#hello there author of sweet revenge

[lucafuwafuwa24]

HI, I'M THE AUTHOR OF SWEET REVENGE, I LIKED THAT ART OF YOURS!!! WE COULD BE FRIENDS, YOU KNOW

[luvly-writer]

Of Light and Shadow

Xaden Riorson x Gamlyn! Reader

Important Author's note in the end.

Backstory:

Y/n and Ridoc are twins, with him being older by 6 minutes. They grew up in coastal village named Ceaelyn in the Morraine Province of the continent. Due to the fact that their parents were highly absent, Y/n and Ridoc were raised by people in their village. They were the heart and soul of Ceaelyn. Once they got of age, they decided to join the riders quadrant. Their father, initially desagreed (as did most of the village), but seeing as they were so bent on going, helped them train little by little so that they could at least survive those first months.

Basgaith

First Impressions

A Scent of Trouble

Eyes Up, Gamlyn

Focus, Wingleader

Mutual Distractions

The Light Wielder

Gonna do something about it?

Soft Spot

Sweet and Pretty

Not just Vanity

Charmed

Charming her

We Were Rebels

Aretia

Domesticated

You are who I worship

Oh dear twin...

Smitten

Utterly Divine

Well, Who is she? | And who is he?

Girl's night

A Cultured Duchess | The Necklace

The Importance of Light and Hope

Homesick

Ceaelyan First

Duchess of the People

Missions gone Wrong

My one and only

Light of Mine

Bliss

Renovations

Beach Weekend

A Loved Gamblyn

And a Very Traumatized Twin

Ridoc's Revenge

The Girl's Reward

Her Birthday

His Birthday

Just Pure Love

Stressful SItuations

Author's Note: Hello! This entire story is ALREADY WRITTEN. I literally wrote it little by little as I was doing my midterms and finals as a way to destress and to survive my Onyx Storm hangover, mainly for me, using my name as an OC. Then as I finished it and I was like damn, this could actually be something people could enjoy. It fluctuates from canon a lot so don't expect it to be precisely like the books. I will be updating little by little. Since it quite literally finished you guys might get various chapters a day.

Taglist: @eepyfaerie @dreamdragonkadia

Leave me a comment to tagged. <3

[megumishotgf]

more and more (jjk mainly) fic recs (pt. iii)♡

hello and welcome to more of my fic recs!! credit to all these talented writers, pls check out their other works too!! featuring: (jjk) megumi, yuuji, satoru, suguru, toji (mha) katuski (lmao just for the one post because it NEEDED to be shared) masterlist recs pt. i pt. ii pt.iv

: ̗̀➛ megumi fushiguro x reader

megumi thinks about how whipped (he is while impatiently waiting for you to text back)

fucking megumi in his baseball uniform (lengthier fic with dom! megumi... omg)

sharing a bed and cuddling (so soft i'm crying. i'm unsure if i've linked this before)

racer a.u. w/ bf megumi (in physical agony because i need this)

megumi is obsessed with yuuji's bimbo gf (i love LOVE love bimbo reader fics AHH)

: ̗̀➛ satoru gojo x reader

your kid shows you an ugly drawing (similar to the katsuki scenario i linked last time, so funny!!)

satoru comforts you after you have a nightmare (so fluffy and sweet... i'm bawling)

age gap w/ satoru, he teaches you to fuck (younger reader. god i love this)

satoru proposes to you :(( (i'm crying)

satoru fucking his chubby gf (help my pussy's gone crazy)

more satoru w/ chubby gf (so so much praise)

: ̗̀➛ geto suguru x reader

arguing with then fucking your ex suguru who is now a cult leader (omfg)

suguru fingers you during movie night w/ satoru and shoko (wow this fic definitely hit the spot. one of my favourites on this list)

'no one's made me cum before' (now this is relatable)

you're babysitting nanako + mimiko and are about to fuck their dad (ahhhhhh)

y/n is insecure and can't tell suguru ('it's not what he's made for' some heavy angst for the sick fucks that enjoy it)

step brother! suguru teaches you how to kiss (this damn fandom makes me read so much stepcest. disgusting! *saved immediately*)

suguru wonders if he should cut his hair (fluffy!! but the last line made me want to burst into tears!!)

: ̗̀➛ toji fushiguro x reader

smutty fic w/ crybaby reader (it's me i'm the crybaby. this author has SO many good toji fics, i linked one of their prison bf fics last time!!)

toji is so so big but he makes it fit (major size kink!!)

: ̗̀➛ yuuji itadori x reader

finally fucking roommate! yuuji (i am shocked this doesn't have more likes it was such an incredible read)

virgin! yuuji headcanons (he's just so whiney and such a good boy. omg i love fics where y/n is the more experienced one)

giggly sex drabble (the best type of sex i need more fics like this)

yuuji can't jack off to jennifer lawrence anymore because of YOU! (i think this initiated a yuuji phase for me...)

: ̗̀➛ katsuki bakugou x reader

gq couples quiz w/ katsuki (i am shocked this doesn't have ten thousand likes. it's perfect the characterisation is perfect. pls check out the creator's masterlist here everything is so so good)

multiple characters (jjk drabbles)

using your safe word (satoru + suguru)

boyfriend texts (satoru, suguru, kento, toji, megumi, yuuji, toge + choso)

riding, missionary or doggy? (satoru, suguru, kento, toji, choso. btw the right answer is doggy)

bf texts (satoru, suguru, kento, toji, choso, megumi, toge + yuuji)

unholy drabbles!! (toji, satoru + kento)

cute texts during your period!! (satoru, choso, toji, megumi, yuuji, toge)

: ̗̀➛ also multiple characters (drabbles w/ unspecified names then characters listed at the end? i don't know how to describe this sorry lol)

eating you out sloppily omg (aot + jjk + genshin + demon slayer)

tits, ass or thighs? (bleach + jjk + jjba + one piece + csm)

men that are obsessed with thick women (jjk + kny + aot + tokyo revengers)

general fucking headcanons (jjk + aot + haikyuu + tokyo revengers + genshin + sk8 + csm)

quick question!! should i still link the really successful fics / blogs (like 4k+ notes, some have up to 15k!!), as i'm sure you will have already encountered them in their respective tags? in other words, should i focus on linking fics that are less interacted with? pls let me know <3

[th3cadav3r]

hello, can I have a curly x reader fic where the reader loves putting her face in curly’s tits?

Stress Relief

Curly X Female Reader Smut

summary: you just got home from a long, awful day and you desperately need to cool down. Luckily, your husband Curly can help you do exactly that

content: established relationship, kissing, cuddling, chest/nipple play, unprotected p in v sex, reader has female anatomy

author’s note: yesss I’ve been wanting to write all about Curly’s huge bazongas

Today was the worst. The only thing you could think of while driving home from work was being in your husband’s arms while resting your head on his nice soft chest. You definitely drove a bit faster than usual that night

He greeted you when you got home with a kiss and presented a sweet little dinner for you. You made your way into the bedroom after you ate and bathed, once again greeted by Curly. He was laying on his back watching TV. He smiled when he saw you and opened his arms, prompting you to climb into bed and lay on top of him with your head on his chest. His warmth enveloped you completely. You could’ve fallen asleep in a matter of seconds

“Comfy?” He asks while stroking your hair

“Of course,” you hum contently. You lay face down on his chest inhaling his scent. “I’m on the world’s comfiest pillows”

He chuckles heartily. “Feelin’ cheeky, are we?”

“Maybe” You couldn’t help but give his pec a little squeeze. You had obviously felt them plenty of times before, but it just gets better each time that you do. It’s somehow soft and firm at the same time…perfect for playing with

You mindlessly toy with his chest, squishing one pec while rubbing the other

“Oi,” he says firmly, “What do you think you’re doing, sweetheart?” Despite his tone, he still has smirk on his face

“Nothing” You grin at him, not taking your hands off him for a second. “Just relieving some stress” You bit your lip as your hands squished his tits together. He is wearing a shirt, but you can still see the outline of his nipples underneath. God, you could play with these things all day and never get tired of them

“Well relieve away, then,” he responds. He sighs and rests his head back on the pillow as you continue poking, prodding, and playing with his chest

You were surprised when you felt something hard pressing against your thigh. “Shit…” Curly mutters.

“Awww,” you tease, “you’re getting hard just from this?”

“Can’t help it,” he says with a shy smile. “It feels nice”

You enjoy the sight of your strong, dominant husband reduced to a flustered mess. Though you’ve fondled his chest many times before, you never knew it felt that good for him

Without another word, you lift his shirt up. His huge chest and stomach is covered with curly blonde hair which then forms into a sexy happy trail. He shivers and his nipples harden at the sudden cold that he’s exposed to. You give them a little tug, making him groan softly

“Fuuuck, love”

You sit up with your ass pressing against his boner to get a good view of his body. This was usually done the other way around; it was typically him hovering over you after striping the clothes off your body. But after the horrible day that you just had, you wanted to take control this time

“What happened to being exhausted just a second ago, huh?” he says teasingly

“Shut it,” you snap back. “It’s your fault for having such big, squeezable tits”

He chuckles again as his hand finds its way to your ass, giving it a tap. “Fair enough”

You took your own shirt off as you grinded against his clothed cock. His unoccupied hand grabbed onto your breast almost immediately, groping it gently

“How’s that feeling, huh?” he asks cheekily, satisfied that he’s getting “revenge” for your relentless fondling

“I dunno, you tell me” You reach down and grasp one of his pecs, mimicking his movements. You tug at his nipple again, drawing a loud groan from him. It wasn’t long until you were both completely nude, kissing passionately as you continued to explore his chest. He rolled the both of you over so that you were laying on your back and he was on top of you. The show on TV had gone completely ignored at this point

His cock slid into you after only a few minutes of preparation. It was evident that you two were pent up after a long week of little to no intimacy due to your late night shifts. Curly hovered over you, not taking his eyes off of you once as he pounded into you relentlessly. Your mind went blank, completely forgetting about all your earlier stressors and worries. Your only focus was Curly…and his chest that was hovering so tantalisingly close to your mouth

Without another thought you latch onto his nipple

He fucking whined

His pace instantly quickens, feeling his release coming faster with this added pleasure. You suckle him while squeezing his other pec. It feels like an entirely new form of pleasure for you. You felt yourself getting closer too

“Keep fucking doing that, love–” It’s a strange thing for you to be doing, but in the moment he couldn’t care less. It feels so fucking good. He honestly feels upset that you and him never tried this earlier

“Ah–I’m gonna–” He groans as he cums deep inside you, holding your body flat against his. Your orgasm follows soon after and you moan with his nipple still in your mouth. The buzzing sensation is enough to bring another orgasm crashing down on him like a rough wave landing on the shore

Soon you unlatch from him with a pop, opening your eyes slightly to admire the hickeys that now decorate his chest. He relaxes on top of you, still keeping himself propped up on his elbows so that he doesn’t completely crush you with his weight

“God damn…”was all he could say

“I guess I should do that more often”

“You better,” he says with a grin

[woantohae]

Bang Bang (My baby shot me down) || Part II (Rocco x reader)

Summary: The moment of truth comes and everything goes to shit. But apparently Y/N and Rocco can't forget everything they experienced together—even if it only lasted a few weeks.

Author's note: Hello! Here's the second part of this series, so hope you like it <333 Let me know what you think in the comments ✨️💌

Content warnings: chaos, guns, curse words, explicit content, smut, +18, hints of angst, mentions of ass grabing, dick, cunt and pussy, make out.

PART I HERE

Y/N felt guilty.

She'd talked to Leftie about everything she'd learned about Rocco and what had happened with the old man's son, defending the man who was winning her heart, because he had not been the cause of it.

Clearly, she couldn't admit she was starting to like Rocco, because everything would go to hell. Although everything was about to go to shit when she saw Leftie break into Rocco's house with Lonnie by his side. The girl was a few steps behind them, waiting for the signal to enter the living room of the house, which she had visited so many times.

"What the fuck? What the hell are you doing in my house?" Rocco exclaims in a furious tone.

Y/N watches from behind the wall that faces the living room and notices the brunette pull out a gun and point it at the other two men, but he instantly stops when he sees they're also armed.

"Wow, wow, okay. Calm down." He lowers the gun and raises his hands in surrender.

"Not so tough now, huh?" Leftie says in a mocking tone, and then shoots, scaring Rocco and Ruth, who lets out a deafening scream. Then, the gray-haired man gestures to Lonnie, "Go get the mother. I'm sure Vincent will be here any moment."

Y/N swallows and bites her lower lip.

After a few minutes, Rocco is tied to a chair with his mother, Ruth, at his side, whimpering for her life. Lonnie goes to his sister to accompany her and wait together for Rocco's father to arrive.

"Everything's going according to plan," Lonnie says, patting his sister on the back. She abruptly pulls her hand away and glares at him. "Wow, what the hell is wrong with you?"

"You know damn well what's wrong to me. I told you Rocco wasn't the one who killed Leftie's son, and you didn't fucking believe me. Not even you," she says firmly, "my own brother."

Lonnie rolls his eyes and lets out an exasperated sigh. "We weren't paid for this, Y/N. You know that very well," he reminds her, looking at the door to see if Vincent is coming.

"It's all about the money for you, huh?" she confronts him and laughs without humor. "That's why I never come to you when I need a brother."

She steps away from him when she notices Vincent has arrived, leaving Lonnie staring down for a few seconds.

The man of the family enters and opens his eyes when he sees Y/N and Lonnie pointing a gun at him, demanding that he remain silent.

"Oh, look at this. The patriarch of the family has arrived. Come on, guys, bring him in," Leftie orders mockingly.

The three of them enter the living room, and Y/N knows she's going to come face to face with Rocco after having ended what they had a few days ago, with the excuse that she didn't feel the same way about him. They were both devastated, still clinging to the memory of each other at night. All the times they confided their secrets, their pasts, and thousands of nights of passion where they explored each other's bodies.

All because of a fucking family misunderstanding.

"If it isn't that damn Vincent. You traitorous piece of shit," Leftie says, smiling as Rocco freezes at the sight of Y/N pointing a gun at his father.

"Y/N..." he whispers, barely able to believe it.

"Rocco, I...." she is interrupted by Leftie.

"That's right, your sweet Y/N, to whom you swore your darkest secrets, was just following my plan to get revenge on you and what you did to my son."

Rocco clenches his jaw and shakes his head. Y/N sighs and looks away.

"Nights of loveless sex were enough to make you confess what you did, you piece of shit," Leftie says, hitting Rocco in the face with the end of the gun.

"Hey!" Y/N and Rocco's parents exclaim at the same time, but the girl continues saying. "I told you the truth. He didn't do it."

Lonnie keeps aiming at Ruth, who keeps whining and complaining.

"Is this for your son?" Rocco asks, spitting out the blood that's coming out of his mouth. "I didn't kill him, damn it. But he sure was asking for it if he was mixed up in all this shit."

Another punch.

"Enough!" the girl asks. "Why don't Vincent tell you what really happened that time? You worked together before, you know each other better than you'd like."

Leftie raises an eyebrow and looks at Vincent, who looks dejected.

"Fuck," he mutters, then continues.

"Whoever killed your son was an infiltrator trying to get revenge on you and me since we were in the same group."

Lonnie frowns and glances at his sister, who nods, confirming that it's true.

"Turns out Rocco met him a while back and accepted him into the gang, not knowing he was going after our heads later. That bastard wanted to send a message, and the best thing he did was go after your son's head. And since my stupid son is sensitive and kind-hearted, he made it look like he did it to protect the son of a bitch."

"Thanks dad" Rocco says bitterly.

Leftie narrows his eyes and continues pointing his gun at the other man.

"How do I know you're not lying?"

Vincent looks at him, and everyone falls silent as he continues, enjoying the drama.

"Because you once had my back, and I know you wouldn't betray those who were once there for you."

Y/N glances at Rocco, who's looking at her.

Leftie clenches his jaw and rolls his eyes, letting out a sigh. Then he lowers his gun and curses under his breath.

"Shit," a mixture of sadness and frustration covers his face, feeling all these emotions and knowing what finally happened.

"I wasn't lying," Y/N tells him, then looks at Rocco. "I wasn't lying about anything I said."

"You were a bitch and slept with my son to get information out of him," Ruth says.

"Hey!" Lonnie and Rocco say simultaneously.

"What? That's true!" the blonde defends. "Altough, I do like you way better than that whore Rocco dated"

Y/N frowns at this woman's response and the way she thinks. Although the blonde's way of acting and thinking is not a surprise, the girl had also met her during the time she was with Rocco. From one moment to the next, the atmosphere becomes charged with mixed emotions, frustration, and tension, the latter fading when the truth of the whole affair is revealed.

After a few minutes, Leftie gives the order to release them and goes to another room to talk with Vincent, while Lonnie stays with Ruth, who begins to shamelessly flirt with the boy, and he seems to enjoy it. Finally, Y/N hesitantly approaches Rocco, who keeps his eyes on the floor as she helps him loosen the rope from his hands and feet.

"Please, i'm sorry. I know you probably hate me right now," she starts saying "but believe me, what I said all those times we were together was true."

When Rocco is freed from the ropes, he starts walking to his room, followed by Y/N, who rolls her eyes at his actions.

"Hate you? I think it's much worse," Rocco says, mockingly.

Y/N closes the bedroom door, feeling the comfort and familiarity of this space, a space she's been in many times before.

"Sorry, okay? But don't act like a saint and point your finger at me when you've also done reprehensible things." She faces him, and he looks at her, crossing his arms.

"I may kill and steal, but I don't play with people's feelings," Rocco says, approaching the girl until he's standing right in front of her.

Y/N bursts out laughing, unable to believe it.

"Oh, yeah? You feel calm and proud of that?" She chides him, feeling the heat of the moment. "Well, I'm sorry for being a worse person than you. I didn't know that lying and playing with people is much worse than killing."

Rocco laughs amused. "You don't know much, then."

"Oh, my bad! Teach me then, Mrs. I'm a criminal, but I've never played with people's emotions so that makes me a better person" she says in a mocking tone, bringing her face closer to his "Face it, would you? I said I'm sorry. Maybe I tricked you at first to get close to you, but you're no better than me either"

"Yeah, sure" he says in a low and mocking voice.

Y/N clenches her jaw.

"God, I can't believe I started to like you" she mumbles shaking her head "I could slap you right now, just because I can't stand being with you at the moment"

"Do it then" he says and chuckles "It wouldn't be so painful"

"I hate you"

"You weren't saying that when I was fucking you, uh"

"Asshole"

"Slut"

The distance between them shortens, and their mouths meet in a desperate kiss, their hands clutching each other's bodies. Rocco grabs Y/N by the waist, pulling her against his, and she tangles her fingers in his hair. Moans escape from their lips at the abrupt action, which only increase when Rocco massages the girl's butt and feels her rub herself against his thigh.

"God, that feels good," Rocco says, lowering his kisses to the girl's neck, who leans her head back to give him better access to the area of ​​her skin.

Rocco slides his hands down Y/N's thighs and lifts her up in his arms, allowing her to wrap her legs around his waist. She moves her hands to his gray sweater and begins to pull it off, then continues with his T-shirt, leaving him bare-chested. As she does so, he gently places her on the mattress of his bed, then moves away from her and removes her heels, kissing the inside of her calves and up to her thighs.

Y/N throws her head back on the pillows as she feels Rocco lift her skirt and begin kissing her pelvis over her panties.

"Rocco, please," she moans, closing her eyes.

Rocco smirks and looks up at her from his position.

"What's wrong, babe? Is it too much for you?" He clicks his tongue and begins to slowly pull her panties down her legs until they fall to the floor. "I thought you could hold it in a little longer, remember?"

"Fuck off" she laughs lightly and grabs the man's hair to bring him closer to where she needs him the most right now.

Rocco lets out a laugh and starts devouring the girl's pussy, as if there were no tomorrow. Reliving all those moments, days, and nights they spent exploring each other's bodies without a worry. They couldn't stop thinking about each other, and now that the truth had come out, it was no obstacle to continuing to feel what they felt for each other.

The girl holds his head with her thighs so he doesn't stop and pulls on his hair as she feels the wave of pleasure invading her lower region. The room fills with the sound of moans, licks, and incessant panting, as the temperature rises and neither of them seems willing to stop. They are surprised to realize that after a while of exploring each other's bodies and thrusting like animals, none of the rest of the people in the house have come to check on them.

But they didn't really care.

Not when they were about to cum.

"Oh, baby! I'm so close" she moans moving her hips on Rocco's dick to increase the pace and reach the desired climax.

The man grips his fingers on the skin of the girl's hips to guide her, and he moans shamelessly at the sensation.

"Me too, baby. Keep moving like that, just how I like it." he says in an agitated voice.

They're immersed in each other as their bodies move, causing the bed to rumble. Y/N feels a pleasurable pain in her cunt as she feels it's about to explode, so she moves more agilely at the same time as Rocco, who continues thrusting into her, watching as the girl's breasts bounce in front of him.

"Rocco, I'm.... fuck! I'm about to..." she gasps when Rocco's fingers starts toying the girl's clit to estimulate her enough to make her release all of her on his cock "Oh my god!"

"Oh God!" Rocco moans releasing all his warm cum inside of her.

"OH MY FUCKING GOD!"

They both turn to look at the door and find Lonnie staring at the scene in disgust, then covering his eyes with his hand. Y/N rolls her eyes and mentally curses him for interrupting the moment, while grabbing the sheets of the bed and covering her body with them. Rocco mutters a curse under his breath and pulls the girl closer to his body, trying to cover her as best he can.

"Don't you know how to knock asshole?" Rocco asks him in an angry tone.

"Oh, my bad! Are we gonna ignore the fact that I just saw you fucking my little sister like she was in need?" The black haired man says with sarcasm on his voice "For fuck's sake!"

Y/N shakes her head and sits on the bed, holding the sheets while Rocco does the same. Then, he puts his arm around her shoulder and pulls her towards him.

"What do you want?" his sister asks him feeling the embrace of Rocco's arms around her —making her feel shy and cared, and the thought itself makes her blush.

"I was gonna tell you we're ready to go, but you're clearly bussy, so..." he sighs still with his hand covering his eyes.

"Then that should be your cue to get out of here, man," the brunette says, sounding as if it were the most obvious thing.

Lonnie takes his hand off his eyes and gives him the middle finger, earning a mocking laugh from Rocco.

"Anyway," the dark-haired man sighs and looks at his sister. "Will you be okay here, sister?" Y/N turns her head to look at Rocco, who looks at her with a mixture of amusement and tenderness in his eyes, letting her know that everything will be okay.

She nods and bites her lip.

"Everything will be okay."

Y/N and Rocco lean in closer, and their lips meet in a kiss filled with warmth and emotions that envelop them and let them know how they feel about each other. But a certain person in the room makes a sound of disgust as if repulsed by the scene.

"Fuck off, guys!" Lonnie says, already tired of the pair of lovers. Rocco breaks away from the girl's lips and smirks at him.

"Close the door on your way out." Rocco gets on top of Y/N, whom laughs and shakes her head "You don't want to see how we love each other, do you?"

Lonnie slams the door and curses down the hall.

They both laugh, and Rocco continues kissing Y/N's lips as if there were no tomorrow. After a couple of minutes, he pulls away and looks deeply into her eyes.

"I'm sorry for what I said before," he apologizes in a low but sincere tone.

Y/N runs her fingers over the man's forehead and says: "Me too."

"I don't hate you," Rocco whispers without taking his eyes off of hers "When I said that it was worse than that, it's because I love you"

Y/N smiles and caresses his cheeks with tender. He takes her hand to hold it there and kisses the inside of it.

"Why's that worse?"

"Because I'm afraid I'll always gonna love you and I'll never let you go" he admits pouring his heart out.

The girl feels her heart race and her cheeks blush at the confession. It was the first time in her life that someone felt that way about her —and in such a short time. So it was understandable that the confession give her goosebumps and make her feel like she was on cloud nine.

"That fast, uh?"

He nods and smiles.

"I'm a sensitive guy after all, like my dad said" they both share a laugh.

She looks at him with a sparkle in her eyes.

"I love you too," she tells him with complete honesty. Rocco smiles and kisses her wrist again "I've never felt this way before, and I'd be lying if I said I feel it rushed. I'm scared, too, but with you..... I'd like to try."

Rocco nods his head.

"We'll try it together" he assures her.

"Fine by me"

Their lips connects and their hearts feels at sync at the moment.

"What do you say?" Y/N asks when they pull away from each other to breath "Round two to celebrate our new beginning?"

"Thought you'd never ask"

And they ruffle the sheets again, this time with the promise of starting their relationship over again, with a promising future ahead.

Full of surprises, love, and, well..... the uniqueness of their families.

[nymphie66]

"God Bless America"

Part Two

Part Three

Author's notes: This is my first fic on this blog, so wish me luck.

Soldier boy x f!reader; Warnings: Dark fic, we're ignoring the roe v wade turnover, mentions of abortion, mentions of sex, mentions of cheating.

Description: You fall pregnant with your team member (boyfriend) Soldier Boy's baby. He's obsessed with you and would love nothing more than to lock you down in a suburban home. Unfortunately, you're a modern woman and fed up of his whoring ways - and a supe at that. So instead of panicking when that test comes back positive you decide to remind Ben of what freedom America has granted you

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Five times he had called you, and five times you had hung up on him. The wind was blowing in your hair as you drove down the highway, pop tunes blasting as you sang your wretched little heart out to them. You drove a classic open-top chevy, something that only Vought money could buy, the only upside to them exploiting your powers. The positive pregnancy test was stuffed in your bag, and you smiled as you remembered taking a picture of it and sending it off. It had been 36 hours since you went MIA, though Vought didn't really care, they knew a certain someone would sort you out.

That certain someone was desperately trying to get ahold of you, after receiving the picture of your positive pregnancy test and the words "guess you'll have to break it to your whores that you are more fertile than you think"

The other women meant nothing, Ben had assured you, simple blips in his dedication to you. You understood, to begin with, that he was a man with a large appetite, and you didn't mind. Your relationship had blossomed on this mutual understanding, that each had insatiable desires that sometimes required external satisfiers. That was until a few months in when Ben had restricted that understanding. Asked you to be his and only his. Which you complied with, as long as he did the same. And he did- or at least he swore he did. And you believed him, because who wouldn't believe America's golden boy?

You were happy, genuinely happy. Lost in the belief of love and adoration until you called Ben's hotel room and another woman picked up. Though after her voice all you could hear was your beloved's harsh scolding of her for picking up and the sound of a body flying across the room. That's when you knew, when the belief broke, and to think you had the test right there in your hands, that you were daresay excited over your next chapter with him.

He had always told you, how good you would look with his baby, how nobody else was worthy of carrying his child. You used protection, even if he didn't and were never worried that his lustful promises would come true. But then they did, nothing is perfect after all.

You threw the phone across the room, your abilities causing it to smash through the bedroom wall and then the next one. A heart once filled with joy and love suddenly soured into hate and revenge.

That's when you sent the picture and the message, and quickly hopped into your car, speeding down the highway, screaming to whatever heartbreak anthem was playing, your phone incessantly ringing.

Eventually, after perhaps the tenth ring, you decided to pick up, and in a sickly sweet - yet slightly psychotic, voice you answered him.

"Hello, Ben, Honey, whatever is the matter?'

"Are you fucking out of your mind woman!? Why the hell weren't you picking up!?" He was pissed off and that only widened your smile.

"So sorry honey, I was just preoccupied, you know its not safe to use a phone whilst driving."

"Well you better be driving your ass over here, we have much to fucking talk about."

"I would hate to third wheel though, I mean it wouldn't be fair to- ha! do you even know her name?" There was a silence which confirmed your suspicions, at least he had maintained that they meant nothing to him. "Anyway, I have to go I'm almost at the clinic."

"Clinic? You're going to get a scan? I want to be there I want to-"

"A scan?" You laughed cruelly, eyes on the road as you overtook various civilians. "No, no Ben, I'm getting an abortion, honey."

"The fuck you are that is my child-"

"And my body! Isn't it amazing what women can do in the modern age? As much as you can whore out your body to any woman with a pulse, I can get mine sorted out by a lovely doctor with a warm smile." You wish you could be there to see his face, as his world crashed down around him just as yours had moments ago. You knew how badly he wanted a child, how badly he wanted a child with you, and you could take that all away from him. "Just a simple procedure and our chemical mishap can be erased. God bless America."

"If you even fucking step foot in that goddamn clinic I will make you regret the moment you ever even fucking spoke those fucking words to me." Ben threatened down the phone and you felt a chill go down your spine, he was more serious than you were. But the enjoyment you got from tormenting him, from hurting him like he had hurt you outweighed any form of sense and you decided to take it a step further.

"Ben you're so right. I won't step foot into a clinic I swear." You put an extra essence of dumb innocence into your words that continued into your next sentence, ignorant of Ben's sigh of relief over the phone. "I'll just go to another man's bed - a real man's, and have him fuck that baby out of me.``

You heard a crushing noise before the line went dead, and you laughed happily. In reality, you had no idea what you were going to do with the foetus, but you knew that first, you had to get a check on your health. Who knew what you and Ben had created, hopefully, nothing like homelander but you wanted to check. Which was what brought you to a nondescript hospital, in an average town, and checked in under the boring cover name Vought had given you for such a scenario - that of needing medical attention whilst laying low.

The lovely doctor with the predicted warm smile told you everything was fine and that you were 12 weeks along, close out of the danger zone but not too far gone that certain options were ruled out. You could do whatever you wanted.

You thanked her and as you gathered your belongings, you couldn't help but put a hand to your abdomen. The thought of life inside you wasn't as repulsive as previously thought, in fact, the more you thought about it the more you assured yourself that you could handle a baby, Ben's involvement or not. You were going to keep the child - but he didn't know that.

Which is why when you left the hospital, you felt a sudden arm around your waist and cuffs placed on your wrists - power subduing ones, and you were quickly shoved into the back of the van. The encounter lasting no more than 20 seconds.

When you managed to look up at your assailant you weren't surprised to see him, Ben. His hair was ragged, his suit had evidently been hastily put on and his eyes were wild. It was one of the few times you actually found yourself scared of him.

You scampered to the back of the van, until your back hit its cool metal walls and there was nowhere else to go. Ben chuckled, darkly as he approached you, a lopsided grin on his face.

"I knew you wouldn't baby, I knew it." He said though it was more reassurance to himself than anything. You looked up at him with a fury, unwilling to submit to his arrogance.

"I still can Ben-" Your words were quickly cut off by his gloved grip around your neck as he hoisted you upwards towards him. You choked and pried at his hand, but it was no use. He was much, much stronger than you.

"It's cute that you think you have the privilege of free will in this situation." He laughed and he relaxed his grip on your neck, not enough for you to be comfortable but enough that his grip would still leave a mark. He jerked you closer towards him, your foreheads resting against each other. "I know I've been bad, baby, I do. And I'm sorry - you hear that? I'm fucking sorry. But I'm here now. Here for you, and for them."

With that, he placed his free hand on your stomach and looked down as he did it. A genuine smile on his face. You continued to struggle but you really were no match for him, not when you were like this. He looked at you and you tried not to recoil at his evident pride and satisfaction that he had you, right where he wanted you.

"We're going to have a happy family, baby. Just you wait."

[lesbianpepsi]

Sweet Revenge in the Garage

pairing: Amber Freeman x fem!reader

request: Amber and reader recreate the infamous Tatum garage scene

words: 1.619k

warnings: mentions of murders, swearing, my writing

authors note: rip Tatum, you would've loved tiktok

“I’ll be right back.” You whispered into Liv’s ear as you stood up from the couch, Liv nodded her head wordlessly as her eyes stayed fixated on the horror movie playing on the Tv. Everybody’s eyes didn’t even glance towards you leaving the living room as they all stayed focused on the original Halloween playing. 

You sighed as you walked through Amber’s crowded house heading towards the garage where Amber kept her good beer. Reaching the door to enter the garage you glanced down the hallway to see there weren't many people there except a few horny teens making out. 

Opening the door you took a step inside as you blindly rubbed your hand against the wall until you felt the switch for the garage, you flicked it on which granted you light and a low buzzing noise coming from the bulb. 

You took a few steps forward before glancing back at the door which was still wide open, you sighed as you strolled over to the fridge. Lowering yourself you opened the door and grabbed two beers, one in each hand. 

Without any warning you heard a loud crash from behind you, you jumped at the sudden loud noise as you turned around. You saw a pile of random gardening tools had been knocked onto the floor. 

You froze as you stared at the mess. Just then you heard a loud meow and a ginger cat rush past you, heading towards the kitty door in the garage door. You rolled your eyes as you kicked the fridge door shut. 

“Fucking Stu.” You grumbled under your breath as you headed back towards the door. Skillfully you shuffled the beer from your right hand into your left one as you wrapped your fingers around the doorknob, you tried to unlock it but to no avail. 

Your eyebrows furrowed as you attempted to open the door with more force this time. As you twisted the knob the light suddenly switched off. In record time you turned around to see if there was anyone behind you. 

Nobody was there. 

Fed up with whoever was clearly trying to play a prank on you, you pounded on the door twice. “Hey shitheads!” You yelled, leaning your weight against the door as you tried to listen in for any laughter behind it. It was silent.

“Hello?” You tried again but nobody said anything. 

You clenched your jaw as you flicked the switch for the light and the one for the garage door below it. The sound of the old garage door rumbled through the dimly lit garage as it slowly opened. 

Walking towards it, it had managed to reach halfway opened before it suddenly stopped. You stopped for a second before you shook your head, bending down to leave through it. As your back connected with the end of the garage door you felt it move back down, your eyes widened as you stepped hastily from under the door to escape from being crushed. 

You turned around as your eyes naturally flickered back over to the door, but this time it was different. You cocked your head to the side as you saw someone in a Ghostface costume blocking the door, their hand outstretched for the garage door switch. 

They slowly lowered their hand as you squinted your eyes confused. “Mindy? Is that you?” They shook their head slowly. 

You scoffed as you walked over to the person in the costume, an amused look on your face. “What movie is this scene from then? ‘Sweet Revenge in the Garage’?” You said mockingly as you walked up closer to the person until you were only centimetres away. 

Since the person was standing on the second step they had a height advantage over you. Looking up at the person you scoffed as you tried to push past them. “Lose the outfit. If Chad would see it, he’d flip.” 

The person behind the Ghostface mask leaned over to where you were trying to move through, once again shaking their head slowly. As your annoyance reached its peak you looked at the person. 

“Oh, want to play psycho killer?”  You teased as the person nodded their head much more eagerly than their previous shakes. “Can I be the helpless victim?” You asked as you smiled sweetly up at them. They nodded their head as they glowered down at you. 

You fought a laugh as you gave the most pleading look on your face, it breaking as you spoke as you tried to refrain yourself from laughing. “Okay, let's see.” Biting at your bottom lip momentarily you relaxed your features as you faked a look of pure terror on your face. 

“No! Please don’t kill me, mister Ghostface, I want to be in the sequel.” You pleaded with fake innocence as you gazed up at the Ghostface mask. 

The longer you stared up at the mask the harder it was for you not to crack a smile. Ghostfaice raised their gloved hand to their mask and placed a finger under the mask's chin to feign that he was thinking. At that you let out a chuckle as you took a step back, smiling up at Ghostface who’d dropped their hand as they stared at you in shock .

“Did that get your dick wet, Amber?” You teased playfully as you leaned to the side to put down the two beer bottles on the counter. The person in the costume, who was obviously Amber, froze as they stared at you. You cocked your head to the side as you smirked. 

A gravelly sounding laugh came from behind the mask as they took two steps down until they stood directly in front of you. “If I had a dick then it definitely would’ve.” Amber remarked as she raised her gloved hand behind her mask, switching the voice changer off. 

“What do you think of the costume? This is the first time you’re seeing me wear it, isn’t it?” You nodded your head as you placed a hand on Amber’s chest, looking up at her still hiding behind the Ghostface mask. “I’d say you look weirdly hot.” You whispered playfully to which Amber let out a dry laugh. She leaned down as she rubbed the mask against your face, you giggled at the cold texture on your skin. “Is that your way of wanting a kiss you asked?” You asked which Amber nodded her head at. 

You smirked as you leaned closer to Amber and pressed your lips near the top of the black mouth where it was completely smooth and white, you stayed like that for a few seconds before you pulled away. Your red lipstick had left a stain on the white mask that made you beam with smugness. 

“Okay, seriously now, did I scare you?” Amber asked hopefully, her voice becoming a bit more high pitched from joy. You couldn’t help but smile softly at your girlfriend's excitement. You debated whether you should lie or not since technically it was Stu - Amber’s cat- that scared you, not Amber. 

You sighed as you nodded your head. “Yeah you did scare me.” Amber squealed as she gave a small jump, she clapped her hands together with excitement looking like an overjoyed seal clapping. 

You laughed as you placed your hands on Amber’s shoulder to calm her down, smiling up at her. “As much as I love how excited you are, remember to stay focused.” She nodded her head vigorously, you gave a slow appreciative nod back. “Good. Now who do you want me to get here? Chad, Mindy or Liv?” 

“Liv. Mindy won’t come to the garage but Liv will without hesitation.” She replied to your question with ease, her tone still excited. “I really hope I can kill her with the garage door just like they did in the original.” 

You chuckled as you went to grab the two beer bottles from the counter. “Me too, that would be pretty fucking cool.” 

“I know right! I’d be just like Billy when he killed Tatum in this very garage.” Amber beamed as her gloved hand went back behind to fiddle behind her mask, most probably putting the voice changer back on. 

You furrowed your eyebrows as you grabbed the now slightly warm beer bottles. “I thought it was Stu?” Amber shrugged her shoulders as she leaned against the wall, taking out the Buck 120 Hunting Knife from her boot, playing with the blade. 

“There’s a lot of theories on who it was but from what I’ve seen on reddit most think it’s Billy since when he appears at Stu’s house he gives him a nod and it’s right after Tatum’s death, probably signalling to him that the job is done.” 

“You’re such a Stab nerd.” You teased as you walked up the two steps to open the garage door, the loud garage door slowly started to lift itself up. “I’m not a Stab nerd.” Amber defended in the Ghostface voice. 

You gave her a ��are you being serious’ look as you walked towards the now fully lifted garage door. “You literally use reddit to talk about theories and who’s the best Ghostface.” Amber rolled her eyes under the mask as she stayed silent, she couldn’t argue with that. 

You let out a weak laugh as you walked out of the garage and into the open, turning back to look at Amber who was walking over to the dark corner of the garage. “Have fun.” You said as you gave her a little wave. 

You watched as Ghostface raised their hand holding the knife as she shook it side to side mimicking a wave, a lipstick kiss mark still on the mask. 

[billwidoll]

Author's Notes: This is the simplest and cutest story I've ever done, Warnings: Loneliness and heartbreak

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Our love is like an eclipse

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It was summer on the Outer Banks and it was also the hottest day of the year. Everyone was at the beach or the pool, but unfortunately you were in the kitchen working like a slave. You worked at the rich people's restaurant, you hated working there, but you were humiliated a lot by your ex-boyfriend, Rafe Cameron.

He was Prince Kook, he commanded and dismantled anyone, and you left him because he was very possessive and jealous of you. And his favorite revenge was going to the restaurant he worked at And treat you like a maid, and you've had enough of that

"Y/N! Table 8 has a Whiskey without ice!" Your chef yells at you, and you roll your eyes but go hand over the glass of whiskey

Arriving close to table eight, you saw him, Rafe, 'of course it was him ordering the glass of whiskey' you thought

"Excuse me, sir, here's your Glass of Whiskey with ice" You say, forcing a smile and giving the glass to Rafe

"Oh...see, my girlfriend pouring me a glass of whiskey" Rafe says with a disgusting smile on his face

"I'm not your girlfriend anymore Rafe, I broke up with you, you idiot" you say, raising your voice a little

Rafe was still smiling 'he was a demon' When you were about to leave Rafe calls you again

"today there will be the eclipse princess, I reserved a perfect place to see it, if you want to go.."

Rafe was inviting you to see the eclipse, he knew you liked that science and planet stuff

"no Rafe, ask those whores to go in my place" you say without looking at him, you wanted to go but you didn't trust Rafe

"No my love, you are the only one, yes you will!" Rafe speaks making you take a deep breath

"Okay Rafe, I accept, but without any grace, do you hear me?" You speak rigidly and finally leave the place

You accepted, because you knew Rafe wouldn't leave you alone. So you accepted

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It was late, and there were 10 minutes left before the eclipse appeared, and Rafe was already in the place he had reserved. And he was impatient that you hadn't arrived yet, and he thought you might have Gave up on him again.

But that changed when you showed up at the place Rafe asked you to show up at. And you were beautiful and light, but your face was confused

You came across Rafe surrounded by flowers and candles, and the place had no one, for a moment you thought about running away, but you had butterflies in your stomach

"hello...did I exaggerate?" Rafe asks with a shy look and that makes you tense.

"What Exaggerated Exactly?" You say, furrowing your eyebrows.

"Look, I want to be very sincere and direct, this is my redemption for you"

Rafe speaks a little stuttered and with a shaky voice

"Rafe....our relationship..." You try to speak, but Rafe interrupts you

"No, I made mistakes in the past, and when you broke up with me, I thought it would be normal, but I couldn't stop thinking about you, much less smelling you on my blanket" Rafe says and that makes the Your heart flutters and races

"I was just going to that restaurant, to see you and I despised you to hear your voice, but I knew that otherwise you would treat me formally"

Rafe takes your hand and softens it, waiting for you to react.

"you hurt me... you broke my heart... but I still love you, you idiot" you say, grabbing his neck and attacking him in a sweet, soft and addictive kiss.

And when the kiss happens, you feel the sun and moon forming, meaning the eclipse was happening. And that makes you two stop kissing for a while, and look up seeing the radiant and beautiful phenomenon

"I love you Y/N" Rafe says looking at you and smiling

"I love you too Rafe..." you say kissing him again

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[ro-is-struggling]

Hello Hello & Congratulations

Recently gotten back into some Bucky feels & wanted to ask for him with lyric prompt 2 please! Made myself laugh with a friends to lovers idea where you're cooking for Sam & Buck & Sam slides a magnet into your back pocket cause obviously he's the best wingman (& tired of the pinning). Then I found comic panels with Buck & a little white cat & if that's Alpine!! & that first show prompt is open... Don't want to over ask but just know if it's down to the wire & no one asks for it...someone asked for it >.> Thanks for reading and stay hydrated!

Hi beautiful! Thank you so much for participating in the celebration and I’m so sorry it took me so long to post this! I LOVED this prompt and the little twist you gave it so much I wrote this in like a few hours. It’s short and sweet, I hope you like it💜💜💜

More Than Friends || Bucky Barnes x Reader

Summary: Sam is tired of always getting caught in the middle of the flirting and nervous glances you and Bucky subject him to every time you're in the same room, so he comes up with a plan to give you two the little push you so desperately need to confess your feelings —and laugh at you along the way.

Warnings: set somewhere after civil war where team cap is on the run together, mutual pining, friends to lovers, fluff, humor, Sam being tired of your shit 

English is not my first language

Word count: 2000

Notes: I'm pretty sure this one is gender neutral? but I wrote it with a fem reader in mind so I'll tag it like that just in case some description slipped my tired brain while editing

This fic is part of my 600 followers celeration

Sam was tired of watching you and Bucky dance around the feelings you two clearly had for each other. Sometimes he thought you were doing it on purpose, like some kind of elaborate prank to torture him as revenge for the times he made fun of you. It was the only logical explanation he could find for your attitude. Otherwise he didn't understand why you would continually refuse to face the obvious. You were in love and everyone seemed to see it but you.

Life on the run was torture when he was stuck with the two of you. Watching you two get flustered from being crammed in the back seat of the car, Sam really thought that maybe he should have taken the Clint and Scott route and made a deal with the authorities. Home detention sounded so much better compared to the heavy tension in the air that seemed to follow you everywhere. On particularly bad days - like that time a man flirted with you in a bar and Bucky was in a bad mood all day - even traditional jail seemed like paradise in comparison. 

Sam had tried everything to help you. He used to leave you alone on missions, put you in the same hotel room under the pretense that they had no more rooms, even made you sit together in the back of the car when you traveled. But despite all his efforts, you were no closer to facing your feelings than when he started. Even his subtle comments and pep talks didn't help. Every time he even dared to bring up your feelings, you acted confused and dismissed his words. He had tried it with Bucky and with you separately and you both had had almost the same response, which only proved Sam's point. 

The rest of the team was tired of you too, but since they didn't have to spend half as much time as he usually did stuck with you, they didn't care. Wanda would disappear from time to time to see Vision, and Steve and Natasha were usually together in their own little world, figuring out what the next step would be. Which left him stuck with Bucky, you and the unbearable tension in the air. That's why no one understood his suffering and therefore no one was willing to help him. 

Steve and Nat had told him that he should give you time, that eventually you would figure out your feelings and everything would get better. But Sam was beginning to think that would never happen. You had been dancing around each other since the day you met and showed no signs of changing. He had done everything he could to help you in subtle ways —talking to you privately or creating certain situations without your knowledge— all so as not to expose you and embarrass you, but apparently that was exactly what you needed, for something to expose your feelings and force you to confront them. And he had the perfect idea.

It came to him suddenly as he watched the two of you struggling to get comfortable in the back seat of the car. It was way too small a model, clearly not meant to comfortably transport a super soldier, so Bucky ended up taking up more than half the seat. Sam watched as he fiddled nervously with his hands, adjusting his position every five minutes to make sure his legs didn't accidentally brush yours. And as the sunlight beamed on his metal arm, Sam chuckled to himself at the thought that maybe next time he should give you pants made of magnets just to annoy Bucky. 

It was like a light switched on in his head. It was the perfect way to get back at you while helping you deal with your feelings. A hilarious idea all around that made Sam proud of his creativity. It wasn't hard to execute either, he just bought some magnets and waited for you to leave the bag with your belongings unattended to slip them into the back pocket of one of your pants. 

Not knowing when you would end up wearing said article of clothing added a layer of spontaneity to the situation. Even Sam had forgotten which pants he had chosen and when he saw you emerge from your room in the morning he didn't even realize his plan had been set in motion.

It was the first time in a long time that you hadn't slept in a crappy motel. Thanks to an old contact of Natasha's, you were able to stay in a safe house that had several rooms, good water pressure and a large kitchen. It wasn't the Avengers compound, but it was much better than the places you'd become accustomed to living. So, to celebrate you decided to prepare breakfast for the whole team.

You didn't let anyone help you, the very idea of someone else hanging around the kitchen while you worked on the pancakes made you anxious. You weren't a great cook by any means, but you found it easier and more relaxing to work when you had total control of the kitchen. So you sent everyone to wait elsewhere while you finished cooking. Steve opted to go out for his morning run and Natasha went back to bed, mumbling something about being woken up when there was food on the table. That left you with Sam, who settled down at the kitchen island with a glass of water to chat and keep you company. And not long after, Bucky popped his head through the door frame.

"Bucky! Just the guy I needed right now!" you said with a smile as you saw him enter the kitchen, dragging his feet as he rubbed his eyes to shake off the sleep. "Breakfast is almost ready, could you get the plates from the cabinet, please?"

Sam didn't think much of it, only that he would have to prepare himself for a morning of uncomfortable looks and flushed cheeks since you were in Bucky's way and to help you he would undoubtedly have to get closer to you than he seemed to be able to handle normally. Sam didn't remember his little joke until he felt the unexpected gasp you let out when Bucky's metal hand made contact with your backside as he reached behind you for the cabinet. He nearly choked on his water, laughter getting stuck in his throat as he watched Bucky panic, not understanding what had happened.

"I-I didn't... I mean, I'm sorry, I..." The super soldier tried hard to form a coherent sentence, but his mind was short-circuiting and his cheeks were turning a vivid shade of pink as he pulled his hand away from your body with difficulty. There was an inexplicable pull that drew him to you, making his metal arm move of its own accord, seeking to cling to you again. Bucky had to take a few steps back from you to make sure that didn't happen again. 

"Well, the cat is out of the bag. Finally!" Sam exclaimed with a mischievous grin that told Bucky everything he needed to know. "Although to be honest, I was hoping you'd find a more subtle way to confess your feelings, Buck. Or at least do it in private."

"You did this?" Bucky asked, though he already knew the answer. Sam simply let out a long laugh as he rose from his seat and disappeared out the kitchen door. "You're dead, Wilson!"

“What is he talking about?”

The sound of your voice snapped Bucky out of his angry state, his gaze softening as it settled on your confused expression. The urge to murder Sam faded as he panicked, searching for an answer to give you. This wasn't the way he would have liked to confess his feelings for you, but he couldn't lie to you either-Sam had made sure of that.

"I..." Bucky hesitated, having trouble finding the courage to tell you the truth. He could hardly remember when he had last been in that position of vulnerability, having to search for the right words to express feelings he didn't know how to describe. He was rusty, the skills and confidence that characterized his younger self had been buried in the past and now he had no idea what to say to you.

"Yes?" You spoke as he fell silent, looking up at him with glittering eyes waiting to hear that thing you'd been dreaming of since the moment you two met.

Bucky sighed, defeated. "I like you, doll, like more than just a friend." He said finally, cringing at his poor choice of words. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean for you to find out this way. It's just that Sam figured it out and has been pressuring me to talk to you about it and I guess he got tired of waiting and did all this to fuck with me."

Bucky was rambling, talking at a speed that was not normal for him. He was also having trouble making eye contact with you, his eyes looking at everything but you. You'd never seen him this... nervous. He was nervous. His cheeks turned a darker shade of pink with each passing second and he spoke so fast that his tongue threatened to get stuck halfway through each word. He was so adorable that you couldn't help but let out a giggle.

"I'm glad that he did." It took Bucky a few seconds to process your words, his flustered expression slowly morphing into a frown of confusion.

"What?" he muttered and you smiled. 

Reaching into your back pocket, you pulled the magnet out. It rested flat in the palm of your hand as you got closer to Bucky. In an instant, his metal hand was on top of yours, cold against the soft, warm skin. You intertwined your fingers with his, your smile widening as he copied your movements.

"I might have to thank him later because, you see, I kinda like you too. And I've been trying to do something about it for so long but I just couldn't, so Sam kinda saved me there cause I was starting to lose it." You let out a chuckle and Bucky joined you, completely understanding the sentiment.

The room fell silent, but it wasn't awkward or uncomfortable like other times. Although you could still feel the tension in the air as Brucky's gaze traveled from your eyes to your joined hands, lingering on your lips for longer than necessary. He took a step toward you and your breath caught in your throat, your insides vibrating with anticipation.

"Can I kiss you?" His voice was a soft whisper. His warm breath collided against the sensitive skin of your face as he rested his forehead on yours, looking up at you through his eyelashes with a hint of desperation. He was waiting for your consent, needing to hear it from your voice before proceeding.

"Please." It was all you could say before Bucky's lips crashed against yours.

It was a soft, slow kiss. Bucky's lips moved with torturous sensuality over yours, a gentle brush that barely satiated your need for him. But despite that, you let him guide the kiss to ensure his comfort. Bucky wasn't usually comfortable with physical contact —not after all he'd been through— and you knew this was a big step for him. So you embraced the softness of his kisses, quieting that voice in your mind that was screaming for you to grab his face and intensify it. It was tempting, yes, but you would have time for that.

Bucky didn't pull away from you immediately when you broke the kiss. He kept his forehead pressed against yours as his flesh hand traveled upward to caress your cheek. He looked at you with complete adoration, his fingers gently stroking your skin, as if he couldn't believe what was happening, as if he was afraid of being too rough and breaking the fantasy into a thousand pieces. Then he let out a chuckle and a smile broke out on your face as you heard such a sweet melody.

"What is it?"

"Nothing, is just that... Sam is never gonna let this go."

[thlayli-ra]

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Hello Anon!

🥤 - Recommend an author or fanfic you love;

First one that immediately comes to mine is the wonderful @stripeydani and their incredible fic Ginger and Lime which they wrote for me! It's so hot!!! And I absolutely adored their characterisation of LA Knight - he's such a wonderfully cocky little sub who'll willingly be taken down a peg or two. Everybody, please go read and tell Dani how amazing they are!

I have also currently obsessed by Dastiel4ever's fic Simply for Fun but Certainly not for Revenge - it's just good old fashioned whump! A bunch of wrestlers get kidnapped and tormented - it's all I need in life! Especially when all of my favs are involved! 😈

🔪 - What's the weirdest topic you've researched for a writing project?

Recently, it was German dog commands (tee hee) but I've also had to research what medieval people eat for breakfast - fun fact, they don't!

🪲 - Add 50 words to your current wip and share the paragraph here;

Ok dokey, here's a tiny snippet I've just added to the epilogue of Stray:

Punk was staring out the coffee shop window, chewing on his thumbnail when Joe came back from the counter with their order; two large cups of coffee and a piece of pie. 'This to share?' Punk's eyes lit up at the sweet treat.

'Course not,' Joe shook his head wryly. 'It's all yours. A little 'farewell treat' from me.'

🐝 - tag your biggest supporter(s) and say one nice thing about them;

AAGHH!!! I have soooo many!!!! But here goes!

@selamat-linting - the only blog I regularly stalk for updates because he always posts interesting things. My fellow PDS sufferer and vampire au appreciator, her comments fill my life with so much joy!

@stripeydani - hello again Dani! I reckon we would be great friends irl and go to wrestling shows together and wax lyrical about our respective favs and what we're currently writing about them!

@seasonal-depression-of-punk - I adore your art, your fics, your twisted mind! I always love it when you reblog from me with your affectionate ramblings

@d-lanx - A looooongtime sufferer of PDS - I salute you and always enjoy your Punk post-dumps!

@blowflyfag - All of my fellow Yeah! girlies (ng) mean so much to me, but you're probably my favourite!

@elementaldoughnut12 - my own little magpie, leaving me shiny gifts in my inbox every day. Your fics inspire me so much (I want to draw something for all of them and I will one day!)

@afterdarkprincess - I just fucking love your Punkintyre fics so damn much!!!!!!!!!!! So!!!! Damn!!!!! Much!!!!!!!!

@tache-noire - Most of the time you just scream at my posts and I will never not appreciate it! ❤️

I'm positive I'm missing a whole bunch of you (there's also the mutuals I'm a little in awe of and intimidated by because they're so cool - looking at you @dilf-in-peril @pepsi-maxwell @realworldchamp and @are-we-really-doing-this )

And, of course, the lurkers who go on 'like-and-reblog' sprees, so that I wake up in the morning to dozens of notifications, including but not limited to; @ramblingenzyme @xxrabiesxx @milesworld96 @wammbam @unrealunearth honestly there's too many to name but please know I appreciate you all! 😘

[ciricesjuno]

get to know me !

hello! i wanted to write a little blurb to help you figure out if this is ur kind of page!

account info

i am pro-palestine before anything !! i will be reposting and spreading information before anything!!! i urge you to do the same!! plz stay informed and aware

i plan on writing x readers for arcane so PLZ send in requests; aus, swaps, song lyrics, i do not care

i’ll be engaging with media that is not just x-readers

nsfw content is not an issue (nudity, smoking, drinking, etc)

will write romance for mostly anyone except for minors/characters whose age is unconfirmed

i will likely only be doing hcs/oneshots/drabbles, as im still learning more about the show and have lots of ideas cooking

always looking for moots

mdni on nsfw pieces especially 🙏

feel free to drop thirsts/concepts/etc even if u dont want a whole fic; if u want to geek out i would also love to

get to know the author

new to arcane but loving the ladies 😼

u can refer to me by handle or nickname, i dont care, just dont be rude or weird :p

interests: ghost (band), pinterest, aus, concerts, short n sweet aesthetic, forensics, rocky horror picture show, burlesque, horror movies, mamma mia, a good revenge fantasy after dinner

dislikes: pretty run of the mill, but ill use this space to make it known that discrimination/ cruelty have no home here and theres no true freedom until the people of palestine, sudan, congo, etc are free 🙅

summary!

feel free to send in reqs, especially for au’s; i am a sucker for tropes and i have so many ideas 👹

feel free to be a lil weird (;D) but don’t be harmful, invasive or judgmental

annnd overall i hope you have a great time going through my page :))

[coeluvr]

Hello author! Just played the update! It was soo great, I can't really wait for more, your writing is soo awesome, the story is soo f good. And Luceris x Mc interactions has me going nuts, really!! I love when mc calls Luceris husband just to mess with him, when they say it sickly sweet is even better! And and I love Helios, really, but mc deserves a revenge, poor Helios

Thank you for your kind words, anon! 💗

Everyone seems to love the scenes with Luceris lmao the extra snark and sass in them are really pulling in the people. 😭😭

Poor baby Helios stuck in the middle. 😔

[twinkletoeskc]

Untitled Marauders Fanfic Ch.2

Link to Ch.1

Summary: Arden grapples with the events of last night weighing the benefits of keeping Remus’s secret or seeking revenge for her new scars.

Heavy enemies to lovers trope, multiple relationships, multiple POVs, found family, toxic relationships, abusive families

Ships: James Potter x O/C, Remus Lupin x O/C, Sirius Black x O/C

Warnings: potential blackmail, mentions of past violence, one apologetic, awkward werewolf.

A/N: hello, thank you all for liking/commenting it’s much appreciated. Me and my friend (the author) are both very excited about this story and the feedback we’ve received!

Tag: @c3lestee , this chapter may give you a hint of a sweet to be ship ;)

O/C character moodboard:

Untitled Fanfic Ch. 2

There’s someone sitting beside her bed in the hospital wing when she wakes up the next morning. 

 Her vision is blurry, but at least her face doesn’t hurt anymore. She raises a hand to her eye, feeling the raised scar left behind from the attack. 

She sits up in bed, eying the figure slumped in the chair beside her. His arms are crossed over his chest, his head tilted back in sleep. He looks awful; he has scratches covering his face and neck and the bags under his eyes are noticeably blue with exhaustion. She doesn’t know who it is, but he doesn’t look peaceful when he sleeps. 

“He came in right after breakfast this morning.” Madam Pomfrey says, coming to her bed with a glass of water. She accepts the water gratefully, relishing the feeling of the cool liquid on her dry throat. “Been here for hours waiting on you,” her eyes wander over the boy with a look of vague disapproval, “I normally don’t allow visitors after attacks like these, but he was very insistent, and, well, he did have a note from Dumbledore…” 

“What time is it?” Arden asks, her voice hoarse. “One o’clock,” Madam Pomfrey answers, gripping Arden underneath her chin to get a good look at her face. She tuts under her breath, “Werewolf scratches… tricky things. I did all I could, but I’m afraid that will leave a scar my dear.”

The chair creaks beside her bed, and the noise startles her. 

Remus pauses apologetically, his hair standing at odd angles as he sits up in his chair. 

Arden’s eyes widen, her body jerking as she tries to get to him, “You!” She exclaims, attempting to kick off the thick layers of quilts and blankets to wrap her hands around the boy’s throat. 

“Miss Wilkes!” Madam Pomfrey cries, struggling to restrain her. She fights desperately trying to claw her way to the boy before her. Remus stands up from his chair, taking a step back. 

“I’m sorry!” He says over the sounds of her swearing and struggling, his hands raised in surrender. He clutches a bundle of flowers in his left hand; it looks like he picked them himself. “I—I thought, maybe—” 

“Are you mad? You’re the one who did this to me you bloody—” 

“That is enough!” Madam Pomfrey exclaims, pushing Arden back down on the bed by her shoulders. “I am not above magically restraining you, young lady.” She says sternly. 

Arden swears under her breath, shaking off Madam Pomfrey’s grip. The healer points a warning finger at her, and Arden finally gives in. “Fine! I’ll behave.” 

Madam Pomfrey nods, turning to Remus who is eyeing Arden nervously, pink with embarrassment. “Mr. Lupin, I am very sorry, but I am afraid I am going to have to ask you to leave.” Remus shakes his head, depositing the flowers on the nightstand beside Arden’s head. “No, I’m sorry. I’ll just leave these here and uh…” he meets Arden’s scathing glare for half a second before looking away, “Um,  yeah…” 

He makes his way out of the hospital wing quickly, not looking back. 

Madam Pomfrey huffs, shaking her head and aggressively tucking the quilt back around Arden’s body. “And this is why I do not allow visitors! You are in a fragile state and the last thing you need is—” She continues to gripe under her breath while she soothes the bedsheets, refills Arden’s water glass, and fluffs the pillow behind her head. Arden tunes her out, her blood thrumming in her ears with anger and astonishment as she looks at the wilting flowers on the nightstand. 

Flowers, she thinks to herself. He brought me bloody flowers. 

She stays in the hospital wing until dinner that evening, effectively missing the first classes of the term. She showers and changes before making her way to the Great Hall. She can see that the meal has already begun when the doors open before her. News of the attack circulated in her absence, and several students look up from their food to look at her as she makes her way between the tables. 

She ignores them, only meeting the eye of the Hufflepuff girl from the night before who looks at her sympathetically, giving her a small thumbs up that she supposes is intended to be a sign of encouragement. 

She takes a seat at the Slytherin table, starving after her stay in the hospital wing. She reaches a hand for a dinner roll, but the plate is snatched away before she can reach it. She clenches her jaw, glaring in the direction of the thief just to meet the amused eyes of Regulus Black. 

“You’ve had quite the interesting start of term, I’ve heard.” He says, taking a roll and taking a bite out of it. She rolls her eyes, stealing the plate from him. “Please, enlighten me on exactly what you’ve heard.” 

He grins sideways at her, throwing himself into a harrowing tale of three girls lost in the forbidden forest for the night forced to fight off giants and centaurs. 

“And werewolves as well, clearly.” He says, nodding to the fresh scar. She snorts, taking a sip of pumpkin juice. “Where did you hear all of this?” 

He shrugs, “Here and there. Is it true, then?” 

She takes a bite out of a chicken leg, shaking her head. “Hardly.” 

“Pity,” He yawns, running a hand through his thick black hair. Sometimes it strikes her how much he and Sirius truly resemble each other. “You tell me your story, then.” 

She tells him of her romp in the forbidden forest, how she followed Kalliope Black, how they found the Hufflepuff girl, about his brother’s sudden appearance, and, finally, about the werewolf attack. Regulus sits in rapt silence the entire time, a soup spoon halted in midair as he listens to her in fascination. 

“You sure it was a werewolf?” He asks. She looks at him plainly, “Positive.”

“Amazing,” He breaths, sitting back in his chair and crossing his arms over his chest. She rolls her eyes, pushing her plate away from her now that she’s had her fill. “Yes. Quite.” 

“You know, there is one more thing I heard…” He starts, a devilish glint in his eye. She raises an eyebrow, “Which is…?” 

“I heard that the potential werewolf in question is none other than my brother’s detestable companion. What’s his name? Laughlin? Louison?” 

“Lupin?” She offers. 

He snaps, “That’s the one.” He leans closer to her, his expression hungry for information, “So, is he?” 

She scoffs, smiling softly. 

She had every intention of answering him honestly. Why wouldn’t she? What purpose would it serve her to protect the identity of a boy who nearly clawed her eye out the night before. But as she looks across the Great Hall, she sees him sitting in between Sirius and James Potter. He looks exhausted being jostled around by the two boys on his sides as they joke and roughhouse. He looks about a foot away from death’s door, but he still smiles faintly at something Sirius said, wincing as his friend claps him good-naturedly on the shoulder. 

She was going to tell Regulus the truth, but then she remembers the flowers, the delicate yellow daisies he picked himself and waited for hours to give to her in person when she regained consciousness. 

And, in that moment, she couldn’t tell him the truth. 

“I don’t think so,” she answers. “Dumbledore, even as daft as he is, wouldn’t knowingly let a werewolf attend Hogwarts, would he?” 

Regulus puffs a breath of air through his nose, disappointed, “You certainly have more faith in him than I do.

…

Despite lying in the hospital wing all day, she was exhausted by the time dinner was over, and knowing the amount of homework she would be assigned in order to catch up only fatigued her further. 

She hides a yawn behind her hand, lagging behind the rest of the Slytherins as they file out of the Great Hall. 

Someone stumbles into her from behind, nearly sending her onto the stone floor. They catch her with a firm grip on her wrist, and she turns on them with an inflamed glare as she regains her balance. 

“What the ruddy fuck—” She starts, only to look up into the horrified face of Remus Lupin. Beyond him she can see the other three of his quartet sniggering as they escape around a corner. 

“God, I’m sorry. Again. Shit.” He runs a nervous hand through his mousy, untamed hair. His eyes roam her face, landing on the scar cutting through her left eye with an apologetic wince. “God…” he says again, under his breath. 

“Gruesome, isn’t it?” She remarks sarcastically, “Pomfrey said she did everything she could, but werewolf scratches are tricky.” 

She spits the words with venom, and he gives her the desired response, flinching away from the word ‘werewolf’ as if she had reared back to slap him. 

“I’m really sorry…” He says, looking down at their feet. 

She snorts, “As you should be. The death of my good looks is on your hands.” 

“Ah, I don’t know about that…” He starts, trailing off as he meets her disbelieving gaze. “Er, I mean—” 

She takes a step back from him, her lips curling in disgust. “Fuck off,” she says, and he takes a step back from her, wounded. “And be grateful I haven’t let your dirty little secret slip to the whole school.” 

His eyes widen, and he heaves a relieved sigh, a visible weight lifting from his shoulders, “Thank—” 

“Don’t thank me,” she snaps, “Remember, I know what you are. You owe me.” 

His brows furrow in worry, his mouth going slack. She looks him over one more time, a picture of exhausted dishevelment, and turns to leave. 

“Wait!” He calls, and she pauses, turning to meet his eye. 

“You—you won’t really tell, right?” 

She smiles, shrugging a shoulder before turning and making her way to the common room, desperately eager for her bed, “We’ll see.”

The common room is loud when she finally makes it to the dungeons of Hogwarts. The fire is roaring despite the heat outside; it is always cold being so far underground. She sees Regulus sitting on one of the armchairs by the fire, a girl sitting at his feet and another sitting by his side. He finds her eye across the common room and winks. Her nose wrinkles in disgust, and she decides to head to bed early. She nearly reaches the girls’ dormitory when she is stopped by the head boy. “A note for you.” He says, shoving a piece of parchment in her hand. She unfurls the parchment, using the glow of the fire to read: 

Miss Wilkes, Please report to the Potions classroom this Saturday at 8:00 to fulfill the requirements of your detention. Sincerely, H. Slughorn

[thevoidstaredback]

January 2025 Songs

Bummerland by AJR

So This Is Love by Ilene Woods and Mike Douglas

God Is Really Real by AJR

That's How You Know from Enchanted

Can't be Erased by JT Music

OK Overture by AJR

I Wanna Be Famous from Total Drama

The Flying Dutchman by The Jolly Rogers

Castle of Glass by Linkin Park

Into The Unknown from Frozen 2

Piano Man by Billy Joel

Don't Cry For Me Argentina from Evita

Son of Man from Tarzan

Hurts Like Hell by Fleurie

Mama I'm A Big Girl Now from Hairspray

You Didn't Know from Hazbin Hotel

If I Didn't Have You from Quest For Camelot

Real Man by Tomska

Luck Be A Lady from Guys and Dolls

It's Raining Somewhere Else by Toby Fox

Smile Like You Mean It by ParanoidDJ

Stuff Is Way by They Might Be Giants

A Gay Disney Prince by Thomas Sanders

Drama Club by Melanie Martinez

Bikini Bottom Day from Spongebob the Musical

Shine A Light (Reprise) from Heathers

I Wanna Waa by CG5

Hips Don't Lie by Shakira

Bring Me To Life by Evanescence

Cell Block Tango from Chicago

Rain Is A Good Thing by Luke Bryan

Swim by Alec Benjamin

Space Age Bachelor Man from Ride The Cyclone

Sugar Cloud from Ride The Cyclone

One Short Day from Wicked

Reflection from Mulan

listen before i go by Billie Eilish

I Wanna Be Your Slave by Måneskin

Stronger from Finding Neverland

I'm Ready by AJR

My Blanket And Me from You're A Good Man, Charlie Brown

We Own The Night from Finding Neverland

Play (acoustic) from Finding Neverland

Not Getting Married Today from Company

Son of Poseidon from The Lightning Thief: The Musical

Birthday Party by AJR

One Day More from Les Miserables

The Pirates Of Kensington from Finding Neverland

Sweet Child 'o Mine by Guns and Roses

Sexy Drug by Falling In Reverse

To Be A Princess from Barbie: Princess and the Pauper

I Can't Fix You by The Living Tombstone

Put On Your Sunday Clothes from Hello, Dolly

Main Character, Will Wood

Sarcasm by Get Scared

Troublemaker by Olly Murs

Fairytale by Alexander Rybak

7 Years by Lukas Graham

I Hear A Symphony by Cody Fry

La Seine by Matthieu Chedid and Vanessa Paradis

Revenge by XXXTENTACION

Africa by Toto

Get Along by Megumi Hayashibara

Tell Your Story by Derivakat

I See A Dreamer by CG5

It Took Me By Surprise by Maria Mena

Cowboy Casanova by Carrie Underwood

Plastic Promises by Set It Off

Tír Na Nóg by Celtic Woman

I See Fire by Ed Sheeran

Cooking By the Book (A Lil’ Bigger Mix) by Mastgrr

Skid Row from Little Shop of Horrors

Until I End Up Dead by Dream

Thneedvile from The Lorax

You And I And George by Rowlf the Dog

Lord of the Rings in 99 Seconds by John Cozart

Stick it to the Man from School of Rock

Hymn For The Weekend by Coldplay

All That Jazz from Chicago

Still Alive by Jonathan Coulton

Want You Gone by Jonathan Coulton

My First Kiss by 3OH!3

Rewritten in Stone by Amanda Fagan

Fancy Dress from The Drowsy Chaperone

My Time by Bo En

Middle Finger by Bohones

Don't Stop Me Now by Queen

I Will Wait by Mumford and Sons

Stay, I Pray You from Anastasia

Beggin’ by Måneskin

Could Have Been Me by The Struts

Daughters of Triton from The Little Mermaid

The Entertainer by Scott Joplin

Slumber Party by Ashnikko

Revolting Children from Matilda the Musical

What The Heck I Gotta Do from 21 Chump Street

MUFFIN by BadBoyHalo, CG5, and Hyper Potions

Hello from Book of Mormon the Musical

eBay by Weird Al

Fat by Weird Al

Bad by Michael Jackson

I Know It's Today from Shrek the Musical

Don't Let Me Go from Shrek the Musical

Battle Scars by Paradise Fears

Sober Up by AJR

Don't Say Goodnight by Hot Chelle Rae

Roadtrip by Dream

Let Me Be Your Wings from Thumbelina

Goodbye Yellow Brick Road by Elton John

Just The Girl by The Click

Perform This Way by Weird Al

Song of the South by Alabama

Little Wolf from Epic: The Musical

Pocket Full of Gold by American Authors

Beautiful from Heathers

Other Friends by Caleb Hyles

Go Big or Go Home by American Authors

Treehouse by Alex G and Emily Yacina

Im Too Sexy for My Shirt by Right Said Fred

City of the Dead by Eurielle

Shout by Tears for Fears

Opening Up from Waitress

Waving Through A Window from Dear Evan Hansen

Paranoia by Neoni

Art Is Dead by Bo Burnham

Another Irish Drinking Song by DaVinci's Notebook

Colonel Hathi's March from The Jungle Book

For The First Time In Forever from Frozen

Killer Queen by Queen

Rhapsody of Youth by Seishun Kyousoukyoku

What's Up, Duloc from Shrek the Musical

[arlerts-angel]

hello mack! i hope i made it lmao im not good w physical desc but but js know that in this edit https://www.tumblr.com/aryomengrande/749530713692536832/keisukes-camera-roll-%E0%B4%A6-%E0%B4%A6-%E3%83%9E%E1%90%9F-cr-saecidal, thats me on the top, the photo in the middle and the one in the lower right, thats also me at the eras tour singapore 🤣

personality: very introverted. my mbti is intj-t. i don't entertain ppl if not necessary and usually keep to myself. i'm happy doing stuff alone. however, i'm actually a menace once i get comfortable lol. whatever stereotype you heard about being an eldest child, i fall in it—unhinged, hyperindependent, lots of trust issues, grew up quickly bc they had to raise their siblings, has a very difficult time asking for help, and etc. i have a bachelor's degree in biology and i was always the leader in our lab groupings (bc i'm reliable and i have like a million back-up plans bc i overthink a lot lmaooo) and was even the main author of our thesis and while i could've easily asked for help and my groupmates would've complied, i mostly refused bc i feel like it's like a testament to my shortcoming as a person/leader 😭 but will gladly accept help if it's offered 🥹🙏🏻. im not an overachiever, i js do what i can, i was always one of the tops in my class (top 8, 9, or 10). always nominated the class secretary bc my classmates think my handwriting is neat. i played lady capulet for theatre. im a three-time blood donor (cause i have the universal blood type hehe). my love language is acts of service. and you can ask all my buddies what their favorite trait of mine is, and their answer would be my loyalty. if you need me, i'll drop everything in a heartbeat if possible. i joined remedial classes (it was exclusive only to students struggling academically but still lol) bc my best friend who joined didnt know anyone there. my friends also go to me of they need real talk. rose-tinted glasses don't work on me—i will tell you as it is.

dislikes: physical or outdoorsy activities. i cycle 10 km a day and that's it for the day. once im lied/betrayed to, it's prob over. i loathe social gatherings. the first thing that comes to my mind when i see a cockroach is nuke the entire place.

interests: include mainstream pop music, but i really just listen to whatever spotify recommends. i love love horror movies. anything the horror genre has to offer. i love books, i love reading. ofc, drawing! both traditional and digital. i also love taking care of my son (my cat) lol i love sweets and my favorite dish is grilled tuna belly 🙏🏻

hope this is enough !! 😩💗

fandom: tokyo revengers

𝑰𝑻'𝑺 𝑨 𝑴𝑨𝑻𝑪𝑯!

RARA !!! i've matched you with baji for a couple of reasons! he would so appreciate your loyalty, and the two of you would bond over acting/theatre because baji is a good actor! i think baji would try to change your mind about physical activity (within reason) and show you how much fun you can have! he will absolutely try to be cute and show off to you, he loves a good adrenaline rush.

[elainsweetcobalt]

Hi, I saw that a court of thought answered this anon and I am sure that she is talking about you... fyi

"I saw your back and forth with one of the nastiest El/riels in the fandom and I wish I could have saved you from the effort to talking to a wall. I'm not surprised to see her reputation continues to set the way for her and her friends. Her phrasing and condescending "sweet girl" attitude is super easy to put together, she is fooling no one. She is also OBSESSED with some of the big Gwynriels in the fandom.

My suggestion block her, and while you can't stop them from using burner accounts, if they go through the effort of stalking you, says more about them at the end of the day.

I can't believe we have to remind people these are fictional characters, shipping characters should be fun and lighthearted. Someone shipping another potential couple is not life and death and it gives nobody the right to behave like a scorned lover out for blood and revenge.

Elain IS NOT REAL. What she thinks she is feeling is a projection of her own limited interpretation of the text. It is laughable how much some people take for face value vs taking in all the context. If SJM wants Elain and Lucien to be together, guess what, SHE WILL PUT THEM TOGETHER. For someone who is getting multiple degrees, I'm genuinely concerned of the education they've received if they don't understand consistent patterns. Imagine thinking Elain wearing blue is sign of endgame but Gwyn's bracelet with blue caused an uproar. Mor wears red, does that mean she is truly Cassian's mate. Oh Emerie is associated with purple, Feyre, out the way dear, Emerie was Rhy's true mate all this time. There is a reason El/riel's jumped ship in 2021 and their engagement is dropping. Not the other way around. T"

her response.

A young girl referring to others as "honey" and "sweetie" in a condescending way is pretty much a calling card for immaturity. So is throwing around the degree they were obtaining at 20, acting like it proves how serious and superior they are to all others even though a few years later they are taking delight in instigating fandom drama.

My sister has two degrees and she completely lacks common sense. My husband has a Masters, can build a computer from scratch and code a video game but often struggles with adulting.

My father in law dropped out of high school at age 16 yet managed to work his way up to Vice President of a company in New York City (before his retirement), where he traveled all over the world and ended up having box seats for Super Bowls.

Degrees are wonderful but many times, they don't mean much of anything except for someone's ability to memorize information. And they definitely don't make someone more mature.

And the point you were making about the characters and their colors is valid. They latch on to something so long as it supports their ship while acting like there is no possible meaning behind it if it comes to another.

At the end of the day, the only thing that matters in this fandom is trying to get into the head of SJM by paying attention to her patterns and writing style.

It doesn't matter who is a doctor, who is a lawyer, who is an author themselves, who is a server, who is a psychologist.

None of that matters because SJM could care less about what any of us do or whether her characters are following the patterns we expect of them. She only cares about what SHE wants and where her characters take her and our personal lives really don't factor in to any of that.

Truly, the only way we can get a leg up on the future of the series is pay attention to the type of author she is, the romance she prefers, and what she's done with characters in the past.

I've been following you for quite a while and I haven't seen you being nasty or any of the things she says, I hope that doesn't affect you.

Hello Anon! Ok I'll start with this sigh First, why is this so long?

I don't know what reputation they're talking about or how I'm such a nasty person, I also don't know what big Gwynriel accounts I'm obsessed with when I only interacted with a gwynriel once and it wasn't a BIG account. If someone wants to call me a witch, go ahead but at least have proof of that.

We all know that they are fictional characters, I never said that it's not funny how this person uses that argument and immediately tries to embarrass my professional education, I have NEVER used my professional title to validate my arguments, I think that only the people closest to me know what I do for a living, I did not say hey I studied this so my argument is more valid, so as usual they are simply a lot of lies.

about the response of A court of thought, I don't think I can say much. I'm glad her family is well and multitalented I guess.

I never thought that the word "Dear" was an insult and I didn't think that would lead someone to insult me because of my age someone who had already tried to shame me for my age before. I'm 24 not 14 please, or tell me directly that "must respect my elders", nor that someone treated me like an idiot and after blocking me edited their reblogs.

I'm tired of condescension and hypocrisy, among other things in this fandom. Thanks for reaching out, and I hope you continue to follow me and enjoy the content I post, but it's not worth the time or frustration. She can say what she wants, but those who know me know the truth.