salty about it. i got so many comments saying "dude, why didn't you just tell him the truth?" and i said "you can if you care so damn much. you could've wrestled the girl too. maybe someone else should do the hard thing today."

but they didn't. so the next day, we did an hour of half nelson drills, and i spent a decent amount of time getting thrown around the mat, and it was pleasant in exactly the way that i hated and the year after that, to the surprise of everyone but myself, i quit wrestling and joined the trivia team.

and if you want more reasons to love my mom, my grandpa joked after the match that i might have to talk to my bishop about it, and my mom told him he would be allowed to make jokes after he stood in front of a crowd of 110 people in spandex underpants while wrestling a woman that was not his wife.

he paused for almost five seconds after that. then he said: aw. hell. sorry babylon.

and i'd have preferred my apology from god, but getting it from him was pretty good too.

[simplyholl]

Home For Christmas

Summary: When your mom puts pressure on you to bring a boyfriend home for Christmas, you turn to Bucky for help.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Southern F. Reader

Warnings: Reader is Southern. Smut. 18+ ONLY. Minors DNI. Fake dating. Maybe a little blasphemous? Fingering in a church. Getting fucked by a peppermint stick.

*A/N: I am Southern. I couldn’t get the idea of bringing Bucky home to the South for Christmas out of my head so this was born. Sorry if this is shit. I’m just getting back into writing again.

Mammaw = grandma

Pappaw = grandpa

^^ this is the peppermint sticks I’m talking about in the fic. I don’t know what they are really called.

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The compound was bustling with Avengers and employees getting ready for the holidays. Everyone was going home or leaving with another member of the team. Everyone except for Bucky. He was quiet and kept to himself most of the time.

He is a grumpy asshole usually, so you just avoided him. You didn’t blame him for his behavior, you’d be the same if you were tortured and brainwashed by Hydra for decades. But the thought of him being alone in the huge, empty walls of the Avenger Compound pulled at your heartstrings. You couldn't leave without extending an invitation to him. There was an ulterior motive too. You were nice but he was a lot to deal with. He was sitting alone in the common room, reading a book when you approach him.

"Hey, do you have a minute?" You ask, looking a little weary as you walk towards him. He raises an eyebrow, locating his bookmark and placing it inside his book as he closes it. "So I know we aren’t exactly friends, but I couldn't leave without asking. Do you want to spend Christmas with me and my family?" Bucky's eyebrows furrow together as he looks at you. "You're serious?" He asks, resting his chin on his fist.

You nod your head, waiting for his answer. "Why would I want to do that?" It was a fair question; one you had even expected. "I just thought you might want to have some company, have a home cooked meal. Nobody should have to spend Christmas alone." He looks at you suspiciously, “What’s the catch?”

You bite your lip, damn he was good at reading you. “Okay, you got me. So my momma has been hounding me about finding a nice man and settling down. Which is crazy. I’m an Avenger and that’s not enough for her. But she is dead set on grand babies and planning a wedding. So I might have lied and told her I had a boyfriend to get her off my back. I also might have told her I’d be bringing him home with me. So, if you come with me maybe you could help me out and pretend to be my boyfriend?”

Bucky laughs, a low gutteral sound escaping him. “No way in hell, princess.” He smirks. “I’ll stay here, order takeout, and get a break from all of you idiots. Why would I want to go home with you and play the part of your doting boyfriend? We barely talk.” You sigh. He made a good point. And if the shoe was on the other foot, you wouldn’t want to help him either.

But you were desperate. You didn’t want to disappoint your mom. She was really excited that you had a serious boyfriend. So you sink to your knees in front of Bucky, putting on the biggest pouty face you could muster. You bat your eyelashes and try to work up a few tears, but they wouldn’t come. “Please Bucky, I’m begging you. I’ll do anything.”

You look into his blue eyes hoping this would work. There had to be something he wanted. Then you saw it, a little flicker of something in his eyes. “Anything?” He asks with a smirk. “Yes. Name it and it’s yours. I’ll do your laundry for a month. I’ll scrub your suit after missions. I’ll cook all your meals. Whatever you want.”

Bucky smiles wolfishly at you, his flesh hand coming up to your face. He cups your cheek, looking into your eyes before dropping his gaze down to your lips. His thumb rubs against your bottom lip as he holds his gaze on you. “So I go home with you, spend Christmas with your family and pretend I’m your boyfriend?”

“Yes, my very serious boyfriend who could pop the question at any time.” I add making sure he knew what I expected. “Fine, I’ll do it.” You look a little surprised but quickly hide it. You thought it would take more convincing. “But I want boyfriend privileges.”

“What does that mean?” You ask, a confused expression on your face. “It means if I’m going to pretend to be your boyfriend I get to enjoy everything a boyfriend would, including having sex with you.” He smirks. Your eyes go wide. “You want to have sex with me? You don’t even like me.”

“You’re right. But I want you. If you want me to play the part then that’s my condition.” You don’t have to think about it, not really. You have eyes. Bucky is a handsome man. You’d be lying if you said you didn’t want to sleep with him too. But you didn’t want him to know you were eager so you pretended like you were thinking about his offer. Instead you were thinking about his metal hand wrapped around your throat. “Deal.” You stick your hand out to him and he shakes it.

You were an idiot. That was the only explanation you had. You were five hours into a ten and a half hour car ride. The gps kept adding minutes to the trip and traffic was crazy. You should have booked a flight, but you wanted to drive. Now, you were dealing with an aggravated super soldier who was cussing the other drivers on the interstate. You didn’t dare complain when he went over the speed limit or when he gave the finger as he was passing another car. But you did sneak glances every few seconds at him.

He was so hot all riled up like this. The blue vein in his neck throbbing, the wild look in his eyes, the death grip he had on the steering wheel. You had to hold yourself back from offering to blow him right here in the car.

The trip down south was long and almost torturous. When Bucky wasn’t yelling at the other drivers, he was fighting with you. But you survived. When you see the big sign welcoming you to your home state, you couldn’t contain your excitement. You point out all your old hang outs, telling Bucky stories about your childhood as you drove through your town. Finally, he pulls into your driveway. Your Mom’s, Mammaw’s, and Aunt’s houses were all decorated for Christmas. You loved that they were all neighbors. Most of your family lives pretty close by.

You get out of the car, letting the cool air hit you. You take in your surroundings. The trees were bare from shedding their leaves but it was still beautiful here. Bucky gets out doing the same. You both carry your bags to your old childhood bedroom that your mom had set up to accommodate the two of you. You give Bucky a tour since nobody was home. He stops to look at the big Christmas tree with presents underneath. He looks at the ornaments, turning over one you had made in Sunday School when you were a little girl. He looks like he is about to make some smart ass remark when he freezes.

His eyes land on something and you follow his gaze to the stockings your mom hung up. They were all red velvet with your family’s names embroidered in gold cursive on them. They were all filled to the brim, some candy poking out of the top. Bucky touches one gently, a look of disbelief on his face. Then you see it too. Your mom had gotten him a stocking. It was hung right beside yours. And in the same gold letters as everyone else’s, ‘Bucky’ was on it and it was overflowing more than the others.

“I’ve never had a stocking like this.” He admits quietly. “We were poor and my ma just got us oranges and apples. She would bake a cake and we might get one gift . A toy gun for me, a doll for my sister. Nothing like this.” You grab his flesh hand, rubbing your thumb along the top of it. You’re interrupted when your mom comes in. Her eagle eyes on your hand in Bucky’s, a huge smile on her face.

You run to her, giving her a big hug. “Momma, this is my boyfriend, Bucky.” You gesture to him, and he walks over shaking her hand. “I’m James Barnes, ma’am. But you can call me Bucky.” He flashes her a huge smile and she blushes. You roll your eyes. He was really laying it on thick.

After you caught up with her and Bucky answered all of her questions, you all go over to your Mammaw’s house. She was watching Bonanza on tv. She loves those old western shows. She and Bucky talked for ages about them. Apparently, he was a fan too. You and your mom carried in wood for her stove while he kept her company. “We are gonna have to borrow the neighbor’s wood splitter again. We have almost used up all her chopped wood.” Your mom tells you.

“I can split it.” Bucky offers. You give him a surprised look. “You will?” He nods his head. “Just show me where everything is. I’ll take care of it.” You shrug and take him outside. Showing him where he can bust the wood. You give him a an axe and some old work gloves before heading inside to watch westerns.

After an hour, you go outside to check on him and bring him some water. When you go back in, you find your mom and Mammaw at the window giggling like school girls. “What?” You ask. Your mom motions you over and you look out the window just in time to see Bucky take his black henley off. His muscles are slick with sweat. He swings the axe down forcefully and the muscles in his back move sinfully. Your eyes nearly pop out of your head.

You hear your Mammaw gasp as he continues chopping the wood. Your mom pats you on the back, “You did great, honey.” You giggle, actually giggle. You can’t help it. He looks incredible and you’re glad he came up with the whole sex idea or else you would put your pride aside and beg him to fuck you. He busts the last piece, propping the axe up against the wood pile and heading toward the house. You’ve never seen your Mammaw run so fast to get back in her rocking chair.

You take Bucky to visit your Pappaw. He showed him his gun collection. Which you think was his way of threatening him. Your pappaw sends you out to get lunch for everyone, but keeps Bucky there with him. You’d love to be a fly on the wall. Pappaw is probably giving him the whole ‘what are your intentions with my granddaughter’ talk. When you left, he shook Bucky’s hand and told you he was a fine young man. So their talk must have went well.

The next night, you and Bucky were going with your mom to watch the church Christmas program. That was one thing about your mom, she raised you to be a Southern Baptist and you were expected to go to church if you were home. This time was no different. You put on a long sleeve dress, fix your hair, and put on a little mascara. Bucky is wearing dark jeans and a long sleeve button up. Your sister, her boyfriend, your Mammaw and your Pappaw were all at the church too. They sat on your mom’s usual pew, three up from the back on the left side.

There wasn’t any room for you and Bucky so you sat behind them. The church was unusually full, but they were expecting a lot of people to come. That’s what happens when there’s a Christmas program and a dinner afterward. People loved free food. All the little old ladies you went to church with your whole life came over to gawk at Bucky.

They were giving him peppermints and hard candies from the bottoms of their pocket books. They were hugging him, and feeling his muscles. They all told you how good you had done in getting a man like him. They told him how handsome he was. They pinched his cheeks. And one even pretended like she needed help walking back to her pew. But you had seen her just moments ago running over to scold a child who was trying to stick his finger in the cake she baked for after the program. Bucky took her arm and led her to the front of the church. Her grip on his muscled arm tight the whole time.

Finally the choir started singing and the program begins. You shivered, regretting your decision to not wear tights. The temperature in the church varies. It was either freezing or you were sweating. You grab a blanket off the back of your mom’s pew and laid it on your lap. You scoot closer to Bucky, hoping his body heat would help.

The children get up to start their part of the program. Bucky lifts the blanket and puts it over his left side, his metal hand underneath it. Your breath hitches when you feel the cold metal of his hand on your bare thigh. You look at him questioningly. He smiles and winks then turns his attention back to the children singing. His hand moves higher until it stops at the edge of your panties. Your eyes go wide and you put your hand over his, a silent plea to stop.

He reaches over with his flesh hand and moves your hand away. He moves his cool fingers under your panties, sliding them against your center. He gathers your slick, bringing it up to your clit and swirling his vibranium thumb. You grip his thigh and try to pay attention to the program. He slides two fingers inside you and you bite your lip to stifle the moan that escapes you. You’ve never been more thankful for the kids’ loud off key singing.

You look around to make sure no one is paying attention to you. Thankfully everyone is watching the program or taking pictures of the kids. You lay your head against his shoulder, making it look like you were cuddling your boyfriend enjoying the Christmas show. When you were really just trying to hide your face as it contorts in pleasure. Bucky’s fingers set a brutal pace as his cool thumb worked your clit. It was all too much. How he looked yesterday chopping the wood, how everyone loved him, the way he was taking you apart in the one place he absolutely shouldn’t. One more curl of his fingers and swipe to your clit and you were falling apart on Bucky’s fingers in church with your face buried in his shirt.

Finally your last day home arrived, Christmas Day. Your mom made a huge breakfast that your family came over to eat. Then you sat in front of the tree to open presents. You all started with your stockings. Truthfully, you were more excited to watch Bucky open his than to see what was in yours. He dumped it out. Candy, chocolates, candy canes, all kinds of treats spilled on the floor. Bucky’s whole face lit up in a smile. He had never looked more handsome.

He opened the gifts your mom got him, a couple shirts and a watch. He thanked her graciously. Then you hand him the gift you were eager to surprise him with. You ordered it online and had it shipped to your mom’s house and she wrapped it for you. He looks surprised as he opens it, a record player and some old records you had to pay an arm and a leg for. They were hard to find too. You asked Steve what music Bucky liked back in the day and you searched for days to find them on vinyl.

He pulls you in for a hug. “This is the best Christmas I’ve ever had.” He whispers in your ear. You hold him tighter. The rest of the day is spent watching Christmas movies and eating cookies. Your mom set up a hot chocolate bar on the table with marshmallows, whip cream, sprinkles and peppermint sticks. It was a cute idea she got from Pinterest.

That night, you hug your mom goodnight as she heads to bed. You and Bucky stay up a little longer. Bucky was acting a little weird. He went out to the shed where your mom stored her Christmas decorations and he was being secretive. When you asked about it, he told you it was a surprise. So you stopped asking questions and tried to finish watching The Year Without A Santa Claus. When it was over, you went to your childhood bedroom where Bucky had been for a while.

“Can I come in yet?” You ask as you stick your head in the doorway. When Bucky nods, you shut and lock the door behind you. “Strip.” He commands. You don’t hesitate. You would walk on hot coals barefoot if he asked you to. You place all your clothes in a pile on the floor and stand bare before him. “Get on the bed.” He gestures with his vibranium finger. You lay down and watch as he pulls something out from under the bed. Old Christmas lights that your mom didn’t use this year.

Bucky must have been in here untangling them. He holds your wrists above your head and wraps the lights around them. Then he brings it down your arms and to your chest. He binds it around your breasts and over your stomach. You try to move your wrists, but it’s too tight. Not enough to hurt but maybe a little uncomfortable.

He stands at the foot of the bed admiring you. “Perfect.” He grabs the mug of peppermint sticks your mom had set out off the dresser, twirling one between his fingers. He lays on the bed between your legs pressing a kiss to inside your thigh. You feel his scruffy cheeks against your thighs and you shiver. He leans his head down and licks up your center. Bucky’s flesh hand grabs your thigh, spreading your legs wider.

He looks up at you from between your thighs. His blue eyes never leaving yours as he puts the peppermint stick in his mouth. He twirls it between his lips, getting it wet. He removes it with a plop, and he brings it down, sliding it inside you with ease. His warm tongue flicks your clit, the peppermint making it tingle.

You moan as he swirls his skilled muscle around you. Bucky works the peppermint stick slowly moving it in and out. Each time he puts it back inside you, he angles it to reach that spot that makes you see stars and your toes curl. He rolls his tongue over you as he pumps the peppermint stick faster.

You arch your back and try to get closer to him. You want to reach down and tangle your fingers in his hair while he tastes you. But you can’t move your arms because of the Christmas lights he tied you with. Bucky removes the peppermint stick and brings it to his mouth, sucking your arousal off it. He moans, looking in your eyes as he slurps you off it.

He lowers his head again, his now icy mouth closing around your clit. He sucks you between his lips, his tongue flicking against it gently. You writhe underneath him as he holds your hips down with his metal arm. He slides the peppermint stick back inside you as his lips tug your clit. He moans against you and that’s your undoing. You cry out as your orgasm crashes through you, wrecking you. Bucky keeps up the good work until your shuddering subsides.

The next morning, you both tell your family goodbye. Bucky packs all your belongings into the car and you start the long journey back to the compound. This time instead of yelling at the other drivers, Bucky holds your hand the whole way. “I can’t wait to come back next year.” He tells you with a huge smile on his face.

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[artdcnaldson]

hey <3 so i have been thinking about patrick’s sister au a lot and reread it and if by any chance its on your mind i just think it would be like crazy if mr.art is around for the holidays with your fam and being extra careful with the sneaking around even tho like seeing you like dressed up and enjoying the holiday season makes him like so down bad 🙏🏻🙏🏻 she gets him a present and he actually has a nice one for her too 🕯️🕯️ (i’ve been talking to this guy irl for sometime and im a little impatient so im trying to distract by rereading challengers stuff)

pat's SISTER 💜

this is still my absolute favorite au of all time i just feel like rahhhhh like i want to write it but i always want it to be perfect yk??

Anyways, yeah <3 <3 <3 <3

With Art's grandma in the retirement home, he doesn't really have a big reason to go home for Holiday break from Stanford. He goes home with you to your big, pretty house in the North East, and says it's bc he wants to see Patrick and make sure that you don't run your big mouth and tell him everything.

But you know he's really just eager to spend the holidays with you... because he loves you... you're his sweet girl, his pretty little plaything. He can't go a few weeks without slipping inside that perfect slice of heaven between your legs <3 And he loves you, obviously. <3

That's why he tries to ignore you at first <3 He loves you so much he doesn't want Patrick to get mad at you for fucking his best friend!

But it's hard to stay away when your mom has decided that this is the year you'll all go out and celebrate the holidays (which has nothing to do with your father's upcoming election, of course). You're out ice skating, and Art and Patrick can barely manage more than a wobble on their skates, but you're skating circles around them, doing little spins and trick because you took a figure skating class when you were twelve. And, god, he hates how cute you look. He hates that he even thought of you as cute and not something more degrading and in line with how he wants to think about you.

You go to the nearest botanical gardens to look at the decorations, sipping at hot chocolate, breath puffing out in front of your face. He wants to kiss you so badly, or maybe he wants to pull you in the nearest bathroom and fuck you over the sink. Both? It's all so confusing.

It's that night that Art finally goes to your room, and you're awake like you knew that he was going to be there. Not like you had been staying up until the middle of the night since your first night there, or anything. He pins you against your sheets, murmurs in your ear about how goddamn crazy you're driving him. And it all sounds like a confession of love in your ears.

But then his tongue is in your mouth and his fingers are rubbing over your clit and he's spitting into his hand so he can fuck you in your childhood bed. It's all so perfect, it's all so right. His hand clapped over your mouth, his hot breath panting into your neck.

You feel weird, when you knock on the door to his guest room for once. His hair is shaggy and messy from his shower, and he's wearing a stanford tennis crewneck. He looks so cozy, if not a little concerned that you're there.

"Are you insane? Patrick's gonna see y—" His gaze drops to your hands, to the carefully wrapped box in them. "Oh."

You sit on his bed, eyes frustratingly hopeful as you look up at him. He unwraps it carefully his brows knitting as he opens the box. Jesus fucking Christ.

"It's a watch!" You say, like it's that simple. Like it's not a really fucking nice one. "You're always wearing your digital one that beeps for no reason at 3am, and I know you'll never fix it, so I thought a future famous tennis player needs a big, fancy watch."

Big fancy watch indeed. He sighs, runs his hands through his hair. He thought he'd make it through the trip without having to be sappy, but, unfortunately, he was. He goes into the closet and grabs a little gift bag he'd brought. Just in case.

When he hands it to you, you look at him like he'd just proposed marriage or something. You open it to find something a little simpler than an expensive watch. It's a crewneck, just like the one he'd been wearing. Actually... it's a little more worn, not brand new at all. And when you pull it from the bag, you can smell his cologne on it.

"You're always stealing it anyway, so I just thought... y'know. I upgraded mine, so I figured you can just have it." He says. "It's not a big deal. And just don't wear it around Pat."

You don't say anything for a while. You just tug him to sit on the bed, then shift to your knees in front of him. "Can you stay quiet?" You whisper, lips brushing the hem of his boxers.

He nods, brushing your hair back with a surprisingly tender touch. You kiss the soft skin of his thighs, and he nearly shivers. You're quick to undress him, desperate to have access to the part of him that you love so much. You mouth at his balls as he steadily hardens above you, getting lost in the pulse of him on your tongue, the way he moans softly, just for you to hear.

When you finally take him into your mouth, he thinks he could probably love you, if he let himself. But wouldn't that be kind of cruel? To give you everything you want, when he knows that you love him so much more than he can love you? It almost makes him feel guilty when he cums down your throat, when you swallow his spend like it's a gift in and of itself.

You kiss his thigh twice, practically nuzzling against him before you get up and go back to bed.

[yes-i-write-fanfiction]

Reasons as to why I think it would be funny below:

-Cyclonus and Tailgate have been mentioned before but come on, it would be so funny. Here's Cyclonus that looks like a full on rogue even in his holoform and then there's his sunshine husband Tailgate that decides that he wants to be a hero. Cyclonus decides that sure, he'll go along with it if only to make his conjux happy. Too bad everyone thinks Cyclonus is the hero and Tailgate the sidekick.

-Ratchet has also already been mentioned but it would just be hilarious to see him try to tackle Gotham and all the shenanigans that comes with living in the city. I can also see him picking up Robin like a kitten.

-I just think Arcee and Damian would get along. Arcee is an ancient warrior that wields swords and Damian would take one look at her and go "I want to be like her when I grow up". Killer robot grandma and her little killer kid vigilante grandchild.

-Jazz would open a club and it would become the most popular place in Gotham. Fuck the Iceberg Lounge, Jazz's club is the place to be! Becomes the next Gotham celebrity, his himbo playboy persona on par with Brucie Wayne.

-Listen, Bumblebee is old. Old and tired and filled with rage. But he takes one look at the chaos that is Gotham, sees the homeless people and the struggling kids and decides that he has to do something to help. And if that means dropkicking Black Mask then by Primus-!

-Vigilante Drift. That's it. Gotham is so similar to Dead End and Drift knows that he could help people. So, he does. Mainly busts drug rings and protects the homeless population. Might accidentally become a gang leader.

-Riptide would 100% accidentally become a crime lord. He just stumbles into it. His goons know this but they just like him so much. He's nice to them, doesn't make them to terrible stuff and the pay is good. Riptide doesn't even know he's a crime lord, he thinks he's just in some kind of club.

-Accidental rogue/antihero Nautica. In her attempts to find a way back home to her own universe, she commits several crimes, breaks into Wayne Enterprise, leads the batfam on a 3 hour chase, starts a revolution and befriends Harley Quinn and Poison Ivy.

-Fortress Maximus to damn big for this damn city. Accidentally steps on the batmobile. Accidentally kidnaps Nightwing? Nightwing in turn listens to this 52 feet tall robot have an anxiety attack and calms him down. Now they are friends.

-Swerve living life in Gotham. He loves it. Yeah, it's chaos and people are a bit weird but it's also so exciting! The heroes and villains are so cool! He's got various fan blogs. Opens his own (human) bar and it becomes a hangout for rogue goons.

-Blurr starts working in the Iceberg Lounge as a bartender. His holoform is hot so he gets hit on a lot. He loves the attention. Penguin loves the revenue he brings in and promotes him to the poster boy of the place. Batman, as Bruce Wayne, decides to seduce Blurr to get some info on the Penguin. Shenanigans ensue.

-Little sad meow meow Waspinator gets found in the dumpsters by Damian and is subsequently adopted. Alfred takes one look at this pathetic bot and his heart breaks. Bruce returns home to find Waspinator in his living room, snuggled up in a blanket and asleep. Damian threatens to disown him if he makes Waspinator leave.

[gay-dorito-dust]

🐧

This is going to be really off from how bonding works lol.

But imagine that Aemon rants to Vaghar about reader having claim Cannibal to the Point that Vaghar gets curious over you (HC That Vaghar and Cannibal might have a big hate to friends relationship lol). So on one of these days when Vaghar its free to do as she pleaces she decides to look for the reader who is like "why the fuck does big old dragons keep coming to me" but reader is actually sweet to her and basically respects her a lot. Probably tells her how of a brave girl she is and how unfair too to fight human wars.

And Vaghar is like "oh if you knewww" and starts to like reader more than her own rider.

Cannibal IS getting jealous over this. Reader is his 😤!!

But one random day Aemon has the fantastic idea of try and persuade reader to marry him and he is being lowkey creepy and pushy. And what happens ? Not one, TWO BIG DRAGONS APPEARS.

Yes baby!! Canninal is sooo angry he may as well burn him alive but seeing the suprise and offended look Aemon gives to Vaghar as she protects reader its a nice suprise too.

And Vaghar its on mother mode. 😤💞!! She is lowley ashame over her own rider and will roar to him to stay away, then when reader and Cannibal leave together Vaghar wil ignore Aemons command and fly off with them too.

No because I love the ideas that reader is just so likeable that dragons just finds themselves attracted to them.

Besides I’m pretty sure Aemond and Vhagar don’t have a strong a bond as like daemon and Caraxes for example, so I wouldn’t be surprised if vhagar finds reader to be the better choice and wishes that reader was her rider, and not some wish version of Visenya.

Aemond: they should be mine, we ride the biggest dragons of Westeros, why can’t they see that we’re meant to be!

Grandma Vhagar: *sick and tired of hearing Aemond whine about you and just flies off to seek you out herself*

You would be with cannibal just chilling and all of a sudden an Aemond-less Vhagar just lands in front of you and stares you down as Cannibal growls at her in warning of what he’d do to her if she came here to harm you. He doesn’t fuck with you and neither should anyone else, not Vhagar, Craxes, hell not even Balerion or Meraxes if they were still alive would fuck with you with Cannibal to protect you.

But you just casually go up to Vhagar and start petting her snout and saying; oh Vhagar, you’re forced by the hands of man to do their bidding once again. You poor girl who just wants to be left alone in peace and yet they don’t respect that.

Vhagar is pretty much purring now as she closes her eyes, allowing your sweet words of praise to comfort her old and decrepit body into a state of rest; cannibal, you have chosen a true diamond of a rider with this little one.

Cannibal staring her down, still a little on edge but resonating how she feels about the selfishness of the Targaryen dynasty: I know and I shall treasure them as one until I die. But be reminded Vhagar that they are MY rider, not yours. You should’ve remained riderless if you wished to have them but it’s far too late, I’ve came for them and now they’re mine until death do us part.

Vhagar: I know that, dear Cannibal, but that does not mean you shall keep me from them for I shall always be watching over them when you can not.

Cannibal growls at this but doesn’t do anything outside of that because he doesn’t like you scolding him.

So when Aemond finds out where Vhagar goes when he’s busy, he will be ten times worse then before because if you claimed cannibal and also have Vhagar taking a liking to you, then this must mean that you are destined to marry him regardless! He would hunt you down himself and corner you somewhere remote as he looks at you with a weird and possessive look in his eye, as he then proceeds to spout nonsense about how you and him were two halves of the same soul and how you were truly a blessing for two of the largest dragons in history to come for your presence.

His dragon deity he’d probably call you because when has two dragons ever flew in search of someone before? It had always been people claiming them but never the dragons searching for their one true rider. You were truly a specimen for history to recount decades from now as historians ponder whether you were something else all together.

Could you imagine the future Targaryens reading about you in history books? The one whom summons dragons? Dragon priest/priestess? Whatever other titles they might give you in the future long after you’re gone.

So Aemond is obviously coming on too strong for your liking and all of a sudden, he’s eclipsed by not one but TWO behemoth shadows belonging to Cannibal and Vhagar, they have heard enough from Aemond and didn’t like the unease and fear that they felt coming from you as the one eyed prince kept hounding you with his advances for marriage. Once was fine but this was too much and they didn’t want Aemond to do you any harm just for saying no.

(Whether your are already betrothed to Cregan or Benjicot or Jace, or Addam Velaryon I’ll let you decide that)

Your hand is/is not taken as of yet and they will not allow Aemond to sully that because of his delusions and conceptions.

Aemond is shocked and upset to see that Vhagar was blocking him from you as you quickly mounted Cannibal, who was looking at him as though he were his soon to be dinner, and whispers; ‘Vhagar, why?’

Vhagar only roars at him and growling every time he tried to step closer to her, upset herself that her supposed rider was a weird man with an obsession for things he couldn’t have. She waits for when you and Cannibal to take off to the skies before following behind as a safety precaution, blatantly disregarding Aemond’s cries as they become nothing the further she goes, forcing him to realise that their control over dragons was merely a farce.

[youfightthosefairies67]

My love, are you the devil? — Chapter 1

Pairing: Young!Dean x Preacher's daughter!reader

Wordcount: ~1,4k

Summary: This is it. The last high school Dean'll have to step foot in. He's just gonna lay low, coast through with mediocre grades and get the fuck out when he has the chance.

Then he gets paired up with you on a project. The town angel. The preacher's daughter.

Oh, he's well and truly fucked.

Warnings: English isn't my first language, Swearing, violence, implied abuse, drinking, innocent reader

Notes: First time writing. Kinda nervous lol. Anyway, I had a lot of fun writing this. I have no clue when the next chapter will be out, but I'll try to post bi weekly if anyone's interested.

Please interact, I really appreciate it!💕

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The Midwest all looks the same. Dean’s convinced of it. People can prattle on about how different each state is and how much culture each has, but it’s all bullshit.  

It’s all just... Fields. Fields and highways. The occasional billboard if you get lucky. It could all burn as far as he’s concerned.  

He glances back over his shoulder, watching Sam read in the backseat for a bit. This would be Dean’s last school. He could get his damn diploma and fuck off. Work properly, for once. Make a real difference. If he had it his way, he would’ve dropped out ages ago. 

He turns back forward, listening to Metallica blaring through the speakers of the car, the familiar rumble of the engine almost lolling him to sleep as he rests his head against the window. He sees a sign pass. A ‘Welcome to-’ — Wherever the hell it is they are—sign. He doesn’t even bother reading it. The names all just blend by now anyway. It’s not like he’ll remember this place in a month. 

People stop and look when they roll into town. Jesus, this place is clean. It almost makes Dean’s skin crawl. Looks like something out of ‘The Stepford Wives’. Even the motel looks creepily put together.  

“Two rooms,” His dad grumbles, tossing a card onto the counter. “A single and a double.” The clerk eyes him. Unabashed suspicion glinting as he takes the card. He doesn’t say a word as he tosses them two sets of keys.  

Dean grabs the back of Sam’s shirt and tugs him along towards the rooms, grabbing one of the keys as his dad pays. The room is clean, the sheets floral. 

“It looks like a grandma threw up in here.” Sam mutters as he falls onto one of the beds, opening up his book again.  

Dean snorts and sets down his duffle, falling face first onto the mattress. He’s almost asleep when John comes in, starting the usual spiel. 

“Don’t open the door unless it’s me, shoot first, ask questions later, and–”  

“Always look out for Sammy, I know.” Dean finishes, face still smushed against the pillow.  

John nods, watching the boys for a moment before tossing some cash onto the table. “I enrolled you during the drive. You start Monday,” he says over his shoulder as he heads out, pulling the door shut with him. “I’ll call if I need anything.”  

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Even the school looks too... nice. It looks like one of those movie high schools where jocks wear letterman jackets and shove kids into lockers.  

It’ll be fine. As long as no one breaks into song.  

“Anyone fucks with you, you tell me.” Dean mutters, glancing down at Sam. He gives him a light smack on the back before heading inside to get this shit over with. 

People love to stare in this town, don’t they? He feels like a damn zoo animal as he walks through the halls behind the principal, her heels clicking against the linoleum floors loudly. He feels like he’s going to suffocate with the amount of perfume she’s wearing.  

“–And here is your locker. Feel free to ask if you need anything, Mr. Winchester.” she says, a tight smile on her face as she clasps her manicured hands together. “Well, I’ll leave you to it. I’ve assigned you a chaperone to help you... settle in. In fact, here she comes!” 

Dean turns over his shoulder, ready to see another one of those preppy girls who’d eyed him on his way in. They’re all so terribly stuck up. Never want to do anyth–  

Oh. Oh shit. 

You’re pretty. All cute and proper. Your hair perfectly styled. Your smile so bright. Jesus. And there was something about you. Something that has his shoulders going slack for the first time since stepping into this building. This town. Everyone else here stares. You just look. You look nervous. Maybe even a little scared, but you’re not judging. You’re making an effort not to. He can tell. 

“Ms. Williams here–” the principal cuts off his train of thought as she gestures to you– “will get you all settled in.” She hums with an icy smile, looking him over one more time. He swears he sees her lip twitch as if she’s smelling something foul before she clacks away. 

“You’re Dean, I assume?” You smile, looking up at him. He can see the way your fingers flex against the strap of your bag.  

“Uh huh.” He looks you over. 

“Did Mrs. Jones give you the tour yet?” You ask, tilting your head at him. God, you’re cute. 

“Nope.” he says, popping the p as his lips tug up into a smirk.  

“Then follow me,” you say, again with that almost nervous smile. You’re trying so hard not to judge him by his looks, by his worn jeans and leather jacket. He feels so out of place, but when he’s looking at you, he can’t really find it in himself to care very much. 

The rest of the morning is spent following you around. He can see you slowly relaxing once you realize he won’t tempt you into sin. Are you religious? You seem like you would be. You explain the history of the place. He's not listening very well. You make it hard for him to.  

The two of you do make it to the last class of the day. He sits himself in the back row with the other no-goods. They’re not that bad. They don’t judge him either.  

He almost falls asleep as the teacher drones on and on about biology. Cells or some shit. He can’t seem to stop staring at you though. Front and center, listening intently. Cute. 

“We’re going to be doing a final project before summer’,” the teacher announces, and people immediately start divvying up into what Dean assumes are the usual cliques. He shifts in his seat a little. 

“And I’ll be assigning your partners,” he says, raising his voice over the buzz. Practically everyone groans at that.  

“Hey, if I don’t you won’t get anything done.” He starts going through the pre-decided pairs, and he hesitates for just a second before saying your name and his. He almost seems to snarl at the thought of the two of you being in the same vicinity. 

You turn over your shoulder, giving him a small smile. Dean nods his head with a smile. The rest of the kids in the room whisper behind their hands. They’re acting like one of those shitty soaps they always show on TV. All that’s missing is a dramatic ‘oooohhhh’ from the live studio audience. 

The bell rings just in time and Dean gets up to leave as quickly as possible. One of the stoners follows him out and throws an arm over his shoulders. 

“Dude, good luck,” He– Cory, maybe? –cackles, slapping Dean on the back as they approach his locker. Dean gives him a look. 

“What are you talking about? She seems nice.” Dean shrugs his arm off, opening his locker to grab his shit, more than happy to get out of here. This place still gives him the heebe jeebies. 

“She is, man. To everyone. Literally an angel. Pukes rainbows and farts glitter and everything,” he laughs, leaning on the locker next to Dean’s, “she’s also the preachers daughter.” 

Dean freezes for a second. Ah. That explains it.  

“I’d be careful, man.” Cory turns to him, leaning in as he looks around. He looks a little too serious for Dean’s liking. “The preacher... he doesn't do all that kumbaya shit.” he says, patting his shoulder again and walking off. 

Dean’s about to follow him before he hears his name called. You run up to him with a smile on your face, stopping in front of him. People start staring again. 

“Hey, we uh...” you start, swallowing thickly, “we should start looking at that project.” You finish, picking at your nails.  

“Yeah, probably.” Dean shuts his locker, leaning against it as he looks down at you. You nod. 

“You want to come over to my house tomorrow after school to work on it?” you ask, shifting your weight. Dean smiles and leans down a bit. 

“It’s a date.” 

[littlelordfuckler0y]

enzo st. john x fem!reader Instagram au

hi anon if you’re seeing this I hope you like it :)

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yourusername mystic falls autumn how I missed you

@gilbertelenaaaa mystic falls missed you too

@yourusrname I didn’t go to war man I was just getting masters

@dam0nsalvat0re oh I heard the rat problem is back

@bonbonniie he literally crossed boxes in calendar each day till ‘y/n gets back’ btw ^^

@yourysrname HAHAHAHAHHA SOFTY ASS

@dam0nsalvat0re @bonbonniee you literally had no business making that public information

@stefaNN18 Welcome back y/n!! We missed you!! 🥰💕

@yourusrname the mom energy your texting style radiates💀

@itsenzo ah heard a lot about you love, welcome home or whatever

@carebear you return my mugs to me or I SWEAR there will be consequences

@yourusrname I’ll see YOU in court

gilberelenaaaa for future reference: don’t ask y/n to watch the stove

@gilberelenaaaa not even for two seconds

@bonbonniie that is some serious witchcraft wow

@yourusrname sorry for trying to be helpful

@1tsenzo nice try! never try again 👍

@yourusrname you literally eat burnt toast for breakfast

@1tsenzo it’s called English brown bread toast

@yourusrname you’re so cheap you’d probably eat anything

@1tsenzo anything…? When you put it like that I can certainly think of a few things I’d be interested in eating

@yourusrname what happened to shame?

@carebear EW HES SO GROSS

@stefaNN18 is everyone alright? xx

@gilberelenaaaa yeah dw we have had a fire extinguisher on stand by

1tsenzo hate this woman’s guts

@yourusrname I call it divine intuition

@1tsenzo we spent half an hour trying to get out of the herd???????? and I have goat piss all over me????????

@yourusrname and? and?

@bonbonniiee CUTIE

@1tsenzo thanks

@yourusrname it was directed to me

@1tsenzo on MY post? Not everything is about you love

@bonbonniie it was directed to her though

@yourusrname HAHAHAHAHHA SEE

@dam0nsalvat0re where are you two???

@1tsenzo idk I was just giving y/l/n a ride

@dam0nsalvat0re why?

@1tsenzo because she asked me to…?

@stefaNN18 since when do YOU do things for other people that aren’t a felony in some way voluntarily???

yourusername Caroline tells you to get the dress? You get the dress.

@bonbonniiee amen

@dam0nsalvat0re even if it’s matching with your grandma

@yourusrname SHUT THE FUCK UP

@dam0nsalvat0re can’t unsee it can you?

@stefaNN18 do not listen to Damon he doesn’t know what he’s talking about polka dots are sooooo back again

@dam0nsalvat0re okay Miranda Priestly

@1tsenzo wow.

@carebear ABSOLUTELY STUNNING

1tsenzo dress like your girlfriend day

@carebear LMAOOOO WHAT

@carebear You?? Don’t?? Have?? A?? Girlfriend??

@1tsenzo yet

@gilbertelanaaaa does he think he’s pulled off dressing like y/n

@yourusrname ????????????????????????

@1tsenzo you’re just jealous I wear polka dot better than you

@gilbertelenaaaa it’s so difficult to tell if he’s flirting with y/n or fighting with her

@1tsenzo a secret third thing

@yourusrname he’s being a bitch

@stefaNN18 delete

@dam0nsalvat0re have you by chance ever heard the term self respect?

@1tsenzo I couldn’t care less mate she is SO lovely I really don’t think much about much

@dam0nsalvat0re can y/n just go out with him at this point I feel nauseous

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If people want I could do more parts of this (I am dying to) let me know if you’d like to be tagged and thanks you for the request!!!!!!!

[mythmash]

Bouncer!Sukuna AU Pt. 8 - Yorozu

Bouncer!Sukuna x Stripper/Dancer!Reader. Warnings: MDNI 18+, bullet point fic, uncle!sukuna, toxic situationship, sukuna does not treat yorozu well, minor blood, arguing, sukuna being an asshole, knife/gun mention, a lot of makeup sex A/N: this is a collaborative work made with the amazing @pastelbunnelby, @pastelpixies & @chaoskrakenuwu Series Masterlist || Previous | Next

(On a note that'll be circled back to, it’s no secret that Sukuna fucks

He had a ton of flings before he went to prison and probably had more after he got out before you came into the picture)

He has a cleaner for his apartment

It’s the old grandma of an old colleague/former cellmate who doesn’t give a shit about who he is or what he does

Whereas your nail tech adores him, his cleaner nags the shit out of him

Why can’t he pick up his own clothes?

He needs to get better flowers for you.

He did a shit job at parking his car.

Etc, etc.

But he keeps her around cause she does a good job, she’s not nosy, and he kinda likes her

(Don’t bring up how old ladies seem to love him, he has no idea what you’re talking about)

It surprises people to learn about that because they picture Sukuna and how he is and imagine he’d probably get some kind of maid/escort service where a hot woman comes over in a barely there french maid costume and “cleans”

Circling back to the first point though...

Throughout his flings he has one recurring fling

Yorozu’s the only one who’s been to his place but only because of the convenience cause she worked close-by and he could make her leave his apartment whenever he wanted

He gets out of prison and doesn’t call her for a while fully intending to string her along because he really doesn’t like her

He’s honestly super toxic to her

He doesn’t know why she keeps coming back

But then you happen and Yorozu who??

He’s never heard that name in his life??

It's months later, a little after you’ve moved in with him and someone knocks on the door while he’s in the shower

You answer it thinking it’s the cleaning lady which - why is she here so late?? That’s weird??

And now there some woman you’ve never seen before shoving her way into the apartment??

She sees you in Sukuna’s shirt and underwear and makes a snide remark about him finally ditching the old hag and getting some good eye candy to clean up

She makes herself at home, saying things along the lines of “Must be missing me, if you’re what he’s going for now. Oh well, I’m here now so you can leave. I’m sure he’s already given you a nice tip.”

You’re two seconds from fighting this woman when Sukuna walks out in just a towel, and he doesn’t even look at Yorozu

He just looks at you like “You comin’ to bed or what, princess?”

You don’t move or say anything, looking between him and a shocked Yorozu while your brain is like I am confusion, Sukuna explain

He finally huffs and gestures to you, “This is my girlfriend. Princess, this is…the fuck’s your name again?”

Yorozu goes through 87 different emotions eventually landing on pissed because not only did he not call her, now he’s replacing her with you?

And since when did Sukuna do girlfriends?

That title should’ve gone to her first!

There's crying and yelling (Yorozu) and disgust and anger (Sukuna) as he tries to get her out of his apartment

It’s almost entertaining until she grabs your face, screaming, “You’d choose this over me?!”

And her nails are fucking sharp so it doesn’t take much for them to cut your cheek

The second Sukuna hears you whine and sees the blood it’s over

He’s dragging Yorozu out by her hair, all the way to her car in nothing but his towel and you can vaguely hear screaming and shouting

It's a wonder no one calls the cops

He doesn’t come back for a good ten minutes and he’s pissed but you can tell he’s trying to keep calm for your sake

You want to tell him you’re fine but the more you think about the angrier you get because what the fuck was that? Who the fuck was that?

He won’t answer your questions because he genuinely doesn’t give a shit about Yorozu and he’s more concerned about your face and seeing the scratches is pissing him off more and more

It turns into an argument because you won’t let him touch you until he tells you about Yorozu and he won’t explain anything until you let him look at your face

It gets heated and there’s a small moment where you think it might turn into hate sex until Sukuna says something about how he should’ve let Yorozu stay if you were going to be this annoying about it

You go quiet, turn, and lock yourself in the bedroom

Sukuna’s banging on the door, yelling at you to let him in until he hears you crying on the side and oh.

Oh no.

Why does his chest hurt? What is this feeling? Is this…guilt? He didn’t even feel this way when he killed someone. This isn’t supposed to happen.

But it does, and he feels fucking awful

Because he knows he’s a piece of shit, he knows you know he’s a piece of shit, but he’s taken care to never be a piece of shit to you

And now he’s messed that up so he gives you space and ends up on the couch in his towel, listening to you cry yourself to sleep

He doesn't get any sleep

In the morning he picks the bedroom lock and carefully, quietly, gets some clothes

He lets you sleep in, does not look at your puffy, sad, clumsily bandaged face, and leaves to go get breakfast

He treats you to breakfast in bed from your favorite place, and his hands are wandering but they’re gentle and not going anywhere inappropriate

He feels a little better being allowed to touch you even if you aren't speaking to him

But then you look at him and thank him for breakfast but you just look so heartbroken and defeated

He reaches for your cheek and you turn away, and he hates it and how it makes him feel so much because you should never look like that and it should never be because of him

Normally this would be where he'd beat someone up for you, but he can't beat himself up so he goes with the next thing that comes to mind

The words “I’m sorry” have never been in his dictionary, but they are today and he says it so genuinely it surprises both of you

Sukuna kinda feels gross about it, but then you’re telling him it’s okay and you’re smiling so who cares how he feels

He convinces you to let him look at your cheek and while he’s doing that he tells you about Yorozu

He assures you she doesn’t mean anything to him and she’s nothing compared to you and you believe him, you do...

But there’s that little voice telling you that he must’ve kept going back to her for a reason

Sukuna notices because he notices everything about you, and decides he knows exactly how he’s going to make it up to you

It starts in the shower, where he cleans you with a reverence you didn't think he was capable of

Then you move to the sink where he has you facing the mirror so he can show you how much he loves you and how stunning you are

Then the bed where he spends so much time whispering about all the ways you’re better than anyone else he’s had and won’t let you cum until he’s sure that you know you’re the best thing that’s ever happened to him

After that, he puts you in charge

It’s whatever you want, whenever you want, and however you want it all day

You take him with you to get your nails done

…and take him back when you have to get them fixed after you mess one up clawing at his back when you fuck in the car right after

You get lunch and smirk at him when you order the most phallic shaped foods you can find

Nooo that’s not your foot on his crotch under the table while you’re subtly tonguing a banana split?? What is he talking about??

You take him shopping to make up for it and graciously let him pick a pair of heels for you, some lingerie for you, a vibrator for you, and whatever else with the coy promise of later

Later ends up being the fitting room, and sex shop’s employee break room, and the car again

You make dinner and he’s doing his best to distract you and yeah this has to simmer for thirty minutes? Why is he aski— oh, you’re on the counter.

Oh, he’s on his knees.

Ok, yeah.

You can work with this.

Dinner is pretty good.

Cleanup is better when he “accidentally” spills wine on your neck and insists on cleaning it up with his tongue

And oop-

Now he’s laid out the table while you ride him

Oh well, it was time for dessert anyway

After dinner you model the heels and the lingerie for him

You give him a dance or two and make sure he keeps his hands to himself until he can’t take it and you’re fucking on the couch, the floor, the coffee table, the bookcase, the wall, the door to the bedroom-

You finally get to the bed and you’ve got his knife in one hand, following its trail up his dick with your tongue

He’s about to lose his goddamn mind when you pull out the gun he keeps under his pillow and the vibrator

something something quit torturing the poor boy something something

It’s like 2am, you’re passed out, and Sukuna is still reeling from having his soul nearly fucked out of him

While he doesn’t want to ever hurt you like that again, he feels you cuddle up to him and moan his name in your sleep, and that toxic part of him thinks that it was a little bit worth it

[cccakessslicemeee]

I genuinely wanna see Riz not do save the world shit. Like it's great he does that. Love that about him. But I also wanna see him chill the fuck out and enjoy the breeze. I know it's not in his nature to chill the fuck out but like maybe he gets some work that's less intense?

Shenanigans. Maybe senior year and just the whole rouge bullshit class in general give him a bunch of time. The clubs don't happen until after school hours anyway so he's got time.

Maybe he gets into photography? He was already kinda doing that with evidence anyway at least to some degree. Or like someone comes up to him and is like... Hey my grandma's recipes have been lost in a fire and I know you are not the guy for cooking but you solve mysteries so please? I'll pay you?

Riz is like okay... Sure why not let's figure this out.

And spends a lot of time researching food and ingredients. This is a really long and time consuming "mission" because maybe it was a whole ass cook book that was a family heir look for a halfing family that owned a lil bed and breakfast or cafe in Bastion city and they caught fire bc [literally anything could fucking happen in magical fantasy blah blah blah land but I specifically DO NOT WANT IT TO BE INSURANCE FRAUD bc that's already been done and I want Riz to focus on the food bullshit because it's significantly less stressful...although he'd stress about it]

His clue board is revamped and it looks like one of those Pinterest boards with the cute as hell foods all over it and missing ingredients. Riz has to figure out the differences between onions and butters and different types of salt and brown sugar vs. white. Just like the prettiest clue board ever. Food is bizarrely complex.

Sklonda and probably Gorthalax coming back from work and the house smells a bakery. There's cookies and cakes and eggs and just a shit ton of food that Riz is trying to find the right flavor and spices for. The bad kids are hanging around eating his "mistakes"

Fabian is like "The Ball, you can cook???"

Riz shouts from the kitchen "ITS A BASIC LIFE SKILL FABIAN. EVERYONE CAN COOK."

Fabian would disagree after his mother's debacle with the cantaloupe.

Adine and Fig assuring Riz is very well done and happily eating everything he cooks. He's gotten so much better and Riz is like "yeah it's good but it's too spicy and this is a halfing recipe from like... Before the court of stars existed they wouldn't have-" and bla bla blah. He is looking for specifics.

I feel like Riz would bar everyone from the kitchen while he's working. Because God forbid Kristen come in there and poke her fingers in the dough. She so would. I'm pretty sure everyone would be tempted. Plus he can't have his walkway to the oven crowded.

I like to imagine that he has a kitchen area set up in the cooking club that people leave the fuck alone and also his home. Like it's hard work sure and his shoulders get fucked up from mixing batter all the time but like nobody is dying or fighting so it's kinda nice that way.

I can't say he'd love this or this would be enough to make him love cooking/baking. It's a toss up between hating it all entirely or finding that repetition and the making a plan/ the recipe. He'd pour his heart and soul into every dish he makes.

Also like personal preference and the distinctions between dishes that make them so different. I think it's funny if he makes a dish and Fabian tries it and he's all like "Mm. The last one you made was significantly better this is bland."

And riz is all like "oh? Really? Perfect."

"You were going for bland??"

"it's not bland Fabian it's just not seasoned with pepper and I used a shallot-"

"Oh? The weakest of the onions?"

Shit like that

He makes a whole binder. Maybe because Fabian always has something to say he slips in a couple of suggestion recipes or updates for a modern tongue.

The half ling who requested help is over the moon. Maybe the Pinterest clue board becomes a part of the menu. It would absolutely have the "stats" of all the food and where it came from, shit like calories and allergies. Just a wildly detailed thing

Also maybe he can take his mom out for dinner at the restaurant he kinda helped save. That would be cute.

[starsexplodeatnight]

John Price X Reader!

My first published piece!

Captain John Pricex Reader!

Minors do not engage!

You loved him, really. But, John Price is a lot to handle. Yes, he is a family man, a great husband, a wonderful provider. But he holds on too tight. Tight enough to strangle. You- You had to do it.

even though it felt like your heart was being ripped out of your chest when he found out... Oh, his poor watery blue eyes you loved so much...

You cried your eyes out in bed that night, alone.

Price is eh, heh- heh, heh, heh. He's not letting you go, love. Not ever.

You live in this incredible house, curtesy of your husband's high paying career in the military. It's the perfect place for children to grow up...

Toxic Ex-husband Price never leaves. "The house is ours, love. Ours is ours." And leaves no room for debate. He'll live in the in-law apartment above the detached garage, yeah? He's not happy about it and uses every instance he can to weaken your resolve and stop this silly 'separation' nonsense.

Walk's out onto the balcony in the morning in his robe, coffee in hand. The robe is open, exposing his chest to the neighborhood. He doesn't care that the women jogging by can see and stare. He only cares when he sees you stop and stare out your bedroom window, all alone. Before you aggressively close the curtains, trying not to fall for his tricks!

Semi Toxic Ex-husband Price, who still wants all the gossip you used to share with him when you were married. He'll just stroll into the house from the back door and hear you chatting with your friend from Pta.

He does what he used to, sit his ass right next to you and press his ear on the other side of your phone. Does he care about the gossip? Not really, it's amusing, but not really his thing. What he loves? He loves how you used to turn to him and go off. You look so happy, chattering on and on about what you'd just heard. Including him in your life...

He says he doesn't really like the gossip but will get upset if you don't tell him every detail. His job is to know, love. You can't just leave him hanging! He will demand to know more about Patricia from the parent-teacher conferences. She slept with the teacher! You can't leave him hanging on that, luv! Just to get you to talk to him the way you used to.

Semi Toxic Ex-husband Price, who is your mother's favorite.

She hates your sister's boyfriend; she hates your brother's wife. You? You landed the cream of the crop!!!

How could you have left him??? Your grandma, your mother and your aunties LOVE him, smug bastard. He eats it the fuck up...

They greet him like the long-lost son they wish they had! Meeting him at the door with kisses on the cheek, beckoning him towards the kitchen, treating him like royalty. He is the favorite, and he's not even blood!

"Oh, such a handsome man! So nice!" "So polite!" "And respectful!" "Here, is she feeding you enough?" Oh, when they learn you've served him with divorce papers? They all cry out in alarm. Everyone, not just the women. Uncles, Grandpa, Cousins, all of them.

"What you talking 'bout divorce? fah! He still come to family parties!" They would totally be on his side… They all help in his case to get back together with you.

It'd make him so much worse….

Especially if your youngest kid is going to her first day of school. You both drop her off and you bawl your eyes out and he's there to comfort you, just like he had with all the times before… cradling you to his strong but soft chest. So warm... familiar... soothes the heartache you're experiencing.

Do you want another baby? You miss having a little one around now that your youngest is off to school, yeah? He can help with that…

Maybe- Maybe you... Maybe you were too harsh on him. Maybe, give him another chance...

[sanyu-thewitch05]

F! Sage Island Resident Reader Headcanons pt. 2:

Pt. 1 Pt.3

A wild family affair

After coming home from grocery shopping, you returned to hear the worst thing in your life

Your grandma screaming

You always knew this would happen. She’s a sweet old lady next to that school. Of course something would come down the mountain and try to eat her.

You ran to the shed and grabbed a shovel. You burst in and screamed for the monster to get off your grandmother.

Only to see the face of a short boy with magenta highlights, half-naked, and on top of your grandma

👒: I’m calling the cops.

🦇: Wait! Wait! Wait!

And so you ended in the living room with your grandma and a boy(?) called Lilia.

👒: So he’s not a child?

🦇: Oh no, I’m as old as can be. In fact, I’m about 700.

You choke on your water and look at your grandma.

👒: Does he know you’re 52?

👵: Uh..yeah…

The room was awkwardly silent for a while, before you decided to speak.

👒: I just wanna know, how did he go from broom victim to lover?

🦇: What can I say? I like a woman with a fierce personality.

👵: And I like a man who knows how to have fun.

👒: Grandma, Grandpa is still alive.

In the physical sense he was dead. Body’s been in the ground for a while. But in the spiritual sense, he was alive because he was a ghost who sticks around your parent’s house.

👵: Alive spiritually, not physically.

🦇: And as long as she’s happy, I’m happy.

👒: Besides, what happened to fuck the NRC students?

👵: Technically, he’s a caregiver who went to school to support his son and just so happens to participate in school. He’s not really a student in the same way the others are.

👒: This is going to end horribly

And so you got used to having your new step-grandfather around your grandma’s house.

It was a strange feeling and so in the dead of night when Lilia and your grandma were asleep, you snuck into NRC.

You had managed to get as far as entering the Diasomnia portal but, the surroundings were less than welcoming.

You walked up to the black doors with grey cardigan and banged on the doors hoping someone would answer.

Eventually after 20 minutes someone did answer. A very tired and partially angry, tall, boy with horns opened the door and stared at you.

🐉: Aren’t you the girl whose grandma hit me with a broom?

👒: Yes, anyway, do you know a man named Lilia Vanrouge?

🐉: Yes…why?

👒: Please tell him to stop his whoredom towards my grandma. I don’t want my grandpa haunting my grandma’s house and creating an eternal love triangle.

🐉:….um…ok…

You turn around feeling proud of yet another conflict avoided.

That was until later that evening when you heard a knock on the door and saw the boy with horns and his friends from earlier walk inside and sit at the dinner table.

🦇: Ah, so you decided to join us for dinner instead of heading into town?

👒: I had no idea there was an “us”until now.

👵: Y/N meet Lilia’s kids, Sebek, Silver, and Malleus.

You awkwardly wave at the three boys and give and glance at Malleus.

🗡️: We’ve heard a lot about you from Lilia.

⚡️: Pleased to meet the daughter of Lilia’s lover! I’m sure we’ll get along great!

You look up at the ceiling and internally scream.

👒: Nice to meet you too. So who cooked-what’s for dinner?

👵: My famous roasted herb chicken with some vegetables from the garden. My darling Lilia made dessert.

Malleus, Sebek, you, and Silver stiffened and share a quick nervous glance at each other.

🗡️: Really? What did you make?

🦇: Chocolate-covered strawberries.

You let out a sigh of relief. No one could possibly mess up something as simple as chocolate-covered strawberries.

You were horribly wrong.

After feasting on food and talking with Sebek, Silver, and Malleus, the dessert was placed on the table.

You grabbed a strawberry a bit into it, only to realize it’s completely frozen. You use a small warming smell, then bite into your dessert which tasted good.

🦇: Whoops! I must’ve left them in the freezer for too long!

👵: It’s ok, Lilia! You abilities to make food improved a little.

🦇: I left some normal strawberries in the bowl in case anyone wanted plain ones.

Malleus, Sebek, you and Silver grab a plain strawberry, and look confused as you all taste nothing.

👒: Hm…that’s weird. There’s no taste.

🗡️: I seem to remember strawberries being sweeter.

🐉: Lilia, where did you get these?

🦇: The garden. There was a separate bush of strawberries and I decided to pick them. Don’t tell me it was something weird like a poisonous plant?

You spit out the “strawberry” and drink some water. Meanwhile, Sebek, Silver, and Malleus accepted their fates.

👵: Oh your four are fine! Lilia accidentally picked berries from the mock strawberry bush. They look like strawberries but are watery and taste like crap.

You sigh and lay your head on the table, laughing.

Soon, one by one, everyone starts laughing with you, bringing dinner to a happy conclusion.

👒: Bye, Grandpa Lilia! Don’t be afraid to come back, Malleus! My grandma won’t hit you and your friends over the head with a broom anymore.

The door closed as the four males traveled up the mountain. As you cleaned up the dinner table with your grandma, your phone rang.

👒: Hey, mama. How are you doing?

👩: Well, as per usual. So, how was dinner with the new neighbor and his family?

👒: Huh?

👩: You know that old single dad and his three children. Your grandma told me how much of a sweetheart he is, and how she just had to have him over for dinner. Ah, it’s so exciting to have people populating that side of the island again. His sons could even help some of the elderly and poorer neighbors!

You look at your grandma and give her a disgusted look with a shaking head combo.

She presses a finger to her lips, and you roll your eyes.

👒: Oh, him…his family is fine. They just left a while ago. His sons were my age. Anyway, I’ve got to help granny clean up the kitchen. I’ll text you tomorrow!

👩: Oh, my daughter is making new friends! Your dad is going to be so excited! Bye, honey!

Your mother excitedly hangs up the phone and you sigh.

👵: Have a chocolate covered mock strawberry.

You silently take a strawberry and eat it, not daring to say anything.

“The only thing that could make this worse is if my biological grandfather appeared” You thought, shaking your head.

[thequeenofcupps]

LIFEWEAVER DATING HCS

A/N: fuck it I’m doing lifeweaver hcs cuz he’s girlypop

A/n pt.2: I’m keeping the cursing to a minimum

CW: periods, pills, mentions of killing, beating someone up, like a pinch of angst

⋆˚✿˖° he’s a big sweetheart it’s not even funny like if you’re having a bad day he’d give some space just in case and after you were done he’d give you some tea if you need to calm down a little more and give you hugs and cuddles!

⋆˚✿˖° he’s such a gentleman like he’s always holding open doors for you, hold your shopping bags, cooking delicious meals from his home country, making the bed, starting a bath for you after a rough day at work, he’s just malewife material

⋆˚✿˖° he has an apron saying “kiss the cook” guess you have to now

⋆˚✿˖° you guys go on the cutest dates ever like going to a butterfly garden a lot lands on him and he lets out that gorgeous laugh, you guys go on like crochet/knitting dates (my hc is his grandma taught him that or at least sym), an arcade date and he wins you a lot of plushies and they’re ur children now and sometimes he will read with you laying on his lap and he’ll read to you

⋆˚✿˖°he’d introduce you to symmetra(idk her real name I’m sorry) she has that kind of “mean protective older sister” vibe but she’s ask a shit ton of questions like “where did you meet him” “when did you meet” “what are your intentions with him” but she’s just trying to see if you’re good enough for him (she’s still on the fence)

⋆˚✿˖°if you’re on your period he’s right there giving you cuddles, stomach rubs, napping with you, starting a warm bath, medicine, making green tea for you (I read that green tea or teas are good for period cramps), if you have mood swings he’s prepared he’ll give you space if you need it, he’s there if you’re crying because of the pain, and he’s there if you’re sleepy

⋆˚✿˖°you guys rarely fight and if you guys did fight you both can’t bare to give the silent treatment so you guys make up with some tears exchange but you both made up and cuddled

⋆˚✿˖°he’d kill for you no questions he’d burn the entire planet down if anyone hurt you, he loves you to the moon and back

⋆˚✿˖°if you ever talk bad about yourself he’d punch the nearest person until you say something nice about you, and after you do say something nice abt u he’d give you an entire list of all the stuff he loves about you, all the pros to dating you, and how much he loves you

A/n: this is my first time writing for lifeweaver so I hope I did ok

[juchily]

Yellow jackets Season 3 Ep 3 thoughts

But real this time, spoilers below ⚠️

I want to try and by more analytic for this episode? Idk I had to decipher renaissance writings in history today and the curtains are blue guys

Mari really think sucking up to Ben would work? Anyways, too sexy for this cave, to sexy to die, to sexy to drink the hot chocolate and prove the pomegranate theory...

The amount of lore drops we got is craaazy, Mari drop, Ben drop, wowza

Really need to know how long Other Tai's been there and how much we've seen her because... This episode for adult Tai is wild.

With the focus on Van I really think she's dying this season... No matter how many lives Tai may try and sacrifice to please the wilderness.

Someone cut Shauna's brakes, and I don't think it was Misty...

More Shaunahat content! I wonder if Shauna's just playing Melissa or has/is growing feelings (of some sort) for her

Shauna being nice to Mari for once?? (Only to get what she wants but still)

i think the most outstanding performance so far this season has to be Melanie because WOW the range, the downwards spiral into pure rage after Shauna sees Callie wearing Jackie's necklace

Speaking of, why did Lottie have the necklace? How does she? Will we see how that came to happen?

Now, the No-Eyed Man:

The Pee Wee Television show streamed 1986-1990. I can't tell you which episode it is playing where the ad for the ice cream shop is on, but yeah.

No-Eyed Man originates from Ozzy's Ice Cream Parlor. Unless Van and Tai are both collectively hallucinating this.

So, is No-Eyed Man a result of trauma? Tai, a young girl, watching a freaky, weird, terrifying commercial one night and soon after her grandma died. Clearly there's some sort of history of mental disorders for Taissa, her grandmother very well had delusions or hallucinations like we see with Taissa, maybe even a fragmented self, dare we call her Other-Grandmother or something

Now, on the other hand. The supernatural. We see a coyote with a rabbit in it's maul. Now, the chances of this just being something that Tai and Van happen to see at that time is really low, and doesn't narratively make sense for it to be random. We have the rabbit symbolism: purity, innocence, Jackie. The coyote, we don't have much for. But it's a predator, the symbol for the spiral of the human soul, or otherwise the Wilderness itself. So, front foot forward—its what Van and Tai say, the wilderness needs more victims. One to cure Van, two, perhaps to cure Tai's mental disorder that causes these visions.

Now I guess that's technically supernatural + mental illness, but I can't reason up a supernatural version because there's too many 'if's and 'but's and 'what if's, and circumstances, and scenarios, and all the in-between.

So, moving on from the headache that was me trying to explain this as fully supernatural... And giving up two lines in and deleting it all...

the CAVE:

so basically the underground mine theory is pretty much confirmed.

Shaunnat ❤️

First of all, WOW forget the Caligula dance number this outdoes it tenfold I've never felt more miserable (in the best way), confused, and utterly fucked in the head as I was watching this episode...

So, first we have Akilah.

Uhm. Yeah.

But of course, the pomegranate theory: Akilah DOES eat when she's out of it, in fact she eats a lot. We'll have to keep an eye out on her and see if she makes it out and disproves the pomegranate theory since they WERE unconscious. I hope she makes it out because like 🙏🙏 please do not die honey

Biting, so much emphasis on biting by that damn llama, Akilah IS NOT BECOMING THE NEXT MEAL, NOT ON MY ⌚

But she's like literally swallowed by the dirt. The fucking dirt gods, the Wilderness, uhm.

Next, Van. Poor girl is suffering rn. There's a focus on the cabin (the cabin is set up as if when someone would have been living in it, Cabin Guy) and the fireplace alit. Very interesting taking into account the theory (that I wholeheartedly agree with) that Other Tai burned the cabin/lit it alight. Although it would be funny if, like Van's dream shows, the cabin caught ablaze because someone just forgot to watch the fire and an ember caught badly.

Maybe it's just as simple as that.

Anyways, the rocking chair she was sat on becomes a flight seat, she's strapped in tight and there's arms around her too.

And like people have pointed out: a letterman jacket cladded arm, probably Jackie's

Next, Shauna. The most heartbreaking shit ever. I don't think we've ever seen Shauna EVER smile that big, not pre crash, not with Jackie, this is A HORRIBLE TIME TO BE A SHAUNA FAN BECAUSE THE TEARS DONT STOP

Ugh, her literal baby boy and she's stuck in the unending, bottomless ocean of grief, kept away from her damn baby boy, no matter how hard she kicks and swims she can't make it.

Now, who's dream is it? Now is this supernatural, idk my brain hurts thinking about the supernatural aspects of this show— you should have seen me the first time I watched Phantoms for the first time trying to FIND a way to justify the film because it's pretty damn supernatural, but it's explained in a sci-fi way. Fun, I recommend the film.

Here's what I think about the nature of the dream:

A physical gas in the cave put them to sleep (much like any other gas poisoning). But the dreams are a supernatural reaction because they came near death from has exposure.

So, to reiterate what I mean: the gas is a physical thing

The dream itself is not a natural "dream", and I think they were all collectively together in the same "dream", it was not just one of their dream.

The dream/"supernatural occurrence" takes inspiration from the brains of multiple of the girls. If I had to put them into categories this is how I would do it:

Akilah: the messaging in the "group dream" about helping Shauna and saving her and that if she doesn't they will all die (more on that specific line later)

Van: the No-Eyed Man (I cant remember if we see her and Tai talk about that in past tl but yeah)

Shauna: Lottie (thats gay af of you Shauna...), Jackie attacking Shauna

First of all, before the nitty-gritty, Courtney Eaton is so gorgeous in that damn outfit ughhhh LORD SAVE ME

Jackie ❤️❤️

"of all the ways to lose a person, death is the kindest"

This applies in many ways:

It all comes back to Lottielee 🙏 👏 Laura Lee was killed by the Wilderness—or whatever you want to believe—but point is, she died before the real meaty part of the horrors of the wilderness.

A reference to the survivers themselves. There's multiple ways to lose a person, not just through death which according to what Lottie (dream Lottie? Akilah, Shauna, and Van's perception of Lottie) said, death is the nicest.

The most obvious is losing a person's... Person. Their character, their morals, their innocence.

Death is kinder than them living to experience horrible things that will make them horrible people.

OH BOY LETS GET TO SOME OF MY FAVORITE THOUGHTS ABOUT THE DREAM SEQUENCE

✨Shauna and Jackie✨

The symbolism here is HEAVY

Shauna is SEPARATED from Van and Akilah

and Jackie slaps the slap bracelet onto her neck, cutting her neck, SILENCING HER. Bleeding, she's hurt

this is obviously a reflection of how Shauna feels towards Jackie

That or either Ghost Jackie feels like being a meanie head which is pretty valid of her

Bringing back the line about Akilah needing to save Shauna, Akilah can't, but if she doesn't Shauna will die *they'll all die* (also Courtney's accent comes out alot here it's really cute)

I think that either Akilah will have to make a big decision that will affect her survival (the girls eating her) particularly regarding Shauna (maybe when Shauna becomes leader and her decisions and whether Akilah goes ahead with them)

Or this isn't really regarding Akilah more than it does Shauna. If something happens to Shauna, the same will be to the others

No other thoughts on that line at this point... Honestly I just think this dream sequence is really ominous when it comes to what may occur in the upcoming new episodes

I'm just scared low-key they went so Twin Peaks with this episode, so I guess actually I'm excited

Final thoughts:

Why does Lottie have the necklace? What will happen with Callie this season?

More Pomegranate theory proof? Mine theory proof/true?

No-Eyed Man bro, love how much we got on him this episode yet it still feels like so little!

Coach Ben might be done for 🤷

There's a lot of stuff and theories I didn't mention so I'd recommend checking out other peoples stuff too

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For guardbo <3<3<3

▼ - childhood headcanon

∇ -. old age/aging headcanon

♒ - cooking/food headcanon

doing both sports au And pvpciv per your request

sports au:

▼ they only met each other as adults when they were put on the same team so there’s not anything for them together but. seperately ill gladly yap about their childhoods

raymonds childhood was fine, they lived comfortably but his parents were really strict and pushed him a lot to do everything he could and to do it perfectly. (he did become a fucking olympic athlete so yk maybe it paid off but he also became very afraid of failure💔) he went to highschool in hungary for a few years and lived with his grandma at the time who later becomes the only member of his family that he still visits.. he never really had the opportunity to question his sexuality when he was younger since it wasn’t even an option, he just couldn’t be anything but straight. he comes out as an adult after dating evbo for a while and his parents very openly don’t accept it so as hard as it is to do, he decides to stop talking to them. he still visits his grandma when he can but doesn’t tell her, although she probably kind of knows from his dad. and from raymond taking evbo to the most obvious date locations in budapest.

evbo is adopted in the au since theres no irl equivalent to just spawning in and i cant imagine him being born. but his adoptive parents are nice and he has a pretty nice childhood overall <3 figures out he’s into guys pretty early into his teens and his parents are fine with it but it really does not matter since he’s just The worst teenager in general and his parents have so much else to deal with other than him being gay☠️ he gets into so much trouble, probably has to switch schools or something because he’s a fucking menace. he becomes chill again after a few years of being an awful teenager and starts taking sports more seriously and thats when he gets into hockey too :3

∇ i could honestly see them adopting kids and growing old together. since evbos adopted too he would probably be for it and im sure raymond always just logically imagined thats how his life would go since he was raised so traditionally, he just always thought he would marry a woman and have a family and settle down. but he can still settle down with evbo and get married if they want to and adopt kids while its still legal </3 but yeah they’re also pretty much endgame like seaj in the sports au and will end up growing old together either way

♒️ raymond knows how to cook insanely well since his parents made him learn that too. evbo would burn down the kitchen if he was there unsupervised. they complete each other❤️

also to be self indulgent with food headcanon…. raymond takes evbo around in budapest to try out hungarian food and his grandma also cooks for them while theyre there <3

pvpciv:

▼ they both just spawned in, neither of them were actually born so they didn’t really have a childhood💔 raymond obviously spawned in earlier than evbo and i think he was younger too when he spawned but he’s older than evbo by the time he does. idk aging works weirdly in pvpciv since they live for like average 20 days or whatever but you get what i mean🙏

∇ i don’t think evbo ages at all while he has the respawn power. its like he just stops in time every time he hits that armor stand and he would only start naturally aging if he just didn’t hit it after he woke up (thats basically the only time he ages, that two seconds between waking up an hitting the armor stand) or gave it to someone else like ferre did

raymond however. he does. he does and he will die of old age if he’s not killed before it happens UNLESS he becomes the eternal shield or whatever since the eternal weapons literally make you immortal. but i think if everything got resolved and the civilizations weren’t at war anymore evbo could stop using the respawn power and they could technically. grow old together <//3

♒️ raymond starts experimenting with cooking when he’s living in evbos mansion on the iron level since that house has an actual furnace and smoker and theres actually good food. he gets really good and he cooks for both of them whenever he can <3 my malewife son

if this sounds familiar. yes.😉

sorry this got VERY long but also im not fucking sorry this is my blog get off it if you don’t want to hear me yap about my au🥱