#i’m sorry the evil jumped out of me nonnie

[garoujo]

i didn't mean it rude, just scared because there's others out there who gatekeep and i'm scared to even breathe on here by now:/

well that says a whole lot about them nonnie ໒꒰ྀི `ヘ´ ꒱ྀིა honestly i love seeing my moots or anyone reblogging / writing for my faves + putting them on my dash like that’s the whole point in them being my faves — i wanna see MORE of them! but no no we don’t do that here . he’s 6’3 he can feed us all <3

[rabbitenn]

Nagi, Tenn, Mitsuki and Yuki with an s/o who's feisty and quick to want to fight other people (especially when someone disses their boyfriend)?

SHINGEKI.

Shingeki. Jp. Advance/attack on the enemy.

ft. Rokuya Nagi, Kujo Tenn, Izumi Mitsuki, Yuki x gn! reader.

cw/genre: fluff mostly, some crack. Use of the word “girlboss” meant in a gender neutral way.

hello, nonnie ! I hope you like this <3 I’m sorry it took me so long to post it.

♡ ROKUYA NAGI

— Honestly, Nagi is your biggest hypeman.

— Obviously he wants to protect you when a fight arises (it is clear he knows more than just a little self defense. Besides, what kind of prince doesn’t gallantly defend his lover?)

— But, alas, you’re quicker than him to jump into action.

— Ice so cold it burns in flames of blue settles on your gaze the moment someone pisses you off.

— Fists out, you have no reservations about grabbing them by the collar of their shirt, your grip knuckle white, teeth clenched.

— The same excitement Nagi feels while watching anime palpable is in his wide eyed stare now as his gaze follows your moves.

— Nevertheless, he is ready to separate you from the offender.

— One, to keep you safe and unharmed in case they happen to resort to violence too. Nagi’s priority will always be your wellbeing and safety (plus, he definitely more than knows how to throw a punch).

— And second, because if you’re the first to swing your fists, you’re likely to get in trouble.

— As bubbly and carefree as the princely idol may seem, he is a smart guy and knows nothing good will come out of you picking a fight.

— But oh, if someone dares to trash-talk your boyfriend.

— Then you have already told them off, as you advance towards them ready to throw hands.

— If worse comes to worst and the other person dares to put a hand on you, though, Nagi is mad.

— Like a sub zero breeze, apparently calm. But eventual death follows the freeze.

— “Let go of my partner, please.” Your boyfriend utters, tone steely, akin to the edge of a royal longsword. His fingers close around the wrongdoer’s arm with vice-like strength.

— Because as cool as you are when you put disrespectful people in their place, and as much as Nagi would enjoy an action anime with you as the main character, he’d never forgive himself if you ever got hurt.

♡ KUJO TENN

— I mean, it’s not like Tenn can’t effortlessly roast whoever displeases him.

— We see his sassy, “or your devil” side in several occasions (remember the elevator scene? Yeah, that’s what I’m talking about).

— But when it is from your lips that venomous words come out, well, he thinks it’s kind of hot.

— And honestly, someone save whoever decides to bother you two, because you and Tenn together can be pretty scary when combined.

— Your vitriol comes out especially after Tsukumo spread rumors about TRIGGER. Whoever dares to speak an ill word towards your boyfriend is screwed.

— Your gaze turns tempestuous, much like the skies were on that night when TRIGGER had to sing beneath bitter rainfall.

— You don’t need to bother much with getting physical, oh, no. The drop in your voicetone, the death dancing in your stare, and the way you advance towards whoever had the audacity to criticize your beloved Tenn, are enough to send them packing.

— Needless to say, you couldn’t care less if they call you a weirdo or scary. In fact, your smile is sharp, snake-like, in the face of their insults.

— There’s a part of Tenn, whoever, that inevitably beats himself up over you defending him like this.

— You are his precious lover, and he’s supposed to keep you safe, to make you happy; not to drag you into the rumors and evil eye of the masses.

— So, in that aspect, I think perhaps you would have to comfort him a little.

— With your hands cupping his face, you ask your angelic idol to look at you.

— With uncertainty, he does; pools of a melancholy trapped in infinite sunrises lock with your eyes, akin to the pink hues of a winter morning that’s yet to dawn.

— You give him a tender smile, thumbs running over his porcelain skin.

— The fleeting kiss you plant on his lips lets him know there’s no other place you’d rather be than by his side; and you’d fight to the death to protect him. No matter what.

♡ IZUMI MITSUKI

— He’s another one that may feel guilty it is you who jumps in for him instead of him fighting for you (we’re talking about the guy who took on some thugs picking on IDOLiSH7 and got injured himself in the process).

— It should be him punching that disrespectful person the moment they lay hands on you. Not you, throwing them over your shoulder and whispering into their ear that if they want to keep their face a color different from bruised, they should stay far away from Mitsuki and i7.

— That aside, though, Mitsuki thinks your rather feisty temperament is very cool.

— You’re such a girlboss for putting anyone in their place when they’re just causing trouble.

— However, because he’s gotten hurt himself defending those he cares about, Mitsuki’s heart breaks a little when he sees your knuckles getting bruised.

— Carefully but with enough force to stop you, your boyfriend takes ahold of your wrist, effectively stopping you from further admonishing the offender by force.

— “Get lost.” He spats to the individual in question, his usually sunshine-like expression hardening in a frown.

— And sure enough, they run for their life.

— Meanwhile, Mitsuki’s hands gently take yours, his fingers carefully running over your swelling knuckles.

— He looks at you with a sad smile, a sigh escaping his lips before bringing your hands to them, brushing a feathered kiss over them.

— “I’m fine, Mitsu.” You assure him, trying to hide the way you flinch at the contact.

— He’s not having it.

— You can be sure once you get back to the dorms/to your home, your lover will be disinfecting any possible cuts and bandaging them for you.

— If he’s in a fiery mood himself, however, then you two can be quite a force to be reckoned with.

— Because neither one of you is the type to back down when it comes to fighting for what you think is right.

— And because this time, you’ll have each other’s backs to prevent either of you getting hurt.

♡ YUKI

— It’s the way to fluster him, to be frank.

— Really, as much as he isn’t exactly fond of you diving headfirst into trouble with his metal bat in hand, Yuki can’t help the intense blush that spreads through his cheeks as you intimidate those who bother you, and especially those who pose a threat towards him.

— Re:vale’s songwriter can be pretty intimidating himself without having to try much. And yet, something about you being the one with a devious grin on your face and lightning in your eyes is oddly distracting… hypnotizing even.

— And honestly? If you are there to defend Yuki’s honor, you have Momo as your partner in crime.

— While it is true he promised his groupmate he wouldn’t do anything reckless for his sake again, that doesn’t mean he can’t hype you up (and stand close by in case something serious were to happen).

— If you decide on a more witty approach, then it is a similar case as with Tenn: your presence alone is pretty daunting already.

— In these instances, you need to do very little to get whoever was dissing your lover to fall silent.

— You just have to take a couple steps forward, palming your baseball bat, and they’ll be stumbling away as you and Yuki watch, amused.

— However, in a similar way to what he made Momo promise, your boyfriend will try to get you to act less recklessly.

— Yuki could never forgive himself if something were to ever happen to you, just because you got into a brawl for his sake.

— He won’t hesitate to hide his metal bat, even confiscating it from you, while he steals a kiss in the process.

— Now it is you whose face heats up at his charms.

— So, be careful and ponder things a little more before acting, please :( For Yuki’s sake, he worries a lot about you (and loves you a lot).

[dadsbongos]

Hi, sorry I know this may be a strange ask but if you want could I ask for a Mistsuki Bakugou x daughter reader. Where reader rips into her about how broken Katsuki is and how he feels like he will never be good enough and how she’s not helping the situation by berating him and calling him weak. Sorry if it seems odd I would just like some angst :) enjoy your day/night.

not a strange ask at all nonny, i quite enjoyed it actually :) and thank you, i hope you also have a nice day/night

also i know you said angst but it kinda turned into angst -> fluff :( oops

Request for: Katsuki Bakugou (Platonic) Warnings: Mitsuki’s insulting of katsuki :(, not proofread Word Count: 725 ~~~

Mitsuki’s making dinner when she says it,

“If you weren’t so weak, you never would’ve gotten caught and caused all that trouble!”

You knew what your mom meant to do, and you knew she wasn’t a horrible person, but the way she went about it left a sour taste on your tongue. Katsuki spent his entire life being praised - she just wanted to release some of the arrogance within him, but her method was bitter.

Katsuki wouldn’t give a physical reaction to those words anymore, as though he’d accepted them as true.

And maybe he had.

It made you think about each night that Katsuki would come to your room, lip trembling and lashes barely containing the tears ready to burst. He was shaky and hesitant and his hands would pull at his hair while he spoke of his fears coming to fruition. That Izuku - Deku - was catching up. Deku would surpass him and he was standing still. Deku, the weak nerd from their childhood, was going to be stronger and faster and smarter and better - better - than he was. And he wasn’t advancing at all. He’d cry. Bakugou, Katsuki - your baby brother - would cry in your arms, too scared to talk to your parents out of fear that his own mother would only mock these fears.

Heartbreak was a light case for what you’d experience as you held your sobbing little brother.

“He isn’t weak,” you’d never stood up for him until now and you know you’ll regret not doing it sooner. You already do. You wish you’d stopped her the first time.

Katsuki raises his head at your words, brows furrowed as if that would get you to stop talking.

“Well, yeah, he has a strong quirk but still,” your mother shakes her head, “It’s his fault…”

“It’s never anybody’s fault they get kidnapped and putting them down for it is fucking evil,” you walk towards your mother, “Suggesting that your own son wasn’t strong enough and that’s why he was taken it- it- “

“It what?” she challenges, narrowing her eyes at you.

“It makes you a bad mom, let alone person.”

“Oh, so I’m just the worst mother ever, aren’t I? I fed, clothed, and housed you and I’m just awful for that!”

Before Katsuki can jump in and stop you from going on, you nod and grab your car keys from the counter.

“Yeah, doing the bare minimum doesn’t make you a great parent. You don’t get to have kids, care for them, and then mock them for being ‘weak’ and still play the victim card,” you stare at your mother, “Katsuki deserves better than this.”

As you walk away, you pull your brother by his shirt so he follows you out to your car.

“You come back here right now!”

You don’t come back.

You take Katsuki out to a drive thru for dinner.

“Sorry for never saying anything earlier.”

“‘s fuckin’ fine. I didn’t ask you to say anything.”

“But I should’ve. You’re my little brother, Katsuki. It’s my job to take care of you.”

“I’m sixteen. I can take care of my damn self.”

“But I should look out for you.”

He doesn’t respond, merely continues to eat in the passenger seat, checking the clock every few minutes. As if it would magically take you both home and avoid Mitsuki’s wrath.

But he knows better.

Nothing can get you out of Mitsuki’s anger.

“The hag’ll be pissed.”

“Then we’ll wait her out.”

Katsuki gives you a quizzical stare, “We can’t just stay out all fuckin’ night,” he glances at the clock, “I have to go to fuckin’ bed some time.”

“Oh my God, we get it, you go to bed at 8:30,” you roll your eyes, “You’re a toddler.”

“I’m not a toddler, I’m responsible.”

“Hm, Dad’s responsible and he goes to bed at ten.”

“Well, when I’m fucking well-fucking-rested and you’re an exhausted asshole, don’t whine to me.”

“Okay, toddler.”

“I’m gonna beat the shit out of you,” he huffs.

You know it’s a meaningless, empty threat. It’s Katsuki’s way of joking, morbid and violent as it is. But banter with Katsuki means you at least succeeded in getting his mind to stray from Mitsuki’s words. Because he didn’t deserve that. He was a kid that needed maturing, but he wasn’t a villain.

He wasn’t weak.

[smutsonian]

Baby if you're taking requests can you do a slight darkish! Step daddy Ransom x naive!reader with daddy kink and innocence kink? The marriage was kinda a deal for money and like reader's mother died after marrying him due to some disease or accident and that has left her alone in Ransom's custody. Feel free to use any other kinks or things you like,also if you don't feel comfortable with any of the above mentioned kinks then you don't have to use them.❤️ I love you and your writings!!!😘

getting his little angel

ransom drysdale x reader

warnings: soft!dark!ransom drysdale, innocent!reader, dub-con/non-con, smut, stepdaddy!ransom, loss of virginity (i cringe), fingering, daddy kink, innocence kink, guided handjob, like one slap in the p, manipulation?, obsession, size kink?, creampie, corruption, ransom’s fucked up mind, age gap(reader is of age), death, the amount of the word angel and daddy used in this fic is annoying and cringe for me, this is dark and twisted so proceed with caution if you choose to proceed, don’t read if you aint fvcking with this type of sh*t

word count: 4105

an: THANK YOU NONNIE AND I LOVEYOU!!///i keep begging my friend to read the stories i write for validation and we are both getting tired of me writing the word daddy and me showing how obsessed i am with ddlg wtf anywayy... have fun with this one 😩 alsoo, gif aint mine

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Ransom married the woman for the sake of her money but he never thought of her daughter to be the treasure he’ll truly get from the woman. The daughter isn’t like every other young adult he’s ever met or bedded with. The daughter of the woman he married is different. Not a vicious little bitch like his cousin, Meg. No… The girl is different. An innocent pure little soul just living with him, there for the taking. A little angel that will give him joy and luck in his life. 

 And just his luck, and as evil as it sounds, he got blessed when his wife started to become sick just after a few months into their marriage. His wife becoming ill became the reason for him to bond with his little angel so he can comfort her and he became the man she found solace in. She started trusting him.

 And then the wife died, leaving Ransom with all her treasure. Including Y/N Y/L/N. The greatest treasure that he will ever have. He had to thank his wife for leaving you to him. For leaving you broken-hearted because he had no problem with taking care of you and helping you stand right back up on your feet. He wanted to do all that. He wanted you to believe that he’s the only person that you will ever need in your life. 

His little angel.

 It took a few months for you to stop sobbing every single night in Ransom’s chest as he cuddled you to sleep and another few months until the bundle of joy you were before started showing itself again. 

 The moment you laughed at Ransom’s jokes for the first time had him frozen in place as he watched your teeth shining as the corners of your lips curled up into a toothy grin. Ransom was captivated. He was captivated at the sight of you laughing genuinely for the first time after your mother’s death and he wanted to take a photo and frame it so he can look at it every single night before he falls asleep and every single morning when he wakes up. He wants to see your smiling face every time he wakes and before he falls asleep, knowing that he’s the reason for that enchanting smile.

 “Is something wrong?” Your small voice brings Ransom back to reality and he realized that you have stopped laughing, the beautiful smile on your face replaced by a frowning confused one instead.

 Ransom ignored your question, walking towards you and trapping you against the kitchen counter. He wears a smirk before using his big hands to brush your hair smoothly, the coldness of the ring on his pinky finger brushing against your cheek gently. Ransom bites his bottom lip as he looks at your innocent eyes staring right back at him, your head tilted up so you can see his face clearly.

 One hand moves to your chin and his thumb brushes your bottom lip, softly rubbing on it while Ransom’s mind went somewhere else where your mouth is wrapped around his cock as you sport your usual innocent look, asking him for help on how to pleasure him. Daddy’s little angel.

 Ransom pulled his hand away from your face before silently groaning at how his slacks became tighter as his crotch started getting hard at the thought of your mouth around his cock.

 “You know you look so pretty when you laugh.” He sighs out before patting you on the head and walking towards the door before stopping and turning back to look at you palming your own cheeks as you wear a small smile. His heart skips a beat for a second before he nods at you.

 “I like seeing you smile, angel. I wish you would do it more often. It’ll make this old man happier.” He wiggles an eyebrow at you before chuckling at the sight of you laughing once more.

 “There it iss” He smiles at your shaking form, wondering what you would look like if you were shaking for other reasons…

 “You’re not that old, Ransom!” You say in between your laughs and Ransom couldn’t remove the grin on his face as he watches you laugh at him.

 “Oh you’re laughing at me, are you?” Ransom quirks an eyebrow and watches you as you stop laughing, looking at him with a faux frightened look before he started running after you, eyes ringing in delight when you squeaked against his hold when he caught you, his fingers poking on your sides with no mercy.

 “No! No more!” You gasp for air as you continue to laugh.

 “R-Ransom!” You whined and just like the few other times, Ransom’s mind went into a gutter. Would this be how you sound when you’re moaning his name while he pleasures you? 

 Ransom pulls his hand away from you before letting out a breathy laugh. “Alright, angel… See that smile is so adorable on you!” He pinches both of your cheeks before laughing at the way you glared at him.

 “No more tickles, Ransom. That hurts my sides.” You groaned before walking away from him only to be stopped by him pulling you back against his chest. His chin was on the top of your head before he mumbled an apology. “I’m sorry, angel. I wouldn’t do it again. Don’t be mad at your daddy now.” You pull away from him, watching him pout at you. You curiously raise an eyebrow before shaking your head with a laugh. “It’s okay.” You grin before grumbling when he messes the top of your head with his huge hand.

 Ransom didn’t miss the way your face contorted into a confused look when he tried to get you to call him daddy. He’s been there for you a long time now. It’s time for you to be there for him as well. And Ransom is a really needy man with a lot of need when it comes to you.

No worries.

 He’ll make sure to teach you everything you have to know to be his perfect little angel.

 Ransom was sat on one of the lavish chairs that your mother used to obsess about when she was still alive while he’s munching on some biscuits that he got from the pantry. He silently thanks the old lady who still does the groceries for the both of you. He stares back at the screen that’s currently playing one of those rom-coms that he always found ridiculous but entertaining.

Lost in his own thoughts, Ransom absentmindedly looks at the hallway that leads towards the kitchen only to see you skipping into the kitchen in a pair of leggings and a sweater that he gave you as a gift. He smiled at the thought of you wearing his sweater instead. Preferably after he’s done giving you an intense orgasm.

Feeling a bit hotter, Ransom removes his coat, leaving him in his soft white sweater. He lets out a grunt, fixing himself on the sofa and turning back towards the flat-screen tv. His hand wanders down to his pants, palming himself through his slacks while his other hand reaches for another biscuit.

Ransom’s heart jumped when you suddenly plopped yourself down on the sofa, legs on top of his thighs while the hand that was palming himself flies towards the air before landing on your legs.

“HEY, those are my favorite!” You point towards the biscuit that he was currently munching on. Ransom’s jaw clenches at the discomfort in his pants while your legs brush against his raging hard on. There’s no doubt that you have no idea what you’re doing to him or what your legs are currently brushing up against.

“Can I have some?” You give him a pleading look that only made his cock harder. He bites his lip as he squeezes your legs. “You gotta ask nicely, angel…”

“Can I please have some?” You repeat, voice as sweet as honey and the cause of the precum that slowly slicks the slit of Ransom’s thick girth.

Ransom lets out a groan before snatching a piece of biscuit and moving it towards your mouth, snatching it back when you went to take it from him.

“Ah-ah-ah. We’ve been together for a long time now… Is that right, my little angel?” Ransom laughs at your frown before you’re nodding at him curiously.

“I think it’s time that you call me daddy, right? I mean… I’ve been taking care of you, right? I’ve been treating you with so much love, is that right?” Ransom lets out a moan shamelessly at the sight of your innocent face nodding at him unknowingly. “You’ve been treating me very well…” You mumble under your breath but Ransom still heard you.

“Yeah… I’ve been treating you like my best girl. Like the best girl you are.” He brushes his pinky across your cheeks before pressing the piece of biscuit onto your bottom lip. He gave you a stern look before shaking his head when you went to open your mouth.

“You gotta ask nicely, angel… Who are you asking and what are you asking for hmm?” He leaned down towards the side of your face to sniff on your hair, chest grumbling in delight at your scent.

“Can I please have a biscuit, daddy?”

Ransom inhaled obnoxiously loud before smirking while nodding his head at you. “Such a polite little angel, aren’t you? Of course you can… Here, open that precious mouth.” He taps the biscuit on your bottom lip, shoving it gently inside your mouth, purposely grazing his fingers down your tongue. He watches you chew on the biscuit as you stared right back at him with those innocent eyes. His fingers massaged your chin as you chew, shoving them right back inside your mouth when he sees you swallow the biscuit.

 “Is it good?” He asks you, fingers assaulting the inside of your mouth. You nod your head, hands grasping the wrist that’s connected to the fingers in your mouth. Ransom felt you tugging his hand away but he only shoved his fingers further down your mouth, slightly pulling away when you started gagging on his fingers.

He lets out a chuckle before pulling his fingers completely out of your mouth, admiring the string of saliva that connected from your lips to his fingers. “Daddy has a lot of things to teach you…” He leans back before manipulating your body until your back was against his chest and your legs were spread apart by his own legs.

He takes another biscuit before shoving it into your mouth, fingers gripping your jaw as you chewed on the food, crumbs staining the sides of your mouth. “Just like that” He grumbles against your hair before skillfully tugging your leggings and underwear down until they were all the way down to your ankles. He didn’t give you enough to complain because his fingers were back inside your mouth, playing with your tongue and playfully teasing the back of your throat.

“Breathe through your nose, angel. Relax for daddy.” He whispers in your ear while his free hand caresses your face. “There ya go… Such a fast learner, aren’t ya?” He lets out a laugh before kissing your cheek and removing his fingers from your mouth. “You get a reward for being such a good girl”

Ransom’s wet fingers goes straight to your crotch while his other arm wraps itself around your torso to pull you closer to his body. His legs kept your thighs open so it was easy for him to tease the nub on your crotch.

“R-ransom…”

You let out a loud squeak when he slaps your pussy, legs shaking against his legs while he clicked his tongue disapprovingly.

“What’d I tell you to call me hmm? Come on, I know you’re a smart little angel.” He resumes playing with your clit, enjoying how responsive your body is to his touch.

“Nggghh” You squirm against his hold, chest heaving as she struggled to control her breathing. Ransom is willing to bet your mother’s fortune that you never experienced this type of feeling before. “Tell me what you’re feeling, angel”, he starts flicking his fingers faster until your crying desperately and hiding your face against his arm. He stops assaulting your clit, hands finding its way to your face to comfort you with smooth caresses. Ransom admires the sweat that started to form on your forehead and decides to remove the sweater you’re wearing.

Too out of it, you let him fully undress you, too tired and dazed to acknowledge the fact that you’re lying naked on your guardian’s chest. “That feel good?” Ransom asks, urging you to speak to him but loving the way that you laid limp against his chest. Oh it’s so easy to please his little angel. He hasn’t even made you cum yet.

“F-feels good…” Ransom watches you bite your bottom lip, his hold against you getting tighter as his cock gets harder at the sight of you.

“I can make you feel better than that, angel… You just gotta ask nicely. Just like how you asked for the biscuits. Do you want daddy to make you feel good?” His hand find itself back to your pussy, fingers starting its attack on your sensitive clit once more. He wasted no time in trying to get you off because in no time, he feels your body shaking against his and he knows that you’re close.

“You gotta ask for it nicely, angel… Tell daddy what you want” Ransom demands, the arm that was wrapped around your torso finds its way towards your breasts, massaging one and pinching the hard nipple. You whine out loud before gasping for air as you tried to speak coherent words.

“Daddy can y-you p-please…”

Ransom chuckles at your lack of words. Of course his little angel wouldn’t know what to ask for.

“You want daddy to make you cum?” He suggests, knowing that his smart angel would get what he wants her to do.

“D-daddy, can you please m-make me cum?” You repeat, words hoarse but understandable by a proud Ransom who starts rubbing your wet clit faster as he bends his head down to suck on the tit his massaging.

 “HHNNNNGGG!” You whine loudly, going stiff against Ransom’s hold before shaking tremendously as you reach your very first orgasm. Ransom’s hips thrust against your back as he gets needy from the sounds you’re making and the sight of your body trembling against his. He starts running his hands all over your body, whispering praises against your ears to comfort you.

“Such an angel…” He kisses the side of your face before guiding your body gently back to the sofa so you’re sitting beside him. “That feel good?” He asks, licking and sucking on the fingers he used to make you cum.

“Mhhmm…” You nod as you mumbled your answer, too embarrassed in front of him. “Don’t be shy, angel… You’re just being a good girl. Wanna know why I made you feel good?” Ransom waits for you to nod before continuing with a smile.

“Because you were such a good girl!” He nudges your chin with his fingers before placing his large palms on your shoulders. “And good girls always get rewards from their daddies. What do you say huh? Wanna be a good girl and help daddy with his problem?” He palms his covered crotch before smirking at your wondering eyes that’s looking down at his bulge. His jaw clenches at the sight of your curious face.

“H-how can I h-help?” Ransom chuckles at your nervousness before taking hold of your hand and guiding it towards his bulge. He watches your face as he makes you palm his hard on, thrusting against your touch in neediness and groaning at your tongue wetting your own lips.

Ransom releases your hand before tugging his slacks down and taking them off before sitting back on the sofa and taking your hand once more, wrapping your fingers around his thick shaft and moaning loudly at the pleasure you’re currently giving him. “That’s it angel… Ahh fuck!” He guides your hand into a faster stroke, wrapping your fingers around his cock tighter as he thrusts his hips against your hand, groaning loudly and shouting praises towards you. “Such a fucking good girl!” His eyes shut tightly as he feels himself getting closer.

“Fuck!” He hisses, abruptly pulling your hand away from his cock, chest heaving as he tries to slow down his breathing. “You almost made me cum” He mutters, laughing silently when you started to mumble out apologies.

“No, my little angel. That’s not a bad thing… I just want to cum somewhere else…” Ransom bites his lip before removing his white sweater and tossing it on the floor. In a heartbeat, he’s on top of you, fingers running all over your body in a comforting manner.

“You want your reward, sweetie?” Ransom asks with a teasing tone. “You’ve been such a good girl. I think it’s time for another reward.”

Your eyes widen in shock when you feel his lips against yours, gasping when his tongue started to poke its way through your lips before assaulting the inside of your mouth like his fingers did earlier.

Ransom’s mind started ringing when you started moaning and whimpering against his lips. Oh he’ll make his little angel feel so good. He’ll make you feel so full.

He managed to situate himself in between your legs while continuing the sloppy and needy kiss you two were having. He strokes his already painfully hard cock with one hand before sliding it against your folds to lube himself up with your juices.

He pulls away from the kiss as he lines his cock against your slit, smiling at the way that your legs shake when he bumps your sensitive clit with the hard head of his cock.

Ransom’s smile falters slightly when your hands start to push on his chest. “I-I’m scared”, your voice trembles as you try to push him which is really useless because his huge frame doesn’t move an inch.

Ransom takes both of your hands with one of his huge ones before trapping them above your head and diving down to capture your lips into another hungry kiss. “Don’t be scared. I promise to make you feel so good”, he says through the kisses, licking your tears away before resuming his wet kisses on your mouth. “You want me to make you feel so good, right angel?” Ransom smiles through the kiss as he feels your hesitant nod.

Ransom holds your hands tightly with one hand while the other hold caresses the side of your face in a comforting manner as he shoves his hard and thick cock into your tight hole, swallowing your cries with his hungry kisses. The hand that was caressing your face wipes your tears away as he shushes you. “It’s going to feel so good in a bit angel. I promise.” He stays inside your cunt for a while, making you feel weird at the fullness that his cock is giving your untouched pussy.

When Ransom feels your hips bucking up against his, he smiles and looks down at you with bright eyes. “You okay now? Want me to move?” Ransom gets an eager nod as a response and he only let out a short laugh before starting to pull out and shoving back into your tight cunt with a loud grunt. “So. Fucking. Tight.”, he hisses with each thrust.

“Mmmf. Mmm. Oomph.” Your moans and whines start to get louder as Ransom’s thrusts get sloppier because of the wetness that your cunt continues to produce. “Oh fuck you’re so wet for me angel”, Ransom watches his cock pound into you and he almost cums at the sight but he’s determined to make his little angel cum again before he could spill himself inside of her pretty pussy.

Ransom lets out a grunt before easily manipulating both of your bodies so you were straddling him, his cock still deep inside your cunt.

He places your hands on his shoulders for support before moving his hands on your hips, guiding you up and down his cock. “I’ll teach you how to ride daddy like a good girl soon but--”, he lifts you up and makes you stay in that position before moving one hand closer to your cunt so his thumb can start playing with your clit again. “—but for now, I’ll just ram into this tight pretty pussy”. Your eyes slams shut and your head falls on his shoulder when he thrusts his hips up in strong stroke, hands gripping you tightly as he guides your body against his, skin slapping each other as he pounds your pussy from under you.

He uses his other hand to push your shoulder away from him so he can see you clearly. “NGHH AH s-soo good!” Ransom watches you bounce on his cock while your eyes opened to look at him with those innocent eyes. How can you still look so innocent while he’s under you, making you take his cock as a fucking whore would.

“D-daddy s-so good”, your face is in a daze as Ransom doubled his efforts seeing you so close and feeling himself getting close as well. “Daddy making you feel good hmm?” He slams and slams his cock into you with vigor that it would probably leave you with a sore pussy for a few days.

Your shoulder starts quivering and Ransom feels you trying to stop him from bouncing you on his cock but he ignored it and continued to control your body. He slams his cock into your cunt a few more times, thumb rubbing your clit faster until you’re crying out loud as another orgasm hits you.

Ransom watches your eyes rolling back and your mouth opening as loud moans escape your mouth. He leans forwards to capture your lips once more before giving you a few more thrusts until he feels his balls tightening and snapping as spurts of cum come out of him and into your wet hole.

He lets your body fall on him as he wraps his arms around you, rubbing your back comfortingly and rocking you slightly that earns a whimper from you when he accidentally moves his cock that’s still inside of you.

He waits for the both of you to catch your breath before gently pulling his cock out of you and bending down to snatch his sweater off the floor.

He looks back at your face, your eyes fluttering as tiredness starts to envelop your body. He puts his sweater on you, smiling at how you look in his sweater. You look so much better in his sweater. And you look so beautiful with his cum dripping out of your cunt and face glowing at how he fucked you so good.

He leans down to press a kiss on your forehead then your lips. “You okay angel?” He laughs at you when you only nod sleepily at him. He picks his slacks up from the ground before putting it on and then he picks up your old sweater and uses it to clean you up, gently wiping his cum off your thighs.

He stands back up to admire you, so beautifully fucked. He’ll forever remember the way your pussy pulsed around his cock as he cums inside of you.

He lets out a dreamy sigh before picking your sleepy body up and walking towards the hallway, passing by your old room and into his room. Your room.

He lays you down on the bed as gently as he could before smiling when your face contorts into a frown when you groggily look at him. “How are you feeling angel?”

“G-good but tired.” Your quiet voice touches Ransom’s heart and he could only take a blanket before laying down beside you and tucking the both of you in. He presses a kiss on the side of your head before whispering a “sleep tight, my little angel.”

Ransom was about to close his eyes when he hears your voice again, making his heart leap out of his chest.

“I like being daddy’s good girl.”

Oh Ransom loves that too and he has a feeling that his little angel will continue to become his pretty little good girl so she’ll get all the rewards she can get.

And Ransom is willing to give you all the rewards he can give because you’re his one and only good little angel.

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an: no eating out or gobbling on the d cuz come onn... they were just eating those damn biscuits 🤧

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[bex-la-get]

22 for B&S, if you are feeling evil it could be interrupting their first time 😂

HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! Nonny, you are an evil genius. I love this, let's do it!

From this ask list.

22) A kiss that is leading to more, but is interrupted by a third party.

"Wanna get out of here?" Bryce asked.

The party they'd been at had been going for hours and they'd both be lying if they said they weren't tired and socially drained. Sienna fought back a yawn and nodded, stepping closer to him.

"Yeah, let's go."

Bryce wrapped his arm around her shoulder and squeezed it reassuringly. "Wanna go back to my place? It's quieter."

Sienna nodded, unable to fight back her yawn this time. "Yes, please."

Saying their goodbyes, they made a quick exit out of the party and onto the streets of Boston. Linking his fingers with hers, Bryce flagged down a taxi and the two of them climbed into it, making their way back to his apartment. The ride back was quiet, with Sienna’s head on Bryce’s shoulder, and their fingers entwined tightly. He placed a soft kiss on her head and she gave him a sleepy smile.

When they entered his apartment, fingers still entwined, they collapsed on the couch, heaving exhausted sighs from the evening.

Sienna snuggled into Bryce’s side, tucking her legs underneath her. Bryce wrapped his arms around her and held her close, kissing her temple. “Can I get you anything?” he asked.

“Uh uh,” she replied, “Just you.”

Smiling, the two of them held each other close in a comfortable silence. After a moment, Sienna tucked her face into Bryce’s neck and began peppering gentle kisses along it, towards his face. As she reached his cheek, Bryce turned his face and met her lips with his, kissing her slowly and languidly.

Sienna cupped his face with one of her hands as the kiss began to grow in intensity, Bryce’s arms tightening around her midsection and pulling her closer. Bryce’s tongue slipped into her mouth as he savored the taste of wine still on her tongue. Sienna lifted herself up and straddled his lap as her fingers ran through his hair, their lips never parting.

Bryce’s hands slipped under her skirt and tightened around her thighs with the intention of picking her up and carrying her to the bedroom, when the lock in the front door clicked.

Sienna jumped in surprise and nearly flew off of Bryce’s lap, putting several feet of distance between the two of them. She blushed and gave him an apologetic smile as the door opened and Keikei walked into the apartment.

Bryce silently cursed his sister’s appearance and made quick work to cross his legs, hiding the uncomfortable tightness of his pants. “Keikei. What are you doing here? I thought you were in Martha’s Vineyard?”

Keikei sighed and dropped her keys in a nearby bowl next to the front door. “I was. Then Marie got sick and we had to call the trip early. Being on the beach isn’t as fun when one of your friends is running a 100 degree fever.”

“Is she okay?” Sienna asked, regaining her composure.

Keikei nodded. “Yeah, she’ll be fine. She took some meds and slept most of the drive back.”

Bryce frowned. “Sorry your trip was cancelled early, Keiks.”

She shrugged. “It is what it is. What about you two? You had a party tonight, right? How’d it go?”

“Good,” Sienna answered, blushing again.

“You okay, Sienna? You look flushed,” Keikei asked.

Sienna nodded. “Yes, I’m fine. Though, I might have a few too many glasses of wine at the party. If you’ll excuse me for a minute.” She quickly made her way into Bryce’s bedroom and closed the door behind her, leaving the Lahela siblings alone.

Keikei looked after her for a moment then shrugged, swinging her bag over her shoulder. “Well, I’m in desperate need of a shower and then I’m going to bed. Night, Bryce!”

“Goodnight,” he replied. He waited until Keikei closed the door to her bedroom before adjusting himself and standing, following Sienna’s path to his own room. “Si?” He asked, knocking gently on the door. “Can I come in?”

“Yeah,” came her reply.

Entering the room, Bryce found Sienna sitting on his bed, legs tucked underneath her. He smiled and sat down next to her. “Hey.”

“Hi.”

“Listen, I’m sorry if things got a little intense before. I should have asked what you wanted and—”

Sienna shook her head and cut him off. “You have nothing to be sorry for, Bryce. I— I wanted things to keep going. I just— I’m sorry for panicking when Keikei walked in. It was a weird reflex.”

He chuckled. “No, it wasn’t. The last thing I want my sister to see is what we were doing so you made the right call.”

She giggled and laced her fingers with his. “I guess we’ll have to pick up where we left off another time. Preferably without your sister in the next room.”

“Agreed,” he nodded, smiling. “But you’re welcome to stay the night, if you’d like? I have some spare clothes you can borrow.”

“You don’t mind?” She asked.

Bryce leaned over and kissed her softly. “I would love it.”

Sienna smiled and nodded. “Okay.”

Quickly changing and getting comfortable, the two of them snuggled up into Bryce’s bed, and fell asleep in each other’s arms.

A/N: This kind of took a weird turn but I hope you liked it anyway.

Tagging separately.

[thebluestbluewords]

9 for the OTP questions? Choose any ship you’d like!

Thank you nonnie! Sorry for taking almost a week to get to this, hope you enjoy :)

Number 9-- Pirate AU: Who is the pirate? Who is the member of the royal family who did not sign up for this?

(There are two not-fics below-- rotten four as is my brand, and mal/audrey)

There’s two ways I could go with this:

either THIS is the Maldry rivals-to-friends-to-lovers fic, where Mal is a dashing pirate who is young and rebellious and was kicked off of her ship by her mother, who wants her to attend the young lady's academy on the mainland and educate herself in the ways of “proper” society so that they can infiltrate the rich ships better and get the reputation as the gentlewoman pirates that they deserve. Of course, in this fic Mal meets Audrey along the way, and hates her immediately. Seriously, this girl likes PINK and PRINCESSES but also NOT PRINCESSES because she is NOT INTO GIRLS and it’s INFURIATING.

“Mal,” says Evie, who is Mal’s best friend from the pirate ship who is actually delighted to be attending the princess academy and is learning new ways to hide knives in her fancy dresses every day “Babe.”

“Fuck off,” says Mal, who has known Evie since they were six and had a falling-out so dramatic that they sailed on separate ships next to each other for four years afterwards.

“You’re so gay for her.” says Evie, who is already hooking up with Mal in their free time because it’s easy and comfortable and they both enjoy it well enough. “I know that look, Mal Bertha.”

“There’s no look,” says Mal, sulking.

“Just ask her out with all of your dashing pirate charm.” Evie says. She has not stopped applying her lipgloss throughout this conversation, and it’s not as distracting as it should be for either girl.

So Mal goes out and picks up a new pair of boots with less bloodstains than her old ones, and rents a boat (renting is like stealing, except it’s only for a while. It’s practically borrowing, really, except for how Evie has drilling it into Mal’s mind after a few too many incidents with lost books that BORROWING happens when you’ve ASKED FIRST) and decides to turn on the full pirate charm

Audrey is not impressed, and does not break up with her boyfriend, Chad Charming, over this attempt at wooing. She is a princess, and in NO HECKING WAY did she sign up to be….harassed!! By a pirate no less!! Everyone knows who her mother really is, no matter if she’s here under an “education decree” from the “crown prince” for the “children” of the exiled *former* smuggler’s community by the coast.

….Mal steals a boat, and tries again. Only this time with kidnapping.

Audrey is impressed with the dedication, if nothing else. She may not like a pirate, but she can appreciate a girl who will dedicate at least six hours of her life to plotting and stealing a whole finishing vessel from the coast. And cook her a lobster dinner on it.

Mal is delighted by this turn of events. Evie is thrilled that she finally has time without her best friend where she can FINALLY decorate their room the way she wants. Audrey is reluctant at first, but eventually comes around to the idea of dating a bad girl.

….and also there’s a bit where Mal gets dumped in the water and Audrey, despite Not Signing Up For This Bull Crap, has to jump in and save her. From about two feet of water. Because Audrey was being a reasonable person and taking her shirt off so that she could get the full benefits of the sun. Make that vitamin D.

Mal is so gay that she walked off the side of the boat when it happened.

The OTHER answer is that it’s a rotten ot4 story, and Mal is an evil princess who gets sent away to live on a pirate ship for a year by her mother, who wants her to become more evil and also learn some leadership skills. The other three are the pirates who are supposed to teach her their wicked ways of stealing and drinking and cruelty.

Unfortunately for Maleficent’s plans, the shipping journey doesn’t go exactly according to plan.

Mal does not fall overboard this time, but what DOES happen is that the OTHER wicked princess on board the ship is too perfect for words, and when it’s revealed that actually, Evie is the famous pirate princesa espelho and NOT another wicked boarding school member, Mal has a full blown gay crisis.

“Well YEAH,” says Jay, who is also dating essentially pirate royalty. “She’s like, basically the coolest person you’ll ever meet, aside from me. What, did you think she was one of us regular wicked school brats?”

“I don’t know what I expected,” Mal tells her pillow, which she is burying her face in during said Gay Crisis. “She’s too good to be true.”

“Nah.” Jay says, mouth full of ye olde cheetos or something. “She’s pretty lame sometimes. You should ask her about what her room looked like when she first got her own ship. All dark and gloomy.”

“WHAT” shrieks Mal, who has been working on changing her bunk to the darkest, deepest corner since she first arrived. “She THREW OUT a room that was dark AND gloomy in favor of what?”

“Better lighting for her makeup tutorials, mostly.” Jay says, not paying attention anymore. “I think she might also have a full journalism setup there too. She won’t tell me anymore, not after what happened with the caustic tar.

Mal is horrifically curious about the caustic tar now. “What was it made from,do you know?” she asks, because she’s still working on how to cohabitate with other people peacefully despite growing up running around an evil academy since she was a child.

“Nothing important,” says Jay casually, throwing a ball at the ceiling.. “She had some boards replaced, scrubbed off all the skin on her palms fixing the parts of the door she didn’t want to replace, and then made a very cool liquid version of the tar for spraying on fabric to get natural wear and tear patterns on new garments.

“Sick.” Mal says, and before she can make any other comments:

“There was the matter of the handprints though,” Jay say, still extremely fake-casually. .”they were weird, you know, because Evie had them on her back for weeks, with the tar and all, and they were definitely dainty. Almost like some girl kissed her around the neck while there was still tar on her hands.”

Mal throws a shoe at him, knocking both the ball and the boy out of the way, and shoves past to find Evie.

Because the roles are already a mess for this (I am very small and very tired place just roll with it as I am not editing this before I post) Mal runs into exactly the pirate royalty she doesn’t want to see.

“What the fuck are you doing in my room?” asks Carlos, who is basically a tiny perfect decoy in this world. His mother had a monopoly on the exotics trade for a good few years when he was a child, and would tie him to the mast and make him cry for mercy as a way of luring other ships hoping to rescue a nobleman’s child closer. It worked disturbingly well, and now at sixteen, Carlos is both a pirate elite and terrified of falling into the water.

Mal pushes past, because she is as always a little bit of an asshole, and goes off to find her OWN pirate princess to date. She doesn’t need any stupid boys who just look at her like she’s dumb when she doesn’t know an anchor form a bowline. She doesn’t need to know. She’s going to be managing her own crew eventually, and they’ll do all of the heavy lifting aspects of it all. Mal is simply going to chill out and wait for the princess to come to her.

Of course, because this is a pirate story, this is when another ship sees the school experience boat, and decides that the best experience for the young baddies to have is explosions. Lots of them.

First hand, even.

The pirates (Evie and Jay and Carlos included) get to stations.

Mal, confused and distressed by this turn of events, is about halfway from transforming her whole shit and dealing with the dragon claw marks later, decides to wait in the hold. She is not getting paid for this experience, and it’s so beyond her ability to control what other ships do, mom.

Mal might have a few mommy issues in addition to the princess issues. A balance there.

“Fuck” Mal says, instead of dictating a letter to her mother like she should when entering a potentially life-threatening situation. “Now I’m never going to be able to talk to her.”

Mal does not die, Evie does not die, neither of them actually manage to steal anything in this story except for each other’s hearts, and then they talk at length about their feelings and how they should become a mean fighting team.

The next pirate raid (intentional), they’re ready. They’ve practiced all of their cool two-person moves together, and they’re ready for this.

Two minutes into the battle, Jay gets taken by the unwitting second team and disappears. Mal, predictably, flips her shit when this happens.

Aaaaand now it is late and I’ve written up enough of a piece of a fic I won’t write for this hour. Hope you enjoyed one or both of these ideas, nonny.

(the second one ends with Evie and Carlos dragging Mal along on an adventure to get Jay back, where Mal learns how not to be useless on a ship anymore and she and Evie bond as people and they keep Carlos and Mal in turns from having a nervous breakdown as they get their boyfriend/BFF back and then they all realize that ACTUALLY they work best as a foursome and do that)

[ladykateofledfordpark]

If you’re okay with writing this, how about something domestic Tom Sato x f!MC? Maybe post the events of ilb? I love your writing style! 😄💖

Nonnyyyyyy

First of all, you are so sweet! Not only did you ask for such a wholesome idea (which literally made me "Aww" out loud), but you gave me such an amazing compliment! You're so wonderful, how can I say no?

Anyway since my MC (Harper) is dating Parker, I'll take the MC of @itsbrindleybinch, Vivienne. ❤

Pairing: Tom x F!MC (Vivienne)

Dedicated to @itsbrindleybinch @mariaoz and this sweet sweet nonny! 💖

Unedited. ^-^

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"Vivienne!" Elliot whined. He groaned as she hit him once again with her pillow. Why did he have to live with the most annoying sister in the world?

Vivienne chuckled. "Wake up, Elliot!"

Elliot stayed silent for a moment, before he suddenly sat up. "That's. It." His voice was cold, almost predatory, "I'm gonna kill you!"

"No, you-"

Elliot grabbed his own pillow and pounced. Vivienne hurriedly moved away, her eyes twinkling mischievously. "You'll never catch me, Scoot!"

An evil grin rose to his face. "We'll see."

By the time Tom entered Vivienne's room, the whole place was a mess. The bed covers were on the floor, feathers were strewn everywhere, and Elliot's bed was creaking from the weight of both siblings.

"Um... Vivienne?"

His girlfriend froze. Just as she turned to him, Elliot hit her with a pillow. He released a triumphant cry, before running all out of the room. "I did it!"

Once her brother disappeared, Vivienne finally spoke. "Hi, Tom!"

She jumped off the bed, ignoring the cover she was stepping on. "Sorry about that."

Tom shrugged. He held up the DVD he was holding, a grin to his face. "So how about that movie?"

Vivienne laughed. "Sounds cool! I really need to see what the fuss is all about."

Ten minutes later, they were both sitting on the couch. The movie started the playing, as if the popcorn told it the time has come. Vivienne watched as words scrolled across the screen and her hands sweated with anticipation. Tom was such a huge fan, she couldn't wait to see why he loved Star Wars so much.

"Is that story important?"

Tom shook his head. "Nope! Everything you won't be able to make out, I can tell you! Just watch."

They both quieted. Vivienne read the words with utmost attention, before they disappeared and the movie really started.

"You know," Tom whispered, "this was the first Star Wars released, but chronologically three movies come before that."

Vivienne smiled as the first characters were shown onscreen. "Then why are we watching this one?"

Tom's eyes twinkled. "You'll see."

Time passed as the movie progressed. Vivienne watched it silently, the warmth of Tom's hand and the taste of popcorn on her tongue only enhancing the experience. At some point, she even found her head on Tom's shoulder and his arm around her.

In those moments, she was so happy.

Once the movie finished, Tom turned to Vivienne. He smiled, his eyes radiating the most childlike light. "So? What did you think?"

Vivienne took his hand. "I loved it."

Mainly because she got to spend this time with Tom.

[chloca-cola]

Imagine you the player fall in any game (ffxv,resident evil,and devil may cry) and you being the main character.

Ok, this one struck my fancy because it's a different ask. I ended up getting slightly carried away with it lmaoooo I may have the actually end up weiting a series about this one! I hope you like it nonny! I also only used Resident Evil at this time Haha

TW: Awkwardness mainly lmao

Word count: 917

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"Ok!" You exclaim as you walk into your living room, flopping down on your couch after a long grueling day at work. "Time to play Resident Evil 6!" You shrugged out of your light jacket as your Playstation 4 booted up, excited to delve back into the game again.

You didn't expect it to be a literal sense of the phrase, you don't know how or even why you actually delved into the game. Landing face first in the middle of a road in Lanshiang, you groan loudly.

"What the fuck?" Is your first real sentence after incoherent groaning, and you try to sit up only to have your elbow grabbed and you were then yanked to a standing position.

"Are you ok, that was a hell of a fall." You freeze, you recognize that voice. Leon had a hold on you and you felt yourself blushing as you turn to look up at him.

"What the fuuuuck?" You breath out again in even more disbelief, looking about your person, and Leon looked over at Helena, who shrugged in response.

"He asked you a question." Helena pointed out to you and you shake your head, you didn't need them thinking you're infected or something. Now that you're in this game, would you cease to exist anymore if you die in here?

"Yeah, no, I'm fine. Just a little dazed is all." You ramble out, even though your confusion had not waned, at least the pain from the fall was. How in the hell were you supposed to get out of here when you don't even know how you got here?

Asleep! You must be asleep and this is just some kind of overworked stress induced dream that you're having. That made more sense than you somehow just falling into the lap of this game.

You slap yourself on the forehead at your revelation. All you had to do was force yourself to wake up. You broke free of Leon's grasp, closing your eyes hard, trying to will yourself to wake up.

"Come on, you can do this. You've taken yourself from nightmares before. You're not really here with Leon and Helena." You mumbled to yourself, while shaking your arms and rotating your neck and relaxing your shoulders.

"Hey, how do you know our names?" Leon asked, shit...you waking yourself didn't work and now you have to explain yourself. You open your eyes to see them both eyeing you cautiously, as if you're an espace mental patient. Why not just bite the bullet at this point?

"You guys… are video game characters?" You begin, grinning, shrugging your shoulders animatedly and laughing nervously. "This is actually the 6th installment of this series?" You look at Leon. "You're my favorite character actually." You admit much to your chagrin, and your cheeks heated because of it.

The duo looked at you as if you lost your mind before looking at each other for help, but neither knew what to say in response.

"And like, I dunno how I got here, and I don't know if we gotta beat the game for me to leave. I don't know if I'll die in real life if I die in here. I'm just as confused as you two." You prattle on, flailing your arms around as your distress rose in your body. "I dunno if I'm dreaming, I just...dunno!" You finally shout and Leon hisses at you to be quiet and you slap your hands over your mouth. "Sorry." You hiss back at him and he sighed, rubbing his forehead.

"Well, in your...state, I don't feel right just leaving you here."

"Leon, she'll just slow us down!" Helena stated, and you felt a tinge of hurt from her words, even though you knew it was probably true. You had never played this game for anything other than entertainment, so it's not like you're a good shot. Hey, maybe you actually get like character stats now that you're in the game, you thought to yourself hopefully before padding around on your body to in fact find you have a handgun in your possession.

You hold up the firearm triumphantly, as if it were the holy grail, suddenly feeling a slight bit more badass than helpless.

"Let's kick some zombie ass!" You puffed out your chest and began walking away from them with a determined stride.

"Uh. We're going this way." Leon called out to you and you did an about face, pointing in the new direction.

"Kicking zombie ass this way!" You walk passed then and Helena looked up at Leon.

"You think she's stable? Seems a little disillusioned."

"A little? She thinks this is a video game. Could just be her way of coping with this though." He offered as they began to follow you.

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It was a long hard battle, but you did manage to beat the game. You couldn't believe you actually survived this ordeal, it's much scarier than just sitting on your couch and playing. 

"Thanks for your help." Leon patted you on your back as you were doubled over, hands on your knees sucking in lungfuls of air. You straightened up, still panting, waving a hand dismissively, as if you aren't completely wiped out.

"Hey man, no big deal. It was nothing!" You lied through your huffs of air, laughing it off. 

Now it was just time to figure out how you were going to get out of here, before you somehow jump to Resident Evil 7.

[sometimesrosy]

Anonymous said:I love how you went from "Bellarke is boinking this season" to "Bellarke doesn't have to boink" We love self awareness. We love development. At least you now know they will never get any of it and they will stay friends BUT of course egoistic freaks like you who don't want to accept that they are wrong will say they are endgame. It's sad man!

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Did I say they were boinking this season? Did I say they don’t have to boink? I’m not sure I remember saying either. What I have said is that Bellarke is canon and is a SPECTACULAR love story. That they are in love. And yes, they are endgame in whichever way JR ends up writing them. 

I have also said that I don’t agree with fandom’s definition of a canon romance, which limits a love story to kissing/confessing/boinking, which are NOT what a love story is about. Because otherwise, Pride and Prejudice wouldn’t be a love story, instead of being like the preeminent love story of western literature. I personally think this story is more about a marriage of true love soulmates than it is about boinking or hooking up. I’m sure we’ll get kissing confessing and a love scene. I think that Bellarke will get a happy *for the 100* ending, which might not be all that happy, but will be them getting to live life on their terms. Which. Is happy. They need each other. They are endgame. Regardless of shallow story elements like kiss/confess/sex. Those are SCENE, not story. Scenes combine to tell the story. They are telling the story and holding off on kiss/confess/sex... or teasing at them, with cheek kisses, mouth to mouth, near confessions, everyone sees it, 2199 calls, and camera shots that LOOK like they’re doing it when taken out of context, even though they are not.

 Did I say boinking might happen in previous seasons? Yes. And then when things happened that didn’t go there, I reevaluated my theories. I went back and looked at the narrative, I paid attention to how it worked out and I adjusted what I thought was the story being told. I decided it is less like our more usual romance stories and instead an epic love story of the Pride and Prejudice or Penelope and Odysseus variety. Boinking is not the point of those stories either. The story that we’ve been getting lately, especially since season 4, confirms those theories. The farther we’ve gone, the more this story is going down the path that I thought it was, but yeah, the deeper path, the long game story. I miss details sometimes, I get them wrong. Sorry. I am, indeed, not perfect, and I am not a magic 8 ball who can tell the future and read people’s minds across a continent. BUT, I think I’ve figured out a lot of the deeper story that JR is telling. Not always the plot, the details, or the scenes. That’s okay. I like to watch those things and be surprised.

That’s all I’m doing, nonny, trying to understand the story on the screen. Not just where I think it will go, but also what story JR is actually telling. I mean, it changes, because I’m watching as it airs, so the end has never been written as I analyze the various seasons. So not only am I guessing what the ending could be, I’m guessing how JR and the writers are going to want to go. It’s not like a novel, in which the ending is already written and the earlier chapters have been edited and revised to make sure it all fits that end. Although, I must say that each season HAS been written like a novel, and the endings are already in the first episode, so that HAS been THOROUGHLY edited and shaped by the whole cast and crew to fit the end. You’ll find that while my hiatus speculation can get wild (and I’m not going to stop that because I enjoy it) my spec during the season slows down in the beginning and then picks up as I get more canon to make sense of the story and where it might go. Because once a season starts, there is an individual story being told and there’s something to analyze, not just speculate on.

But you DO know don’t you, that speculating how a story is going to go, and not getting it right is not actually a sin. It is not WRONG of me to get certain aspects of speculation wrong because speculation is something called “guessing.” I might be making an educated guess, based on the narrative and tropes but it’s still a guess.  What’s WRONG is treating other people badly, harassing them, calling them names, sending nasty anons. WRONG is not having a theory and not having it pan out. That’s just incorrect, maybe only partially incorrect, more information to adjust your theories and, you know, part of what makes watching a story fun, because you DON’T know what’s going to happen. IF i end up being wrong about Bellarke being endgame, which I don’t think I will be, I will NOT apologize for shipping them or thinking they are endgame. Because there is no crime in that. There is no wrong behavior in believing they will get together and following that story on screen. I know it is a correct story because there is evidence from the text, whether or not I get the ending right. I have been RIGHT far more than I’ve been wrong, but you’ll never notice. And when I am proved RIGHT about Bellarke endgame, I’m pretty sure you won’t apologize to me about sending this nasty anon, because I don’t think you have the strength of character to admit when you are an asshole.

I think understanding myself, what I can do, and the limits of my abilities is called self awareness. Speculating on whether or not a ship will boink, is not actually egoistic. Paying attention to the story on screen is not egoistic, either. I’m trying to tell you what I think the larger story of The 100 is, and how the seasons/episodes/scenes fit into that. This isn’t about me. It’s about a story that I’m NOT telling, someone else’s story. It isn’t even about what I want. When what I want doesn’t coincide with what the story is, I adjust. I reconsider. I accept. Like the time jump. I. Did. Not. Want. But I recognized that there was some good to be had. And I like the story they went with. That’s not egoistic. Egoistic would be to say that the time jump was bad, JR was a bad writer, and he was doing it just to punish me and my fellow shippers and he would never get Bellarke together because he’s an evil mastermind who’s sole goal in life is to screw bellarkers over. 

You can see the egoism in that, right? That you want a story that he’s not telling, so therefore it’s all about what you want, how you feel, and how he’s personally ruined your life by telling his own story that goes in a different direction? How DARE he tell his own story and not consider YOU.

Let the man tell his story. 

I think you call me egoistic because I believe in my skills that I’ve worked for DECADES to build. I think you call me egoistic because when people tell me I’m wrong, I evaluate the statement and my actions and decide for myself if I’m wrong or not and then I back up my position with evidence to show that I’m right OR I say, oh wow that’s a great theory, and then without apologizing for being wrong (because being wrong on a theory is not something to apologize for, it’s something to ADJUST when you get a better theory) I shift on over into the better theory and start going off on that. 

You want me to SHAME myself for not predicting the future of a tv show. You want me to subsume my own thoughts within the groupthink of fandom which is predicated on the entitlement of thinking that JR OWES you the story that you’ve collectively decided is the correct story. And it doesn’t matter that you think you own the ships and characters and shows and CREATORS, which is TRULY egoistic, dear center-around-which-the-universe-revolves-nonny, but YOU’RE WRONG. 

Not about the outcome of the story (although you’re wrong about that too) but about thinking that you OWN JR, you OWN me and my thoughts and interpretations, you OWN Bellarke, or CL, or B/E whichever ship is the one you think should turn out how you want, or you OWN fandom. You don’t own any of us. We get our own stories, our own theories, our own posts, our own opinions. Just like you get yours. 

The entitlement of thinking you have a right to shame and silence someone else for not fucking thinking what you think about a goddamn ship on a goddamn fictional tv show which is supposed to be for goddamn fun means that you,

in a word,

SUCK.

buzz off anon. 

[youve-cath-to-be-kitten-me]

I swear that if i have to sit and listen for another hour my christian teacher talk about how gays won't go to heaven, sex before marriage is a sin and that there is nothing better for girls than staying working at home and raising children, I will jump off the fucking window just to avoid strangling her. Who the fuck those she think she is??? I dread taking her class all the time, and it'a giving me stress since i'm the entire hour holding in the rage, and still holding it hours later.

Nonnie, Im so sorry you have to hear a single word of what that teacher says. She sounds absolutely horrific and I can only imagine that it’s worse to hear in real life. (I’m trying to be as diplomatic as possible in my response, love, but I can assure you I’m seething from behind my screen.)

I can only assume there’s no possible way to get out of it, but if you can, maybe play music, or write a story in your head, or write the most beautifully constructed rant you’ve ever seen specifically for your teacher and rip it up and throw it in the trash? Something to block out the lesson and turn it into something good for you. Or find yourself the most villainy song (be it Disney or just standard evil sounding) and imagine scaring the ever loving crap out of your teacher with your villainy powers.

If you’re ever stuck in class and in need of a rant, my ask box is always open, Nonnie, so go ahead and send whatever you like and I’ll take as much rage away as I can, okay? ❤️

[desperate-entwives]

22 of the angst list for Garcy?

Thanks nonny! Sorry this took so long! Angst: 22 - “Why would you think something like that?”

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Stepping into the inn, Lucy sees a grim shape sitting in the corner, trying to look inconspicuous and failing miserably. So of course it’s him. 

Surprising, maybe, because Lucy had assumed that he was probably bent on interfering with the first Constitutional Convention, which is hopefully going to conclude in a few days, if her version of history has its way. Maybe he has one of his lackies doing it, or maybe she’s wrong about what his agenda is on this jump. Maybe there’s a delegate in this inn that she needs to somehow protect, though that doesn’t look likely at first glance. 

Still. Wyatt and Rufus are off chasing said lackies, and distracting the leader can’t hurt. Unless he shoots her, or kidnaps her again, but she’s long since had the feeling he isn’t planning on hurting her any time soon.

And she has some questions. 

When she sits down across from Flynn, surprise crosses his face like a shadow. 

“Lucy,” he says, frowning. He obviously isn’t used to not being the one to sneak up on her. 

“The version of me in the journal,” she says, without greeting. “What was she like?”

He sighs, leaning forward on his elbows, and she tries not to start at the proximity of his face to hers. He may be the enemy, she may be on a mission, but she’s only human and it’s a… compelling face. “I’ve already told you–”

“No,” she says, cutting him off. She doesn’t have time for this ‘working together’ bullshit. She thinks back on what she’d just found out from Denise, the grainy photographs she’d seen of the man she had visited just the other day, which is a few centuries away. “I’m asking you what she was like. What was she willing to do for her cause. Did she hurt people? Did she manipulate and threaten?” She doesn’t want to say did she lose her soul? but the implication is clear. 

Banded together in front of her, her fingers squeeze into fists, but she thinks the rest of her portrays the lie of calm. Maybe she’s good at lying. 

She takes in another breath and continues, ignoring the almost startled look on his face. “Was she a monster?” 

“Why would you think something like that?” he asks, and he looks almost soft, a warm stirring in his eyes. For just a moment, she sees the man she spoke with before they found David Rittenhouse together, telling her about his family, how he couldn’t bear to taint them with his darkness. Maybe something in her chest aches, but she ignores it; she has to. She needs to know. 

“She apparently sent someone on a killing spree through history,” she says, and some sort of mask comes up over his features, stilling them. “I can’t imagine someone like that not being…”

“A monster?” he says quietly. He is calm, expressionless, and looking her dead in the eye. “You can say it, Lucy. I know what I’ve done. Who I’ve killed.” 

Dammit, this isn’t about him, for once. This is about her father, this is about how unspeakably evil someone has to be in order to threaten an innocent man’s family. This is about something that’s in her blood. Something she can’t wash out. 

And still, looking at Flynn, she can’t help but wonder what kind of personal calcification it takes to do terrible things to prevent people like her father from continuing a heritage of injustice. 

“You told me once you don’t sleep at night,” she says quickly. She’s imploring him now, her own futuring rising, swelling in panic. “How do you handle what you’ve done?” 

“Don’t worry, Lucy,” he says, and though his face is still calm, his voice is hard, bitter. His eyes are unreadable, which is a message within itself and why does it hurt to hear it? “You don’t become like me.” 

She looks down at her hands, still balled into tight fists on the table. He follows her gaze and seems to put two and two together. 

“Or,” he says, carefully, after a moment, “like them.” 

Them meaning… Rittenhouse? Her father and his family? About to ask him to clarify, she opens her mouth, but realizes one of his hands has settled on hers. 

He realizes it too, almost startled at himself. But neither of them move and Lucy relaxes her hand, letting his larger one cover it. 

For a moment she takes in the rough lines of his palm, the calluses, the smooth length of his fingers. She doesn’t want to name the stirring in her, but she has felt it before and it’s strictly not allowed– 

–so she pulls away. She doesn’t bother to take in his expression before she leaves.

She can’t bear to. 

[writings-with-curves]

Bokuto x Chubby reader headcanons pretty please? pre and post dating? How did he confessed? And can you do NSFW too? Liike really NSFW would be rad *wink* I hope this is fine and thank you Venus-san, you're awesome

I’m alive, just college has been pretty rough this months, like way too rough. I hope you like this nonnie-chan, also thanks for requesting Haikyuu!! I miss my volley boys.

WARNING: Long ass response to compensate my lack of updating, also, I didn’t know I had so much love for Bokuto inside me. Really, this is loooooong and NSFW too, very much so. Now, you’ve been warned.

First, Bokuto was a chubby child himself. Infact, well into junior high is that he became the buff monster we know. Butlike in second year of junior high he still was a little chubby despite beingsuper fit and strong. So, he’s a total chubby supporter and will jump to supportand defend them.

Knowing that, he’s perfectly fine with a chubbys/o, and he actually is a bit of a chubby chaser (although he hates that word).He just thinks chubby girls are soft, cute and sexy as hell. So, like when hesees you for the first time his eyes sparkle. Then, when he listens to youlaugh for the first time the room getting filled with your voice and your eyessquinting from the laughter he feels blessed. Seriously, where have you beenall his life.

He’s prone to staring, before and after you’reinto a relationship you can almost always find him resting his head atop of hishand while looking at you with a soft gleam in his eyes. Anyone who sees himwould know Bokuto is completely crazy about you. He got scolded by teachers fornot paying attention so many times, that it’s incredible you didn’t realize itwas you he was looking at.

He invites you to his games all the time and isat the end of one that he confesses to you. Well, more like he kisses you inthe heat of the moment, only to realize what he’s done, while scratching theback of his neck in embarrassment. “I’msorry (Y/N)-chan. But I really like you and couldn’t help it. Please go outwith me!!” His heart is beating so hard, but he feels euphoric and hopesyou like him back.

He’s so proud and happy that you’re hisgirlfriend that he will brag about you non-stop. His teammates are happy forhim, but at the same time the hear about you and how awesome you are thatthey’re starting to feel like they’re dating you too. Some of them are secretlyjealous of Bokuto, cause they realize how supportive you are on him and how youlift his spirits up, and they’d like a girlfriend like you. Don’t tell anyone but Konoha kinda has a crush on you.

He loves PDA. Holding hands, cuddling, restinghis head atop your head while hugging you by the waist, he’s down for it. Heloves feeling your form and skin against his. There’s nothing better thanresting his head in the plushness and softness of your stomach. So, his handsare always wandering over your body, while he whispers how beautiful you are.

Protective boyfriend alert! Despite popularopinion Bokuto is pretty self-aware, and he’s not one of the top aces in thecountry for nothing. He is observant, and maybe sometimes he won’t notice whyyou’re feeling bad of what exactly is bothering you, but he’ll notice somethingis wrong and he’ll ask. He’ll do his best to cheer you up, like taking you toyour favorite restaurant, or taking you out on a fun date or even cuddling inthe couch the whole day.

[ NSFW ]

Bokuto adores every single inch of your body,thinks you’re a masterpiece from the gods and gets infatuated just by thethought of having your body all to himself. This boy’s libido is high and he’sconstantly thinking of having you in the lewdest of positions: Like gasping forair while he mercilessly pounds on you from behind, your plump ass and thighsslapping against his, his arms firmly gripping you by the waist while hemurmurs with evil intent in your ear.

It’s not like he is a dirty talker per se, butmore like he blurts out whatever he’s feeling in the moment. After all he’svery vocal and will moan, grunt and sigh with no reservations of anyonelistening.

“Are you feeling good, beautiful?” “You feel sogood stretching your pretty pussy for me.” “You like being used, right?” “Damnit babe, your body is a crime, you shouldn’t’ be allowed to go out like this.”

He loves oral. He likes receiving and giving but more so giving, because he loves thesight of your face contortioned by pleasure. He eats you out messily andhungrily, like you’re the only salvation to a hundred-year starvation and hehas no reserves about it. He works you up to the orgasm and doesn’t stop afteryou’ve came, he likes to keep licking and slurping the juices out of you,feeling your pussy throbbing against his mouth.

Now, it’s not like he doesn’t like having yourpretty mouth wrapped around his dick, cause he definitely does. Bokuto is THICKeverywhere, so watching you struggle to fit his member in your mouth it’salways a delight.

Giving head to Bokuto tho it’s being ready togo big or go home. Even if your start by teasingly licking just the tip, or theunderside, at one point his excitement will get the best of him and he willshove you deep into his pelvis, his cock reaching all the way to your throat. Thesight of your eyes going teary draws him mad, and he just can’t control himself.He’ll apologize later for losing control tho, and will make sure you’re fine.

Lives for the jiggling of your body. It’s notstrange to find him walking a step behind you, admiring the fullness of yourlegs while walking on your school uniform. He’s known for having to excusehimself to the bathroom to take care of his friend. I’m telling you this boycan get horny from the more innocent thing, like watching you bit your pencilor biting your lip in concentration.

He’s a bit of an exhibitionist. With his highlibido he’s prone to get horny anywhere so he has no qualms about taking it tothe bathroom for a quicky, or even the fire staircase at school to having youblow him up. He finds it thrilling that you might be found out. Also, it’sperfect for teasing: Like he’s pounding into you from behind, you skirt onlyhigh enough to reveal your ass while he grips your hips, your body flushed andpressed against the wall while he murmurs: “Shh,(Y/N)-chan, we don’t want the whole school finding out how well you can take mycock.”

One of his favorite things about you beingchubby is that he can be rougher without the fear of you breaking. That doesn’tmean he won’t manhandle you cause let’s be real Bokuto can easily lift you upwith no problems. He’s found it to be a good way to show you that you’reperfectly fine when you’re feeling low. “See,(Y/N)-chan, I told you I could carry you and fuck you at the same time.”

So, it’s pretty obvious Bokuto likes it rough.But he’s excellent at after care, he’ll ask how you are, will massage any parthe grabbed to hard and will make sure you get everything you want: Water? A hotbath? A warm blanket? He’s ready. Also, he can be damn gentle when he wants t. Soft lovemaking with Bokuto is the best: he’ll caress your body with the utmostlove and patience, trailing warm kisses all over your skin, and quiet murmursof love and admiration. He’s particularly good to cheer you up with his lovemaking when your feeling self counsious.

[lordofassgard]

Evil {Part 2}

Requested: | yes | no |

Maybe continue it where Theo and the reader start to get closer and maybe slowly develop feelings for each other? And maybe the reader has a feeling or knows that Theo has other intentions but knows that he isn’t truly evil and like super fluffy and caring stuff because I feel like Theo isn’t cared about enough lol he really isn’t

Pairing: Theo Raeken x f!Reader

Summary: The reader is Stiles’ twin sister and doesn’t think Theo is evil. That is until weird things start to happen she finally understands what her brother meant all along

Word Count: 4.1k+

Warnings: cursing like once, Stiles being a dick to Theo

A/N: I’m so sorry it took me so long to do this, I’ve been busy as fuck. The request didn’t really turned out like I originally planned but  ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ I know I said I was going to turn Evil into a series but I like the way this ended so yeah, Evil ends here. Also, thank you so much to the nonnie who requested this ily and I hope you like it 💕

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Disclaimer: I feel like I need to say this I don’t think Theo is evil omg he’s a cinnamon roll who made a few mistakes

You were bored as you sat in the cafeteria with the pack at lunch. They were talking in pairs but you didn’t feel like it. Instead, you scrolled through your social media to pass the time.

“So, I was thinking…” Lydia started and the pack went quiet to hear her “Maybe after school we could go bowling.”

“Sounds good.” Stiles was the first to answer making you roll your eyes. He needed to tell Lydia how we felt because you couldn’t take him squealing like a schoolgirl about how cute Lydia’s braid looked.

“Yeah, I’m in.” Scott and Kira nodded.

“I guess…” Malia shrugged.

“I can’t…” Liam frowned “It’s movie night with Mason.”

“What about you (Y/N)?” Stiles turned to you.

“Sure.” You shrugged “I don’t have any plans.”

“You never have plans.” Your brother teased and you rolled your eyes.

You listened while they arranged things for that afternoon. At 5 pm after school, you’d meet at the bowling alley where you had been countless times in your entire life. When the bell rang, you, Scott, Kira and Lydia walked together to Biology while the others went to their classes.

“Hey (Y/N)” You heard someone call your name as soon as you walked in.

Theo waved to get your attention and smiled when your eyes landed on him.

“I saved you a seat.” He pointed to the empty chair next to him.

You looked back at Lydia, you usually sat with her but she nudged you towards Theo’s table with a smirk.

“Go!” She whispered.

You shook your head with a laugh and walked towards Theo.

“Hi! Thanks.” You thanked him when you sat down.

“No problem.”

The teacher walked in and the both of you started paying attention. That was until he whispered your name during class.

“Do you have plans after school?”

“Yeah, I’m going bowling with the pack. You wanna come with us?”

“I don’t know…” He scratched the back of his neck awkwardly.

“Hold up…”

You took your phone out of your bag and went to your group chat with the pack.

[You]: Hey guys, I’m bringing Theo today

[Han Stiles]: No you’re not…

[Angry Bean]: ^^^

[You]: Liam you shouldn’t text in class

[Han Stiles]: Neither should you…

[You]: Okay

[You]: So why can’t I bring Theo?

[Han Stiles]: Because I don’t like him, he’s shady and he’s not part of the pack

[You]: Guys, I know you’re reading this back me up here

[Lyds]: I don’t see what’s wrong…

[McAlpha]: We’re in class guys…

[Maliaaa]: Why can’t she bring Theo?

[Foxie]: Idk…

[You]: @ Kira explain

[Foxie]: I’m not against it but things will get awkward if Theo comes

[You]: Is it because of my brother?

[You]: That’s a stupid question of course it is…

[You]: You know what? If you guys can’t accept a friend of mine don’t wait for me to show up

[You]: Have fun

You locked your phone with a frown and turned to Theo trying to brighten up your expression.

“You know what? Bowling sounds boring, do you have other plans?”

“I was going home and play video games.”

“Sounds awesome. What kind of video games do you have?”

“The normal ones.” He shrugged “Do you wanna come over?”

“Yeah, sure.” You grinned.

“Ms. Stilinski, Mr. Raeken, is there anything you’d like to share with the rest of the class?”

“No ma’am.” Theo shook his head, focusing his attention back on the board.

When school ended, you walked towards the parking lot with some books in your arms.

“(Y/N)” Your brother called “C’mon, I still have stuff to do before bowling I don’t wanna be late.”

“I’m not going with you.”

“What?” He stopped dead in his tracks and raised his eyebrows “Where are you going?”

“Hey, are you ready?” Theo approached the two of you “We can pick some snacks on the way.”

“You’re going with him?”

“See you later Stiles, have fun bowling.”

You and Theo walked away from a dumbfounded and annoyed Stiles towards Theo’s truck.

“He didn’t look too happy.” Theo mentioned once you were on the way to his house.

“He’ll get over it.” You shrugged with a laugh “Hey, can I turn on the radio?”

“Sure.”

You leaned towards the radio and so did he, your hands touching before they touched the radio.

“Sorry.” You quickly brought your hand back to your side.

Your cheeks were getting warm, why were you blushing? Your hands just touched, he didn’t propose. Get it together (Y/N). Without another word he turned on the radio, a soft tune coming out of the speakers.

“I love this song.”

“Me too.”

You looked at each other grinning before the both of you started singing at the top of your lungs, unable to keep a straight face. The melody wasn’t heard anymore, just the two of you screaming the lyrics like you were at a concert. Things with Theo felt easy. With Theo you had no problems, no duties, no worries. You just hoped he’d stick around.

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“It’s not fair, you’re a werewolf. You have fast reflexes” You crossed your arms over your chest with a pout after you lost for the tenth time in a row.

“Life is unfair, get over it.” He teased and you threw a pillow at him.

“Life is unfair, get over it.” You mocked.

“Hey I don’t sound like that.” He pretended to be offended.

“Hey I don’t sound like that.” You mocked again.

“Besides…” Theo smirked “You just suck at video games.” He shrugged.

“Excuse me?” You gasped faking offense “I’m the best at video games.”

“Babe don’t embarrass yourself. Just admit you suck.” He laughed throwing his head back.

You widened your eyes at the pet name, your heart jumping several beats. In a few weeks, Theo Raeken managed to flip your world upside down with his smiles and pet names and his nice outfits and caring gestures. But little did you know how much your world was going to change because of a certain blue-eyed boy.

☆.。.:*・°☆.。.:*・°☆.。.:*・°☆.。.:*・°☆ .。.:*・°☆.。.:*・°☆.。.:*・°☆.。.:*・

You were at the station when you heard the commotion outside your dad’s office. You opened the door just in time to see Lydia falling down bleeding.

Running towards her, you didn’t see Tracy coming your way. You only felt her claws scratching your stomach and you fell on your knees.

“(Y/N)” You heard your dad yell.

It was like everything was happening in slow motion. You landed on the floor and tried to bring your shaky hands to your stomach to stop the bleeding. The background noises seemed distant, the lights on the ceiling felt like they were moving around. The pain was almost unbearable but it soon turned into numbness, like it had always been there.

“(Y/N), stay with me.” You felt the pressure of someone’s hands on your stomach “Look at me. (Y/N) look at me.”

You slowly blinked a few times trying to focus on the person. Parrish’s green eyes were the first thing you noticed and a small smile made its way to your lips.

“Is…is my dad okay?” You weakly asked.

“Yeah, he’s fine.” Jordan smiled at you still focused on your stomach.

“Where’s Lydia?”

“She’s fine, she’s with Kira.”

You tilted your head to the side, looking away from Jordan as you fought to keep your eyes open.

“I’m sleepy.”

“No, no stay awake (Y/N) c’mon you can’t fall asleep.”

“But I want to…” You whined.

“(Y/N)” Another voice called out your name but you didn’t have the energy to call back.

Someone else kneeled down next to you and grabbed one of your hands.

“Theo?”

You felt the pressure being lifted off your stomach before you felt something soft on top of you. Theo had shrugged off his jacket and was using it to stop the bleeding.

“How’s her pulse?”

“Weak.” Theo answered and his voice seemed slightly shaky.

The room just kept spinning and spinning and you found it harder to keep your eyes open. You felt like you had just woken up when you’re still sleepy and you feel exhausted even though you’re well rested. And then you blacked out.

You started hearing beeping noises, they were rhythmical. And you felt sore, like the aftermath of a marathon where all your muscles hurt even the ones you didn’t know you had. You opened your eyes, blinking a few times to adjust them to the bright light in the white room. The white walls were too familiar unfortunately, you were at the hospital.

“Thank God you’re awake.” Stiles sighed in relief.

“What happened?” Your voice came out raspy.

“Tracy she uh…” He tugged at his hair nervously “She scratched you.”

“Did you save her? Is she okay?”

“Just rest…”

“She’s dead isn’t she?” His silence was the answer you needed.

You sighed and whimpered when you felt pain spread through your stomach.

“What is it? Do you want me to call Melissa?” Stiles got up, knocking down the plastic chair where he was sitting in the process.

“No, I’m fine.” You reassured him “Where is everybody?”

“Dad is at the station, trying to cover up what actually happened, Lydia is still in surgery and everyone else is in the waiting room.”

“I’m sorry…” You avoided his gaze.

“For what?”

“For not being strong like them or smart like you. I’m basically dead weight and all I do is make you guys worried.”

“What are you talking about? Do you have any idea what you did for us? Without you, we’d probably be all dead. We need each other.” Stiles grabbed your hand and squeezed it.

A knock on your door interrupted your conversation. The door opened revealing the pack, except for Lydia and Theo a little behind. Liam was carrying balloons, Scott had flowers and Theo had a stuffed bear that looked way too small in his large hands. One by one they hugged you and kissed you either on the forehead or on the cheek telling you how much you had scared them and an “I’m glad you didn’t die” from Malia.

“Guys, guys.” Stiles called after a few minutes “The doctor said she needs to rest.”

“No, I’m fine.” You shook your head.

Honestly, you didn’t want to be alone.

“But you need to rest.” Scott spoke up “C’mon, we’ll come back tonight before my mom’s shift ends okay?” He smiled fondly at you.

Everyone started to get ready to leave and from the corner of your eye, you saw Theo getting up from the chair where your brother previously sat. As quickly as your wounded body allowed you, you grabbed his wrist making him look down at you, brows furrowed in confusion.

“Stay.” You whispered loud enough for him to hear.

He nodded and sat down again. You looked over at the pack leaving in time to see Stiles almost being dragged out of the room by Scott while mumbling something like “she almost died and she wants to be alone with him”.

“Thank you.” You spoke once the door closed “I remember you were there at the station. You saved my life.”

“I’d do it again if I had to.” Theo smiled “Get some rest babe.” Even in your weakened state, you still managed to blush at the pet name like you did all those other times.

“Will you be here when I wake up?” You asked, feeling sleep starting to take over you.

“I will, I promise.” He placed his hand over yours on the bed and you smiled before closing your eyes.

Even though you were sleepy, it took you a few minutes to fall asleep. Right before you fell asleep, when you’re still aware of what’s happening around you, you were almost sure that you heard Theo whisper I’m sorry. But it was all in your head. After all, what would he be sorry for?

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You sat in the waiting room of the hospital, your leg was bouncing up and down with anxiety. Earlier, you had gotten a phone call from Stiles, saying that your dad was on the way to the hospital. He didn’t say why he just said it was bad and that he’d meet you there. You tugged at your hair, unable to sit still, the lack of information driving you insane. Was your dad going to be okay?

Your phone rang, but it took you a few seconds to register the sound. Mason's name appeared on the screen making you worried. He went to the school to get Liam, why was he calling you? You picked up the phone, apprehensive until you heard the words that made your heart break.

“Scott is dead.” Mason announced over the phone “Theo killed him.”

For a few seconds, you didn’t say anything. You were frozen, wide-eyed and you didn’t know how to react.

“(Y/N)?” Mason called “Are you there?”

“Uh, yeah...yeah I am. A-Are you sure?”

“I saw it.” He paused “I’m so sorry.”

You hung up and stared at your phone for a few seconds. Dialing Stiles’ number as quickly as you could, you tried to let him know what was happening. When he didn’t answer you started freaking out.

Theo, your Theo had betrayed all of you. He killed Scott. He killed your best friend. How were you supposed to cope with the loss of your brother from another mother? How were you supposed to deal with the fact that your own boyfriend had killed him?

“This is all my fault.” You started pacing around, tugging at your own hair “Stiles was right.”

“Miss....” A nurse approached you carefully “Are you okay?”

You stopped in your tracks and turned around quickly, facing the worried woman. And what a sight you must have been. Hair all over the place, bags under your eyes and tears down your face.

“I…”

“Maybe you should sit down.”

“I just lost my best friend.” When you said the words out loud, it became real.

Scott was dead. Theo killed him. He used you, he used you to get to the pack, to get to Scott. You felt guilty because although you had nothing to do with Scott’s death, his blood was still in your hands. You felt guilty because you went against your brother, your pack. You felt guilty because you should’ve known, the signs were there but you chose to ignore them hoping they were just weird coincidences. You felt guilty because you knew you could’ve prevented what happened and yet you didn’t.

You felt angry because Theo used you. He toyed with your emotions and took advantage of your feelings to get closer to his goal. All the time the two of you spent together, it meant nothing. He was never on your side, he had always been the enemy. You’re not supposed to love the enemy, so why would he love you? You were nothing to him.

“I’m sorry for your loss.” The nurse’s voice brought you back to reality.

“I...This is all my fault.” You shook your head as tears streamed down your face.

“I’m sure it isn’t.” She tried to reassure you.

But little did she know that things were more complicated than she thought. There was so much blood in your hands and you hadn’t killed anyone. If only you had listened to your brother nothing would’ve happened. Scott would still be alive and your father would’ve been okay. You turned your back on everyone for Theo and in the end, he destroyed you like you were nothing. You unlocked your phone to call your brother one more time but you stopped and stared at your lock screen. A picture of you and Theo sleeping on your couch. When you stared at it before it made you smile as you thought about the day when it was taken but after knowing who Theo actually was, it made you want to smash your phone into pieces.

Clenching your jaw, you made a promise to yourself. Theo was going to pay for what he did.

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“Are we really doing this?” You asked as you finished pouring mountain ash in front of the door.

“Why? Are you gonna believe what he says again?” Stiles didn't even bother to look up at you.

“What is that supposed to mean? He lied to me too!”

“I warned you about him!” He yelled “I fucking warned you and look at what happened. You let him in, this is all your fault.”

You took a step back like his words had pushed you backwards. Blinking a few tears away you mumbled a small I know. You sat on the stairs and put on Scott's jacket to cover his scent.

A few minutes later Theo walked in with a smirk plastered on his face. He looked down at the mountain ash before crossing it without a care in the world. You exchanged a look with Stiles, knowing that it was probably a bad idea to meet up with Theo.

“I guess we're all telling the truth now.” He looked up at the both of you, still smirking.

“You're the first chimera.” You mumbled feeling your heartbeat rise in your chest.

Another lie

Theo's eyes wandered upstairs where Scott hid so you shrugged off the jacket so that he could see where Scott's scent came from.

“You killed my best friend.” Stiles looked at Theo with anger.

“Let's be honest, Stiles. Was he still really your best friend?”

“Are you going to let my father die?” Stiles changed the subject.

“If I wanted him to die I wouldn't have told you where you could find him.” Theo shrugged.

“Then why are they saying that his body is shutting down?” You clenched your fists when Stiles mentioned your father's condition.

Theo kept smiling like he was one step ahead of all of you. In fact, he was. He had been all along.

“I'm not the bad guy.” Theo shrugged “I'm just a realistic. I'm a survivor.”

You stood up from the steps, fed up with him.

“You're a liar.” For a second you thought you saw hurt flash across his eyes but it was so quick, that you probably imagined it “You're a monster, a failure. You've done nothing but manipulate, kill and destroy everything around you.”

You took a step towards him.

“It's taking every fiber in my body not to kill you right now.”

“Babe, I…” He grabbed one of your hands in both his.

“Don't…” You warned “You don't have the right to call me that anymore.”

“Why? Don't you love me anymore?”

“You lied to me.” You changed the subject because the answer to his question was obvious.

Yes, you still loved him. And you hated yourself for it.

“I didn't lie about everything.” He shook his head, his grip tightening on your hand.

“I don't care.” You clenched your jaw, trying not to break down in tears.

His grip on your hand tightened and it was starting to hurt.

“Theo you’re hurting me.” You tried to pull your hand away from his grasp but it didn’t work.

“Hey, let her go!” Stiles got up and walked up to the two of you trying to pull you away from Theo.

Theo easily pushed him away, as a reflex, with a bit too much force making your brother stumble backwards and fall, his head hit one of the steps, knocking him out.

“Stiles!” You called out.

Theo’s grasp loosened and you escaped, kneeling down next to your brother.

“Stiles, wake up.” You looked up at Theo seeing his glossy eyes and his mouth open like he had something to say.

“I...I don’t know anything about your dad. I’m not lying.” The Theo you were seeing was completely different from the one that walked in “And I...I didn’t lie about my feelings, I love you.”

“You can’t love the enemy.”

You looked down at your brother, trying to spot some blood but luckily there was none. He was going to be okay.

“I’m not the enemy (Y/N), I never was. I’ve done some things wrong but...you have to believe me, we’re on the same side.”

“Get out.” You mumbled, but he heard you loud and clear.

“But…”

“I said get out!” You raised your voice, hoping he’d just leave once and for all “You’ve done enough.”

You stood in the same place and watched him walk backwards towards the door, tears threatening to spill from his eyes.

“I’m so sorry.”

You wanted to go after him, you almost did. But the perpetual fight between your head and your heart had come to an end. As much as you loved Theo even after all he did, you had to walk away and save the ones you love. The rational part of you had won, but then why was your chest aching and your head spinning? Why did it feel like you were doing the wrong thing? Why did you want to go after him and hug him?

That was the moment you realized that loving someone was being weak. Looking back and seeing how much of a mess your life was because you fell in love with Theo, you blamed yourself. With so many handsome boys with blond hair and blue eyes, why did your heart have to choose Theo Raeken? Suddenly, every story about heartache made sense, because suddenly you knew what you had lost and could never get back, your own heart.

Scott rushed downstairs after he made sure that Theo had left. Stiles was starting to wake up and you let out a breath, not knowing you were holding it in.

“This is all my fault Scott, I’m so sorry.”

Stiles groaned making you shift your attention towards your twin.

“Are you okay?” You asked, rushing to his side.

“I’m fine.” He grumbled, pushing Scott’s extended hand away and getting up alone.

“You blacked out.” Scott looked at him concerned.

“I’m okay.” Stiles snapped “Did you get anything from him?”

“He was telling the truth about everything.” Scott looked over at you “He doesn’t know what happened to your dad and…” He trailed off.

“And what?” You asked.

“He does love you (Y/N). He wasn’t lying about that.”

Your eyes wandered out the open door towards the empty street where you had seen Theo disappear a few minutes earlier.

“It’s too late now.”

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So it didn’t come as a surprise when Theo got what he deserved. Everyone does, at some point. The hole on the floor swallowed him, his hands desperately trying to reach for something to hold on to. But there was nothing, he was alone. Theo kept yelling yours and Scott’s name and begging for help. Scott reached forward but you grabbed his wrist preventing him from doing anything.

“Let him go.” You tightened your grip on Scott’s wrist and clenched your jaw, your gaze never leaving the screaming teenage boy that cried out for help.

The screaming stopped once he was completely out of sight, the hole on the floor disappeared like it was never there, like the previous minutes had been nothing but an illusion. As silence filled your ears, you couldn’t help but feel nostalgic. For a second, you wanted Theo back, not the Theo that was dragged to Hell but the Theo you met, the good one, the fake one apparently. You wanted to be able to hold his hand, kiss him, hug him one last time. You wanted to go back in time just to feel what it was like to love him without knowing he was evil.

But when angels try to set the world on fire, they’re the ones who end up burning in Hell.

feedback is appreciated :) i’d link my ask box but tumblr is a dick

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HI OK SO I NEED SOME BOOK HELP

let’s say there’s a prophecy that says there’ll be a group of people that’ll save the world from immense evil and will be gifted with immortality and will be ageless the prophecy doesn’t regard the ppl who fulfill it and so lots of people try to do it and lose their lives that way since the evil hasn’t came yet and they created the problems themselves

but the main friend group of the story fulfill the prophecy how do i make it seem natural from the transition of going from mortal to immortal and ageless

HI NONNIE I'm sorry this took a while - I wanted to make sure I covered all my bases djjsjdjddj

Okay so this would depend on your system of immortality, actually, so you might wanna figure that out. Here are a couple of questions you can ask yourself:

Does their immortality mean that they never grow old?

Does their immortality mean that the can't die of old age, but may die in battle?

Are there any predefined terms or conditions to their immortality? If so, what are they and how do they affect their immortality?

Try to figure out exactly what you mean by immortality in this context before you go ahead with implementing it.

You might also want to figure out exactly how they achieve immortality after fulfilling the prophesy. Do you picture it happening in a giant flash of light? Or is it more of a slow roll, with their dexterity and endurance growing as they near the end of their quest until nothing can hurt them anymore? Or is it that they have to perform a ritual to honor the oracle who foresaw this prophesy in the first place?

Now, for the actual implementation. Depending on how exactly your characters achieve immortality, and the way it works, you'll want to describe how it feels. Do they feel any different? Your characters' reactions make up this part — Do they test out their immortality? (Don't make them jump off a cliff if they can still feel pain, because they might not die but they WILL break every single bone in their body. Or maybe make them do just that?)

If their immortality sets in gradually, they might take less of a time to adjust to it. If it's sudden, however, it might them them a while to get used to it.

Also consider how their newfound immortality affects the rest of their body. Does it sharpen their senses? Does it make them so beautiful it's almost inhuman? Does it give them an eternal jar full of magical pixie dust? Anything is possible.

I hope this helps!! Let me know if there's anything else at all that I can help with, and best of luck with your book love <33

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GoT Afterthoughts 7x03 The Queen's Justice (Jonsa Edition) SPOILERS

I’m sorry for the delay, but ffs this is LONG! Well ...now we know that this week's episode title was def. referring to Cersei, let's get to it. 

We begin this week with foreboding music -Jon and Davos riding the crashing waves onto the shores of Dragonstone -which I still highly prefer the exterior to the interior -though, I suppose it fits the "mood". Little bit of banter between the boys, and after a friendly introduction and a smiling face, Missandei asks for their weapons. A skeptical and non-to-pleased looking Jon obeys, then turns to watch warily while the Dothraki take their rowboat as well. Okay Gendry, you can row up at any time now ...we may need you as the getaway boat. 

So they proceed up the long winding staircase (which has more steps than Dany does titles) and not even a full 3 minutes into the episode, Sansa is already brought up in conversation. I'm dead serious - 02:30 minute mark on the dot. I actually only know this, because at this particular moment, I paused the DVR to grab a snack -but I like how in what is supposed to be such a J/D-centric episode (er-meh-gerd they're finally meeting!!!), Sansa takes precedence. Good call D&D ...I see what you did there. 

Now about that conversation -is it odd that Tyrion would bring up Sansa in passing conversation with Jon? No, not at all -she is a connection that they both share, but ....

T: Sansa, I hear she's alive and well? 

J: She is. 

T: Does she miss me terribly? (clearly he's attempting a bit of a joke here). 

J: *silence as he stares down at Tyrion like he damn well better explain himself*

T: *looks over his shoulder, to see that Jon is not amused, quickly explains* A sham marriage, never consummated. 

J: I didn't ask. 

T: Well it was, it wasn't. Anyway, she's much smarter than she lets on.

J: She's starting to let on. 

T: Good. 

So, what exactly was the point of this conversation? If Tyrion just wanted to know if Sansa was well, and the narrative wanted to establish how clever Sansa is, they could have done that without all that "missing me and marriage sham and unconsummated" banter in between. We as an audience already know all of these things, so how does that little nugget of information help in furthering the narrative? To put it quite simply -it doesn't. Again ..I see you D&D, I see exactly what you did there. 

A bit more banter between the boys -Tyrion's ironic statement about Starks not faring well in the South, as to which Jon replies that he's not a Stark (shut up baby, yes you fucking are!) and BOOM! Cue: Drogon swooping down over the crowd, and Jon and Davos hitting the deck like a bunch of dropped wet rocks. You will NEVER convince me that was coincidence. Dany is in full control of her Dragons now, and that was a total (cheap) intimidation tactic. 

PS: Jon is wearing leggings! Show me tha booty! 

Cut to Varys and Melisandre perched high above on a cliff and watching the welcoming committee march up the guests. Varys prods her on why she won't greet them considering she spoke so highly of Jon Snow. She replies with how she's "brought fire and ice together and she's done her part" -I believe this is a deliberate misdirection from the writers. We already know that Jon is fire and ice on his own -the characters do not, and you know the dark ship is going wild over this line right now, but don't any of you pay it any mind. It's like a magicians trick -slight of hand ..look over there, while we do this over here. 

Varys still has a healthy skepticism of this religion and these priestesses -and I'm still 1100000% with him. Melisandre is going back to Volantis (spelled right??) it seems -but will return to die -just like Varys. Ohhhh prophetic. And damn but these red witches get under his skin! Why???? I must know!

Poor Jonny-boy walking into the throne room looks nervous AS HELL, with the Mad Kings daughter perched on that wiggy-ass throne, and half of Dany's face is bathed in shadows, and she's once again cloaked in all black -shadows, darkness = symbolism at its finest folks. Hiding ones face half in shadow is a popular trope to emphasize that someone has a "sinister side" , and wearing all black is also a trope - "evil wears black." 

Now, for arguments sake (and because I like to play devils advocate -the Nights Watch also wear all black, and Jon did too -however, Dany's wardrobe went from bright white (innocence and purity) to black upon coming to Westeros.  

So as Missandei rambles off all 101 of Dany's titles (like I swear they do this purposely to annoy us at this point), Davos shoots back with "This is Jon Snow and he's King of the North". (See this juxtaposition they just shoved RIGHT IN OUR FACES???). LMAO -by the way, I just fucking adore Davos! He is a damn precious dewdrop, and I will fight you if you say otherwise! 

D: You are here to bend the knee?

J: I am not. 

Who else screeched with glee here? Huh? Huh? 

Bend the knee. Bend the knee. BEND THE KNEE. 

I'm not going to rehash this entire exchange, but a few important things that stuck out to me: 

Jon's primary focus is "us", "we" -he's concerned about saving people.   

Dany's primary focus is "Me, me, me!!"  

 It is interesting how she asked that the father's sins not be passed onto the daughter -reminiscent of Jon's own words regarding the Karstark and Umber children. I wonder if this is a sort of foreshadowing that by not being more wary of Dany's Targ temper, it just may bite him in the ass later.   

 Also Dany is a hypocrite. "Don't blame me for my ancestors -blah blah blah, but bend the knee because of my ancestors." Sigh.   

I'm insanely curious why Jon didn't want Davos to tell them he'd been resurrected -or why Melisandre left that little tidbit out too??? 

 Jon is now essentially Dany's prisoner.  

Dany's narcissism is growing by the day. I can't believe people don't understand what GRRM (D&D) are deliberately doing with her character! This is an actual quote: "Do you know what kept me standing all those years in exile? Faith. Not in any god, not in myths, and legends. In myself. Daenerys Targaryen. The world hadn’t seen a dragon in centuries, until my children were born. The Dothraki hadn’t crossed the sea, any sea. They did for me. I was born to rule the Seven Kingdoms. And I will."  

Varys delivers the news that Dany's  fleet is gone, and then Theon is fished from the sea by his people. And let me slip in here that if you're one of the people bashing Theon for jumping overboard because he so clearly suffers from PTSD -you're a shit, and you need to stop. That's not something that just suddenly disappears ...he will struggle with that for whatever is left of his life. He's gonna rescue Yara ...I just know it. 

Now we're in Kings Landing and Euron is parading Yara and the Sand Snakes through the city. Like, I'm so torn, because I hate this dude, but I also kinda love him? His teasing of Jamie is PRICELESS, if not highly inappropriate. It's also pretty clear to me that Cersei has no intent on marrying him. In typical Cersei fashion, she'll keep him at arms length while she uses him, and then dispose of him when he wears out his usefulness -clever girl that she is. 

And now we're in the dungeon where the Sand Snakes are chained -after a bit of tormenting them, she takes Tyene the same way they took her daughter -with a kiss of death. As a mother, I truly feel for Cersei here as she talks about Mrycella -for both of these mothers actually. Say what you will about Cersei, but Lena is a fucking GODDESS! She owns this role so well. Like, I can't stand Cersei, and yet, I literally cheer for her sometimes. One thing is for certain -people better stop underestimating her ruthlessness. And my God, the Sand Snakes -magnificent acting with no dialogue!

After a romantic romp with her dear brother (and damn, Jamie has a sweet ass), she boldly allows the servant to see them together -she's queen now, and apparently has no more fucks to give. It's time for the Lannister's to pay their debts, and she's off to meet with a rep. of the Iron Bank. Using the sharp negotiation skills she inherited from Tywin, and the same "foreign invader/mad Kings daughter" approach that she used to sway the Lords, it appears she gets what she wants and the Iron Bank will extend her the credit she needs - "gold wins wars." 

We jump back to Dragonstone, where our brooding prisoner/hero is staring forlornly at the sea. He's a Northern fool who didn't listen (to Sansa). Tyrion tries to appeal to Jon's good side, and talks up Dany a bit, while simultaneously trying to help him. He's looking to strike an alliance -"use each other to further your own needs approach", and after a somewhat comical conversation with Dany (thank God because we need a bit of levity surrounding her scenes) -he urges her to let Jon mine the dragon glass. I think Tyrion does truly believe Jon is telling the truth. The knife in the heart comment comes up again -and again, I wonder why Jon didn't want them to know about his resurrection -but clearly, it's important because it was brought up again. 

Now Jon approaches Dany who's gazing off towards the sea and watching her Dragons soaring in the distance. Sounds kinda romantic, right? Well not really, as during most of this conversation they stood facing opposite directions, barely making eye contact -save for a few moments. Shipping goggles are fully affixed here, but compare this to the way Jon and Sansa are always staring into each other's eyes (usually in softly lit rooms). Just sayin'. 

Jon comments on Dany's Dragons, and she tells them that she named them for her brothers -Viserys and Rhaegar. This made me smile. And what I find so amusing about this, is just a few nights ago, I had a Nonny send me an ask referring to the general audience possibly forgetting that Rhaegar (Jon's daddy dearest) was Dany's brother --well, there you have it, Nonny, the narrative just delivered your reminder. Heh heh heh. ;)   I don't think that Dany believes Jon about the WW/NK yet (and really, we can't fault her) but he is getting his dragon glass, and in the meantime, it keeps Jon hanging around -more time to woo him to their side. 

And we head North to Winterfell (finally) to see that the Sass QitN is pretty freaking good at this ruling stuff. Like really, did we ever have any doubts? She's preparing for the enemy coming from both sides, because she's clever as hell (and I'm so proud of her!!!). Can't-take-a-hint Lord Creepyfinger is at it again -whispering in her ear with his creepy-creep-ness, and our girl once again, deliciously puts him in his place. Look, this constant talk of Cersei with Sansa, and the fact that she's lived and learned from her -plus this emphasis on how well she's taken up the helm at "ruling" and caring for her people, all while Tyrion, Jon and LF are all saying how smart she is ...I'm really starting to get the feeling that Sansa is THAT queen. Ya know -the one from Cersei's prophecy ...  

"You'll be queen, for a time. Then comes another, younger, more beautiful, to cast you down and take all you hold dear." 

I usually try not to get tin foilish in my recaps, but this is the Jonsa edition after all, so bear with me. Sansa has literally learned from the master of ruthlessness, and I truly believe all this emphasis on that this season, is setting up the fact that Sansa will be the only one clever enough to see through Cersei's scheming, won't underestimate her, and in fact, be the one to bring her down. Sansa, if not indirectly, could be linked to all of Cersei's children's deaths (all she holds dear): 

She was betrothed to Joffrey, who after he cruelly tortured her for a time, discarded her for Margaery. Being the clever old bird that she was, Olenna got Sansa to open up about Joffrey's cruelty, which ultimately led to his death.  

Thrusting Sansa into a marriage with Tyrion who then were both accused by Cersei of murdering Joffrey. Sansa escapes due to LF's scheming, leading to Tyrion's trial by combat with Oberyn as his champion. When he is killed by the Mountain, Ellaria exacts revenge on the Lannisters by killing Mrycella.   

Due to Joffrey's death, Tommon becomes king, and takes his brothers widow for a wife -the same family responsible for Joffrey's death -who only murdered him because Sansa confirmed his cruelness. Tommon falls hopelessly in love with Margaery, and upon her death, commits suicide.   

It's also important to note, that Cersei is technically the one to blame for the deaths of all of her children, although she will never see it that way. While I was studying up on this prophecy, I also stumbled onto this from one of the book wiki sites:

When will I marry the prince?

Cersei is talking about Prince Rhaegar, whom Tywin Lannister intended to offer her to for marriage. Maggy tells Cersei that she will never marry the prince, but will marry the king. This foreshadows King Aerys refusing Tywin’s offer, Robert’s Rebellion, and Cersei eventually marrying Robert Baratheon after he is crowned king.

I just find highly coincidental that Cersei was almost wed to a Targaryen prince (and Jon Snow's father, to boot), and if we're all correct in our assumptions that Jonsa is in fact endgame (it is, by the way) then Sansa will take that from her, too. Which also strangely ties Sansa to -going from in the beginning of the story, wanting the prince who was actually a bastard, to getting the bastard who is actually a prince. Just sayin' ....

Okay, back to the show. 

Bran has arrived at Winterfell! I repeat BRAN HAS ARRIVED AT WINTERFELL!! And we are treated to yet another beautiful Stark reunion -minus "the nuzzle" -I repeat MINUS THE NUZZLE!! 

They are catching up in the Godswood, and the first thing out of Sansa's mouth (when she's in what she perceives is a safe space, and she's allowed to be vulnerable) is "I wish Jon were here". Ship them or not, there's a reason that they both mentioned each other in this episode -if only to remind us (the general audience) that they are, indeed, on each other's minds. 

Bran is quite emotionless, and I guess I get it. He needs to disconnect and emerge himself completely in this whole 3-eyed Raven deal, because the NK is coming, and he doesn't have much time to hone his powers. In light of their reunion, the writers chose to have him bring up the horrors Sansa suffered at the hands of Ramsey Bolton -to prove his power. I've seen some speculate that this was in fact Bran seeing a future Sansa wedding, and this very well may be, as he admitted himself that it all comes to him in bits. Part of me REALLY wants to believe that, but I think this had more to do with choosing something that would shake Sansa enough to know that what he says is true (cuz come on, he does seem a bit eccentric and cray, peeps). Or maybe it's both? Take it for what you will. 

Jorah has been successfully cured of his greyscale, and he is off to find his Dragon queen -and just ffs, I ship them so hard !!! They (Jorah/Sam) will meet again -although, I hope it's not on different sides of the battlefield. *cough* Targbowl. 

Sam doesn't get rewarded, but you can def. see that the Archmaester IS proud of him. Oh my heart! 

And we're back to Dany's war room. Two allies are down, her armada is gone. She wants to take her Dragons and go burn Euron's fleet -oh, I'm so shocked! But, her wise council talks her out of it, and Tyrion narrates the scene of Casterly rock being taken, while quoting his bro, Bron (like -I can't wait for these two to reunite). The siege is successful .....or is it? Well, NO -because Cersei is a BOSS! 

Euron has effectively taken out the rest of Dany's ships, and trapped GW and the remaining Unsullied at Casterly Rock (which by the way, is gorgeous, and it's about time we see it) -with limited supplies, and no one to come to their aid, they will likely die. 

So where is the rest of the Lannister army? Capturing High Garden, of course (and now Cersei will have their riches, as well). The battle scenes are skipped, and we see Jamie seek out Lady Olenna, who admits to being outsmarted. She warns Jamie that Cersei will be the death of him, and calls Joffrey a cunt (lmao, I love her), before swigging down the poison Jamie offers her. And right before the credits roll, she SAVAGELY admits to Jamie that she was behind Joffrey's murder, and she wants Cersei to know that. Daaaaaammmmmnnn!

And that concludes my Afterthoughts  ...see you next week. 

Oh, and Jonsa is endgame -spread the word. 

[keldae]

11 from the kiss meme for theron/xaja :D

Thank you, Nonny! :D 11: ‘We’re actually being kind of silly for once’ kiss.

“How long has your dad owned this place?” Theron asked as he stepped out on the balcony overlooking the widespread sands of Tatooine. Below him, he could survey the entire little settlement that didn’t resemble anything so much as a very large, if not well-used, moisture farm.

“He said he bought it not long after I disappeared and Zakuul invaded. He uses it more as a hideout when he wants to avoid Anchorhead or Mos Eisely. Apparently there’s enough covert security systems here to keep even the most adventurous Sand People deterred from here.” Xaja came up beside Theron, slipping the settlement key back into her trouser pocket. “The only people to come through here while he’s owned the place were a couple groups of Jawa traders.”

“Nice and secure then.” Theron looked up at the dusky sky. The Star Fortress was finally gone, and now he and Xaja were staying low for a couple of days until the Zakuulans in the area quit looking for her. This out-of-the-way stronghold was an ideal location. “It’s not too shabby for a hideout either.”

Xaja laughed. “Dad might have been more concerned with practicality when he bought it, but he and Sorand both spent enough time here that they at least made it comfortable.” She came up and wrapped her arms around Theron’s waist, resting her cheek against his back. He’d shed his jacket already, letting him feel her presence better through only the shirt he still wore. “In case you hadn’t noticed, my father’s not the biggest fan of ‘roughing it’.”

“I guess it comes with age.” Theron grinned and reached up to squeeze Xaja’s hands around his midsection.

“Hey, I’m pretty sure there’s some sort of etiquette about poking fun at his age when he’s not here to defend himself,” Xaja scolded, although Theron could hear the laughter in her voice.

“No, see, this way I can make fun of him without the risk of getting stabbed or shot or poisoned.”

There was a deep inhale that Theron could feel quite pleasantly against his back, then an exasperated sigh. “Is this some sort of spy rivalry thing you two have constantly going on?”

“I’ll have you know, that’s a very sacred tradition among spies originating from opposite corners of the galaxy,” Theron retorted as he reached around to give Xaja a poke in the ribs. “So you-”

Xaja squeaked and jumped away from Theron’s poking finger. Immediately the spy froze, craning his neck to look over his shoulder at the tiny woman behind him. “What? Did I hurt you?”

“No…”

Something about Xaja’s meek tone of voice made Theron squirm until he’d turned around in her arms and could look down at her. “Are you sure? Did I just find a new bruise from that Exarch that you didn’t tell me about?”

“Theron, I promise I’m not hurt!”

Theron frowned as he rested her hands on her bare arms, then slowly ran his fingers over her ribs. Nothing felt broken or inflamed, but she still seemed more tense than usual… An idea presented itself to him, and his fingers poked her again in the stomach, making her squeak again.

An evil grin slowly spread across Theron’s face as he realized what was wrong. “You’re ticklish!”

Xaja’s vivid green eyes went wide. “Am not!” Her voice was far too fast and high-pitched to even make a valiant effort at being believable.

“All evidence seems to point to the contrary, Commander.” Theron demonstrated with his fingers dancing across her ribs, and he was hard-pressed to not laugh as she tried to jump away from him. “Hmm, whatever should I do with this new information…”

“Umm… let me go and forget this conversation ever happened?”

“Yeah, I could do that…” Theron grinned wickedly as Xaja’s eyes widened further, “but where’s the fun in that?”

“For kriff’s sake, Thero-EEEEEP!” Xaja squealed as Theron launched his assault on her sensitive sides, the fragments of her Jedi decorum rapidly disintegrating into shrieks and giggles. Apparently having one’s ribs and stomach mercilessly tickled was enough to make a Master of the Jedi Order forget that they could in fact use the Force to escape this predicament, because instead of merely throwing Theron away (or even trying to retaliate on his own ribs, which Theron refused to admit would have been a very successful retaliation), she instinctively tried to lower herself away from the assault and Theron’s fingers, curling in on herself in a vain effort to protect her sides.

Theron just followed her down, laughing as he managed to grab one of her hands. Xaja realized her predicament too late, and tried to flee before Theron pinned her to the floor of the balcony with his heavier body weight, getting both of her wrists caught over her head. The petite Jedi squealed and squirmed under the spy, in such a way that Theron very nearly got distracted enough to let her go. “You are such a jerk!” she gasped out as she tried to tug her hands free of Theron’s grip.

“Damn straight, and you keep me around anyway.” Theron grinned down at his still-squirming Jedi captive and tried not to think too hard about what her squirming was doing to him down south. “Apparently you’re a glutton for punishment, Master Jedi.”

“Kriff you.”

“That can be arranged.” Theron lowered his head to drop a kiss on Xaja’s lips. “Anyone ever tell you you’re adorable?”

 Xaja’s breathing seemed to finally settle a bit as she kissed Theron back. “Only you, pretty much every morning you wake up with me.” She looked up at her pinned hands, then back at Theron’s eyes. “Truce?”

“Hmmm…” Theron pretended to think about it as he moved to hold Xaja’s wrists with only one larger hand, his other hand slowly drifting down her side and making her flinch away from him. “I suppose terms of surrender can be worked out.”

“I said no such thing about surren-” Xaja squealed as Theron’s fingers found a particularly sensitive spot on her ribs. “Okay! You win! Lemme up!”

Theron chuckled as he finally released her hands and rolled to the side so she could breathe. “I need to make a note of this day. 12 Melona, twenty-”

“Hey!” Xaja swatted Theron’s chest as she rolled to face him. “That’s not very nice of you to poke fun!”

“Or exploit what poking does to you?” Theron smirked and reached a hand over, trying to not laugh as Xaja’s eyes darted to warily watch his hand until it rested on her cheek. “Poking fun might not be nice… but it’s so entertaining. I didn’t even know you could squeal like that.”

“Theron!”

Theron laughed at Xaja’s glare. “Okay, okay, sorry.” He leaned forward to kiss her again, then pulled back to look at her contemplatively. “I wonder where else you’re ticklish…”

“Theron Shan, you touch my feet and I won’t be responsible for what happens to your face.”

“Okay, fine, feet are off-limits.” Theron grinned. “But…”

Xaja squeaked as Theron suddenly moved to touch the back of her knee. Oh, yep, that was another sensitive zone. “Theron!”

Theron grinned as she snatched his hand, quickly rolling them both over again and losing himself in another kiss that she reciprocated. One more important bit of information that he could keep all to himself and not share with anyone else in the Alliance…