#i feel like this would be easier if i could wholeheartedly believe in the ''what's meant to happen will happen'' kind of thing

[harbingerofwhump]

My brain normally: goes in spirals and panics coming up with a bunch of horrific and distressing 'what-if's for even the most minor and inane things

My brain (at the state of job searching I'm in right now specifically) when looking at jobs I could apply to: produces weirdly optimistic 'what-if's. That somehow also become distressing...

[jsprnt]

Americano PT. 16 | Jude Bellingham x Reader

What happens if two individuals who absolutely despise each other are forced to interact after unforeseen events occur?

A/N: hello loves!! I can’t believe we’ve already come to the end of this series😭 thank you guys so so much for all the love you’ve sent my work and efforts!! Love y’all so much, enjoy reading- and stay tuned for my future fics 🤍🩷

W/C: 4.025

part fifteen

I sigh for the millionth time today, leaning back against the backrest of my chair. I rub my wrists, massaging my fingers and knuckles, groaning in relief when I hear some of them pop.

There were only a handful of matches left in the league, along with the Champions League final. The entire PR and marketing department had been working overtime for a couple days now, wanting to end the season on a high note.

I was so tired and stressed out, internally debating whether to call in sick tomorrow, but there was no way the team could finish all of this without my help.

Since my role in the department has gotten much more important this season, I needed to attend more meetings and calls with a lot of different people.

Never in my life, had I exercised my social skills this much, and it was only a matter of time before my social battery ran so low that I couldn't take interacting with people anymore, without looking like a total jerk.

Though, the generous paycheck that dropped into my back account every month, motivated me to work harder, well, sometimes..

I shift from my position, grabbing a single pen from its holder. Looking back up to my laptop to write down some refreshing and creative questions for the upcoming, very important and widely viewed interviews.

Winning both the national league and the Champions League in the exact same season would be absolutely insane to witness.

I had experienced the feeling in my first season working at the club. After almost three years of getting to know the team and the players who had come and gone, this year would feel even more special.

I had grown closer to the club, not just as an employee but as a supporter as well. I had multiple personal and dear connections with the club.

My father had just renewed his contract with the club. A topic that everyone working for respective companies joked about was the possibility of the agreement not being renewed.

After all these years, both companies had become synonymous with each other.

I had also gotten closer to my colleagues, much closer than I would've ever imagined. Starting this job as an eighteen-year-old, I was incredibly intimidated by the sheer size of the operations behind the scenes.

Of course, juggling both working here and studying for my law degree was hard at first. Work in the morning had switched to the evening when attending the matches.

Study breaks consisting of trying to figure out what interview questions were rubbish and needed to be scrapped, and packing my little suitcase for another trip, only to overpack again.

Thankfully, I had gotten all of my results back from this school year, and I was absolutely over the moon knowing I'd be going for my next year of my degree after summer break.

All my hard work had finally paid off when I saw my grades, and I had celebrated it that night- with working…

The biggest change in my life?

That was the fact that I had actually found love.

Going from hating each other to loving each other was a weird feeling. Even so, Jude and I had been together for almost six months now, and honestly speaking; I had never felt so loved by anyone in the entire world before.

We supported each other wholeheartedly, and it was definitely easier to do than other couples.

Mostly, because we worked together.

Living together for the first few weeks of our relationship, definitely sped up the process of actually getting to know each other. It bonded us faster than I would’ve ever expected.

Looking back, it's difficult to even imagine a world where Jude never moved into my place..

Jude had moved out of my house in the middle of March. He had changed houses following everything that had happened the last few months.

The new house is quite far away from the old, temporary house he lived in, that got broken into. The home was spacious and modern, just like I'd expected before visiting for the first time.

My father and his partners at his firm, had finally built up a proper case to take the intruder to court. I didn't know the specifics because, for some reason I wasn’t allowed to, by both my own father and Jude.

I already knew that the man who had caused so much chaos wasn't getting off the hook easily, and that was enough for me. Knowing any more details about the situation, would probably cause me more stress and anxiety, so I had just learnt to let it go.

I couldn't even lie, lately I had spent more time at Jude’s place than my own. There was something so comforting about it, maybe it was how inviting and cozy it felt.

His friends from England and Germany would always be over, for the simplest of reasons.

Playing games, both board and video ones, watching new movies in the unnecessary, huge cinema room. It created a very fun and friendly atmosphere and made me feel more comfortable than ever.

Jude’s parent’s presence, especially his mother’s- was very much appreciated. I loved chatting to her, from the most mundane things, to the things that I was worried about.

Just like the other women in my life, she gave me guidance and encouragement to keep on going and be even better at anything I wanted to accomplish.

Obviously, there was no way we could keep on hiding our relationship from certain teammates Jude was very close with. We'd decided to be open with them, because keeping a 'secret' from them wouldn't exactly give us peace of mind in the long run.

Scratching what I've written down so far, I drop my pen onto the desk. Glancing up at the clock to check the time, and gasping softly when I remember I have a meeting that starts in a minute.

I quickly grab the necessary paperwork, and dash out of the office. Into the meeting room, already full of my coworkers, sat waiting only for me..

"Okay, I'm really confused. Do I have something on my face? Like sauce from lunch or something?" The puzzled y/n asks, turning around in her office chair, only to glance at the busy Lina.

"Uh.." The older woman begins, looking up from her monitor and shaking her head.

"Nope, no sauce. Why?" Lina takes her hand off the computer mouse, sighing before leaning back.

"Everyone has been looking at me, like since- this morning.." y/n rolls her chair forward, holding out her foot, to stop herself from violently slamming into Lina's desk.

"You think? I thought it was because your dress looked cute.."

Lina smirks at her own words, her hand reaching over to grab her purple water bottle, swiftly taking the top off and chugging a couple gulps.

y/n scoffs, glancing down at the dress she's wearing. Yes, of course the dress is cute, that's why she wore it today. But the stares she got were definitely not in appreciation of the cream-colored dress.

"Are you serious? I don't think-"

She's cut off by a loud knock. Both women break eye contact, looking up at the glass doors where someone is standing in front of.

"Jude?" y/n perks up, standing up from her chair and making a beeline towards him. Ignoring the unnecessarily loud and teasing whistle leaving Lina's mouth.

Stepping outside, she furrows her brows, looking around for anyone who could eavesdrop on their conversation.

"Follow me.." Jude can only say, immediately starting to walk down the stairs without sparing another second.

"What are you-" She trails off, sighing in defeat, before following him down, into one of the empty meditation rooms.

She looks at Jude as he locks the door behind them, his hand immediately reaching to wrap around her waist. He pulls her closer than ever, planting a kiss on her lips.

"Something wrong?" She asks, picking up on his stressed out demeanor. Pulling back, she scans his face once again.

"I have to show you something, but don't freak out, yeah? I called your dad already, and he said he'll see what he can do.."

This only sends her into a panic, his warning going over her head as she watches him pull his phone out of his pocket. Arms flexing underneath his training jacket as he moves.

She looks at him with a confused frown on her face, her eyes almost popping out of her head when Jude shows what was so important.

Grabbing the phone out of his hand without thinking, she brings the device closer to her face. A small noise of annoyance leaving her mouth.

It's all photos of the couple, outside during various times they had been on dates for the past- six months.

"This one's from Valencia, and this one's from that night in Mallorca?!" y/n exclaims, hands shaking as she tries to scroll through the other photos. All off guard pictures of them, taken while they were out together, after matches, and even on dates in Madrid.

Noticing how distressed the photos make his girlfriend, Jude grabs his phone out of her hand. Setting it down on the table next to him, he grabs onto her shoulders, making her look up at him.

"It's okay, we prepared for this, remember? I won't let my team put out a statement, apart from legal action. Your dad's handling it with my team, okay?" He brings her frazzled form into a reassuring hug, planting kisses on her cheeks and the tip of her nose.

Of course, just like her boyfriend explains- they knew their relationship couldn't be kept secret for much longer. Jude, being the high profile football player he is, couldn't exactly keep people from prying into his private life.

She knew that the media had caught a whiff of her, even back when they despised each other. The night at Wembley Stadium months ago, had caused a little commotion back then.

The gossip pages and newspapers loved a story containing love, a successful and beloved young man, and not to forget- her having actual connections to the club in both work, and her father's partnership with the club.

To the couple, when they entered the training center or the stadium, they would work at that particular day- it was about work and work only.

When they clocked in, they prioritized working. It would've obviously been very difficult for them to keep their relationship on the low- if they glanced at each other every damn second, while in the same room.

During working hours, they'd greet each other like their other colleagues, acting like they didn't make out the night before in his room.

Unavoidably, the players who knew about them dating, would try their best to sneak little jokes and teases in. The couple would successfully brush off the comments.

Practicing all these months made the perfect facade, but sometimes the jokes were too good not to chuckle, at least very discreetly.

"Okay, I trust you.." She mutters, pressing her face into her chest, a soft hum leaving her mouth. Thoughts and worries swirling through her mind.

"Baby! I'm ready!" I shout, almost falling flat on my face while pulling on my new heels.

These red bottoms were absolute hell to wear, especially since I had just gotten them as a gift, from Jude.

It would take some time before I could break them in, but with how stunning they looked paired with this dress, it was worth the pain, at least tonight.

To celebrate winning the league, Jude and I were finally going on a date. It had been a while since we had been on a proper date night, mostly due to how busy we both have been lately.

Jude with training and I with preparing everything, from interviews to social media posts, and even some press releases that needed to be out before the Champions League final that was in a couple days.

"I'm here.." I walk out of his bedroom, chuckling at the sheer amount of my clothes stuffed in his closet.

We had been staying over at each other's place on and off, but looking at both our closets, you'd think we'd been living together again.

Considering how important the past few weeks had been, Jude had been training a lot. I was especially worried about him and his health, mainly thinking of his shoulder injury.

His doctor and the team's physiotherapist had reassured me personally, but still, I could help but wince every time he touched his shoulder and grunted. Or seeing the multiple, pain-stopping injections, he had to take to play a full ninety minutes.

"You look handsome.." I mutter when reaching the front door, pressing a kiss onto his plump lips, my hands reaching to fix the collar of his button down. My lipgloss leaving a sheen of glitter on his lips, it making me chuckle as he gave me a dumbfounded look.

We’re fairly young, and early in our relationship, we realized that fancy dates weren't really our thing. But tonight was one of the few occasions we'd go all out, and dress up very nicely.

"You look absolutely stunning, love.." He smiles, his hand circling around my waist and down my back, fingers digging into the fabric of my dress.

"Thank you, baby.." I hum, giving him a small wink. A loud chuckle leaves my lips as he attempts to wink back, though, just like every time, it looks like he's got something in his eyes, instead of being cheeky.

"What's so funny, hm?" Jude questions, hands trailing down to grip at my bum, squeezing slightly.

"Mhm, nothing.." I say, reaching up to fix his hair a little. "Should we leave? It's getting late.."

He agrees instantly, and I wrap my arm around his as we walk out of his house. The sun hadn't set yet, mostly because summer was coming soon, and I couldn't wait to enjoy the weather this year, yet again.

"Wait- I didn't grab my keys.." I gasp, eyes going wide as I watch him pull the door shut.

"Oh, you're definitely not driving missy, especially not in those heels.." Jude says, giving me a cheeky smile, and I can immediately sense that he is hiding something.

"You got your license?!" I beam, eyes glistening in happiness. Though, my excitement is cut short when he shakes his head, an embarrassed look on his face.

"No, I did not get my license.."

"Oh.." I say, the corners of my mouth twitching as I hold back a menacing laugh.

"So, you'll be my passenger prince forever?" I bring my hand up to grab onto his bicep, squeezing the muscles as my body leans against his.

"Will you ever stop saying that?" I watch his lips move, eyes glimmering when his lips pull into a slight pout.

"When you get your license, sir. I'll stop calling you my passenger prince..."

"I'm sure you would like a break from it then.." Jude says, his expression changing to a smug one within a split-second, and I follow his lead without thinking.

My uncomfortable heels click against the concrete as Jude leads me outside the gates of the house, a sleek black Rolls Royce parked right in front of the driveway.

"You got a driver for tonight?" I ask, eyes fixated on the, admittedly sexy car.

"Going all out for my lovey tonight. I've got to spoil my girl, always.."

I grin at his sweet words, warmth reaching my face, and I suddenly feel shyness creeping up on me. I shift my gaze for a second, avoiding eye contact with him and staring at the concrete.

"Aw, is my pretty girl shy now? You weren't like this a moment ago, huh?" A soft noise of protest leaves my mouth at the loving words. My breath hitching as he presses a kiss on my neck, right against my jugular.

"Come on, love. We'll be very late to our reservation if I keep you here longer.." Jude gives me a charming smile, grabbing onto my hand and pulling me towards the car, making me forget whatever my thoughts were before he'd made my heart flutter.

"I'm sweating literal buckets. I can't even breathe properly right now.." My eyes immediately shift to Luis, my right eye twitching, just like it has been on and off this entire day. The stress and anxiety of this all had been building up in us both, causing actual physical symptoms to show.

"Ask me about it, I went peeing two times already, and we're just seventy minutes into this match.." I say, wiping my sweaty hands down my black jeans. The laptop and phone on my lap shaking, as I bounce my knee up and down in anticipation.

My heart also leaped in my throat every time Jude got fouled. Checking the stats confirmed my suspicion, he currently is the most fouled player on the pitch.

I obviously knew it was a part of the game, but considering his injury- I couldn't help but be worried.

"Fuck, I swear if we score, I'm going to lose my shit." Luis says, running a hand through his curly hair, and I can almost feel the nerves radiating off of him.

Well, all 90.000 people in Wembley Stadium feel the exact same way right now. From supporters to chairmen of both respective clubs, sitting on the edge of their seats as we all watched the Champions League final between Real Madrid and Borussia Dortmund unfold, live in front of our own two eyes.

My breath hitches in my throat as we're given a corner. The grip on my phone getting tighter as Luis glances at me.

"Okay, we got this, Toni's so experienced-"

"Shut up, I'm trying to focus.." I exclaim, grabbing onto Luis' shoulder to calm him down.

"You can't exactly focus with 90,000 people screaming.." He replies, glancing at me.

I open my mouth to speak, but decide to spare my breath, and stop breathing in anticipation.

Right, at that moment, Toni kicks the ball from the corner flag, it flies upwards as we watch both our players and Dortmund players scramble in front of the goal.

Finally, Dani jumps up and GOALLLL!!

The entire Madridista side jumps up in celebration, my devices almost slipping out of my hand and onto the floor as we jump up to cheer as loud as we can.

"I'm going to kiss Dani's forehead after this!" Luis screams, making me choke on my laughter. I hurry up and return my attention back to my devices, as happy as we were, we still had our job to do and execute.

I close my eyes for a moment, taking a deep breath to calm down, before we both go back to doing our jobs.

Our wishes and prayers for a second goal aren't that far away, time-wise. Dortmund player Maatsen tries passing the ball, due to a wrong estimation, Jude gets the ball instead, shooting to Vini.

He goes on to score the second banger of the night. The stadium erupts in both cheers of happiness and screams of protest.

It's even louder than after the first goal, and we know it's only a matter of five minutes before our boys secure the victory over this season's Champions League..

y/n fixes her shirt for the nth time, trying to fidget with something before she loses her mind. Standing in the tunnel, she glances at Luis. Both of their eyes glimmering, as they wait for the families of the players to enter the pitch to celebrate the win.

They were insanely busy with handling their work, channelling their emotions into doing their job, to make sure it's all taken care of before they were done for the night. The automated system, consisting of already edited work, would take care of the rest from now on...

"Dude, what just happened?.." Luis whispers, glancing at the equally mesmerized girl next to him.

"We won!" She squeals, letting her excitement and happiness show as she hugs Luis. "Fuck, I don't even know what I would do if we lost. I'd actually be having a breakdown right now.."

Luis hugs her back, patting her head affectionately.

"You've worked very hard, y/n. Thank you for being my best friend and best colleague.." He says, giving her a brotherly smile.

"Thank you too, older brother.." She laughs, voice slightly teasing, as she pats his shoulder.

"Oh, I think we can join the celebrations.." He says, pointing to the families they’ve gotten very close with over the years.

The familiar faces joining their loved one on the pitch to celebrate this huge milestone in their careers.

"Come on.." Luis says, dragging her along and onto the pitch.

She looks around, a permanent smile plastered on her face as she's overwhelmed by the emotions running through her body.

"Dani!" Luis shouts, and y/n watches him run up to the goal scorer, just like his promise- Luis plants a fat kiss on the athlete's head.

y/n laughs loudly at the interaction, making eye contact with Dani’s wife, and laughing even harder at her confused expression.

She shakes her head at her best friend’s antics. Realizing she's alone now, she freezes. Cameras were absolutely everywhere at the moment, and she was absolutely sure at least one was pointed towards her.

The weeks following the photos of their dates being leaked were quite turbulent, with a lot of support, but also criticism- it was very difficult to ignore the reactions.

She wasn't anywhere close to wanting to be a public figure of some sort, so the attention was putting a lot of pressure on her.

But loving a star athlete, like Jude meant having to sacrifice some part of her privacy. If it meant she could run up to him now, and kiss his face a couple of times.

Then screw privacy, she'd throw that all away to get to him right now.

Her eyes darting to the rest of the enormous pitch again, frowning when she can't find the boy she's so desperately looking for.

Finally, after squinting a whole lot, and definitely causing damage to her eye muscles, she finally makes eye contact with the equally lost looking Jude.

He's standing in between both his parents, arms around them as he looks around wearily.

Jude's eyes immediately light up in relief when he spots y/n, mumbling something to his smiley parents before he makes a run for it.

Within seconds, he's by his girlfriend's side, and she jumps up to wrap her legs around his waist in greeting. He pulls her flush against him in a tight embrace. y/n cups his jaw tenderly to place multiple kisses on his face.

"I'm so fucking proud of you, baby.." She breathes out, cut off as he presses his lips onto hers, exhilarating kiss that makes them forget other people are around, and especially the hundreds of cameras and phones filming the pitch.

He catches her lips, plump lips sucking onto her bottom lip before they're forced to pull back for air. They pant, faces warm, and cheeks hurting from how much they'd smiled within the past couple minutes.

"I'm proud of you too, baby. Come on, you're my family too. Forget about work and the cameras here for me, yeah?”

She plants her shoes back onto the grass when he lowers back on the floor. She looks down as he grabs onto her hand. Playing with her fingers as he makes eye contact with her.

Reaching up, she swipes at a piece of grass stuck on his temple, probably from being fouled earlier, she chuckles at the sight, biting her lip.

“Come on, then. Your parents are waiting..” She says, turning and dragging him along the pitch. Skipping towards his awaiting, happy parents. Who look at them with an infinite amount of joy and proudness in their eyes.

“He’s a winner! Jude’s our winner!!”

[gor3-hound]

are you lonely?

ft. leon kennedy x fem!reader

cw: 18+ content, incest, dad leon, 18+ reader(obviously), p in v, unprotected sex, creampie, dubcon??(just to be safe), a lot of self-loathing and guilt on leon's part

a/n: i apologise wholeheartedly if i tagged anything incorrectly, this is my first time ever posting something i've written(and one of my first times finishing an idea), but i will try my hardest. THIS IS DARK CONTENT, so please be careful reading and scroll if you don't like it!! also genuinely please tell me if i missed any tags! hope you like it :)

word count: 2.4k words

It never gets easier. Every single mission manages to drain Leon more than the last. He almost just gave up on it all a long time ago - he would have if it wasn't for one thing.

You.

As he opens the door from another exhausting mission, he's hit with the smell of home cooked food that has his mouth watering. The house is spotless, as always. Floors completely polished, the sound of music coming from the kitchen has him dragging his feet there on autopilot, eyes settling on you.

His sweet daughter is at the stove, stirring something in a pot. You haven't even noticed he's home yet, humming along to the music coming from your phone softly as you cook. He leans against the door frame with his arms crossed over his chest, just gazing at you for a few moments.

God, he missed you.

“Hey, honey.” He hums, the corner of his mouth twitching in a close approximation of a smile, about all he can manage after the shit he's seen this past week. Your movements pause, and then you're tilting your head over your shoulder to look at him.

“Dad! You're home!” You exclaim, shooting him a smile that lights up your whole face. He barely has time to react before your arms are wrapped around his torso, giving him a tight hug. He never feels like he deserves your affection. He's barely even around, but you're always clinging to him like a needy puppy when he is. 

“Mhm. Managed to finish up a little early.” He mumbles, a hand coming to your head to press it against his chest, giving your waist a little squeeze with his other one. Doesn't bother telling you about what he was doing. Doesn't want you worrying. “You miss me?”

“Course I did.” You reply without hesitation, giving him a squeeze in return before pulling away from him. “Gotta keep cooking before it burns, though. You hungry?” You ask softly, returning to the stove.

He hums softly, eyes lingering on you as he walks away. He finds himself looking at you for a little too long, blinking his eyes to snap himself out of it. “Yeah, I could eat.”

His gaze finds you again before long. His eyes flick over your form, hovering on your curves for a moment before he frowns. Jesus. Since when did he look at his daughter like that? Since when did his daughter look like that? Must of been a while, but he's only really noticing it now

He's only been gone for a week, but it feels like a lifetime. You're always so happy to see him, always acting so domestic. You cook for him, clean for him and cuddle up to him after he's had a particularly tough day.

You'd make a good wife for someone one day.

His frown deepens as his brain supplies that thought to him. Is this what's happening to him now? He's so sick that he's attracted to his own damn daughter? Is that really how fucked up his life has got? 

He gets a little weird after that, eating dinner with you in silence when it's done before rushing off to the bedroom. You ask him about 100 times what's wrong, but he always gives you the same ‘it's nothing, honey, just tired.’ You don't believe a word of it, naturally. You know your dad better than that, know when something’s bothering him

And you're a sweet girl. Too sweet for him, if he's being honest. So he shouldn't be surprised when you go to check on him after you clean up the dishes before you go to bed. But he wasn't thinking right, and you walk in on him right as he's pumping his dick to the thought of you.

“Shit…” He breathes out as he sees you in the doorway. He thinks he's going to be sick when the sight of your surprised face is what tips him over the edge, your pretty lips parted in shock as he cums harder than he has in years.

Post-nut clarity hits him like a train, guilt clawing its way up his chest, nausea setting in. “Fuck, baby. I'm so sorry.” He says quickly, too stunned to move. His hand is still gripping his cock, still hard and leaking, his hand coated in his release.

And you're just staring, unable to take your eyes away. Makes your stomach flip and your heart beat faster. You open your mouth to speak, but nothing comes out. He quickly seems to snap out of his daze and yanks the cover over himself, his jaw tightening as he refuses to meet your eyes.

You find yourself disappointed that you can't see him like that anymore, a frown tugging at your face. “It's okay, dad.” You manage to say, voice a little strained. Heat pools in your stomach, and you fidget a little as you stand in the doorway, your common sense warring with what you wanted.

“I just wanted to check on you.” You say after a moment of silence, Leon still not looking at you. “You seemed… weird at dinner. Wanted to make sure you were okay.”

You continue to stand awkwardly in the doorway before you shift further into the room. Against your better judgement, you sit on the edge of his bed, trying to catch his eye.

“It's okay, dad. Really.” You tell him, reaching a hand out to touch his cheek. He lets out a stifled groan, his eyes squeezing shut. You're too good for him. “My fault for not knocking.”

His eyes crack open to meet yours, and he slowly realises he's found you beautiful for a long time - more than what's considered acceptable as a father. Ever since you came back from college during one of your breaks, filling out your clothes in a way you never had before, looking up at him with those pretty eyes…

Fuck. He's sick. He deserves to rot in hell. He'd noticed long ago, pushed the thoughts away so he could be the father you deserved. And you're perfect. So goddamn beautiful, like you were made for him. Your hand is so warm and soft where it cups his cheek, your touch so gentle.

He's been so, so lonely. And you're the prettiest thing he's ever seen, brows furrowed in concern as he refuses to answer you. Knows if he opens his mouth, he's gonna say some shit he regrets.

He ends up doing something he's gonna regret, anyway. Can't help himself when you're giving him those eyes. He's grabbing you by the cheeks, pulling you into a kiss without even thinking about it.

You pull away, and he whimpers. He tugs you back in again, kissing you with more fervour this time. Your body freezes up, then you find yourself kissing back, and he's not sure if that's worse or not. Guilt is eating him alive, but he can't help himself.

“I'm so sorry, baby.” He murmurs between kisses, desperately tugging you closer to him. His tongue slips into your mouth, and he moans softly as your own prods against his. “Can't help it. You're so pretty.”

This time, you're the one deepening the kiss. His hands find your waist, his grip tightening. He didn't realise how badly he needed this. Needed you. He can feel how badly you want him, the way you're pressing up against him as he kisses you.

It's so wrong. He wants to do so many things to you. You want him in a way no one has ever wanted him before, even more than your mom ever did. It's intoxicating, makes him dizzy. He feels so pathetic. What kind of sicko wants to fuck his own daughter? He's your dad. He should be protecting you from creeps like this, not making a move on you.

“Baby…” He breathes out, pulling away from your mouth, his heart hammering in his chest at the disappointed look that spreads across your face. “We can't do this. Y'know that, yeah?”

But his hands move to settle on your hips, tugging you into his lap, the duvet the only thing separating you from sitting on his bare cock that he never had a chance to shiver back into his pants after you caught him. He's not strong enough, needs you to be the one to bring him to his senses. You just needed to say no, and he'd be able to stop. But you don't, and he's too weak to do it himself. Far too weak.

“Daddy…” You breathe out, frown tugging at your lips. “Please? Just this once?”

How is he meant to say no to that? He buries the guilt, buries the self-loathing. He's good at that - pushing away his feelings and pretending that everything's okay. He can't deny his pretty girl of anything, especially not when she asks so sweetly.

So he kisses you again. It's a messy, sloppy kiss, one that has him groaning and rocking his hips up to get some kind of friction on his aching cock. It twitches, already leaking pre-cum. He can't even remember the last time he fucked someone. Can't believe he's about to fuck you. He's tempted to cut his dick off after this. Doesn't deserve it.

It's not long before his hands are pawing desperately at your pants, tugging them off along with your panties. He keeps your shirt on, pretends that makes him better, even if he wants to see how your tits bounce. Hey, he thinks, at least I had some self-control.

You moan so prettily when his thumb brushes your clit, rubbing slow circles into it. You're already so wet, his cock jumping with interest. Even Hell is too good for him.

Your hands slip down to tug at the fabric separating the two of you, your hips only hovering long enough to pull the duvet down and expose him, a low whine spilling from your lips.

“Want it, daddy. Please?” You murmur, dipping your head down to kiss his neck, making him suppress a groan.

“Yeah, baby. Anything you want.” He breathes out, his free hand reaching for the base to make his cock stand tall, offering it up like some kind of treat while his other hand still rubs lazy circles onto your clit.

You both moan in sync as you lower yourself onto his length. His hand slips to your hip, gripping it to guide your movements. His hips buck up into you, his tip brushing your cervix whenever you sink down fully onto him.

You're so wet, and you squeeze him just right. He's going to go insane. There's no way he can help himself now. He's never gonna stop thinking about how good you feel wrapped around him.

“Fuck, honey. Pussy's made just for me,” he groans, cringing as he says the words. He's never been a fan of dirty talk, feels awkward. Worse when he thinks about who he's fucking. But you feel so good, he really can't stop himself. His brain isn't working anymore.

“You're so big.” You whine, grinding your hips down against him more than actually riding him, like you don't want his dick to leave you for even a moment. Cute. He almost cums just at the way your face twists as he fucks up into you.

“S’all yours, baby. C'mon,” he coos, thumb slipping away from your clit and making you whimper, just so he can grab your waist with both hands. “Ride daddy.”

He lifts you up and down, helping you ride him. You rock your hips desperately, moaning as he presses up against your sweet spot with every thrust, picking up the pace as he fucks into you. He's able to manhandle you so easily, which only has you moaning louder, your eyes fluttering shut.

With his hands occupied with gripping your waist as he helps you fuck yourself on his dick, you bring your own hand down to rub at your clit, making the heat in your stomach build rapidly.

The bed creaks as he picks up the pace again, rutting deeper into you than before, your pussy making the most obscene squelching noises. It's downright sinful, Leon has to use all of his focus to stop himself from cumming right then and there. Fuck, if it wasn't for him jerking off right before you came in, he'd have cum as soon as he saw your pretty pussy.

You're close, biting your lip to sniffle your moans as they grow louder, fingers moving faster against your clit. Your dad notices, shifting his hips until he's pounding relentlessly into your sweet spot, making you see stars.

He feels his chest swell with pride when he feels you tense up, pussy clenching around his cock deliciously as your orgasm hits, juices gushing past his cock and coating his balls. He didn't even know he still had it in him, thought his dick game died in his 20s. This was a pleasant surprise.

His balls tighten, and he knows he's about to cum. He grunts and goes to pull you off of him, but you whine and shake your head, pushing yourself down. “S'okay, daddy. I'm on birth control. Wanna feel it, please.”

He frowns a little at that. He doesn't like thinking about other guys fucking you. You're his princess, a sweet girl. Your daddy will take care of you, not these other losers. God, he's fucked up.

“Yeah, baby? Want daddy to fill you up?” He grunts, flipping you over with ease so your back's pressed to the bed, him hovering over you. He pounds into you with renewed vigor, head hanging and bangs covering his eyes.

“Fuck.” He hisses as he buries himself balls deep in you, cock kicking inside your pussy as he cums. He pants a little as he fills you, he's not quite as young as he used to be. Takes it out of him sometimes.

He pulls out and slumps next to you. You cuddle up to him instantly, and that guilt and shame comes to the surface again. He pulls you close to him, pets your hair and kisses your forehead like he always does.

“Love you, baby girl.” He murmurs, his free hand pulling the covers up and over your body, his fingertips scratching your scalp lightly.

“I love you more, dad.”

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🌓Sweet Girl Venus ♦︎ Timeless Pick A Card

This world contains in it a great number of elements that push most everyone to toughen up and abandon all senses of calm, grace and loveliness on the path towards growing up. In this world, so many people believe that the only way towards great achievements is by becoming tough. Whilst it is true that strength of character is crucial for survival, I don’t think toughness has to translate into being actually hard on oneself or everyone else.

Psychology says, ‘When someone is exceedingly critical of the smallest, most trivial things, that means they crave Love most of all.’

Here is a love letter from the Venusian Goddess harmonic of your Higher Self to yourself💌More than you may realise at this moment, you really are still a sweet and kind baby of gentle melodies and fragrant bouquet💐If you’d eventually realise this of yourself wholeheartedly, oh, that would be…

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Pile 1 – Bubblegum Blue Baby

VIBE: Hatsukoi Shoujo (Singer’s First Love) by Sheena Ringo & Noir by SUNMI

what’s really sweet about you – King of Wands Rx

You’re the type of person who, in spite of your passion and determination, aren’t cruel. You possess a strong character and try to uphold justice everywhere you go. You’re really a courageous fellow with a heart of gold. Baby-blue gold. I see that you’re often the type of friend who cheers other people up; you always have an idea in your mind to make someone else feels better about their darker days. When somebody is lacking courage or confidence in themselves, you’re the one who says, ‘I believe in you, tho! It’s clear to ME you can do it!’

And because you always seem so energetic, confident and capable, people easily believe your words. I think people haven’t told you enough how grateful they are that you’re always cheering them on like that. It’s not that they’re not grateful; it’s that they don’t know how to convey their gratitude properly. You know, sometimes words fail us. Especially when you’re the type of magickal butterfly that attracts naturally a lot of people who are not so confident in themselves. Such people, sometimes they simply don’t know how to utter words of gratitude because not many people in their lives have shown them enough appreciation. You could be, probably, like the ONLY person in their world who shows them appreciation like that!

You’re really so kind and charitable, more than you’ll ever hear from the mouths of other people♥︎

honouring your softness – King of Cups

And I guess, for the most part, such people really see that you’re an authoritative figure in your own respect. Because you appear to them so large and magnanimous, people don’t even suspect that you also have your down days. Certain days, you’re also in the mood for getting praises just like everybody else! But because you don’t get that as much as you’d like, sometimes you get sad. I think you struggle with a little self-loathing (or a sense of being a phoney) every now and then, feeling like you’re not good enough whilst everybody else seems to move ever forward, supported by your encouraging words.

Sometimes you feel envious of others for what they have. They seem to have everything going on a lot easier than you. But baby, stop! This is all your wild assumption. The truth is, people really be trying their best to put up a strong face, to put their best foot forward and come and tell you good news about them, because they want to get praises from you😅Yeah, some things in Life really be tricky like that. As convoluted it gets, this is actually their way of thanking you. You encouraged them before, you gave them so much courage, inspiration and motivation; now they’re doing better and they want to let you know it’s thanks to you! They want you to feel proud of both themselves and the magnanimous ways you’ve cared for them🥲

Well, now that you know… Pretty baby, stop being so sad!🐬

a happily ever after – 7 of Cups

You’re the type of person who, most of the time, has your head in the clouds. This makes you feel ungrounded often. I think you sometimes feel overwhelmed by reality itself. There’s a lot of things you don’t understand and you often feel lost about the meaning of existence and your place in the world. Fret not—you’re hardly a failure. You’re magick, baby💙Magickal beings often find living in the Human world incredibly taxing, so you can be patient with yourself—it’s a group thing LMAO

If anything, it is exactly because you’re a magical being like this that you can be sure you’re going to get everything you want out of Life. As long as you don’t allow yourself to stop dreaming in exchange for being practical! You see, the world really isn’t as linear as you think. So, be confident in who you are and your own personal favourite methods of manifesting. There’s quite nothing in this world you can’t have. You just need to learn to focus on one or two things at a time so you get each thing you want faster⚡️Isn’t so wonderful to be so magickal?

Know that you could be so much happier. You could be so much more spiritually content because your heart really is good. In spite of some things you may believe about your flaws, your Higher Self really doesn’t view you that way. In this world that is a world of chaos where 98% of people are hurting and hurting each other, it’s expected, so it’s not such a big deal. You really are such a kind Soul and your sweetness, your charitable bubbliness, just needs your acknowledgement so you can give yourself more tender care🌸

SWEET GIRL ENTERPRISE🔻💙

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Pile 2 – Soft Enterprising Boss

VIBE: Cookie by NewJeans & YEPPI YEPPI by aespa

what’s really sweet about you – Ace of Pentacles

You are a powerhouse of creativity. You’re incredibly smart and resourceful. You’re like an idea bank but you couple that with real, tangible efforts that always produce real results. You have an amazing capability for laser focus and your work ethic is almost inimitable. With that, you’re truly a dependable friend who has a lot to offer those around you. People turn to you for advice, and you always have something valuable to offer. But yeah… that doesn’t mean your input is always appreciated. But that’s not your fault, right?

You need to admit that a lot of people are hopelessly confused. Sometimes, people simply want a friend to confide in and hear their whining. I know you’re almost always there to lend an ear even though it kinda irritates you that people seem so lost, so incapable of helping themselves. You genuinely want to help, but like already mentioned, sometimes all someone needs is a company that listens compassionately. I think you’re good as long as you’re there to be a pillar for someone in need.

So really, you needn’t concern yourself with how that someone will resolve their issues if they, indeed, do not seem that interested in resolving their own issues🤪It’s not like you’re getting paid for caring so much about other people’s personal drama!

honouring your softness – 2 of Pentacles

More than you give yourself credit for, you’re actually a really reasonable person. You’re grounded in reality and able to weigh options more realistically than most people you know. You’re always thinking of pros and cons in your head. That’s wonderfully responsible, of course, but sometimes you could get stuck in a rut when you simply can’t decide. Still, I think you’re such a wonderfully capable person who’s willing to go the distance when your mind’s finally set for a prize.

You’re ambitious and tenacious; no matter the challenge, you’re up for whatever. If it requires lessons, training, complex practices, extensive readings, you can do it all. But hey, stop to breathe a little, will you? The world doesn’t end tomorrow so you needn’t hurry so much, alright? It benefits no one to be so hard on yourself whatever the rewards may be at the end. What’s really exciting about this whole thing is how much you’re enjoying yourself as you gain knowledge and skills. So, I hope you remember this at all times.

As long as you’re having fun, Life’s good, you know. You can’t possibly think that Life’s only gonna get good when you’re at the end of your journey, right?

a happily ever after – 8 of Wands

You are a visionary—admit it. You have amazing ideas and your visions could possibly even change the world. You could become someone profoundly inspirational because there’s a teacher-like quality in you. If you feel that you’re not that good at communicating your ideas, it’s definitely a skill you can polish. You really have got it in you to become an effective speaker, even on a public platform, because your mind is usually quite methodical. Practice is all you need.

Even if you identify as someone shy, or timid, actually you will be so much happier in Life if you could be in the public eye for when you do so, you get to be charitable with your skills and knowledge. When you’re older in Life, you will have gained so much expertise in various disciplines, and if you’re not gonna share with others, how else are you gonna ever feel blessed?

You are a shooting star sent from Mars—or Venus—to teach Humanity a transcendent way of living. I hope you never forget how precious you are just for the fact you’ve reincarnated on Earth in this passage of time😜

SWEET GIRL ENTERPRISE🔻🧡

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Pile 3 – New-World Inventor

VIBE: Super Shy by NewJeans & Spicy by aespa

what’s really sweet about you – 4 of Cups

Gosh, you are such a loyal one that sometimes it comes to your detriment. You’re the type of person who could go the extra mile to accompany someone who doesn’t even deserve your compassion. You’re willing to sacrifice a lot to make another person feels less alone even when you’re not getting the same in return. I think you have a noble heart and that’s something clearly valuable. But… I hope you know when to stop giving your support to those who are clearly losers, hopeless cases. There’s only so much you could give to another when your own Cups aren’t getting filled in return.

‘People treat you the way they view you. Be blind if you want.’

I know you don’t want to disappoint because you know how depressing it is to get disappointed. You know first hand all the painful sensations that come with having your trust broken. But the way I see it, you shouldn’t turn your past disappointments into a goody two shoes tendency to please everybody. Are you certain this isn’t just a weird overcompensation that could destroy you in the end? You may wanna check out this concept of a Good Girl Syndrome. Understanding the symptoms could just help you unravel the patterns🧵🪡✂️

honouring your softness – Queen of Pentacles

You are an Old Soul, and it doesn’t matter how young or old you are right now, you have this innate desire to be of service to others. On a profound Soul level, you have this magnanimous energy that makes you want to care and nourish those you come into contact with. You are really a kind person, incredibly generous, to a fault LMAO After all, this Human world is littered with shameless takers who do not set a limit for themselves. You don’t wanna be stupid enough to get drained all the time by ingrates, right?

So, it’s time to stop giving too much of yourself and start affirming that you, too, deserve the company of people who will nourish you as much as you them. If you don’t start reaffirming this daily, it may never manifest, which would be such a shame because you’re so deserving to be blessed with warmth and sweet emotions🥧

a happily ever after – Page of Swords Rx

At the present moment, you may be thinking you’re simply afraid of conflicts and arguments. Heck, you don’t even like feeling other people’s negative emotions. If you were to stand up for yourself, you’re sure everybody would give you a nasty look, or even spew very unkind words to make you feel bad. So you know this and you try to avoid that as much as possible. But that’s got to stop now because when you really think about it, all the chaos and conflicts are WITHIN you. Is that even worth it? Do you think you deserve to live like this?

‘You’re keeping the peace around you, but what about the peace in you?’

I’d like to remind you, you’re really such a smart person. You’re so knowledgeable and actually, if you’re honest, have great desires to be of service to the world. You’re a high-value somebody, so you’re allowed to muster the courage to affirm that you CAN take up space and still maintain your boundaries. Alright? One day you’re going to really change the world. But right now, you need to change your world first.

Don’t be afraid of being seen as a bitch, especially when you know you’re not a bad person🍒Sweet girls can still be SPICY🌶

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No Broken Promises (Yandere!Ethan Landry x Reader)

Pairings: Ethan Landry x Reader

Summary: Soft-Yandere!Ethan has been your best friend since childhood, you two have a bond like no other. But Ethan's love for you isn't as innocent and normal as you believe. One night Ethan takes his "love" too far, changing your friendship forever.

Words: 3.1k

Warnings: NON-CON,SMUT, Soft Yandere!Ethan Landry, Dark!Ethan Landry, Possessive!Ethan, Jealous!Ethan, Stalking, Delusional feelings, Panty stealing, Drunk sex, Unprotected P in V, Creampie, Breeding, Mostly from Ethan POV. Pay attention to tags and Enjoy! 

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You were special to him. Every time you walked through the doors of a room; his heart felt like it might burst into a million pieces. He watched you from outside your window, he loved that you have a ground floor house. You always forgot to close your curtains because you loved the natural sunlight. It made his stalking much easier.

He watched you move around the room, clearly listening to some music. Something fun and upbeat, by the way you bounced around only in a tank top and underwear, your tits bounced under your tank top. He just knew you were putting on a show for him.

He was getting hard, he slowly shifted his dick sweatpants, trying to conceal as much as he could. He’ll jerk off to this later but right now he wanted to be next to you. He continued to watch, taking in the view for a few moments longer before walking to your front door. He had a key in case of emergencies.

You two were “besties for life” as you would say, you trusted him wholeheartedly. But he felt differently, he loved you, no he worshipped you ever since you two were kids. He knew his feelings were strong and not healthy when he would steal your dirty panties when you weren’t home, stuffing them in his back pocket and jerking off on them when he got home from school. Or when he would send himself your photos when you left your phone around him, you trusted him so much he knew your passcode.

Sometimes he would sit outside your place, just to make sure you were safe, obviously. He couldn’t leave you defenseless around all those disgusting men around.  

He opened your front door. You didn’t notice, it seemed the music was loud, he climbed up the stairs, slowly making his way to your room. He opened your bedroom door and walked in. You still didn’t notice his presence as you continued to dance around. If he could, he would sit and watch you move forever.  

“Boo” He yelled loudly over the music, touching your shoulders. You whipped around suddenly, letting out a little yelp. “Ethan!” you half yelled and laughed. You hit him lightly in the chest.  

“You scared me” you walked over to turn the music down.  

“I couldn’t help it; you look cute dancing all around” he blushed running his eyes over your body. You look sexy in your small top and underwear, and I wanna rip it off and fuck your sweet body he thought but he couldn’t say that to you.  

“Oh my god, totally forgot I’m basically naked right now, yikes” you moved quickly to find something to cover up.  

“Ah don’t worry about it I didn’t even notice” Ethan says coolly moving to sit on your bed, he causally picked up some laundry laid on you bed, clearly in the middle of putting them away. While your back was turned, he picked up your underwear and lightly sniffed it. He was a little disappointed It was clean. It took all his might to put it back in the pile.  

“Ethan, it’s not like we are little kids anymore” sliding on a pair of shorts, just as short as your underwear. Ethan smirked to himself at that. While watching you slide on the shorts all he could think about was pushing you onto the bed ass up. Your body shaking like a leaf, asking him in a small voice what he was doing, moving your ass trying to get away from his touch. He wanted to pin you down and stroke his cock into your tight body. He almost let out a little moan, his fantasy cut short when you moved to the bed to sit next to him.  

“Yeah, we’re grown and respect that” He didn’t. You hummed at his response, a little smile on your face.  

“So, there is a party tonight if you are up for it, Chad wants us to go” lightly rocking into your shoulder. You were thinking it over. 

“I don’t know...I have homework to catch up on and-“ Ethan cut you off.  

“Come on! It will be fun, and I'll be with you the whole time, we’ll cut loose and dance our asses off” Ethan stood up and pulled you on your feet and danced around you, you couldn’t help but laugh at him. He loved hearing your laughter, it filled his heart and dick swell.  

“Okay sure, I’ll go, only cause you’re so talented at dancing” You joke. 

“Yes!” Ethan pulled you into a tight hug. He loved the smell of you, your strawberry shampoo filled his nose. Your soft skin smelled sweet like candy. You always used sweet smelling lotions, and not the kind that gives you a headache; he swears he could spot your scent a mile away. His nose practically had It memorized.

He was intoxicated with your scent, breathing a little heavy now, lost in his thoughts. He felt his pants tighten and his growing erection pressed against your lower belly.  

“Um Ethan...” was all you said. He pulled away quickly moving his hands in front of his growing boner. “I’m sorry” It was all he could think to say. “It’s okay, its normal” you say clearing your throat. You never made him feel uncomfortable even in these moments. You had a big family and had older brothers, so you understood telling him boys will be boys.

You didn’t know Ethan’s feelings for you were not normal, it controlled his thoughts most of the time. He was always imagining you sinking onto his cock basically all day. Or when he was feeling soft, just imagining you cooking him dinner, being his sweet little housewife, cuddling all day, you both growing old together.  

“What should I wear to this party?” you asked, breaking Ethan from his consuming thoughts. You were in your closet running your fingers over your clothes.  

“Something light, it’s going to be hot tonight” you were thinking it over, your face scrunched up in thought. Ethan mostly wanted to see you in a skimpy little dress, walking around the party knowing his best friend was the most gorgeous person in the room, damned any guy that looked twice at you, knowing he would be the only one to touch you.

Ethan had a plan tonight, he wanted to take what was his. Ethan’s couldn’t stand just being friends anymore. He wanted more of you and tonight would make it a little easier to have you. You broke his thoughts.

“what about this?” You slipped out of closet wearing a crop top and tight pink mini skirt. Ethan saw you dressed up before of course, but every time it was like it was like the first time. You were comfortable in your body, you were naturally beautiful, always looking doe-eyed and full of wonder.

“Yup that’s the one, you look so beautiful” Ethan sighed happily as you fidgeted in the mirror, still deciding if it looks good. “You look amazing, just wear it” Ethan walked over to you standing so close with his hands on your shoulders.  

“Yeah, you’re right, thank you Ethan” you plant a light kiss to his cheek and turn to the closet to change back to what you were wearing. You kiss Ethan on the cheek all the time, your way of saying thank you, it wasn’t anything more than that to you. But to Ethan it felt like he was the first kiss all over again. No, better than his first kiss. His first kiss-regrettably wasn’t with you, it was with a sweet girl at summer camp when he was twelve. No coincidence, she looked like you. He was missing you that summer and had a void to fill but that void stayed as empty as Satan's heart that summer. He only wanted you more after that summer.  

“Alright I'll leave you to it, I’ll see you tonight” Ethan announced while you played around in the closet. 

“Okay Ethan, see you later” He turned around and pocketed your panties. Well, he did try to control himself for a little bit.  

When you both made it to the party, Chad quickly grabbed you both some drinks, Ethan pretended to drink, he couldn’t be drunk tonight he wanted to be as aware as possible.

That didn’t stop him from feeding you drinks though. Partly he knew you wanted to really let go tonight after a few stressful exams and he wanted you more suggestible for his own sick gain. The night was young, the party was lively and full, the crowd of people pushing you closer together.

He didn’t leave your sight all night, he was holding onto you tightly, especially when someone would try to talk to you, staring draggers at any man that approached you. Ethan would never forget this night, you kissed him.

You were whispering with Chad then suddenly you kissed him. It felt like a real kiss, you leaned in and kissed his pink lips. It was soft and gentle, even better than what his mind would come up with almost every night. 

You kissed him a second too long, running your tongue across his bottom lip, you pulled away and laughed like it was the funniest thing ever.

You said Chad dared you and you never said no to a dare. Ethan was bursting with happiness inside; it wasn’t a joke to him. That kiss woke up something dark inside of him.

He was hungry for you and craved nothing more than to kiss you again. You went back to dancing like nothing happened, Ethan didn’t let go of you after that, afraid you would take back the kiss somehow.  

“Bathroom” you slurred, making your way past the crowd. “I’ll come with-" Ethan said holding on your arm. “I’m a big girl, E” you let out a sigh, shaking his hand off.  

“Don’t fall in” he yelled. You jokily gave him the finger.  

After a while Ethan got shaky, wondering why you were taking so long to come back. Ethan told Chad he’ll be back, he started looks in all the bathrooms in this ridiculously big frat house. When he couldn’t find you, he looked in the bedrooms upstairs. He opens the door at the end of the hallway. 

His eyes light up when he finds you lying on a bed, eyes shut, breathing softly. He smiled warmly, shaking his head at you in this intoxicated state. You drank a lot, mixing different liquors, he knew you would pass out eventually.

He didn’t slow you down or make any meaningful attempt to stop you. He was hoping for it, not that he wanted you sick but looking at you now, laid out on your back legs spread he couldn’t help looking at your cute underwear under your riled up skirt.

He just wanted you free and open to his ideas, he was going to wait to take you home but why pass up the chance now? Ethan shut the door behind him, locking it, he couldn’t risk anyone coming in or having you leave the room. 

Ethan watched you sleep for a moment; he shook you lightly calling your name. You just hummed at him. He was okay with that, Ethan climbed on the bed lying next to you. He cupped your face, lightly brushing his hands down your soft cheek.

He couldn’t take it anymore, already shifting feeling himself becoming hard. He leaned in and softly kissed your lips for the second time tonight. It was heavenly; your soft lips tasted like cotton candy and liquor. His kisses only became more aggressive for you. Ethan moaned tasting your lips, he let his teeth sink into your bottom lip lightly. You react to that, sightly flinching.

Ethan smiles and runs his hand down your body, brushing over your chest and down to your exposed panties. He runs a finger over your wet core, your body quivers with his gentle touch. He rubs you again his slim fingers brushing over your clit.

Ethan moans into your neck. He quickly pushes your underwear down, he climbs on top of you, rutting his clothed boner into your core. Ethan never felt so good he felt like he would cum just by doing this. Your soft breathing picks up.

His pants are damp from your slick, only making his need grow more. Ethan looked at your face, it was twisted with discomfort. Even in this moment Ethan couldn’t help but find you so beautiful. He didn’t feel sorry about touching you without you knowing you were his best friend. He would do anything to make you his.

Ethan pushed his finger into your wet core. You hummed and he pushed in again, making you squirm. Your eyes slowly opened adjusting to the sight on top of you.  

“What” you mumbled, you were still dazed and confused about what was going on.  

“It’s okay, Y/N it’s your Ethan” he said in a soft tone trying to reassure you everything was okay.  

“E-Ethan?” you questioned, unsure if you were dreaming. Ethan finger was still exploring your cunt, making loud sounds as he pushed deeper, you let out a choked moan.  

“Yes baby, only me. Your best friend” Ethan said like it was normal to have a finger up in your best friend. “No Ethan stop” you slurred; your drunken state made it hard to move your body. You tried to sit up, Ethan quickly pushed you back down.  

“Don’t move, it’s fine” Ethan planted a kiss on your lips, you rubbed your eyes like it would change what was happening to you. Ethan accounted for this, it was okay he knew you couldn’t fight him off, he’s stronger and always has been. Ethan removed his finger it was wet he licked it clean, moaning at the taste of you on him.  

You started to cry “Y/N, hey don’t cry, I would never hurt you” Ethan pulled his pants down, rubbing his cock on your entrance. You weakly pushed at him again, he didn’t move an inch.

“Just stop, no I don’t want it” your words were hard to hear between your cries. “You do want it; I know you do. You love me” Ethan voice was loud, a dark edge to it. Your blood ran cold. He was right, you did love him but not like this, never like this. You pushed him again, Ethan grabbed your wrists pinning them above your head, you struggled in his tight grip.   

“Don’t make me tie your hands up, I will” Ethan warned you in a soft voice. He didn’t want to hurt you, but a little pain to make you understand he wasn’t fucking around, he would make you his tonight.  

“Why?” You whined, your lip shaking. “Why? because I love you Y/N, I love you” Ethan breathed into your mouth. Your eyes went wide and before you could say anything Ethan pushed himself inside of you and kissed your lips hard. He moaned into your mouth, shushing any objections to his confession. Ethan couldn’t handle how good it felt too finally be inside of you. Your mind went blank, shock strong on your face. Ethan didn’t care too focused on the wet feeling his cock hitting your insides.  

“No E, this isn’t love” you cry out. Ethan thrusted into you again harder this time “You’ve been mine all my life, now we’re connected. We’re one.” You break one of your wrists free of his grip and scratch Ethan in the face, a little blood trickle out. Ethan usually sweet eyes went dark, his face twisted with pain. Ethan wraps his hands around your neck. So much for not hurting you.

“Don’t you understand? You’re my everything, I love you!” Ethan shouted in your face, making you only cry harder. Ethan humps into you roughly, his cock dragging against your walls, your tight cunt squeezed him tightly.

“I’m sorry, I can’t help it you feel so good” Ethan whimpered, he let your neck go and you let out a little cough. “Ethan, I won’t be mad, just-just stop now” your breathing sped up, your pleas not being heard. “I can’t stop, I'm sorry Y/N, so sorry” Ethan cries out. He wraps your legs around his waist, pushing himself deeper into you. “Fuck, it’s not my fault” Ethan strokes your face staring to your eyes “Forget everyone who touched you before. Your pussy belongs to me. Your body. Your heart. Y/N all mine.”

The light in your eyes dimmed, Ethan pressed into you, he knows you’ll come around to him that you’ll be his forever. Ethan held you so tight hugging you, you couldn’t breathe under him. He was suffocating you, filling you up in a way you never imagined, he scared you in this moment, it made your heart break. You didn’t know Ethan could do something so heinous.  

Ethan could feel himself getting close, he smiled thinking about coming deep into you, filling your perfect hole with his seed, he wants to be his little wife, you having all his babies. It filled Ethan with Joy, he breathed into your neck, shivers ran down your body. He planted kisses on your neck. His movements got sloppier as he melted into you, he grabbed your face roughly.

”Tell me you’ll never leave me; tell me you love it” Ethan panted out. You don’t say anything, you’re too choked up to speak. “Say it, say it” Ethan moaned his fingers digging into your face.

“I-I love it. I w-won't leave you...ever Ethan” you manage, your weepy voice making it hard to understand. Ethan only cared about your words, ignoring your discomfort.

“Fuck, I can’t take it. I'm going to cum inside you, make you mine” You try to shift away, your protests and no's falling deaf to Ethan ears, even though you know he could hear you. Ethan thrusted hard into, he strutters, milking himself into your unwanted hole.

Ethan didn’t move, he clung to you like a moth to a flame. You let out a silence sob, feeling Ethan’s warm cum inside you. Ethan pulled out slowly, he looked at your crying face, he kisses your cheeks softly. You laid there silently for a while. You couldn’t move, and you were scared to talk. Ethan finally broke the thick silence

“I know you don’t understand now. But you will, I'm never letting you go. You were made for me” Ethan bared his wild eyes into you. You let out a cry again, Ethan held you close, shushing you lightly. You were scared because you knew Ethan would keep his promise to you. After a decade of friendship Ethan never broke his promises, why would he start now? 

[odessastone]

Even though he falls into the old “We have to make our civil rights leader villain kick puppies so he doesn’t seem too sympathetic” cliche, I do think they’ve created a really interesting situation with Ramattra wrt the whole concept of his creation. Like, he wasn’t created by humans like most other omnics. He was created by the hands of a God AI that he can’t communicate with anymore. He can’t ask why it truly made him. He can’t ask what he should do now that he has a choice. All he knows is that the force that created him believed wholeheartedly that the world would be better off without human beings in it. And he’s seen very little to prove otherwise.

Also, the repeated implications that Ramattra seems like he isn’t sure he wants to keep living - the way he says he wishes he could meet Aurora to ask her why she gave him sentience. The surprise from Sojourn that he’s showing his face openly, because that makes him so much easier to kill. The comments the characters make about the robots he sends having a reckless, suicidal fighting style, and how that “may reflect the feelings of their creator”.

It’s very dark, particularly for Overwatch, and tremendously tragic. This isn’t some mastermind trying to further their own philosophies, like Doomfist or Moira. This is a being in extreme pain and distress, who feels like he’s capable of contributing nothing to this world but violence - towards both others and himself.

[anxiousnerdwritings]

Can I ask what it would be like if Joanna!lookalike!reader were to saaaayyy…. Marry Oberyn Martell? No doubt the Lannisters would be absolutely FURIOUS and at first, Oberyn sees this as a chance to get back at them for the death of his sister Elia and her children but reader is just absolutely happy in Dorne because she loves the silk dresses that allow easier movement and much easier to “breathe” so to speak. She probably even wears the colours of House Martell but she doesn’t want to interfere with her husband and Ellaria’s relationship. Plus she gets to be close to her nice Myrcella in Dorne ☺️

Joanna!lookalike!Reader isn’t stupid or gullible, they see Oberyn and the Martell’s ulterior motives but this also gets them some space away from there own suffocating family. They hate that they have to leave Tommen, Tyrion and Jaime behind but they get to be closer to Myrcella and keep her company. That’s also one of the excuses Joanna!lookalike gives Cersei when she’s trying desperately to get the Reader to stay and not be married off. And for a moment it does make Cersei step back and think about her Myrcella but then it sinks in that the Martells will now have two of Cersei’s most treasured possessions. Her anxiety and paranoia over the situation will only worsen, especially as she’s forced to watch her darling Joanna!lookalike sail away with Oberyn.

Given that Joanna!lookalike is very accepting and tolerating of Oberyn and Ellaria’s relationship, I could see them both very easily falling into their own obsession to the Reader. Especially seeing the Reader take on the House Martell colors as their own and adjusting to Dorne being their new home, as well as trying to be on good terms with Oberyn’s daughters when he introduces the Reader to them. Although, I feel like he would be more likely to do that once he has a good idea of how thei marriage with them is going to work out and when his own obsession kicks in he’ll have a meeting with his daughters beforehand to ensure that they are civil with the Reader when meeting them.

I definitely think that Jonna!lookalike wearing the Martell colors and going around making Dorne their home would certainly help the Martells and Sand Snakes to distance the Reader from the rest of House Lannister. They’re able to not only see the Reader as their own person but also now as a part of House Martell. The Martells still very much have their grievances towards House Lannister but in this case Joanna!lookalike is their only exception. And of course also Myrcella.

Cersei would be completely in hysterics with her daughter and the Reader gone from her overprotective and watchful eye. She is overwhelmed with anxiety and paranoia at not being able to know everything going on with either of them. She will constantly write to both Joanna!lookalike and Myrcella. She definitely sought out information from Myrcella about what is really going on and how well the Reader is truly being treated in Dorne. Cersei will justify her over abundance of letters and questions to the Reader as just being worried about Myrcella and how she is in Dorne. Cersei isn’t stupid either, she can feel the Reader pulling away from her by the inconsistency in letters back from them and their vague answers/chitchat. And she doesn’t take too well to it at all. She completely believes that the Martells are overseeing the Reader’s letters and forcing them to only answer what the Martells want them to. Cersei wholeheartedly is under the impression that Joanna!lookalike and Oberyn’s marriage was nothing but the Martells taking yet another Lannister hostage and that only adds to her already festering paranoia.

Tyrion, Tommen and Jaime are the ones who get more information from the Reader regarding their new life in Dorne. They still don’t divulge all that much more than what Cersei gets but it’s still something. Especially for Tyrion to hold over Cersei’s head when he feels he needs to. Cersei will totally have Tommen and Jaime give their letters over to her to read herself so that she can have more information about what’s going on with the Reader in Dorne.

Tywin would be the one to plan a visit to Dorne or rather have the Martells come visit King’s Landing with the Reader. Imagine House Lannister’s joy at the Reader finally coming to visit only for all that joy to turn into shock and horror upon seeing how pregnant the Reader is. Not only that but Oberyn and Ellaria being all over their darling’s swollen belly and keeping everyone else at an arm’s length away from them for both the Reader and the child’s safety.

Also, given that the Mountain is Joannalookalike’s sworn guard I have no doubt that Oberyn and Doran planned to have Oberyn marry the Reader to lure Gregor to Dorne so that they could finally get revenge for Elia. I mean of course Tywin and Cersei would send the Mountain to Dorne with the Reader to ensure their safety and to report back to them about everything going on there and how their Joanna!lookalike is being treated. The Martells may have also thought that Tywin would be inclined to come down to Dorne too, to make a visit and check things there for his beloved Joanna!lookalike.

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The contrast on the loneliness Simon and Wille experience during s1e6

One thing I really loved about the way s1 wraps up is exactly the stark contrast between the loneliness Simon and Wille experience after everything blows out of proportion. In this post, I'll delve a bit on what aspects of their loneliness really differ and how fascinating – although utterly tragic – that is.

Spoiler ahead!

Simon

Simon is left alone to deal with the scrutiny and harrassment from the leaked video after Wille not only denies being in it but also affirms he's not emotionally involved with anyone. Simon feels his world crumble down when he finds out through Ayub about the prince’s statement.

It comes as a bullet through his heart because up until that very moment, he had believed Wille wholeheartedly. Wille had said time and time again that he wouldn't say what his mom wanted him to say, that they would face it together, and still. Simon had learned that he was thrown alone to the wolves through his friend and not from Wille himself. Simon feels betrayed by the boy he loves and decides to distance himself from him because he simply can't trust Wille not to hurt him anymore.

Simon is all alone to deal with the exposure of their intimacy, but at very least, he has friends and his mom to support him at home — although the person who mattered the most is missing.

Wille

Wille finds safety and protection in denying any involvement with Simon in that video and also basks in the crown's PR management to keep the rumors about him at bay. However, Wille feels extremely lonely in this small secured space he made for himself. He doesn't have friends to comfort him, his beloved brother is dead, his mother only cares about the family's reputation and his cousin is to blame for all of this. And, on top of that, he lost the boy he loves the moment he betrayed his trust, the moment he acted like a prince and not like someone who cares about Simon.

The scene with Wille hanging up on his mom showcases this perfectly. There's a background chilling music as he talks to her, revealing how anxious and distressed he is about finding out it was August who ruined his life. And when his own mother reveals she had known it for days — inadvertently telling us that he could have done things differently if he had known too, that he could have tried being himself for once, that he didn't have to break his word to Simon — he hangs up on her and everything is silent.

Everything is quiet and Wille is alone in the school yard, small and fragile and all by himself.

(Also props to that one lone tear rolling down, really made this scene hurt that much more)

He has literally no one to turn to, not even Simon because he lost him the moment he denied having any emotional bond with him. And because of what? Because his mom said it would be worse if he didn't? The same mom that knew it should be August suffering and taking the blame in his place but decided that it was easier to deny Wille his happiness, claiming it was all a sick way to honor his dead brother?

At the very last scene of the episode, Wille hugs Simon close and apologizes to him. He says he's sorry because he knows he hurt him for nothing. He's sorry because they lost this precious thing they were nurturing together because Wille was scared and did what was best for his mother and not for them.

In that moment Wille had just removed August from his family and he just realized he couldn't trust his mother either.

Simon & Wille

He says he loves Simon, and Simon can't say it back because, in the end, it doesn't matter. Simon was left alone to fend for himself. Wille claiming he loves him won't change that fact. He can't love someone who will leave him the moment push comes to shove.

And, in the very end, Simon is once again walking alone in between all the students that recognizes him from the sex-tape with the prince that denies any involvement with him — although he has his sister by his side, supporting him through it at the moment. Meanwhile, Wille is safely seated inside his ride. There's no prying eyes around him, no distress from being judged by others. He is, however, completely alone in this small box of steel, no one to care for him for who he is.

And the worst part of it all is that he put himself there.

In conclusion, I love how painful it is to watch the way they distance themselves from each other. They both feel terribly lonely, in ways and proportions the other can't even begin to grasp, but both equally harshly. I didn't make this post to try and point out who suffered more in this whole scandal, they both suffered greatly and there's denying that. And it all makes it all the more interesting to watch the way they clash and beat their heads during s2, clumsily finding their way into understanding the other's perspective and realizing that August's revenge porn and everything that came after that doesn't define them.

Wille can right his wrongs. Simon can attempt to trust Wille again. But that shall be an analysis to another post.

[polarisbibliotheque]

Hii!! so i just want to say first that i love love the way you write dmc fanfics. The way you just understand them, makes all their action seem like something they'd do. And well, if it doesn't bother you, may I ask a few advices on how to write Vergil, young and current? I'm trying to write a story and I think your input would be very helpful since you're probably the most accurate Vergil writer there is. Thank you andI just want to say that your fics helped me out a lot mentally. Thank you for bringing the characters to life 🫶

You just left me floored, loved to death, giggling like a 7 year old in public, and I thank you wholeheartedly for that 🖤🖤

First of all, thank you SO much for your words - and wow, I am absurdly flattered that you think so highly of me as a writer, really! I mean, I'm just writing my crazy shenanigans here, I don't expect much hahahaha words like yours make my day and, honestly, you made my whole week!

I am SO happy what I write helped you mentally. I do write to help myself in that regard too, and seeing I was able to have an impact on someone else, it makes everything worth it. That's what Dante would have wanted :')

Asking me for advice doesn't bother me AT ALL! Feel free to ask anytime you want it - by all means I see myself as someone so good as to give advice, but I've gained some experience and it's always good to share! Maybe I'll say something that makes sense to you!

So, without further ado, a few advices on writing Vergil - young and current - down the cut 'cause I haven't written it yet, but knowing myself, I know it's gonna be big :)

(spoiler: it's huge *puts on fool hat and jingles away*)

I sprinkled some things here and there about Dante and Vergil on this blog, but I think it'll be nice putting it all together in one place!

I recently got an ask about which MBTI personality I think it's Dante and Vergil, and there's a LOT on BOTH of their characters in there. You can find it here.

(I won't repeat the things I wrote there, 'cause oh boy this one's got bigger than I expected)

But oh, Verge, this little emotionally constipated goth man *sighs* he's Mr. Darcy from Pride and Prejudice. I'm not even joking.

But all of that aside, I do keep a few things in mind when writing him. I've said before I have many similar personality traits with him and I think it makes it easier for me to write this little bitch (affectionate).

Vergil is pretty much shaped by his trauma. You could argue Dante is as well, but differently from his twin brother, Vergil never really found acceptance. Yes, the twins lived through the same thing but the fact that Eva managed to save Dante and not Vergil is crucial to both characters.

Dante has survivor's guilt and depression from all that happened. He can't keep a deep connection to save his life, 'cause he keeps everyone at bay - he thinks his demonic blood is a curse and he is the reason everyone perishes. So it's best if people keep away from him.

But even with that, Dante loves being around people. It's what makes him so fond of his human part and, in my opinion, it's what made Dante healthier than Vergil. He seeks connection and humanity, he wants to use his strength to protect the weak - like Eva once used hers and sacrificed herself to protect and save him. That is crucial to Dante's character.

Vergil, in the other hand, believed for a LONG time he was left for dead. That his mother chose to save his brother because she loved Dante more and Vergil was left to die. He was left all alone in the cold, in a cemetery filled with demons who slaughtered him in quite a gruesome manner. If he hadn't find the rage, strength and power inside of himself that day, he wouldn't have survived.

Vergil learned he is on his own, his own family didn't love him (even if he was wrong, that's the impression he had for a LONG time) and the only one he could count on was himself. That made him withdraw completely: be wary of people and their intentions, shut himself to the world, allow only strength and power to come through his personality and keep his vulnerabilities and feelings shut down in the darkest and most protected place of himself because if he didn't, that could be his death.

Vergil didn't learn to protect the weak, because he wasn't protected when he was weak. He learned to survive, because when he needed the most, no one was there and his own will was the only thing that could save him. If he had given up, he would've died - no one would come, no knight in shiny armor, no powerful protecting demon, no sacrificing loving human mother.

✨That's why he's an asshole✨

Hahahaha jokes aside, that's why he's so laser focused on power, I think. When he was younger (around DMC 3), he finds Dante again and there's a hatred for his brother because he believed he was left to die and wasn't loved as much as Dante (as always, our red devil being a clueless himbo who just got lucky to be around Eva, poor guy). He wants to prove he is better than Dante, that he was worth something, that he too was worth saving - even more than his brother.

To some extent, up until that moment in DMC 3, Vergil is better than Dante (regarding power). He's got a lot of knowledge and control over his demonic heritage, things Dante didn't even know he could do. But Vergil is so blinded by his hurt and in so much pain he can only deem himself worthy if he beats Dante down, if he wins, if he gets all the power in the world.

I don't think he ever wanted to kill Dante - he just wanted to win. Like a kid, going "see, mom, dad, I win, I'm worth as much as Dante!!" - quite tragic, really.

With his power thing, it's not a desire for power for it's own sake, but as an armor. Given everything that happened to him, that Vergil has this thing of "only I can protect myself and I can count only on myself to save my life", it's very understandable that his logic takes him to the path of "if I am the most powerful being in this world, I will never bleed and I will never hurt again".

So, even if he says on the outside he is power hungry because he wants to honor his demonic heritage and humans are weak, on the inside it's actually that he's trying to carve his heart out from himself so he won't feel nothing and stop hurting - as well as gain all the power he can so NO ONE can make him feel scared, vulnerable, weak and powerless like he did that night when no one appeared to help him.

Vergil hides his pain under a mask of cruelty and hubris - since being honest means being vulnerable to him and that is something he's got a deep aversion to.

Current Verge has dragged himself out of Hell in a crumbling body. If Dante hadn't "killed" him as Nelo Angelo, he probably would've never been free of his shackles with Mundus, but once again he was left for dead (even if not intentionally, I know Dante would have gone through all the layers of Hell to bring his brother back, but VERGIL doesn't know that). Once again, Vergil had to muster all his will, his power, his demonic heritage to drag himself out of that godforsaken place.

He didn't know Nero was his son, he just took Yamato back 'cause he didn't really had time to explain everything that was going on. Vergil was on the brink of death, it's not like he could think logically about everything he was doing and weight pros and cons. He needed to survive. That's what he does.

It's only when he separated his human and demon parts that he came to realize a bunch of things - because Vergil never really had time to do anything else other than surviving; and thinking too much, going over your feelings and past trauma, doesn't do anything good when you're stuck in survival mode (been there, done that).

After he gets both of his parts together and goes back to being Vergil, he knows a lot more than he did before, because V allowed his heart to feel and to process all that pain he didn't allow himself to process before - because if he did, he would probably break, like V himself was falling to pieces.

He knows his mother loved him. He knows it wasn't Dante's fault. He knows it was all a tragedy and no one is to blame - he knows he wasn't left there to die: Eva died trying to get to him. It honestly changes everything he's been thinking for the past 40 (if I'm not wrong...?) years.

That's why he wonders, if he was in Dante's place all those years ago, would that change something? And honestly, it probably would. Because everything Vergil did was from a wound he couldn't bring himself to heal from that fateful night.

Therefore, current Vergil is a lot more accepting to his feelings - but internally only, he won't let it show. He also understands his thing of wanting to surpass Dante wasn't his brother's fault and it's something he has to work on.

Not saying he won't be a little bitch sparring with Dante all the time and keeping score over stupid stuff, because that's EXACTLY how these two function - but now Vergil is fueled by healthy sibling rivalry and fun instead of inferiority complex and pain/hatred.

Vergil's path is a lot similar to Anakin from Star Wars: fear leads to anger, anger leads to hate and hate leads to the Dark Side of the Force. If the Jedi Council had understood Anakin's upbringing as a slave, his deep love for his mother - and for all the beings on the Universe, I argue, because he did want to become a Jedi to free all slaves - his overflowing empathy, his deep feelings, his love for Padmé, etc., Anakin wouldn't find himself vulnerable to the grooming of an older man who saw all this and took the opportunity to twist it all to make him feel pain, fear, anger and hate.

If Qui-Gon Jin had trained Anakin he would've never turned to the Dark Side, I will DIE on this hill and fight EVERYONE, even if I love Obi-Wan

Star Wars ramblings aside, that's Vergil in a nutshell. And I think with him older, currently, he can finally see all of that, because he had a chance to be just demonic, as Urizen, and just human, as V - noticing how everything that happened to him shaped him to feel pain, fear, anger and hate, doing desperate things to protect himself and feel safe.

I argue Vergil hasn't felt safe for a single day in his whole lifetime, and that matters. Because in the end, that's how I write him: a wounded stray dog who knows only pain and hatred from the outside world.

If you try to approach him, he'll first bare his teeth, bark and try to bite you - not because he's mean, but because he's stuck in survival mode and that's his first response to ANYTHING. Just like a wounded stray, you have to approach carefully, offer kindness and show him you're not there to hurt him.

And just like a stray dog, he'll eventually melt and accept that kindness - he just has NO IDEA how that feels like.

✨What about Nero's mother, I hear you ask?✨

Hahahaha so that one I have some doubts myself. I often imagine two scenarios and I still haven't chose one of them to satisfy my heart HAHAHAHA

That might be me projecting, of course, but because of ALL THAT, I don't see Vergil as being open to relationships and one night stands - he takes things too seriously, and that's part of his character.

He either decided to try it out empirically with a one night stand with someone who was kind to him and he wanted to understand that kind of experience to understand himself better and out of curiosity (look, I know this sounds crazy, but that's exactly what I did on my first kiss with a super random guy at a party and I was like "oh, well, that's not for me, I'm gonna stick to kissing people I love, this sucks" and it took a weight off my shoulders)

oooooor he was treated with kindness for the first time in his life and that broke him for a while, he melted under a soft touch and gentle words and couldn't resist trying out new experiences he only had by proxy from his books - and when he woke up next morning, he was reminded how broken he is, how powerless, how not worthy of love not even from his own mother, and left because that would lead to nowhere. Because of him. Because he wasn't worth it - she probably fell for his looks, his heritage, his outside, but when she knew his inside she would run in horror.

Again, Vergil has a lot of issues, the poor man.

When I'm writing Nemesis, we have young Vergil - laser focused on power, proud as fuck, stepping over anything and everything to get what he wants, because life favors the ones who survive. The weak ones should die, that's the law of the jungle and he won't waste his time saving those who can't do it for themselves like he did for himself. When he sees the reader struggling to keep fighting him to protect others, he sees not only Eva, but himself in a will of a survivor who will go through excruciating pain to save themselves. He values that and admires that - admiring the reader as an enemy and having utmost respect.

When he's older, he's trying. And he has a LOT to learn - but his partner has to understand he's the stray dog who knows nothing but harshness. Vergil is quiet, methodical and disciplined, knowing how to live only with himself as company. But now he has a family: he has his brother back, he has a son, he has the whole crew to live alongside him. That's new, harrowing and comforting at the same time.

So, when in doubt, think about how a wounded animal would react - and how you would have to act to be able to approach and help.

Vergil, differently from Dante, is forever stuck in survival mode and has forsaken his humanity so he could keep going. As a younger man, he's ruthless and won't spare efforts to get what he wants because he is desperately trying to not feel vulnerable and worthless as he usually feels. As an older man, he's trying - in his own stupid Mr. Darcy way - to recover, to understand himself better and finally heal that horrible wound in his heart.

But of course. He is still proud, observing, regal and prone to overkill here and there and showing off his skills. These are all inherent to his personality.

(Also. Vergil enjoys some dumb fun sometimes - he only lets it show a tiny little bit when competing with Dante over ANYTHING. If Dante says he can eat a cheeseburger in three bites, Vergil will go above and beyond to eat it in two. Everyone thinks he's just being stupidly competitive with Dante and wants to win against his brother no matter what, but that's just his way of being fun)

Phew! That's quite a lot on the blue devil! Hahaha it isn't everything I keep in mind - of course there are the other things like him being reserved, more on the quiet side, intellectual, methodical, a lover of beauty (like literature, philosophy, poems, etc.), stupidly independent... But I think those traits are more "worldwide" known.

If you take all his trauma and how it affected him into consideration, I think, his personality follows easily. You understand a lot better how he would react in certain situations - in the end, that's what being a writer is all about: creating characters and watching how all of them react to situations given their backgrounds and baggage!

I'm so sorry it's such a HUGE answer, but I do hope it helps. There's a lot to unpack and I didn't want to just "oi, he's a traumatized asshole, that's it" - because you miss the nuances if you just work with that perspective.

Thanks a lot for asking, though, I had fun writing this little essay on Vergil, the man, the myth, the legend HAHAHAHAHAHA

Hope you have a nice weekend and have fun writing!! If you need any advice, even on writing in general, you can always ask me again! As you can see, I'm happy to help and I do love sharing what I know xD

[janus-stanus]

[reposting a bit from this fic on its own (and cut down in places) for anyone who needs it today. i love you. please survive.]

“I would like to try something. If you’d be so courteous as to humor me.”

The lump under the covers offers no resistance.

Janus presses a hand to his chest, just below his neck. When he speaks again, it’s all tea and honey.

“Things are going to be okay.”

Thomas doesn’t look at him, in the hopes it’ll make the words easier to swallow. Like how things were before a face was put to the voice. Before everything got thrown off by the label “Deceit”.

But it doesn’t work. The sentiment rings hollow. Empty calories.

“It will be okay,” the side repeats, now turned to face him.

Thomas sighs. “I want to believe you,” he says, his throat horse.

“You don’t have to believe me,” Janus tells him, tone wavering. “You don’t have to believe anything I’m saying. Frankly, knowing what you know, you shouldn’t.” His hands turn and twist and fold into each other. “You just… you have to trust me.”

Thomas’s face scrunches. He’s pretty sure what Janus just said is inherently self-contradictory (not that that wouldn’t be in line for him). Or maybe his brain is just too gunked up from the… everything of it all.

“Look at me, Thomas.”

It comes out too sharp. It always does these days.

Still, Thomas lifts his head. Of course, his eyes are already watering, for the third time in as many hours. But he could swear that there are pinpricks of tears in Janus’s, too.

It’s the snake’s turn to sigh. “Here’s the thing, Thomas. I told you I’d be more honest with you. So here’s the truth: I can’t give you what you want right now.” The confession is slow and painful, like that old saying of drawing blood from a stone. “I’m not your optimism, or your hopes; I’m not the one you’d want to turn to for answers, or a plan. Those parts of you will be here when you’re ready to hear them.

“All I can give you is what you need, for this moment. You just, have to trust me.” He gulps to clear his throat. “And, again, you probably - I’d understand if you…”

A thousand different sentences seem to wordlessly slide off Janus’s tongue.

“I’m here,” he eventually chokes out. “So. Please.” 

Through the mist building up in his eyes, Thomas sees a softer, younger Janus.

And, in him, he sees his younger self. The Thomas who clung to every scrap of affirmation, of hope, of love, even those that were self-gifted. The Thomas who trusted, wholeheartedly, the voice that was a suaver, sweeter, stronger version of his own, telling him whatever he most needed to hear.

The Thomas who believed them all. Who believed in himself.

He scrubs away the liquid buildup, and that Thomas is gone. Except, he’s not. He’s still here. In him, and all of his sides.

“Of course I trust you, Janus,” he says, sitting up.

The side in question blinks, then coughs. “Ah. Wonderful.”

He takes a breath. Thomas imitates.

“Good. Now listen: things will be okay.” He takes a second to figure out how to proceed. “I can’t tell you how; certainly not when. But they will be.”

Somehow, Thomas feels himself smiling already. But it’s a flickering, fragile thing.

Janus imitates him this time, though his smile is much more bittersweet. Almost nostalgic.

“They will be,” he continues, “not because the laws of the universe demand it, not because one person believing so is all it takes, but because there are people like you. And your friends. And Nico.”

Thomas’s eyes light up at the mere mention of him.

“Good people.” He visibly cringes as he says it but recovers swiftly. “So many of them, who will do whatever they can to help.”

The words taste so sweet they’re almost sour. But the most potent medicine never tastes good.

“They’ll take care of each other, sacrifice for each other, out of compassion, out of spite, out of sheer stubbornness,” he spits, voice rumbling, “and yes, it’s stupid of them, but-”

He catches himself tumbling into unhelpful honesty.

“Nevermind that. The, so… I…” He falters. “People, some people, will try. And they’ll mess up, for sure; they might just make things worse, if all they have are directionless good intentions. You - they, they’ll get caught up in their own problems, and won’t get help. They’ll make choices, so focused on predicting the future that they keep repeating the past. You know, you…” The water in his eyes is bubbling over. “You know all that. You know, people, like that. The, the point is-”

And Thomas embraces him.

It’s fortunate Janus is imaginary, or he likely would have passed out in the first few seconds with how tightly Thomas squeezes his torso. Instead, they stay there, for some irrelevant number of minutes, Janus’s shirt soaking up Thomas’s tears and snot.

When the snake notices that his own face is wet, he attempts to wipe the precipitation dry discreetly. It proves to be a losing battle.

“The point is,” he eventually concludes, “You’ll survive. You’ll go through all that, again and again, and you’ll survive. For at least as long as I have anything to say about it. Or those other people who love you, I suppose. Because that’s the miserable existence we’ve been cursed with.”

Thomas hopes the other sides are experiencing this moment. They all deserve it.

“Thank you,” he croaks. “For… for everything.”

Janus collects himself, rolling back his now sticky sleeves, straightening his collapsed spine, and taking a few breathes, before he responds.

“Just doing what I can.”

[sky-is-the-limit]

My opinion on Dutch van der Linde.

Ever since I started playing this game, I've seen many fans claim that the change happened when Dutch hit his head etc or blame it on everything else but the man himself so I wanted to pitch in and say my opinion as someone who went from adoring him to hating him even more than Micah. Way more.

I truly believe that this man was always a manipulative narcissist with a 'hero complex' just to feed his delusions that he was an idealistic leader, a good man with big dreams who had such a big heart to take weaker people in, only to use them for his arrogant ambitions and throw them out when they'd no longer 'need' him or start questioning his means to achieve whatever he set his mind to.

Arthur was used for his loyalty to be a brainless soldier that would not raise his voice, never question, never ask for further explanation and always blindly follow orders to pay him off for his act of kindness, to take Arthur in when he was a child and give him a family.

When Dutch realised that Arthur was starting to become his own man and disagree with the dangerous and hopeless plans to a "better life", Dutch turned to the only man who openly voiced that he disliked Arthur and was shamelessly kissing his ass for his own selfish reasons (Micah).

Dutch raised a weapon and when that weapon was no longer needed, he threw it out. He didn't raise him as a son, he gave Arthur that illusion to have his blinded/unconditional dedication and love. Because a son is not meant to go against his father but to take orders and do as he's told.

Now John, I think he was always a wild card for Dutch. Yes, he raised him to be just like Arthur, but in the end, he could not tame him. And what did he do when John was locked up, in serious trouble and about to get killed? He found the easiest way to get rid of a future problem. Because if 'loyal Arthur' was starting to voice concerns, imagine John.

Though they had disagreements and fights, John was always loyal to Arthur. It was clear that if Arthur was to stray away from Dutch, John would follow him, no questions asked. His ride or die. And John being John, his way out would come with a bang. He masked it as not the right time to save John and tested the waters.

Arthur went to get him, but of course he did. They were raised as brothers. Dutch feared that because he intended for both of them to belong to him, not to choose each other. He tried to get rid of him twice so the threat would get minimised.

To him, Arthur was easier to manipulate because he truly loved Dutch. John was more careless and that saved him in the end. The only man he was loyal to, the only man he'd give his life for, ended up giving his life for him.

Now Hosea, I don't doubt that Dutch cared about him but to an extent. I wholeheartedly believe that he would not hesitate to leave him behind for the sake of his ambitions. Lenny as well. Which is why when they died, to him it was like they opened new spots for people who would follow him and have the same selfish mindset (aka Micah and his men.) as it was clear that his old gang/what was left of it, was catching up to him.

Now, in the epilogue when Dutch kills Micah, some say that it was guilt or shame for what they both did to Arthur, perhaps even guilt and sympathy for John.. I disagree.

I see it more realistically tbh. He saw Micah as a future problem (aka like Arthur but in a man that was dangerous, selfish and would not hesitate to betray him) and ended it before it was too late. It was clear that John was there to avenge his brother, not to mess with Dutch and so he took out the only opponent.

Anyway, I'm not saying my opinion is right, it's just what I feel about Dutch as a character. I adore the way he was written bc no matter how many times you play the game, he manages to evoke such anger and sadness in you that is truly remarkable and what I love about good storytelling. In my opinion, the 2nd time you play it, it hurts even more because you see him treat Arthur as his son knowing exactly what will follow.

[all-timelee]

I loved you so much || O.G.

Word count: 820

Warnings: none

Masterlist

"Remember Professor Sharp?"

Ominis' head turns in the direction of your voice, eyebrows raised in surprise at the sudden question. "Yes, of course, but it has been a while since either of us has seen him, hasn't it?"

"It has. Doesn't it all feel like forever ago?"

"Why are you thinking of Hogwarts? Missing classes?" He lightly teases, shifting his body closer to yours on the mattress, instinctively raising his arm to drape around your shoulders as you move to rest your head on his chest. 'We fit so well together', Ominis thought. His arm seemed to be sculpted just for this purpose. He wondered if you felt the same way.

"Definitely not. I'm just thinking," Y/N hums, smiling softly. "You never think about school?" You look up at Ominis, curious blue eyes studying his features.

"I suppose I do. It would be hard not to after our fifth year," he admits, running his fingers through your hair, brushing away some stray strands before tucking them behind your ear. You let out a small sigh. "We met in our fifth year," you mention quietly. The memories were still vivid in both of your minds. "Feeling nostalgic, darling?" Ominis' smile is crooked when he asks. You nod and nuzzle yourself closer into him, pressing soft kisses along his shoulder. It's a little chilly tonight, but Ominis can't find it in himself to mind much, not when he's got you tucking into his side.

"We've grown a lot since then," he adds thoughtfully, stroking your back tenderly with one hand.

"I loved you so much," you speak, the statement coming out quietly. "Obviously, I still do, I seem to love you more and more everyday, but I can't believe how much I loved you back then." Your breath tickles against Ominis' skin. His heart clenches when he hears that.

"I feel the same." Thinking back on it, Ominis couldn't remember a single moment he hadn't been completely enraptured by you. He'd never known he had this much room in his heart for one person until he met you, this is.

"Really?"

"What do you mean 'really'?"

"You've loved me since we were teenagers?"

He chuckles. "Of course I have. Does that come as a surprise to you?" Your fingers reach out to intertwine with his, your shoulders lifting in a small shrug. "I suppose it does a little bit. I thought it was more recent for you. I hadn't realized we felt the same at that time." You give Ominis a gentle squeeze.

He smiled gently, resting his head atop yours.

You two had definitely taken your time in realizing your feelings were reciprocated, but with all the events that had happened in your fifth-year, that was to be expected. Ominis didn't mind much, he had you now, which made everything worth it in the end. He almost thought it was better that it'd taken so long, things were easier now. Ominis had left his family for good, there was no imminent threat for you to face, life was finally simple.

"We got there in the end, didn't we?" An easy smile was resting on his lips and you returned the sentiment. You could agree wholeheartedly with that sentiment. After what you and Ominis went through, how happy the two of you had become, how close the two of you were... it made perfect sense for everything to work out the way it had.

"I just feel like we lost so much time. So much time we could've spent exactly as we are now." You rolled onto your stomach, hands gently moving to cup the blonde boy's face. "I plan on spending the rest of my life making up for lost time," you declared.

Ominis' breath caught in his throat. The suggestion that this was going to last the rest of your lives caught him off guard. His heart began pounding a little harder, his hands moving to rest on your hips. "I should hope so," he finally responded, his warm breath fanning over your cheeks. "There's nothing I could ever want more."

"I don't know that I'll ever understand how I got so lucky." There was fondness laced throughout your words, as if you knew how rare and precious it was to have someone as special as Ominis. "You're not as lucky as I am, my love." He opened his mouth once more to whisper those three little words, but you cut him off, pressing your lips to his gingerly. Ominis quickly swallowed his words and responded to your affection, kissing you back with equal passion.

When you parted a minute later, your faces remain close to one another's, your hands still holding his face. "I love you, Ominis."

It's as if Ominis feels the words as they leave your mouth. It's in his pulse, those words are the reason he has a pulse.

"I love you too, Y/N."

[ilovescaredysquirrel2]

Someone PLEASE make an English Dub of Buratino's Return (obscure Russian movie)

Okay, so I heard about this Russian cartoon animated movie recently, and it's got this Wild Thorberries-Rugrats-ish art style and the songs slap! The one that's gotten really popular was the one with the singing Barbie dolls, https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=G2CSmp02Emk in this video here (turn the captions on). I heard the name of the movie is actually Возвращение Буратино which translates to Buratino's Return apparently. It looks amazing! I love talking toy themed movies that are NOT Toy Story. It doesn't look as amazing as Raggedy Ann & Andy Musical Adventure but it looks good enough to watch and enjoy. The thing is, the subtitles on the original Russian movie, the English subtitles SUCK! I got them saying weird things like "Oh yeah Obama" when she was apologizing to the other doll, and apparently the dog's name translates to "Potatoes" which... is actually kinda cute not gonna lie! If the movie gets dubbed, they should keep it!

Yeah, so the whole "dubs vs subs" thing is ridiculous. Dubs are obviously way easier to watch and understand. If you're hearing impaired and need subtitles, that's one thing but if you're not and you want to watch a movie, it's way easier to watch a dub. Plus, subtitles aren't always accurate and sometimes make things sound more awkward. Like, the dubbed versions often make more sense. Plus, subtitles go fast and you can't always pay attention to little details if you're watching it with subtitles, it's too distracting. I wholeheartedly believe that dubs are better all the way! If you don't speak English or Russian, maybe it can be dubbed in your language too! There needs to be a Spanish dub, French dub, Japanese dub, whatever language you might speak! The only language I speak is English, so that's why I'm trying to get someone to make an English dub. By the way, the English captions for the Мой Портрет - Трафарет video were an exact translation, I feel like the dub would change it up.

My friend wondered about the songs being ruined in the dub, which I would be worried about too, but they could hire a translator and songwriter to work together and make the lyrics make sense but also rhyme. Even if it was a fan dub, they could still get enough permission and help to make it a good dub without ruining the songs.

Another thing, let's talk about this not being popular in Russia, where it was made. I mean, it came out in 2013, the same year as Disney's Frozen! It didn't stand a freaking chance in theaters! Frozen literally took the world by storm... a snowstorm, that is! (haha, funny joke). Plus, a lot of non-English spoken movies don't get an English dub until years later. 2013 was 11 years ago, but who said it's too late for an English dub. Especially, now that the Barbie doll stencil song is becoming popular online. I also haven't actually seen the full movie, I just skimmed through it on YouTube to get a grip of what it's about and apparently it's about talking toys but they have to escape from a bad guy who wants to destroy them and turn them into the same "evil" toys to create a bad future of children. I also found out that apparently Buratino is Pinocchio and I like the idea of a non-Disney Pinocchio movie, because Pinocchio has been around for like 150 years, way before Disney made it into a creepy a** animated movie and they shouldn't take copyright of Pinocchio. There's also that other Russian movie "Pinocchio a True Story" where Pauly Shore voices Pinocchio and Tom Kenny voiced Geppetto. Also, this movie Buratino's Return was animated in 2D form, when a lot of early 2010s movies were 3D. I'm not sure how that effected the marketing and who wanted to see it but I'm almost sure that a lot of people were more hyped about Frozen or other popular movies.

Here's something else I found, apparently it was also based off "The Adventures of Buratino" which is a really old story, and I think this 2013 movie kind of looks like a creative twist on that story, kind of like what Disney does, but also kind of makes fun of Disney as well. Basically it looks like they're basing a story off old fairytales Pinocchio and The Adventures of Buratino, just as Disney does, except they're changing the things about Disney that isn't woke and making fun of the things that are wrong with Disney. I know a lot of you probably hate it when I talk crap about Disney, but I always give my side of how I feel and let you have your side. With enough convincing and understanding, hopefully we can understand both sides!

Anyway, feel free to chat with me about this in the comments! I'm always happy to hear opinions, even if they're different from mine. SHARE YOUR THOUGHTS!

[lackadaisycats]

Hi, Tracy! Been an admirer of your work for years, and I wholeheartedly believe that Lackadaisy changed my life in some ways – so much so that I've picked my chosen name after one of your characters. I could go on for much longer about how much I appreciate your art and how it's impacted me, but I digress.

Recently, drawing hasn't been as fun as it used to be. It's not that i'm not proud of it, I really do like how it looks. But at this point it feels more of a chore. Instead of something I would do often whenever inspiration struck, it's something that I'll make myself do because it's the only skill that I've ever honed in this lifetime and I'll be damned if I let the only thing that I'm good at go to waste. That mindset isn't very good for a person, evidently.

In summary, I no longer find any joy in making art, and it's devastating. Are there any words of wisdom that you could possibly offer?

Thank for everything :)

That it was perhaps in some way life-changing for you - well, that's quite a bit of knowledge to absorb. I'm very touched and honored to read that. However rough things are out there in the world now, I hope you are thriving…or at least doing pretty okay!

I'd say if you aren't beholden to anyone but yourself for the artwork, then set it aside for a time. It's okay to do that. The creative process is not just the act of sketching, the handiwork and rumination over a specific idea, the laboring over the drawing. It's also the space in-between where you are out exploring and experiencing the world in grand and in minute and intimate ways, running it through your unique filters, discovering the things - and the thoughts and feelings about those things - that inspire you to make art to begin with. Perhaps that's the phase you need to be in now.

Granted, embracing that may be easier said than done. We exist in a society that doesn't care to acknowledge the need for ebb and flow. We're all conditioned to affix our sense of value and identity to being being ceaselessly productive. Needing to step back and rest is treated like some kind of moral failing. Even when some outside party isn’t judging us, we are judging ourselves in this way. It's ridiculous, but it's something I struggle with too. It might require a concerted and conscientious effort to go out and play, but I'd say that's probably what you ought to do if you can. The impulse and inspiration will tend to return. Just take a moment to stoke the embers.

[necroromantics]

Hello there. I am very sorry for coming into your inbox all of a sudden, but I feel this is very important.

Very recently, one of the Blessed Be The Wicked’s has come out to talk about what happened and clarify somethings. Anton never meant he wanted the whole Creepypasta fandom to die out, but for the toxic people in the fandom to die out. EX those who will defend Off*****man and those who genuinely are a danger to minors. But because of a mistake that was caught, all of this had blown over.

You can read the offical statement on offical-Locke-writing’s blog or see it on my creepypasta blog @killerlittlerejects the harrsement is getting out of hand, so if you could please share this it would be great

Hey sorry to hear yall are getting harassed for someones post. Even though I don't agree with a lot of things (or I guess how they were worded) that Anton posted, I believe entirely in everyones right to voice their opinions, and personally I dont believe that someones beliefs should punish the art they create. And while pushback against opinions we disagree with is how we open room for necessary discussions and growth, it is completely not ok for anyone to harass anyone or spread hatred and it sucks to see that people who disagree with Antons posts went too far with their pushback. We should all spread positivity and respect for each others right to their opinions, creative liberties, and right to do what makes them happy

On the otherhand, while I do understand that the post was worded badly because of how heated OP was writing it, shit happens, OP has a long history of making very negative and hateful posts that put down a lot of other creators in the fandom and then hides behind calling everyone pedos. Making OCs has nothing to do with sexualizing children. Making fanon content has nothing to do with sexualizing children.

But I completely agree with the fandoms gross inability to handle sensitive topics correctly. Recently I came across a dub/noncon NSFW post that wasn't tagged at all and it was just disappointing to see. Also as someone who has experienced firsthand ableism from the fandom as well, I understand wholeheartedly the anger that comes with seeing how the fandom handles mental illness, drug addiction, SA, etc.

At the end of the day, I don't personally believe Antons posts came from a place of genuine concern, or at least they definitely werent worded that way. But I also don't think yall should be "cancelled" or harassed or anything. I feel like people like to jump on bandwagons and not take the time to see past their own beliefs to try and understand others sides, which leads to a lot of harassment and negativity, even when they have good intentions.

It's important that we do keep talking about the things Anton was attempting to talk about. It's important that we keep a conversation going about the expectations we have for each other, and helping each other as creators handle sensitive topics correctly, and also encourage them to grow and create art of any kind

Just continue to grow and be kind, especially when its easier to be mean.

[setyourfireonme]

✨ sam/deanna fic recs ✨

all of these fics are some flavour of sam/always-a-girl!dean. i'm planning to keep this list updated at least for now.

under the cut in no particular order:

my heart’s staying put by grim_lupine (6.4k, E)

It's like Deanna’s been asleep for four years, traversing the highways of her life on autopilot, every joy and every pain muted and numbed. In the months since she got Sam back she's been coming to life slowly, with the pins-and-needles tingling of a deadened limb awakening. One day the music in the Impala seems to ring brighter, so Deanna turns up the volume and caterwauls along while Sam tries to stop laughing next to her. One day she remembers the vivid, manic thrill of hunting, this trial-by-fire life she's chosen, and the next time they put a spirit to rest she's grinning so recklessly that Sam tells her she looks deranged, but he sounds fond, at least. One day Deanna rolls over in her bed, sleepily expecting to see Sam across the room, and she does, and the relief of it is so strong it makes her roll back over to look up at the ceiling, weak-limbed and gasping.

And now this: Sam leaning on Deanna’s strength like she’s solid ground beneath his feet, like he's given his trust over to her again wholeheartedly. It's the final cut to the protective numb shell around her, leaving her newborn and centered.

Madonna by @hellhoundsprey (5k, E)

Things used to be easier. This is on Sam.

reparations by @zmediaoutlet (9.5k, E)

With the first Trial behind them, Deanna wants to make up for lost time and plans a present for Sam.

all we want is more by @zmediaoutlet (35k, E)

Sam and Deanna have never been good at boundaries.

you feel your heart taking root in your body by paxlux (7.4k, M)

Then, he can see again, she’s stepped away, taking her little hands with her.

killed myself when I was young (pt. 1 of everlovin' baby) by paxlux (8.4k, E)

This is like premeditated murder. This is like a crime of passion. This is like a suicide pact.

alabaster stones (pt. 2 of everlovin' baby) by paxlux (579, T)

The floor looks so rich, it might even soak up the blood.

history in the making by yesimirreputable (1.1k, T)

Sam knows for a fact that there's something wrong with him.

You’ll No Longer Burn by songlin (10.7k, E)

Deanna's about to tease him when she realizes what Sam's looking at. It's her, all soaking wet, in nothing but a sports bra and underwear, scanty fabric clinging and water beaded on her skin.

Listen to the Rhythm by nomelon (4.3k, E)

A brother and sister and a hunt in the rain.

take off my flesh and sit in my bones by Signe (1.5k, E)

Tiny breasts, like sandcastles washed over by the tide, tan soft and warm like sand; body still bones and promise.

you're the only one that's mine by riyku (3k, E)

Dean gets injured on a hunt and Sam has to patch her up. Things get a little out of hand.

bloodletting by adastreia (4k, E)

Sam's jonesing for blood. Deanna's on her period.

[burn it to the ground] by ephemerall (2.4k, E)

And there it was. He left her; he always knew that's what it would come down to.

bonus: featuring john/deanna (more or less)

knock me flat on my back by @amiwritesthings (3.8k, E)

After all these years of fantasizing about it, he can’t believe it’s finally happening

nowhere left to fall by @amiwritesthings (4.9k, E)

Sam is ecstatic the day the letter from Stanford arrives. It is everything he’s dreamed of since he could grasp what the concept of leaving for college meant. Except for Deanna. He might have been dreaming about what he wants to do with, and for her for even longer. It’s the only thing dampening his excitement right now, the thought of leaving her here, with Dad.

Share the Spoils ch. 2 by @vintagedean (2.2k, E)

A.k.a. the "Everyone Shares Deanna" fic that nobody asked for.