#like yes they deserve it for being cheating bastards

[ontargetmadders]

Don't get mew wrong this city downfall is absolutely lovely to see but I wish it was happening to the scum instead and arteta was slowly losing his sanity instead of pep lol

[lovezbrownies]

Nia with a weird reader who likes naming pinecones after people they like (shes not one of them)

Unfaithful rat bastard. (Yandere Queen x GN!Reader.)

Nia's Masterlist - General Masterlist

Synopsis: You cheat on your Queen, your wife. With pinecones.a

Nia Bloodwen x GN!Reader.

Warnings: Nia's usual dramatics!

You sat cross-legged in the royal garden, eyes narrowed as you carefully examined the pinecones spread out in front of you. Each one had been named after someone important, someone you actually liked. With a sigh, you picked up a particularly symmetrical one and gave it a once-over.

"Maybe… Aria," you muttered to yourself.

"Aria?!" Nia’s voice rang out, startling you and causing the pinecone to slip from your hands. You gritted your teeth and looked up, seeing her marching toward you with all the grace and drama of a queen who knew exactly how to make an entrance.

She stood over you, hands on her hips, eyes wide with mock indignation. “Did I hear that right? You named that pinecone after Aria?”

Suppressing a groan, you kept your voice level. “Yes, Aria. Because I like her.”

“And yet…” Nia's voice took on a wounded, exaggerated tone. “I see no pinecone in this pile named after me—your beloved queen?”

You sighed, rubbing your temples. “That’s because you don’t have one.”

Her gasp was loud and dramatic, as if you’d just told her the kingdom had fallen. “No pinecone?! None for me? Not one, even after all the affection I’ve lavished on you?”

You stared at her blankly, half-expecting her to laugh and admit she was joking, but of course, this was Nia. She was dead serious—or at least, serious in the way only she could be, with theatrical flair and a whole lot of misplaced priorities.

“Nia,” you said, your patience wearing thin, “not everything revolves around you. Pinecones are special. I name them after people I actually like.”

“I’m your wife! How am I not on that list?” Nia flopped dramatically onto the grass beside you, throwing her arms over her face as though she were about to faint from the sheer tragedy of being left out. “How can you sit here and name these after everyone else? Aria of all people? I give you everything, and this is how you repay me?”

You shot her an exasperated look, more than used to her dramatics by now. “Nia, it’s not that deep. They’re pinecones.”

“But to you, they mean something! You name them after people you care about! I’m the queen—you should care about me the most!” She flung an arm out, her voice rising as if she was delivering some grand speech to the kingdom. “I’m devastated! Utterly heartbroken!”

You rolled your eyes, brushing some dirt off your hands. “You’re the queen, Nia. I think you’ll survive.”

She peeked at you from between her fingers, eyes wide and imploring. “But it hurts, my love. You don’t even know how much I’ve suffered without my pinecone!”

“Nia,” you snapped, rubbing your forehead, “it’s a stupid pinecone! Why do you even care?”

She gasped again, her voice cracking with false anguish. “How could you say that? It’s not stupid if it means something to you! And if it means something to you, it should mean something to me! I just want to be part of this little… tradition of yours.”

You stood up, shaking the dirt from your pants as you glared down at her. “Well, too bad. I haven’t found a pinecone that reminds me of you. And honestly? I don’t think I will.”

Nia sat up, blinking at you in genuine surprise for a moment. Then, in typical fashion, she shrugged it off, standing up and brushing imaginary dirt from her gown. “Well, I suppose you just haven’t found a pinecone worthy of me yet.”

You huffed in frustration. “Or maybe I just don’t think you deserve one.”

Nia’s lips curled into a smile, and she stepped closer, her voice soft and teasing. “Oh, I see how it is. You’re just playing hard to get, aren’t you, darling?”

“Hard to—?” You groaned and turned away, thoroughly done with the conversation. “Forget it. I’m done talking about this.”

But Nia followed after you, clearly not ready to let go of the topic just yet. “Don’t worry, my love,” she said, her tone impossibly sweet. “I’ll be patient. When you finally find the perfect pinecone for me, I’ll cherish it forever.”

You grumbled under your breath as you stomped off. Nia was impossible, utterly impossible. But deep down, you knew she wouldn’t stop until she had that pinecone.

And you were completely right. Seeing how your side of your shared bed is covered in spiky pinecones, “I ordered a shipment of pinecones, search and find one best for your darling wife! Oh how romantic!” Nia giggles, kicking her feet in excitement as you, exasperated, sort through the pinecones only for her.

[rainy-writers]

When are y’all gonna get it through your heads that no one actually cared if the Velaryon boys were bastards or not? They could have come out with white hair, violet eyes, the whole shebang and the rumor still would have been spread because it was meant to undermine RHAENYRA and her claim, nothing else!!

It was a misogynistic attempt to paint her as reckless and irresponsible and another way for the greens to push for Aegon. It was fear mongering, meant to say “Hey! Choose Aegon because you guys don’t want a bastard on the throne, right?” And it didn’t fucking work, save for on the idiot audience that still eats this shit up and genuinely believes that the dance happened bc Harwin and Rhaenyra weren’t married, rather than realizing the whole theme is MISOGYNY!! ITS ABOUT USURPING A WOMAN NO MATTER WHAT SHE DOES, SOLEY BC SHES A WOMAN AND NOTHING ELSE!!

If she had no kids = Vote for Aegon cause she’s barren!!

If she had kids = Vote for Aegon cause they’re bastards!!

If she has kids that look exactly like her = Vote for Aegon bc her kids are clearly Daemon’s bastards am I right? Vote Aegon bc he’s clearly the more responsible of the two with his trueborn kids!!

It. Does. Not. Matter.

And it makes me so mad, especially when people say that the realm wouldn’t have accepted Jace like DUDE. Nobody is just casually going around saying these kids are bastards, save for the people that KNOW they can get away with it if they’re caught bc Viserys wouldn’t dare punish them. Aka:

Alicent, Otto, and her nightmare kids. That’s it. No, some random Lord in the Reach wasn’t preaching about Jace, Luke, and Joff being bastards. I sincerely hate to burst your bubble (NOT!) but you guys as an audience care more than the actual people that live in this world and it’s so funny.

Basic media literacy will tell you that NO, Westeros did not care. How do I know? Well it’s simple really. If they cared then majority of them simply wouldn’t pledge to support Rhaenyra, clearly knowing that Jace is her heir??

I mean, these are all of the houses that supported Rhaenyra AND Jace:

I mean do yall honestly think Cregan Stark thought Jace was a bastard when he swore an oath in BLOOD with Jace, marched PERSONALLY to the south AFTER Jace was dead, and tried to literally kill the CHILDREN of the Lord’s who rose up against him and Rhaenyra?

Do you think Lady Jeyne gaf when she personally pledged to support him? Lord Manderly? Hm.

No, they didn’t lmao.

So please, kill this narrative that “There was going to be rebellion if Jace ascended the throne” and “The realm wouldn’t accept him bc all of them secretly knew he was a bastard despite having no proof because his father, his grandfather and THEIR KING never said otherwise.”

It would not have happened y’all. And one day you blood purist, Velaryon boys haters are going to get it through your head that YES !! They were legitimate because no one ever said otherwise. It was never proven. Rumor isn’t proof. Hair isn’t proof for fucks sake. You need actual words from Laenor himself saying that RHAENYRA cheated and those boys are Harwin’s. You need Corlys passing over Luke for Driftmark and outright saying it’s because he’s a bastard to even get a SHREAD of doubt from the great houses.

One day you guys are going to realize that those boys were loved and no matter how much you try and discredit them, they will always be legitimate. Whether you like it or not, Viserys was content with Jace being on the throne after him, THE REALM was content, and Corlys Velaryon was ready to die peacefully knowing Luke was going to be after him. Hell, he damn near handed that boy the keys so don’t you dare say Luke didn’t deserve to inherit anything.

And sorry for the long post but some of yall are really starting to piss me off. Never mind that this is fiction, your attitude towards these boys is disguising and saying that they don’t deserve a good life, that they dont deserve things that were literally GIVEN to them with no complaints, and even going as far as to call them dirty or saying they deserve to die all because their mommy and daddy weren’t married is fucking disgusting.

This “bastards don’t deserve anything,” attitude needs to stop being preached by real life people. Hell, some of the people saying this are literally in the wedding photos of their own parents wedding LMAO. It concerns me on how much disregard you guys have for adopted kids (which is basically what they are to Laenor), and I’d hate to see the shit you preach in real life. Acting like blood actually matters in order for someone to be considered family.

Because regardless of what you believe, had their mother not been usurped because she was a WOMAN, Jace would have ruled, Luke would’ve gotten Driftmark and, yes, the world of Westeros would’ve kept fucking spinning.

By law these boys were legitimate and people seem to forget they came out of Rhaenyra’s coochie so REGARDLESS, they are Targaryen. Like unless Viserys or Daemon was their father, they were always going to be half NOT Targaryen lol…Just like Alicent’s kids. It just so happens that they’re half Strong, but again, it doesn’t matter, because Jace gets his claim from RHAENYRA, not his father, so even if Harwin was married to Rhaenyra he still would’ve been the heir?? Even if it wasn’t Laenor who was his father, he’d still be heir because of his mother and being married to someone does not change that.

Some people even go as far as to argue that they’re not Targaryen so Jace shouldn’t be the heir which is stupidest thing I’ve ever heard and the most blatant case of misogyny ever. Like unless your father cloned himself then you STILL get half your genes from your mother dumbass. They are as much Targaryen as the Hightower kids with their DARK HARIED PARENT, it just so happens that their Targ side is from a woman, not a man. Which, like I said, if you don’t consider them Targaryen just bc they don’t get their claim from their father then we know what you are. 🙃

But anyways, to make a long post short, yes these boys are legitimate, they were recognized as such by:

The King himself (who they’d be inheriting from)

Rhaenyra

Laenor (their father, who they’d be inheriting from and wanted Luke to have Driftmark)

Corlys (their grandfather, who Luke would be inheriting from and wanted Luke to have Driftmark)

Rhaenys

The Realm

History

And if you still don’t believe me, here’s the official Targaryen family tree from Fire and Blood which all of Westeros sees :)

You see how they’re listed as Velaryon? You see how they’re directly linked to Laenor and there’s no little astric saying how they’re bastards? Yeah me too.

PS - Read Fire and Blood as well. This whole argument about them being bastards is literally stemmed from no more than two paragraphs, IF that. And their legitimacy is never brought up again.

[amoosarte]

𝓞𝙐𝙍 𝙒𝙄𝙇𝘿𝙀𝙎𝙏 𝘿𝙍𝙀𝘼𝙈𝙎, LANDO NORRIS

𝗖𝗛𝗔𝗣𝗧𝗘𝗥 𝐈. THE START OF AN ADDICTION

SUMMARY, after a brutal breakup Loretta has had enough time to be cooped up on her ranch, leaving her friends to drag her out to have a fun night out, since it's her first time being out since her break up, many eyes follow her every step, until she meets an unusual man at the club.

WARNINGS, this contains explicit language, mention of cheating, alcohol, sexual intentions, making out to sex, and the mention of one night stands.

   Loretta didn’t know what she did to deserve what was happening to her right now. The twenty-five-year-old was about to lose it when she saw her now ex-boyfriend fucking a stupid redneck in her truck.

The ounce of disgust that spilled all over her face when she open the back of her truck to some ass. Making the unfaithful bastard gasp and pull the girl off of him, calling out to the girl who slammed the car door shut.

Loretta ran back into the house, making the pair in her truck hurry up to dress themselves. The redneck gasped in horror when she saw the barrel racer fuming back outside─only this time she wasn't playing.

Loretta knew it wasn't the smartest move, but she didn't give a fuck when she loaded her shotgun. Cocking the gun, letting a new round of ammo prepare itself to be fired.

"Darling, please, let's talk about this!" The man tried to reason with her, but it only her aim the gun towards him. "You and your bitch get the fuck off my property!" Loretta's eyes spoke anger, making him drag the girl out of the truck.

"Darling, let's talk about this please." He tried to reason with her, making her lose her cool. She fired the weapon right next to the ground where they stood, making them scream. "I ain't playin’ with you! Take your bitch home and expect your shit to be dumped out by the road." Lorette screamed.

"Y-You're fuckin' crazy!" The redneck screamed, clutching the back of the man's shirt. Loretta laughed at her remark, not faltering the gun once. "You're fuckin' stupid for messin' around with a barrel racer, don't think I don't know you, you're the little bitch who picks up the cow shit." Loretta laughed at her as she got red.

Loretta allowed her eyes to shift to the man guarding the girl. "Well then, scram!" With that the pair scrambled away, making the girl form a frown. Once the pair left in his truck, Loretta sighed, what was she going to do now?

Did the breakup affect her? She would say no, but to her workers, they would say it did. Loretta never left the ranch after the confrontation. She tended to her job, gathering the sheep, leading the herd of cows to their designated land, training the horses, and much more.

She worked herself to the bone, not wanting to talk to anyone at all. She sold her truck with the help of a friend, she dumped everything she found that was his. She refurbished her home like she always wanted, and she changed her way of life.

She changed, she had given herself a makeover. She wanted to enter a new era of her life, after 5 months, she was glowing.

The blonde woke up when her rooster called out, jumping out of bed and readying herself for some horseback riding. It was a good way to start her morning, the misty morning allowed fresh air into her lungs.

Watching the sunrise made her warm as she looked at the oranges, pinks, and yellows scattered around the sky. She would greet the group of men who worked with her to keep the land tightly. It was a normal day for her until her friends showed up.

"No."She bluntly told them, making them roll their eyes. "Yes, you are coming out with us tonight," Heidi told her, making the blonde huff around her office. Daniel was standing by the door as he watched his girlfriend and his friend bicker back and forward.

"C'mon Loretta, it would be nice if you got out of the house once in a while!" Daniel called out, making the girl glared at him. "You guys know, I don't want anything right now!" Loretta established her statement with her friend.

"Yes, we understand you on that, but you can still go out as a single gal!" Heidi smiled as she watched the girl consider it. "Please! You've just been cooped up on the ranch! If it's not here you're either at the bar or doing barrel racing!" Heidi begged her friend, making her groan.

"Alright, I'll go! But don't make me third wheel!" Loretta pointed at the couple, making the girl scream in delight and the man laugh.

"Okay, we'll see you there! Don't be late." Heidi smiled and walked away with her boyfriend. Loretta smiled at her friend's attempt, now she sighed. What was she going to wear? She hadn't gone out in a long time, perhaps if she dug around well, she could find something.

When the time came nearing, Loretta dismissed the workers, telling them they had the day off tomorrow. She wore a flared jean jumpsuit that had a slit opening near her chest, exposing her breast a tad, then added an aqua-detailed western concho belt and her cleanest boots under her pants. She styled her hair in a blown-out style before fixing her makeup, and then running out the door into her new truck.

To say the least, Loretta was pissin’ her pants as she walked into the bar. Trying to find her friends in the crowd of people, she tried her best to go into a crowd of people, but after being pushed around and whistled down on, she huffed and pulled out her phone. 

Loretta sat at the bar, telling Heidi where she was at. She told the woman behind the bar she wanted a beer, wanting nothing but to chug the shit down, and she did. “Woah, shouldn't you savor the flavor?” Loretta swallowed the bitter liquid down before looking at the man beside her. 

He was wearing a black button-up, one of the expensive ones she thought, and a pair of white fancy pants and to her surprise shoes, and not a pair of boots. She finally looked at the man who caught her attention, a nicely tanned man, who had a growing goat tee and the most remarkable pair of aquamarine-colored eyes. 

“Why would you want to savor such a bitter flavor?” Loretta asked him, making him raise an eyebrow. “It’s more about the nice cold liquid that does down my throat that I like,” Loretta told him before finishing the bottle. “Say, why are you dressed like that?” She asked him, making him smile. 

“My friend never told me the dress code, his fault I’m standing out so much.” He said before flagging down the bartender. “Ah, they dragged you down here?” Loretta asked him, making the man nod. “Two beers, Honey,” Loretta told the bartender, making the man right next to her confused. “It’s on me since I’m guessing you're more of a whiskey type of man?” Loretta assumed, and oddly she was correct. 

“The beer here is the best, in my opinion, you ought to give it a try.” She placed the beer bottle in front of him before taking a swing for herself. “Lorry!” A sweet voice called out behind her, making her turn over in her chair. “Ah, We finally found ya!” A male voice called out right behind the sweet one. 

Daniel and Heidi smiled at the pair, making them look at each other. “Lando this is Loretta, Loretta, Lando, if you guys haven't introduced yourselves yet,” Daniel said. Lando looked at Loretta before raising his hand for her to shake. “Pleasure.” 

“Likewise.” Loretta smiled at the man, then took a swing of her beer before hopping off from her seat and dragging Heidi towards the dance floor. As the pair of men watched as the girl danced, they soon turned to themselves to bicker.

“Why didn’t you tell me about the fucking dress code!” Lando scolded him, making Daniel laugh. “You told me we were going to a club!”Lando playfully shoved him, making him turn red. 

“We are, aren’t we?” Daniel sent him a smirk, making the man groan. “Man, you know what I’m talking about! Plus why didn’t you tell me she was hot too!” Lando wanted nothing but to shrink down and hide. “I have a girlfriend.” Daniel rolled his eyes at his dramatic friend. 

“Either way!” Lando looked at the pair who was having the time of their life, making him think hard. “Is she single?” Lando asked, making Daniel nod. “Yup, but she said she ain’t ready for another relationship, perhaps you can change her mind, eh?” He told him. 

The night had worked in Loretta's favor, she will admit, she was having fun. As she made her way back to the bar, she noticed the same man parked in his seat. “Have you just been sat there?” She asked, getting his attention. “A beer please.” She said as she sat right next to him again.

“I’m a bit embarrassed, to be honest,” Lando told her, taking a sip of his margarita. “Why? Is it because of your outfit?” She asked, and she got her response when he nodded. “Please, you look fine, y’know what?” Loretta once again chugged her beer down, it was a nasty habit of hers. Lando got confused as she pulled him out of his chair. 

“We are going to dance,” Loretta told him before spinning around and leading him to the floor. Lando looked around him, seeing a bunch of country folk dance together. “Sorry, but I don’t know how to dance like this?” Lando looked at her nervously.

“It’s fine, I got boots, feel free to step on my toes.” Loretta joked around, trying to ease him up. 

As they stood in position, she looked at him once again. “Honestly, I don’t know how to dance this too, but let’s go with the flow?” She smiled, making him ease up. They dance, well actually, they move to the rhythm of the song, and they end up having fun.

“You know, you look really good tonight,” Lando muttered into her ear as they tried to the now crowded dance floor. 

Loretta was about to thank him when someone tapped her ass, making her spin around to see who did it, and to her surprise, it was James, her ex. “Wow, if it isn’t Loretta, always knew you were a whore, just look at how you dress.” He scoffed, making her roll her eyes in annoyance.

“Hey man, leave her alone.” Lando stepped in but was held back by Loretta. “Is this who you’re sleeping with now?” James eyed down Lando. 

Loretta scoffed, “So what if I am, why do you care? You cheated remember? You’re lost.” She said, a smirk growing when she saw the man become mad. “Whatever, let’s go Lando.” Loretta dragged Lando away before she felt someone snatch her hair, making her scream. 

“You bitch, what makes you think you can speak to me like that?” James had pulled her hair, making the girl visibly mad. Lando’s mouth dropped at the scene but before he could step in, Loretta defended herself. She threw a punch, making the man tumble a bit. “I can talk to you however the fuck I want, you ain’t no one but a bitch.” Loretta spat near him, making him more visibly upset. 

James grew red but before he could lay a hand towards Loretta, a couple of men held him back, probably the security. Loretta watched as he was dragged away, she groaned as she massaged the part where her hair was pulled. “Sorry about that.” She apologized to Lando, but he shrugged it off.

“Please you have nothing to apologize for, it was lowkey hot.” Lando blurted but mumbled the last bit. 

 “Sorry, I'm going to leave now.” Loretta blurted out, making her way towards the bar to pay. Lando stopped her, making her confused, “Don’t worry about it, I paid for it.” He told her, making her shocked. “Oh god, you didn’t have to!” Loretta pulled her phone out to pay him back before Lando laughed. 

“Honestly, It’s fine.” Lando smiled, before asking her something. “Can I walk you to your car?” Lando asked, making her red but thanks to the dim lights it wasn’t that noticeable. Never in her life had anyone offered, even when she was in a relationship, it was her first. 

“Uh, sure.” Loretta smiled, and they waved Heidi and Daniel goodbye as they walked out of the club. “Thanks to you and the others, I had fun tonight,” Loretta smiled as the air touched the layer of sweat on her skin. “Same, It was a nice difference to what I’m used to.” Lando smiled at her too, before walking her to her car. 

“Oh, you drive a truck.” Lando laughed as the girl laughed as well. “Yeah, it’s for work.” Loretta smiled at his amusement, before turning towards him. “Uh, then goodnight.” Loretta smiled at him, making him turn towards her. “Uh, I meant what I said, you looked really good tonight.” He told her, and it shifted the air. 

“If you don’t mind, do you want to go out another day? Uh as friends if you want! It's honestly fine, you seem like a nice–” Lando rambled but was interrupted by Loretta as she kissed him. 

Was it weird to kiss a stranger? Honesty Loretta felt new to this, it’s been a long time since she tried something. Then again, it felt nice interacting with men again, especially someone like Lando. She was about to pull away until Lando kissed her back, lips tasting like the bitter beer she chugged, but the strawberry lipgloss she applied every time she wandered off masked it right. 

Lando wasn’t going to fucking lie, he was attracted to the girl. Wanting nothing but to take her out, get to know her, and just be around her. How he loved how his night shifted. 

He gently pinned her to her truck door, letting his lips kiss her nicely, but her plum lips harshly wanted more. Loretta was deprived of some action and wanted more. She moaned lightly as Lando placed his hands on her hips, as she ran her fingers through his curls. 

Then the noise of a car unlocking scared them, making them jump off from each other.  “Uh, sorry.” Loretta fixed her hair, but she could feel her face become beat red. Lando nodded and cleared his throat, he felt like he was on fire. 

The pair looked at each other and smiled. “Do you, uh– do you want to go to my house? We can pick up from there if you want.” Loretta boldly asked, making the boy speechless and now very red, but he managed to give her a nod.

Loretta had no fucking clue what she was doing, she was shittin bricks when she pulled up to her front lawn, then saw his car pull up behind her. Lando felt her nervousness, and he wanted nothing but to reciprocate those feelings. But when they stood in front of each other, everything seemed to click. 

Loretta loved the texture of his curls when they were in her fingers. She didn’t let go of his lips for a second as he walked her through her front door, clinging lightly to her clothes. She broke their kiss when her back hit the stair railing, making her look at him.

She closed the front door before pulling the clueless boy upstairs. Lando chose this tiny adventure to study Loretta’s home, it was nice and homey. Then before he could look around more, Loretta pulled him into her bedroom, pulling him from his thought process by kissing his lips once again.

She had started to unbutton his black button-up as he too unzipped her jumpsuit, making them both look at their exposed skin, wanting nothing but to run their hands across it. Lando was the first to take off an article of clothes, ducking his head down to kiss her neck and collarbone. 

Loretta moaned as she felt his lips suck on her deprived skin, then the feeling of her hands running across his bare tan back. She plopped down onto the bed and she let him pull her arms out of the straps of the jumpsuit, exposing her tender breast. 

It’s been so long since she was able to expose herself to someone, so long since she tasted someone. She inhaled as she looked up towards Lando as he held himself back, making her pull his belt loops towards her. 

Allowing him to touch her, she gasped lightly as he touched her so softly and gently. She was so new to this, making her want to cling to him as much as possible.

꒰𝘁𝗮𝗴𝗹𝗶𝘀𝘁: @landitolover, @d6za1, @ch3rryknots @louvrepool @thearchieves @moneygramhaas ꒱

[sunshineting]

⭐︎two sides of the same fucked up coin⭐︎     pt2  pt3

toxic!eren x toxic!reader, toxic!reader x Erwin smith

word count- 1418

summary- your boyfriend cheats on you so you decide to cheat back... with his boss ♡

lmk if anyone wants a part 2 with erens reaction hehe ive got some things in mind

minors DNI PLS 🤬

Your relationship with Eren Jaeger was… haphazard, at best. Arguments were a near daily occurrence; yelling, cussing, throwing shit at each other, name calling were all on the table in these bouts. The bad days were really bad. But the good days? Oh, they were amazing. Lavish dates, expensive gifts, treating each other like royalty. You two were so lovey dovey on good days. Everyone had whiplash from the back and forth and just wished you’d leave each other alone.

This time though, Eren took it too fucking far. The two of you had a fight the week prior; you’ve forgotten what it was even about at this point. But, at some point you told him, “If you want a bitch that’s gon bend over backwards for you at your every beck and call, go fuck that thirsty bitch Mikasa!”

And that rat bastard actually did. Oh, you were going to fucking kill him. And her, too, because the bitch knew y’all were together. He’d come back to your apartment in the middle of the night, begging for forgiveness. The guilt ate him up inside and he confessed before you found out because he knew you would. As he told you, your eye had twitched and your fists were balled, but you remained relatively calm. You didn’t stab him like you wanted to, so that was a good sign. All you said was to get out. After he’d left, you screamed, cried, and punched your pillows. You’d even blocked him on everything you could. You didn’t eat for a good two days after that because you were so sick to your stomach about it. But then, you’d gotten an idea. Why should you be agonizing over something he did? He deserves to feel the sickness that you feel. He hurt you. He deserves to hurt, too.

So, here you are. Being wined and dined by Eren’s boss, Erwin Smith. Erwin is a tall, broad man; towering over your short height. He wears a nice button down shirt and well fitting slacks with expensive looking dress shoes. His blond hair is thick and neatly styled; a business man through and through.

“...so, yes business is booming. Would you like more wine?” Erwin had been saying something about his company, but you’d tuned him out. You give him a charming smile and accept the drink. The rest of the night goes by according to plan, having good conversation and even better food and drink. If circumstances were different, you could see yourself actually dating this man. He’s attentive, chivalrous, and handsome as hell. Yeah, he’s about a decade older than you, but fuck it. When he drives you home, you invite him inside.

“I know my apartment is super tiny compared to your house, but I’d really like it if you keep me company for a while. I can make us some tea, if you’d like?” You say, batting your eyelashes up at him. He graciously accepts and steps inside. You make light conversation as you prepare the kettle. After the hot bev, you ask innocently, “Can I kiss you?”

Erwin takes this and runs with it. He rushes into you, bending down to crash his lips into yours. He’s ravenous, kissing you hungrily and running his hands all over your body. His hands are huge and gripping you in all the right places. Your hips, your ass, your tits. You push your tongue into his hungry mouth, attempting to take a little more control, but Erwin isn’t having it. He bites your bottom lip with a light growl.

“You’ve been seducing me all night, young lady. And here I was, thinking you were a good little girl.” His voice is low and heavy with lust. You swallow thickly. Running your hand down his chest, you find yourself at his belt. You bite your lip and gaze up at him into his oceanic eyes.

“Come to my room?” You ask, voice small. Leading him to your room, you can’t help but smile to yourself. If you’d known getting revenge would be this fun, you’d have done it sooner. You’re enjoying yourself with Erwin, but a pang of guilt does strike your heart. The only thing you didn’t like was bringing an innocent man into your issues with Eren. You push those thoughts away and straddle Erwin on your bed. You can feel his thick cock through his pants and you’re eager to get to it. He grinds himself up into you while gripping your hips tightly. A surprised moan escapes from your throat. Your bodycon dress is pulled up to your waist, exposing you from there down. You had worn the tiniest panties you owned, just for this. Erwin groans seeing you like this, exposed and dripping wet.

“You’re sure you want this?” The man questions.

“Yes, please.”

That was all he needed to pull your dress up further. He removes it entirely and marvels at the sight of you. Ruffled hair, pleading eyes, puffy lips. Not even mentioning your soft, curvaceous body. You lift yourself up from him for a moment to allow him to remove his own clothes. His cock is about average length, but it’s deliciously thick. You could tell he’d give you a good stretch.

“Do you have a condom?” You murmur in Erwin’s ear. Erwin pulls one from his discarded pants and slides it on. Sitting back down on his lap, you rub yourself along his length. It feels so good feeling him rub against your swollen clit. He aligns himself at your entrance and with one swift motion fills you. A mewl escapes you as you feel the sudden stretch.

“You feel so good wrapped around me,” Erwin groans. Your gushy walls surround him, sucking him in. Erwin is so broad, you’re bracing your hands on his chest to balance yourself. His blond hair is now disheveled and he has an animalistic look in his eyes. The put together business man of before has been abandoned. Something about it makes your pussy even wetter. You bounce on his cock repeatedly, each motion getting you closer to your bliss. Your legs start to tire, so Erwin grabs the back of your neck and pulls you to lay on his chest. He then grabs you by the hips and fucks up into you. His pace is short and quick; he’s eager to chase his orgasm. His cock hits your most sensitive spot over and over making you cream all over him.

“Don’t stop, I’m so close,” you whine. Erwin’s rhythm doesn’t falter, instead he gets rougher with each stroke. His arms have you caged in, pressed against him. The strength of him squeezing you sends you over the edge. You fall apart on him; pussy fluttering and gushing around his cock. After he feels your orgasm wash away, Erwin flips you over. Your knees are damn near touching your ears the way he’s got you bent up. He’s so deep he’s hitting your cervix. His balls are slapping your ass with every thrust. The room is filled with the lewd symphony of your pussy squelching, heavy breathing, and skin slapping skin.

“I’m about to cum,” Erwin grunts. His pace falters, his hips tremble, and you feel his cock twitch inside you. He lets out a groan with a shudder. He slides out of you slowly then removes the now full condom. You watch him tie the condom off and toss it into the trash.

“Let’s get you cleaned up and we can go to sleep, yeah?” Erwin suggests. He’s such a good guy. Yet another pang of guilt hits you. If things were different, Erwin could definitely be a good partner. Unfortunately, your heart belonged to Eren.

After getting cleaned up, the two of you get comfortable in your bed. Erwin falls asleep first, a light snore coming from him. You take this time to grab your phone and take a few pictures of Erwin’s sleeping form. You make sure to get a good picture so it’s evident who he is and that you’re with him.

In the morning, you bid Erwin farewell with a kiss on the cheek. You scroll through your contacts to find Eren ❤️‍🔥 Jaeger. Unblock. After unblocking Erens contact, a sea of messages flood your phone. You barely skim them; most of them apologies, some blame you for driving him to cheat. Eyeroll. He’s about to be sorry, all right.

To Eren ❤️‍🔥: Attachment: 2 images

‘We forgive you ❤️’

[iliveforyouilongforyouvesuvia]

Oh! Do you think it’s possible for you to do a drabble about Julian & Portia getting more in tune with magic and subsequently their familier’s? Maybe one about Julian finally being able to understand Malak in some way, shape, or form?

You know that, technically, this could be considered cheating, but both of your students have really been working at the "getting in touch with my familiar" thing and seeing either of them discouraged is like ice to your chest. You approach the Devorak siblings with the pouch of dust you've spent all the previous day on and hope this goes as well as you've planned.

"MC? What's that?"

"It's a communication enchantment. It'll only last a few minutes, but if I sprinkle this on Pepi and Malak you should be able to understand their voices."

Julian perks up. Portia claps her hands in excitement. Pepi hops off of her lap to approach you, tail up in anticipation. Malak is uncharacteristically calm, watching his master's obliviousness to him, and seemingly brewing the calm before the storm. You're a little worried about that but it's too late to back out now.

"Could you please stand in front of me and hold your familiars?"

The two redheads follow your cues, the animals involved holding still as you murmur a few words under your breath and upend the pouch over them. There's a moment of expectant silence. Portia looks down at where her cat is cradled in her arms.

"Pepi? Can you hear me okay, baby?"

"I'm always hearing you, peep!"

You turn from where they're both erupting into happy giggles and excited talking to where Malak is still perched on Julian's glove, eerily silent. The doctor glances nervously from your face to the raven's cold, menacing aura and back to you. You give him an encouraging nod.

"Go on."

"Ah - er, Malak -"

"You BASTARD!"

You stand frozen in shock as the raven lets out years of pent up stress and loving frustration in an unholy screech. Julian starts to stammer as Malak unloads a relationship's worth of miscommunications on him.

"DO YOU REMEMBER FIRENT? I WAS TELLING YOU TO GO LEFT. LEFT, TO THE PUB, YOU MADMAN, NOT RUNNING BACK TOWARDS THE GUARDS WHILE YOU TOLD ME TO GET AWAY! I'M A BIRD! DO YOU THINK THEY CAN FOLLOW ME INTO THE AIR?!?"

"M-Malak, my old friend -"

"OLD FRIENDS? IS THAT WHAT WE ARE? ALL YOU CALL ME IS 'THE RAVEN'! I DON'T KNOW IF YOU'RE TALKING ABOUT ME OR THE TAVERN!"

"Well, yes, I ah - I suppose I haven't been very fair to you -"

"FAIR?! YOU WANT TO KNOW WHAT'S NOT FAIR?! I'VE BEEN KEEPING WATCH OVER YOU EVERY NIGHT FOR YEARS AND YOU STILL ACT LIKE IT'S NOT SAFE TO SLEEP. OH, AND YOU REMEMBER WHAT HAPPENED IN THE CROW'S NEST?!"

"Let's not get ahead of ourselves -"

"I TOLD YOU TO STAY SAFE UP THERE, BUT NOOO, YOU JUST HAD TO GET TANGLED IN THE RIGGING WHILE THE SHIP WAS ATTACKED. AND ABOUT THAT PASSING IN THE STRAIT OF SEALS -"

"You're right!" Julian's started to cower in front of Malak's onslaught, clearly regretful. "I'm a terrible master! You don't deserve - no, you never deserved to be stuck with someone like me. I've brought nothing but misery to you -"

"YOU'RE MISSING THE POINT, YOU -"

And Malak's tirade cuts off with a loud squawk, wings flapping up a whirlwind of feathers as the spell wears off. Julian straightens up at the realization with his attempt at a dastardly grin.

"Hah! Not so easy to torment this wretched man now, is it?"

He winces when the enraged corvid lets out an ear-piercing screech. Malak takes advantage of his eyepatched blind side, hops up the doctor's arm, seizes a clump of red curls in his beak, and gives them a firm tweak with a twitch of his head. Julian yelps.

"I'm sorry! I'm sorry! I take it back!"

You glance from the ongoing kerfuffle to where Portia and Pepi are sitting wide-eyed on the floor, cuddling each other peacefully and soaking up the drama with the occasional catlike smirk.

"It's about time he had someone besides me give him a real talking-to."

"Peep!"

[myths-tournaments]

Awful Characters Round 2 Part 1 (5/8)

Propaganda under the cut!

SHEN JIU

YES he abused a child and killed an entire manor of people, but it was probably only one child and allegedly the people sucked. Surely this is not behavior deserving of being turned into a human stick or having your body possessed by a weeb. I love him because sometimes mean people are fun and also who can resist a good redemption tale (he deserves one).

BENNY GECKO

The first thing that happens in new vegas is that benny fucking shoots your character in the face, steals your shit and leaves you in an open grave. Benny is by all accounts a bastard. He kills you, steals from you, he killed his last boss, he is the single most duplicitous man around. His gang are all about honesty- except him. He's a lying, cheating bastard. The guys who helped him catch you? He skipped on paying them and left them to get shot to death. His new boss, mr.house? He stole his robot, broke it open, got someone to reprogram it and decided to use it to TAKE OVER THE WHOLE OF VEGAS. Benny literally kills people, lies to people, steals their shit and takes charge. That's all benny does. He gets fucking CRUCIFIED if you don't help him out just because so many people fucking hate him. And yet. And yet. Benny is the single most compelling character in the whole game to me. He's just a little guy! He's just there! You can get shot in the head and come back and he goes "what in the goddamn" and then if you try and flirt with him he's like "uhhh sure? Okay?" And leaves you a polite note in the morning. He's fancy. He wears a stupid suit. He has a tiny gun with shitty bullets. He's catholic. He talks like an old timey news presenter. Literally nobody else in the entire game does that. He's got an intelligence of 3. He's my funtime boy. My silly little man. He's so funny. The antagonist in this game is a guy dressed like a tablecloth who looks at all times like a confused dog who doesn't understand what a tv is. And like. He's compelling. He robs from you, shoots you, but…. he never seems to actually wish you harm. He kills and robs and lies but like. He apologises for doing it to you. When he sees you again he doesn't attack you, he's just… confused. He tries to defuse the situation. You can convince him to talk to you, alone, with no guards and it's not that hard. If you spare his life, he doesn't go after you, like. Even if you sleep with him he doesn't take advantage of that and kill you, even if you try to. He… he just leaves. He gives you an apology. If he gets kidnapped by Caesar He just… apologizes again. He tells you his whole plan to take over the city, too. He thinks he'll die, and he wants something of him to survive. He's happy that you made it. And if you let him free, he just… leaves. He knows he's beat, he doesn't want to cause any more trouble. He walks out and leaves. The NCR will kill you if you cross them. The legion will crucify you. House? He'll blow you the fuck up. But benny, the guy who lies and cheats and schemes, he's honest. He's polite. He's… harmless. You can kill him with a single shot if you want. And he can't kill you. He doesn't kill you the first time, and he'll never really hurt you again. Benny just wanted to win. When he knows he's beat he just leaves. No lingering, no harm, he's off, off into the desert heat, and never seen again. Isn't that just insane? like have you ever known an antagonist so polite? He just leaves!! He offers you a drink!! His plan is genuinely probably the best one for the people of new vegas!!! He's. Benny is Benny.

Anyway if you want to see some REAL propaganda go to the blog @letmebegaytodd and look in the #benny tag. You'll Understand < https://www.tumblr.com/letmebegaytodd/717051175751614464/in-another-life-i-wouldve-really-liked-just> <- look at this shit man

[ravenclawloverofseverussnape]

What are your opinions on snarry?

Hi, thank you very much for asking, I hope more people ask what I think about other ships, Snarry in particular..... I don't like it and I have several reasons for this.

the age difference

veran Severus is 20 years older than him, oh 21? I don't remember, the point is that the age difference is huge for me.

He is the son of James Potter

Harry is James Potter's son, which in itself leaves me conflicted. I have no opinion of Harry, but I do of James. I hate him for being a bully and practically cheating on his wife about how he "grew up," demeaned Vernon and Petunia, and intimidated muggle police officers when he's supposed to be locked up because of the prophecy.

Oh, and don't get me started on Snape's worst memory, damn, that was UNFORGETTABLE AT ALL.

He is the son of Lily Evans Potter

you see, I don't like this character very much, I've already explained why but I'll say it in summary: the fandom, J.K Rowling's writing etc paint her as "the good popular girl who wants to be with the bully even though she knows he's a bastard and falls into the clutches of that bastard (James)" it is said that she is a good friend.... but she doesn't want Snape to defend himself, despite the fact that she knows that , although the marauders DO NOT use dark arts, she continues to defend them just because of that fact and calls Snape "obsessed with the marauders" uff That's a low blow for me.

He then doesn't ask Snape about the werewolf prank, doesn't question him if it's okay, just claims that "he should be grateful to James for saving him" and claims that's what happened, doesn't bother to ask any further questions, indicating that he doesn't really care.

Let's not talk about her lack of intervention in Severus' worst memory, she spent the whole time talking to him instead of asking if Severus was okay, Lily is a popular girl who could have tried to call someone to help her or if she's so smart she could have freed him or called a teacher if she was afraid that Sirius or Peter would attack her, she could even call Remus since he's a prefect! So many things wrong with her

Harry is the product of one of HP's most toxic couples

I don't think that Jily is a good couple, James made fun of Vernon Dursley, the fiancé of Petunia Evans, the sister of his wife Lily, bragging about riches that they do not understand being muggles, Lily does not intervene in that probably, which makes his relationship with Petunia break even more, with this point also James put Lily's life at risk by running away from home knowing that Voldemort is looking for him, he being hidden in an invisibility cloak and I firmly believe that Lily was making excuses for the (childish) behavior of her husband James Potter.

For me it seems like double standards when they say that using magic on muggles is horrible, but when James shows off his wealth to Vernon and Petunia it's okay (if these characters are detestable but they are still muggles, whether we like it or not)

Lily (even though I don't like her) deserves better than James Potter.

Why did you mention Jily in a post about giving my opinion of Snarry?

Simple, the mere creation of Harry would be a trigger for Severus, yes as a fan of Severus I am aware that Harry is not to blame for having been conceived by one of the most toxic couples in the Harry Potter series, but Harry himself would be a trauma trigger for Severus when remembering the face of James Potter, a character who... until now we do not know if he redeemed himself since he died at 21, but we have seen that Severus has a trauma when seeing Harry.

Severus would need a lot of therapy to be able to have Harry as a couple.

It would take a lot of therapy to heal his past traumas, to cope with them and not see Harry as an extension of James Potter but as an individual being.

Entiendo por qué a algunas personas les gusta Snarry: la dinámica de enemigos a amantes es muy interesante, tengo que admitirlo (como alguien a quien le gusta Snirius), pero no me gusta Snarry por estas razones, creo que Severus merece alejarse de la fuente del trauma (Hogwarts, spinner ends, etc.).

[salemshotspot]

USE YOUR WORDS

Drew McIntyre x CM Punk

Song Fic

WORD COUNT: 4.3k

DESC: Punk helps Drew use his words after a night Drew would rather forget

WARNINGS: SMUT 18+ MDNI//Swearing//Not Proof Read//Alcohol Mentions//Implied Mentions Of Being Drunk//Simultaneously Hate And Sympathy Fucking//Characters Acting Out Of Character//Hints Of Using Sex As A Coping Mechanism//Implied Self-Worth Issues//Angst If You Squint//Dog Collar And Chain//Implication Of Collaring As Ownership//Choking Via Collar And Chain//Generic Pet Names//Praise//Is It Still Cock Warming If It's In The Mouth//Leg Humping//One Case Of Slight Degrading//Oral//Slight Hint At Overstimulation

RED >> Song Lyrics

A/N >> This is set during 2024 Clast At The Castle and some of the song lyrics are changed ever so slightly to make grammatical sense :)

TAGS: @jobikinn [ik you wanted to be tagged in the upcoming punkintyre fic but I tagged you here too, lmk if you don't want to be tagged in other upcoming punkintrye fics :)]

Enjoy!

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Drew's heart raced as he finally pinned Damien and after fifteen long seconds passed a referee raced towards the ring and began counting Drew's pin, 'this is it' Drew thought, unable to contain his excitement. Drew was pulled from his excitement as the referee's hand hitting the ring didn't echo through his ears for a third and final time.

As Drew's head darted towards the referee his eyes widened in shock, his eyes must be playing a trick on him, he blinked quickly in an attempt to refocus his eyes but no matter how much he blinked the figure in front of him wouldn't change. It was Phil Brooks; it was the one man he couldn't bring himself to admit he didn't completely despise; CM Punk.

Blinded by his rage as Phil begins to taunt him, Drew took his focus from Damien and backed Phil into the corner of the ring, wrapping his large hand around Phil's neck, causing the man's mouth to contort into a triumph smirk. As Drew's hand tightens around Phil's neck, Phil kicked Drew as hard as he could between his legs, running out of the ring as a real referee made his way back to the ring. Consumed by pain and anger, Drew didn't notice as Damien threw himself over him, he didn't notice as the referee began to count, he didn't even fully notice he had just lost the title again, all he was focused on was getting out of the ring and finding Phil.

As Drew was making his way backstage he locked eyes with Paul 'Triple H' Levesque and to say Drew was angry would've been an offensive understatement. Before he could even form a single thought Drew was practically running towards the older man. 'What the fuck was that' Drew bellowed as he wasn't told Phil was going to be there, let alone be told he was going to once again ruin his chance at the title he knew that, more than anyone else in the company, he deserved. In an attempt to both calm and contain the situation Paul suggested that they continue the conversation in his office to which Drew reluctantly agreed.

'Seriously Paul what is going on?' Drew once again questioned, eliciting a small sigh from Paul who answered in a tired voice; 'it's nothing personal Drew-' he began. Before he could continue Drew cut him off angrily; 'nothing personal?' he mocked before continuing in disbelief, 'Paul this isn't the first time you've arranged for that smug bastard to cheat me out of a title, how is this not personal.' Still attempting to keep the situation calm Paul took a moment to collect his thoughts before responding to Drew; 'the fans absolutely love what you and Phil have going on at the moment, it was simply a wise business move to have him come in and ruin your chance at the title again.' Drew couldn't believe what he was hearing, yes he understood that it was a 'wise business move' to have this happen but he couldn't get over the fact he wasn't consulted about this, it was like no one cared about him as a person, they merely saw him as a pawn in this whole thing. Unable to mask his frustrations, tears began to pool in Drew's eyes due to the intense anger he was feeling; before Paul could say anything Drew muttered loudly, 'fuck this company' before storming out of the office.

The thought of finding Phil no longer fuelled the fire within Drew, all he wanted to do now was get drunk enough to forget this entire thing, to forget the entire company; without a second thought Drew left the arena and headed to a nearby pub, the one good thing about being humiliated in his home country is he knew the places where he could drown his sorrows like the back of his hand.

As the hours slowly ticked by Drew couldn't help but delve into his subconscious thoughts, his thoughts that were only ever coaxed out by the manipulative aid of alcohol. Drew's hatred for Phil was something that was always exaggerated in the ring, their relationship outside of the ring was something much more complex. There was something beautifully tragic about the way their souls were intertwined; it was almost as if to exist without each other would be to live the life of an irreligious martyr but to exist together would condemn them to a glorious demise in the name of self-destruction.

As Drew continued to both resent and find comfort in the way his very being ached for the same man that made him angry enough to be so irrational, the very man his mind was fixated in rushed into the pub; a subtle worry hidden behind his unwavering expression. As he made his way over to Drew, Drew stood up to leave, causing Phil to raise an eyebrow at him and encouraging him to stop being so stubborn and to sit back down to which Drew reluctantly complied knowing he was probably too drunk to safely make his way out of the pub in this state.

Once both men had sat down there was a brief moment of agonising silence before Phil broke the silence; 'I never had you down as a sore loser' he attempted to joke to lighten the mood to no one's amusement but his own. Letting out a long, defeated sigh Drew replied in what was barely a whisper; 'Don't Phil' he briefly paused 'Not today, any day but today.' Phil frowned, he's never seen Drew so defeated, so miserable, no matter what happened there was always a soft glint in his eye, a glint which was determined to prove to the world that it hasn't defeated him; but now that glint Phil loved to see was gone, drowning in a pool of alcohol and although he would never admit it, seeing Drew like this terrified Phil. 'Come on it can't be that bad' Phil insisted to which Drew scoffed, taking another large sip of his beer, 'Not that bad?' He practically shouted, 'that entire company sees me as a joke and you think it's not that bad' Drew spat out as he attempted to stop tears forming in his eyes before lowering his voice; 'you know they didn't even tell me you were coming out tonight?' He sadly muttered.

Phil didn't know what to say so he did the only thing he could do in this moment of vulnerability which he wasn't used to being allowed to see from anyone, especially Drew, he never thought Drew would trust him enough to let him see him like this; 'I'm sorry' Phil said softly, his words causing Drew's head to instinctively turn towards him, it wasn't every day Drew heard that from Phil, 'I didn't know no one had told you.'

There was something about Phil's simple words that in Drew's drunken state made him feel heard, that made him feel like for the first time in a painfully long time somebody valued him enough to believe he was a person worthy of hearing. 'You've always been good with your words' Drew began 'do you remember that time we were running through a promo a while ago and I kept messing up?' Phil hummed in curious agreement as Drew continued, 'you said I'm no good with words' he let out a self-deprecating laugh 'well I'm worse with them now.' Phil confirmed he remembered the interaction and prompted him to continue speaking, 'you know I tried to talk to Paul earlier and I ended up just crying at him' Drew confessed.

Phil noticed Drew was steadily spiralling the more he drank, leading to Phil offering to take Drew home before he declined further and luckily for both of the men Drew almost immediately agreed. Phil was deceitfully strong causing him to be able to pull Drew up and carry him to his car with ease.

Once Phil neared Drew's house he noticed Drew begin to grow restless; 'are you ok?' Phil asked; Drew wanted nothing more than to ask Phil to stay the night because as much as he, at least on some level, hated Phil, he hated himself so much more. Although Drew was screaming at himself to just speak his mind was suddenly weighed down with words that felt too overdramatic to ever speak to anybody, especially not Phil. Drew sighed, thinking to himself 'tonight can't get much worse' before weakly asking Phil to not leave him alone tonight.

Phil couldn't help but smirk as he helped him into his house, jokingly teasing Drew; 'I've barely stuttered out a joke of a romantic and you want to be stuck to my tongue.' Drew rolled his eyes instantly regretting saying anything, 'oh please Punk' Drew teased 'you couldn't be romantic if you tried' he declared with a light chuckle.

Now inside the house Phil corned Drew, backing him against a wall immediately matching the Scottish man's attitude; 'oh yeah McIntyre? Well no one should ever feel like the greatest man in the world can't be romantic.' The physical closeness of the two men made Drew blush as he felt Phil's breath move towards his ear as he whispered 'and if you're as bad with your words as you're saying I'll definitely be staying because I don't want to forget how your voice sounds.'

Drew tried to think of a smart response but he came up short, unable to say anything, to which Phil responded; 'well that settles it I'm staying, my words are clearly all that you have so you'll need them just to get by.' Drew couldn't stop his mouth contorting into a smile as Phil said he'd stay, deep down Drew knew if he was sober he wouldn't have wanted Phil to stay but he also knew that no matter what he thought about Phil he was the only person who could make him forget every thought that was determined to destroy him.

Phil smirked as Drew smiled, his dark eyes seemingly filling with warmth, suddenly an idea crept into Phil's mind. Gently cupping Drew's face in his hand Phil softly spoke; 'wait here' he requested as he quickly went back to his car. Over the weekend Phil had a photoshoot commemorating the two year anniversary of his AEW dog collar match with MJF meaning that he happened to still have his collar and chain he wore in the back of his car. Phil grabbed the cool leather collar and pulled it close to him, the chain rattling as it was yanked upwards, before heading back to Drew.

As Phil re-entered the house, dog collar in hand and devilish smile plastered across his face, Drew's eyes widened at the sight of the collar; 'you're crazy if you think that's going anywhere near me' Drew quickly spoke. Without missing a beat Phil replied with a mocking smirk; 'now now' he began sarcastically, 'you said you're getting worse with your words so I'm going to help you.' While unclasping the dog collar, reaching his arms around Drew's neck he whispered almost compassionately; 'it's the least I can do after tonight.'

As Phil fitted the collar around Drew's throat he couldn't help the way his cock began to strain against his pants as his eyes examined the way his collar tightly hugged the taller man's throat. Phil could barely contain himself, he'd always secretly fantasied about Drew in his collar but he never imagined he would look this good; the way the leather clung to his throat, ever so slightly too small for the man, not enough to choke him but enough to make its presence known, the way Drew's eyes widen as Phil wrapped the chain of the collar around his hand practically terrified to let go; Phil never thought Drew would look this good at his mercy.

Drew's voice pulled both men's attention back to the room; 'what exactly are you going to do?' Drew questioned with a hint of curious anxiety lacing his voice to which Phil let out a chuckle and replied in a teasing manner, 'I put a collar around that throat of yours and you lose your hearing?' As Drew pouted and lowered his head Phil gently tightened his grip on the chain and raised it upwards, causing Drew's head to involuntarily lift as the two men's eyes met; 'I said I'm going to help you with your words McIntyre' Phil repeated in a more dominant tone.

Drew was practically falling apart at the sound of Phil's voice; he knew deep down it wasn't healthy to crave Phil's touch whenever he felt down but the hatred he felt for the man was quickly outshone the second he felt Phil's eyes grow both lustful and full of pity; although he hated himself for craving Phil, he knew this was the life he loved to lead.

Phil effortlessly pulled on the chain in his hand leading Drew to the living room and seated himself on the couch. As Drew attempted to sit next to Phil, Phil placed his hand on Drew's chest and gently but firmly pushed him down, causing Drew to end up kneeling on the floor in front of the man who had an increasingly smug look painting his face.

Looking down at the man kneeling before him Phil couldn't help but smile as he ran his slender fingers through the man's black locks before speaking in a voice which Drew was desperate enough to perceive as loving; 'good boy' he mocked as he saw how willing Drew was to bend to his will. Drew wanted to roll his eyes, he wanted to tell Phil how much he hated him, he wanted to do anything, but he couldn't, all he could do was softly whimper as the praise falling from Phil's mouth caused Drew's cock to lightly twitch.

Embarrassed by his reaction to Phil's words, Drew muttered out; 'asshole' which caused Phil to laugh as he responded, 'come on now' he began, 'there's no need to be so miserable' he joked. Drew let out a quiet laugh that was heard by himself and only himself, if he was miserable like Phil joked, he wished more than anything that he could let go of his pride and hatred to let Phil know how misery loved him.

Noticing the way Drew was fidgeting in place as his cock was throbbing against the fabric of his pants, Phil decided that now was the perfect opportunity to start his attempt to help Drew with his words. Refusing to break eye contact with the man, Phil slowly unzipped his pants and slightly raised his hips momentarily to pull them down, slowly pulling his cock from his boxers as his pants fell around his ankles. As Phil pulled himself from his pants he slowly wrapped his hand around the base of his cock, slowly pumping himself in his hand as his cock swiftly hardened.

As Phil's eyes alternated between slowly fluttering closed and reopening to reveal his glossed over eyes he noticed Drew's eyes fixated on his ever growing member as he instinctively gulped realising Phil's cock was in arms reach. As he reached out to wrap his hands around Phil, Phil gently swatted his hand away causing Drew to avert his eyes in shame; gently grabbing his chin Phil tilted Drew's head to look up at him before he spoke, 'use your words baby' he cooed.

Drew couldn't help but blush as he was filled with a sense of embarrassment and excitement; in any normal circumstance he would despise the smug look on the older man's face, he would stand up and walk away from Phil, vowing to never even look at the man again but this wasn't a normal circumstance; all Drew could think about was how much he needed to feel Phil, he needed to be as close to him as he could, he needed nothing more than the man he despised to make him complete. Swallowing his pride Drew begrudgingly mumbled 'I want to feel you.'

Refusing to break eye contact as he continued to pump himself into his hand Phil let out a low chuckle and teasingly spoke; 'I can't hear you' to which Drew repeated his words ever so slightly louder. Loudly tutting, Phil grabbed Drew's chin with his spare hand; 'this is worse than I thought' he began 'you're lucky I found you when I did, you need so much more help than I thought.' With a smug look on his face, Phil let the word 'open' fall from his lips. Drew silently followed Phil's command causing Phil to warmly mutter 'good' as he slowly slid himself into Drew's welcoming mouth.

As Phil continued to insert himself into Drew's mouth, Drew grasped at Phil's legs as his cock reached the back of his throat, obstructing his breathing. As Phil heard Drew gag as he grabbed at his legs he softly comforted the man; 'shh baby, breathe through your nose.' Once Phil was fully inserted into Drew he hummed in approval before pulling on Drew's chain to ensure he had his full attention. As Drew let out a soft gag as Phil pulled on his chain, Phil's voice lowered; 'now McIntyre I need you to listen' he uttered as Drew nodded slightly, 'you're going to learn how to use your words, lets start with a simple mouth exercise' Phil said unable to hold back a smirk, 'be good for me and keep that pretty mouth perfectly still.'

Drew had to use every ounce of self control he had festering inside of him to stop himself from desperately sucking on Phil's cock like a man starved of any and all sustenance. The feeling of Phil on his tongue was enough to make Drew's cock fully harden between his legs, all self control leaving him in an instant. With his voice muffled by Phil on his tongue Drew whined out the word 'leg', desperate to feel any kind of friction against his painfully hard member. Pride flushed Phil's face at the sight of Drew completely falling apart at his feet, pulling on Drew's chain, gently choking the man, Phil spoke with feigned compassion; 'full sentences baby.' Drew once again attempted to once again plead with Phil to permit him to use his leg for a brief second of friction, however Phil couldn't fully understand the words escaping Drew's mouth so he slowly pulled himself from Drew, both frowning at the loss of contact.

'Please' Drew whined, 'I need you', he blushed 'I need you to make me feel good.' There was something about Drew completely undone that Phil couldn't get enough of, pulling Drew up by his chain hard enough to have Drew leaning over his lap, Phil seductively whispered; 'well I have always been one for positive reinforcement and since you asked so nicely', he gently pushed Drew back to the floor, 'of course you can use my leg to get off like a dumb little mutt' Phil harshly teased. Completely overcome by his desire to ease the pain between his legs, Drew completely ignored the way Phil revelled in his degradation and eagerly attached himself to the man's legs, gaining a soft chuckle from Phil.

As Drew slowly started to grind against Phil's leg he couldn't stop himself from whimpering as both his speed and desperation grew. 'You look so pretty like this' Phil declared as he sunk into the sofa in order to get a better view of Drew rutting against him. The sound of Phil's voice alone was almost enough to push Drew over the edge and he knew it; Hiding his blushing features in the seated man's leg Drew whined out in a desperate tone, 'going to' his words trailed off.

Phil knew exactly what Drew meant but he was going to hear the man say it even if it killed him; abruptly sitting upwards in order to get a better grip on the chain he was holding, he pulled Drew to his feet, eliciting an upset whine from the collared man. 'Now why don't you show me a little bit of spine you've been saving for your mattress' Phil mockingly questioned as he pulled on Drew's chain, lightly choking him as his face edged closer to Phil's.

Deep down Drew couldn't ignore the debilitating feeling that Phil was only doing all of this out of pity but right now all Drew needed was sympathy from Phil and he didn't care how real it was. Practically pleading, Drew looked down at Phil, uttering the words, 'I only want sympathy in the form of you crawling into bed with me.' As Drew spoke Phil couldn't help but notice a sadness in the man's eyes; he knew Drew needed this.

Showing what felt like the first ounce of genuine kindness Drew had received in a long time Phil gently rubbed the man's face before gently leading him upstairs to Drew's bedroom, signalling for the chained man to sit on the bed. Once Drew had sat down at the top of the bed Phil, for the first time all evening, let the chain fall from his hand before slowly crawling towards Drew from the foot of the bed. Once he had crawled to Drew, situating himself between Drew's legs, Phil leant forward to place a gentle kiss on the man's lips. Without saying a word Phil unzipped Drew's pants, softly pulling the man's painfully throbbing cock from his pants. Drew was growing desperate, he had been so close to spilling over for what felt like hours; 'please' he began to plead 'please make it feel better' he whined, causing Phil to slowly wrap both of his hands around Drew's member. Before Drew could react to the sensation of Phil's cold hands making contact with his hot member Phil was already gracefully wrapping his mouth around the cock in his hands.

Phil easily started sliding Drew in and out of his mouth, eliciting a string of 'oh fuck' and 'yes' to fall from Drew's mouth. After mere seconds of Phil feeling pleased with the sounds falling from Drew's lips Drew balled his hands into fists as he practically moaned out; 'Phil I'm going to cum.' Drew's needy, desperate tone was addictive to Phil, he could tell the extent of the stimulation Drew was feeling was becoming too much for the man so, instinctively, Phil soothingly rubbed Drew's thigh.

This simple touch was enough to finally push Drew over the edge; as he finally climaxed Drew choked out a moan as his back involuntarily arched, as his orgasm washed over him, Drew desperately grabbed for Phil's hand to help him through a painfully enjoyable orgasm.

Phil easily swallowed the seed Drew released into his mouth as he felt Drew grab at his hand like it was his lifeline, intertwining his fingers with Drew's, Phil slid Drew out of his mouth using his free hand to wipe his mouth, never even trying to remove his hand from Drew's.

'See how good it feels when you use your words' Phil proudly teased; Drew wanted to reply in an equally sarcastic manner but before he could he was overcome with a tired feeling, his mouth letting out a content yawn. Phil smiled and lightly teased; 'is someone tired out?' As he went to get up to leave Drew to sleep, Drew tightened his grip causing Phil to raise an eyebrow in curiosity.

Drew's heavy eyes glanced down to Phil's pants, the hardness of his cock painfully evident; 'what about you?' Drew muttered, causing Phil to chuckle, 'well aren't you just the sweetest when you're all fucked out?' Phil cockily praised him before kneeling down to Drew's eye level; 'don't you worry about me McIntyre, get some rest.'

It was in rare moments like this that the hatred both men held in their hearts melted away which was partly why Phil was so adamant on leaving; there was a part of him buried deep down that couldn't put himself through waking up tomorrow to Drew's face contorted in disgust as he remembers what had just happened, he couldn't put himself through the both of them swearing that this was the last time they'd ever cross paths.

As Phil reached the bedroom door he heard what he swore were tears threatening to choke Drew where he lay as the half asleep man quietly spoke; 'please don't leave me tonight' he choked out, causing Phil to freeze in place. Phil sighed quietly to himself knowing no matter what he did he'd be sure to regret it. Looking over at Drew, Phil couldn't help but notice how broken he looked, he couldn't leave him, not like this. Forcing a smile onto his face Phil, softly uttered an 'ok' as he walked over to the bed to Drew's internal relief. As Phil crawled onto the bed and got himself comfortable he opened his arms for Drew to wrap himself in; he always felt so safe wrapped in Phil's arms. Before Drew fell asleep he pulled at the collar on his neck in an attempt to remove it, however before he could do so Phil grabbed his hand and moved it away from his throat, whispering into Drew's ear 'I'll remove your chain but not the collar, you'll need a reminder in the morning exactly who you belong to.'

Phil removed Drew's chain, gently tossing it to the ground before placing a soft kiss on Drew's head as he fell into the first good sleep he's had in a long time; hopefully one day things will be different, hopefully one day the two men can bring themselves to commit to each other in the way they both know they need to.

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A/N >> I'm sorry this took so long to get out IDK HOW THIS GOT SO LONG AND IM SO SORRY ITS AWFUL, drop writing requests in my inbox :)

[yanderecrazysie]

I remember that your one post about a reader who's willing to hide a body for her psycho lover. and all i can think of now is:

desperate for love reader x yandere abandonment issues kageyama

two lonely souls who only want someone to stay by their side, and when they did find each other. lets just say its a beautiful twisted mess.

Omigosh I love it- this is so beautifully twisted relationship-wise. I feel like this oneshot turned out kind of weirdly cheesy but I wasn’t sure how else to write it.

Title: Desperation

Pairings: Kageyama Tobio x Reader

WARNINGS: Yandere themes, parental abandonment, referenced cheating (not on you), swearing, murder, reader’s kinda lowkey messed up

Summary: You’re just as desperate for love as Kageyama is for yours.

desperation

/noun/

a state of despair, typically one which results in rash or extreme behavior:

Kageyama wasn’t sure what caused his tendency to latch onto others.

Perhaps it was his mother leaving him when he was just seven years old- walking out the door, never to return. He couldn’t comprehend that fact at that age and his father was too distraught to explain it well. So maybe it started then.

Or maybe it started when his first girlfriend cheated on him. Someone he was supposed to trust stabbing him in the back could be the cause of his clinginess, right?

Whatever it was, he couldn’t help but latch onto the girl he liked at the time. When you came along, it only got worse.

He went from liking a girl to loving her, and, when it came to you, he fell headfirst into the deep end.

He was afraid to ask you out, even if he had the feeling you might accept, because you might say no. And he couldn’t stand even the thought of losing you.

He did everything he could to keep you nearby- carrying your books for you, sitting near you, eating lunch with you, walking you home… and you accepted it all with a happy smile and light flush to your cheeks.

He was glad you accepted those offers because, if you didn’t, he might just lose it.

He wasn’t happy with being “just friends”, but he was terrified of scaring you away. He’d keep on being friends for eternity if that’s what it meant.

But then, you did the unthinkable.

You said “yes” to the first guy who asked you out. You barely even knew him!

Kageyama cursed himself for not asking you out sooner, he cursed you for saying “yes”, and, most of all, he cursed that wretched bastard for daring to take you away.

It wasn’t fair that you turned your sweet smiles and blushes to anyone but him.

Maybe that’s why he couldn’t stop himself when he got the guy alone.

A crime of passion, they might say. Too sweet a phrase for bashing a guy’s head in and planning to bury him on the school grounds with a rusty old shovel. 

The gym door creaked open behind him and his body went stiff. Would he have to kill an innocent person just to keep his secret? Would he even be able to catch them in time?

His heart sunk when he realized who had caught him. Of everyone in the school, why you?

You’d come looking for your boyfriend, and now you stopped dead in your tracks, blood draining from your face.

“Why?” you asked, so quietly Kageyama almost couldn’t hear you.

It was best to be honest, right?

“I love you,” he admitted, rather bluntly for a murderer, he thought. 

He didn’t deserve your love at all, not after what he just did. He didn’t deserve anyone’s love.

And yet, you smiled at him as though all of your prayers had been answered. As though you’d never been told you were loved, and maybe you hadn’t.

“I- I love you too!” You were dripping with eagerness, your voice breathless from the confession, giddy with excitement because somebody loved you enough to kill for you.

Kageyama was surprised by how genuine you sounded. You didn’t seem to be lying to him to stay alive. But he wasn’t complaining.

He decided to test your honesty a little more.

“Can you carry the shovel then? It’s hard to carry his body and the shovel at the same time.”

“Of-of course!” You said, just as breathlessly as before, “Where are we going?”

“To bury his body in the woods behind the school,” Kageyama replied bluntly, sure that this is where you would back out.

“Okay!” You said, as happily as if he’d asked you on a date. You practically skipped with the shovel and smiled the whole time you watched him bury your boyfriend’s body.

He never told me he loved me, and Kageyama did. That’s all I’ve ever wanted to hear.

Kageyama reached a dirt-covered hand out to you and you took it immediately. A small smile spread across his face.

“Will you do me the honor of being my girlfriend?”

“Yes!” you squealed happily.

It was like a dream to him, walking hand-in-hand with you back up to the school to wash up. To you, it was a dream just to be loved.

After all, it’s not like you truly cared for either of them.

[short-black-diamond]

The other woman. (part 2)

Previous: part one 

Next: part three, part four- Izuku’s end

Heya, I am doing part two, no idea how it’ll go, but uhm, yeah. 

Warnings: suggestive content-but nothing really happens, cheating, lots of angst for izuku, hate-love, you slowly fall out of love with Deku, Izuku feels guilty and shit, timelaps, suicide thoughts, you feel a little guilty, but not too much, LONG CHAPTER 

summary: As Izuku thinks about how he should tell you and admit how he cheated on you, you are finishing your last preps to completely break him. Now, all he can do is think about where you might’ve headed off to. 

Also: Did I write this all with a resting bitch face?

Yes.

Word count: 4k words

Have fun reading!

...

{...Last time : }

You gently pushed him away from you, his heart breaking at the sight of you avoiding body contact with him. you looked at him with a sad and dissapointed expression and looked away, going to sleep in the guest room. Now that the young man was alone, he thought about your behavior.

You and him didn’t really spend time together, the last time being him and you fucking last night. Before that, you were busy looking for evidences of a new case you could work on alone since you got your promotion.

...

...

He thought about you real hard then. You were always there for him. Always. You always stood up late at night to greet him. You oftentimes came to his office and brought him lunch, which then ended in a hot make-out session or even a quickie in his office.

You often talked about kids, how many you’ve wanted, how you speculated on what they’d look like, what they’d become afterwards. 

You weren’t a person of words, but of action. you kissed him at least a hundred times more than he did, you held him oh so delicately whenever you could. you were always gentle, soft, comforting for him. I mean, you could be rough when he wanted to, but you preferred a soft and calm relationship. 

He...

He didn’t deserve you. 

...

In the guest room, you took a look at your phone. This time, the unknown person wrote a message. 

‘Why are you still hanging onto that cheating bastard?‘

You smirked. You didn’t really know who that person was, and if you’d sent the wrong text, then they could do whatever they wanted with it. So, you played dumb.

‘I think you are mistaking him with somebody else. He would never do something like that! I know my husband better than anyone else!!‘

The person didn’t take long to send something back. A voicemail? Let’s check if it’s a man or a woman...

“Well sweetie...guess I’ll have to show you myself...meet me at musutafu train station. Next saturday. 4 o’clock. Dress up for me, pretty. A’ight?“, the stranger said, having a voice changer and you couldn’t tell the gender. 

Then, the messenger went offline.

You didn’t have time to ask who they were or why they wanted to stop your relationship with Izuku so bad. But, you were quickly pulled out of your thoughts when Izuku knocked on your door. You had to think of something to answer.

SHITSHITSHITSHIT-

“D-darling...?“ He was met with the sound of whimpers and crying. Izuku felt like killing himself. 

...

The next few weeks, you felt like shit, but it was because of your pregnancy. luckily, it was summer, then fall, and then winter, so you could put on more and more sweaters or large shirts to hide your growing stomach. 

You went to the doctors regularly to get some meds, and when they asked you if Deku knew-you shook your head no with a mischievous smile that they only interpreted as a surprise. 

...

Izuku didn’t feel any better. He looked like he hadn’t slept in months, his hair was messier than usual. He had a days-old beard, and if he wouldn’t have cheated on you, you’d latch onto him and fuck him until next week. 

The guilt of cheating on you was plaguing his mind so much that he even forgot to eat. He forgot to take care of himself. When he roamed around the city, he didn’t tell the villains to make a better person out of themselves with a smile on his face like he normally would. 

No. 

He used them as a punching bag and beat them up with a monotone expression. He felt like really committing suicide. 

The idea became more and more interesting as he noticed more and more things in his every day life that he didn’t think of before. Once he even drank a little bleach, but he vomitted out his entire dinner that he had with you. 

The dinner was a complete disaster.

In that dinner, he tried to try it again, tried to talk with you. He noticed that you were covering up more and more. you also looked a little more chubby to him. You didn’t really eat anything, only looked to the side with your arms crossed.

Also, he couldn’t touch you how he liked anymore.

You didn’t let Izuku touch you because he cheated (but he didn’t know that you knew) on you and also because if he would’ve touched your tummy, he would’ve guessed that you were pregnant right away. Who knows? He might even be relieved that you wanted to hide that surprise from him. 

But you didn’t let him come closer to you than arms length. And he was only allowed to hold your arms and hands or your head and face. Not more. 

Izuku thought of that distance as your dissapointment towards him. He knew that you didn’t want to make love with him. But he didn’t know for how long. and honestly? It was snapping every single heart string of his. 

Maybe he’d get a broken heart syndrome and die already. But his prayers went ignored as time went by. 

He felt numb.

Then he went numb. But you didn’t really care. It was his fault, after all. 

... 

The brown haired woman, Uraraka, has tried to contact him more than a few times everyday, but he blocked her. Izuku felt like a traitor-which he was-but he felt much more than that. 

You didn’t deserve such an ungrateful bastard like him. He felt like a whore. He took you for granted. He was fucking another woman behind your back. He was kissing another woman. In another bed. 

When you should be in Uraraka’s place. When you should be the one he whispered sweet nothings in your ear. When you should be the one he’d meet at the end of the day. Not her. 

Uraraka was the other woman. 

But she was a woman who didn’t care if her target was taken or not. She didn’t care that you and Izuku were theoretically inseperable. She tested that theory. 

She found out that the theory was wrong. Or only temporary.

She broke a perfect relationship with a devillish smirk. 

Uraraka is a bitch.

...

You met up with some music and model agencies. You gave the music agency some of your music for when you were younger. Songs about love. Breakup. First date. Arguments. Everything. Nothing. 

They accepted your music. You even gave out your most recent song, but you wanted to sing that one. It was about cheating. About you, Izuku, and the other woman. And you even mentioned your two months old baby in your tummy in it. You’d sing it after your son, daughter or baby would come to the world, not sooner. 

if some other person, no matter if man or woman, would sing it, and Izuku would hear the lyrics, then he’d know that it was your song. You loved mistery, but also being simple and obvious. He knew that. so, you’d sing that song and the whole world would know about your and Izuku’s relationship being over before it could actually really blossom. 

The head of the music agency was thrilled about your plan and loved it. She even organised a concert for you to sing on. Live. And Izuku would be your guest of honour.

In the model agency, you gave the people some of your old modeling photos. Now you’d be a model for pregnant ladies. They also accepted. But, you insisted on cutting of your face in every pic, but only digitally. When you’d give birth to your child, then could they publish your photos. and Izuku would see how much he’s fucked up.

...

The case was finished. It seemed like the burglar was actually a group of middle school kids that had fusing quirks which they used to form into a thief and steal important or expensive stuff. 

After that case, you got another one. You had to find a mysterious person who likes to stalk people. It could be your internet friend who sent you the videos of Izuku and the other woman. 

Today was saturday. Time to meet the stranger. You contacted one of your close friends for safety reasons and made your way to the station. Your stomach got heavy with each week passing by. Now, your stomach was a little bigger than a basketball, but you could cover it up perfectly with one of Izuku’s hoodies. 

Yes, you still used them. Only to let him think that you still wanted this...whatever it was the two of you had. Now, you passed half of the path you had to take when Izuku called you. 

“Hey sweetie, where are you going?“

“Huh?“

“I’m up here.“, he whispered and you looked up. You saw him standing on a low rooftop, gazing down at you with a smile only a real lover could have. Too bad he wasn’t your lover anymore.

But, you noticed his growing beard and hair, his eyes having big, dark circles under his eyes. He also looked like he could eat something. He should eat...

You smiled. “Aren’t you coming down? I don’t feel that safe right now.”, and just after you’ve finished that sentence, he jumped and landed on his feet next to you. He tried to be subtle, but you pretty much aknowledged the pained wince his left eye had when his feet met the ground.

You smiled again. “Thanks.”

You put your mobile away, and took his hand, swinging it around a little. That made Izuku uncomfortable, and you knew that. “N-no problem...where are you going anyways?”, he asked, giving you a curious look. 

No need to lie, right? “Well, there’s this person who began texting me, and I thought they’d be a nice friend, so I’d agreed to meet up with them.”

Izuku looked at you for a few seconds before squeezing your hand. “would you like me to come with you?” 

Don’t you have other bitches to look at?

“Don’t you have patrol?”, you asked instead, biting your tongue internally. He shrugged, looking at you with a sly smirk. “I can always come a little late.”

‘I can always come a little late.‘, my ass! He probably said that to that other bitch he’s fucking!

You looked at him with a resting bitch face before you looked straight ahead. Your phone began ringing as you went. You stopped in your tracks and took your phone out. 

The unknown number. You wrote ‘MY BESTO FRENDO!! <3’ in the contact list so that your poor excuse of a husband wouldn’t suspect a thing. “Oh, ‘my besto friendo?’ Isn’t that from Jujutsu Kai-” “Heyyy~! Where are you?”

Oh. O-okay..

Izuku visibly deflated when you interrupted him by picking up the phone and went ahead and pulled your hand away from him. He felt shitty. 

“huh? over there? Ah, I see you, you can stop waving now, hahaha...yeah, okay, I’ll come now! Bye!“, you said after you ended the call. You then looked at the man whom you’d swore to never leave. But you would. In less than a year. 

“You can go now, Izuku. I can take care of myself.“ “I can still accompany you-“ “There are your fans, I don’t want them to come closer than they already are. Bye Izu.“

And without smiling at him, giving him a kiss, touching his shoulder, or cheek, you turned around and went into a nice caffee. Izuku lookes after you with a look of longing. He missed you. 

With a sigh, he turned towards his eager fans who questioned him about everything that had happened between you two. With each question that involved you - which was every single one the six kids asked him about - he felt more and more like crying, screaming, or throwing himself into a nearby river. 

“I-I’m sorry kids, it was nice talking to you...!“, he croaked out before he took off and dissapeared. 

...

“Huh, so, you’re the one sending me those videos.“, you mustered the handsome but tired looking male in front of you. 

He had nice purple hair, eyebags of tiredness, and a sexy smile. 

“Shinsou Hitoshi.“ “Aren’t you an underground hero?“

He looked at you with surprise evident on his face. “How...?”

“You think I don’t know about people like you? I am a detective in that area. I know everybody here. And now tell me; Why did you send me these videos?“

He furrowed his brows. “Do I really need an explanation? You are living together with your CHEATING husband, isn’t that enough?” 

You smiled coquettishly at him. “No, why do you think that this is going to change anything?”, you scoffed, ”Do you think I want to leave him?”

He hesitantly nodded, which made you giggle sweetly. “Dear Underground hero, I am not planning on divorcing my husband. He may have had come slip ups there and there, but don’t we all do mistakes sometimes?”

“I...shouldn’t you be hurt by his actions? How can you still be so...carefree?“, he murmured, sizing you up. To him, you looked like a completely normal citizen, but he still questioned your relationship with Izuku.

“Say...are you happy in your relationship?“

If you were taken aback, you didn’t show it. You were a mistress when it came to faking your emotions around other people now. You sighed. 

“I wish I was...I am still a little mad at him for spending some nights with another woman, but he promised that he’d never do it again.”, and you had a sad expression on your face, but it was real in this fake relationship.

Shinsou nodded, giving you the illusion of the conversation dying down. But, you were wrong. Deku just had to break your heart more, didn’t he?

“I’m sorry for...putting my nose into your business, but Izuku’s been meeting up with the same woman over and over again until it suddenly stopped.”

You stopped breathing for a second. You don’t have to tell me that, you idiot-

“And I really want to know why-like, don’t get me wrong or something! I am questioning your...husband’s...moves right now.“

“Please, Shinsou. Leave it. Okay? I’ll try and talk to Izuku about it, all right?“, you only answered with a bittersweet smile.

He didn’t look like he’d believe you and you wouldn’t even believe it yourself, but here you were, lying to people who only want the best for you.

“I-just...ugh. Let me tell you, that I will be there for you when you need help, all right? Also, it’d be the best if you’d leave him already.“

You sighed for the last time before standing up, thanking him for the nice time, and walking home, with thinking about how you should approach your nearly final step.

...

“Phew. Onto the next step.“ 

Carefully, you put out some wine glasses with some bottles of beer and other drunk-making potions for your plan for tonight. Since it was sunday, and you had free for today, it was the perfect chance of taking it into action. 

You had prepared some nice dinner, candles and other romantic stuff and with your quirk, making plants, you let plenty of flowers bloom from the walls of your shared house.

“I’m home...“, you heard your “husband’s“ tired voice. He was later than usual and he looked like he’d need a bath-right now. Luckily, you let in a nice warm bath for him with plucked pectorals from some flowers an put them on the nice-with bath bombs and soothing bathing salts filled- bathwater. 

Now, as Izuku was stripping down to his underwear, you prepared the most important part: The divorce. You needed his signature, after all. 

You then put on his oversized hoodie-an all might themed one, of course- and went over to him, ignoring the stomach ache your growing child gave you. “Hey, Izu.”, you smiled softly at him, spoiling him with your tender, fake love.

He looked at you surprised. “O-oh, hey...”

You giggled. Okay, something’s wrong here. Why were you all happy and shit right now? With him? Even though it was nice to hear your happiness, Midoriya felt like something was completely wrong.

“C’mon, I made dinner, and the bath is also not waiting for you.“, you ushered him into the bathroom, which was lit up by the numerous candles and gave him a nice vibe. He stepped into the bathroom and groaned. His muscles relaxed after what felt like forever and he felt like taking a nap. That was what he was really missing. 

Meanwhile, your core still responded to his touch and you cursed your body for still aching after the cheater who was having a good time in the bathtub.

Your hand on his scalp brought him out of his dreamland and he sighed. Still, things were nagging him. “Hey...are we...are we good?”, he asked cautiously, testing the waters with you. 

Your smile faded. “I wish we were, Izuku...it’s actually my fault that I neglected you, you know? You’re so busy, with saving everybody...and helping people when they need help...”, you trailed off, talking about all the times you longed for his touch, his voice, his warmth, him. 

And with each word falling from your lips, he felt like drowning himself into the bathtub. “I just...I wished we could...you know...try again?”, you asked, a hopefull glimmer in your eyes. 

Who was he to deny you. 

Who was he to even think about answering that question. 

Who did he think he was for even looking you in the face after all the time he has spent countless times in other women’s places, blowing their backs over and over again?

“Yes. Let’s do it.“, he instead answered, a determined expression on his face and you smiled seductively at him. “Okay, Izu. But I am hungry, so we’ll eat first, okay?“

...

“Ya wan’ me dodo *hiccup* wha?“, he only asked, his mind far too gone, but he tried to seem like he’d know what you were talking about. 

You held the divorce papers in front of him, smiling devilishly down at him. “It’s so that I can get more money, sweetie...”, you whispered, grinning happily when he signed off without another care. 

“averythin’ for’ya, swee...anythin’“, he called, his red face making him drowsy and soon, he fell asleep. 

He didn’t even see you taking your clothes and leaving. He didn’t see you putting your wedding- and engaged ring into their respective boxes and placing them on the dinner table, where everything was left the way it was after you two ate and drank. You onlay drank water but he mistook it for whitewine and said cheers before drinking full-on. 

He thought about having to become confident before rearranging your gut again, but he never got to do that; with you talking about how you solved the case, your friends having kids, you solving another case and him having to get better at saving people again. 

He never got to touch further up your arm than intertwining your and his fingers and gazing into each other lovingly. He never saw you again after he signed the paper. But what was it again?

It was morning as he threw up all the bile from yesterday, even your delicious food, and the expensive liquors. He felt miserable, and when he called for you, you didn’t answer. 

As he kept calling your name, he noticed that something was wrong, again. All your belongings were gone. Your clothes, lewelry, but only the ones that you personally owned-not the ones he bought for you. Your shoes, also only from your own credit card, were gone, and so was your entire presence. 

Sure, there were still the parfumes and other belongings of yours that Izuku purchased for you, but you? You were nowhere to be seen. Izuku got scared that something might’ve happened to you. 

He searched for his phone and found it on the uncleaned dining table. There were two boxes, dangerously equal to the ones where he had his engage and wedding rings in, and to his horror, the rings were inside the boxes. 

Underneath was an envelope. He opened it and read a letter which you wrote for him. 

“Dear Izuku Midoriya. 

Dear Izu, Zuku, Mido, Midori, sweetheart, love, handsome, sweetie, darling. 

Dear Deku, 

As you might have noticed, I have vanished. Am I going to tell you where? Out of your life! Now, you can fuck as many women as you want. 

But-”

Izuku flinched as if he heard you say those words. Your words, and you found out he cheated on you. How long?

He looked down again, and continued. 

“But, you’ll surely try and stalk me or investigate where I have gotten off to. Well, spare it. You’ll never find me. 

I do have some questions though. 

Why did you cheat on me? 

Was I not enough? Not sexy enough for you? Not pretty enough for you? Not tidy enough for you? 

Too lazy? Too brat-ish? Too much attitude? Not enough confidence? Not enough attention? Not the best looking woman? Not the best cook? Not the best lover?

Tell me. why did you cheat. and why did you stop? Exactly after the night when you fucked me? 

Did a lightbulb go on over your head and you thought, ‘wait, I’ve adtually got a spouse, I don’t need a side chick!’?

Whatever your answer might be, it’s over. 

that...paper you signed yesterday. It was our devorce. and we are leaving. who do I mean by “we”?

Well, me and my son of five months.

I hope that he’ll never see you and become like you, Izuku Midoriya. I’ll raise him as a real man. 

Until never, 

Not your lover anymore.”

You were pregnant? A son? And you didn’t tell him, he also doesn’t know where you are. 

I mean, sure, he broke you, but you broke him back, you guys are even...right?

As tears ran down his eyes and his sobs echoed in the now empty and cold appartment, void of your nice and warm presence, the pro hero unlocked his phone, only to be bombarded with news and questions from all sides. 

Japan news! - Deku’s bride divorced with child, what happened to our sweetest...tip to read more

Kacchan - the fuck did you do?! Your girl left you while pregnant?! Did you cheat on her...tip to read more

Uraraka - Are you okay? should I come come over? We can talk about it if you want...tip to read more

+ Notifications - tip to read more

His phone trembled when he listened to Katsuki screaming his ear off, the news reporting about how you modeled for numerous model companies and released tons of relatable and heart wrenching songs, with an invitation to her freshly divorced ex- Izuku to be a gust at her upcoming concert. 

then, he listened to Uraraka’s voice. calming, soothing, comforting. 

Bullshit. 

He blackmailed Uraraka, blocked her, and then tossed his phone away, thinking about where you might be. 

...

It was cold at this hour, but Izuku didn’t want to fakk asleep after two o’clock. You heaved your luggage down the last stairs of the house you’ve lived in  for the past few years. 

Now, you were ready to leave it all behind. 

Shinsou, your chauffeur, packed all the suitcases into the car and let you sit in the passenger seat. Only then he noticed your noticable bulge. 

“You-you’re pregnant?!”, he yelled, eyeing you with owlish eyes. You winced from his loud voice and shushed him. 

“I fucked him a few months ago and now I’ve got the baby. Now drive me away from this shitty place. Please.“

After some while, you felt Shinsou trying to say something  and you sighed before urging him to tell you what’s been on his mind as he drove you into your new house-but...could you even call it a house? 

It was...so much more than that. (I’ll explain it later.)

“Well, i think that after you two had sex did he stop meeting that other woman. what was her name again? Uraa- Uraka-“

“Uraraka Ochaco. And you’re the person who’s fitting perfectly in my case. Please, Shinsou, for the love of god. Register yourself and tell your underground-hero friends to to the same or my job will only consist of tracking down my own collegues. You guys are taking that whole “underground-hero” thing way too seriously.“

“A-ah..shit, sorry.“

[to be continued...]

...

HOW DID Y’ALL FIND IT?!

was it angsty enough? Because I am still bad at it I think 

please comment on my posts so that I can improve my writing and make better stories in the future...PLEASE!

Taglist:  black-bhabie-2000

[alexiavettel]

chapter one

“The world was whole then, the sun and moon together as one”

pairing: charles leclerc x fem¡stroll!reader

word count: 2k+

warnings: asshole!charles, asshole!reader, some business stuff, shitty father, mentions of Jules (this one actually trigger me) eventual smut, use of Y/N and will be a miniserie

summary: Your father, Lawrence Stroll, and basically your boss have a good opportunity of linking Aston Martin with Ferrari’s stocks. But for that Binotto demanded that you, first driver of your dad’s formula one team, with your impeccable reputation start a fake relationship with the Ferrari’s golden boy Charles Leclerc. Which happens to have a not so good popularity, publicly cheating on with his ex girlfriend plenty of times and being a complete asshole with his ex teammate, Sebastian Vettel, who now is your teammate.

disclaimer: any photo used is not supposed to represent the reader, are all Pinterest pics that matches the context

(Y/n) Stroll POV:

No. I’m definitely not doing this.

“Dad no. I would rather die than pretending to be in love with that bastard!” I said after waiting for dad to finish telling me the worst thing I ever heard come out of his mouth.

“Sweetie I know it’s a shitty thing to ask for, but I need your help okay? You want to keep your seat in formula 1, don’t you kitten?”

“Yeah, of course I do!”

“You’re such a great driver and we worked really hard on your reputation, to keep it untouchable. I helped you a lot through your career and I hope you can help me now. Use your brain, sweetheart… Would be good for our business, our team, your career, everything!” Lawrence leans forward and put an arm around my shoulders, speaking in low volume.

“Can I just have a moment to at least think about it?” I shrugged finding a way out of his arm.

“Sure, just think wisely…” he reassured and leave me alone on his meeting room.

This isn’t the first time something like this happens, my father ALWAYS use his power over me. How he can easily take my seat away from me, take me out of the team and make my career a little bit harder than already is.

I’m not dumb, I know I deserve my seat. Obviously, I got into f1 rather faster than the others, because Stroll’s influence (and money) but I do deserve my seat. Ever since I got into the championships (F3, F2 and F1) I got the spotlight right in my face being the only woman on the grid only because “my daddy’s money”. But when I, as a rookie in Renault, got my first points only in the third race weekend getting a P8 everyone was looking at me a little bit different.

I had secretly received two emails showing interest on me: one from Mercedes to assume their second drivers seat in 2024 after Lewis supposed retirement and one from McLaren for 2023 after Daniel Ricciardo showing an interest to leave the constructor.

So yes, I do have a plan B. But I still need a seat to end this season. The best would be wait till the end of this year, and see what to do next. And what is dating the worst person that I ever met compared to the dream I have since I was 5.

The hate for Charles is old. More specifically since 2017 when we were teammates for prema for the Formula 2 championship. We didn’t like each other, almost everybody knew it because he made it very clear in all his interviews.

“(Y/n)! It’s lovely to see you again, congrats for the amazing win today! Even with today’s win Leclerc still a few points ahead of you in the championship, what you have to say about it?”

“Hm, thank you. Was it really an amazing race today, feeling good to have the opportunity to show myself a bit more this weekend. But yeah, I believe he’s these points ahead because Markelov crashed into me in Hungary and I lost engine last race”.

“But you both leading the championship it’s not good for prema?” The woman asked me while turning her head a little confused.

“Oh it is, but I would like to win the championship as much as Leclerc. It’s only a friendly competition between us” I just said smiling even tho my throat burned to say those words.

Charles Leclerc POV:

“Hi Charles awesome race, you did an amazing job today! But (Y/n) managed to overtake you in the very first laps, how do you fell about it?” Really? I haven’t noticed before…

“Well she’s a good driver but to be honest my car wasn’t feeling really great today so that’s probably one of the reasons she overtook me so easily” That’s true? No. Do I care? Also no.

“Okay, hm you surely want to win the championship but how you plan to do so with your teammate, and probably friend, chasing you only some points behind?”

“We are just teammates, okay? Not friends or anything. And I’m planning to give all of me in the next races and fight very bravery for the championship, no matter what is in the way” Or no matter who is in the way…

(Y/n) Stroll POV:

Was always like that… Me holding back my words and Leclerc almost writing in his forehead with a neon marker his hate towards me.

We grew up very far from each other, well until my dear dad decided to move to UK and we started karting together throughout Europe.

“But (Y/n) that was just a rivalry, don’t be dramatic” I heard that too many times. It’s not “just a rivalry” when your rival pushes you off the track making you brake some bones, or when he invents lies to your father yell at you in front of everyone before a tournament or worst when he treats your teammate like shit and still thinking that he is a god!

He is so damn stubborn and egocentric, he thinks he’s the best in everything. Paddle? Swimming? Skiing? Learning languages? (okay in this case he will never beat me and he knows it) Singing? Dancing? He thinks he nails it, even if he looks like a lizard doing everything.

But at driving… he always knew that I was at his level maybe even a little bit better than him. A competition to him, someone who didn’t get immediately on their knees in his first appearance, who his older brother always liked and especially someone who never cheer him up every time he wins.

But well it’s for my seat anyways so I texted my dad that I was up for it on my way home. If we really are going to do this it’s gotta be only after tomorrow, I’m really tired and with all this bullshit I’m even more.

•

“WITH HER?” I heard in the exact moment I walked into the conference room.

“Charles… It’s the deal. You alright signed” Lorenzo, his dear brother and manager, said to him. “I told you to read it before tho”

“Well I trust my team so I didn’t think they would do such a shitty thing like this”

“Shut up Leclerc you think I’m happy about it?” I said while going to a hug with Lorenzo “How you still have patience after all this time Lo?”

“Too many years, hun”

“Kitten, Binotto is already on his way. Why don’t you have a sit?” my father said and Charles held his laugh at the nickname so I discretely fixed my hair with my middle finger.

“Good morning guys, pleasure to see you all here today” the old man’s voice with a thick italian accent which could be recognised everywhere in the paddock entered the room.

“Binotto what the actual-“

“Sir can you please explain to Charles why this deal was created” Lorenzo interrupted his brother almost immediately.

“Exactly because of that… Your brother is a amazing driver but too hot headed, don’t know when to say the things, when to lie and etc. But with (Y/n) it’s different since everybody loves her, the media specifically which is the most important…”

“So it would be good to the both sides if you guys faked a relationship! Our companies somehow together, and your reputation so much better!” dad completed for the Ferrari’s team principal.

Watching Leclerc slowly and visibly dying inside can enter the list of favorite moments right now.

“Can we speak about it alone?” Charles said after almost a entire minute in silence.

“A-Ah sure” this caught everyone surprised.

“If you’re okay with that (Y/n)…” Lorenzo said getting up.

“Sure…” you will not surprise me Leclerc, I know you very well. He probably just gonna try to persuade me to forget about this as his last hope.

“Why’d you accept it?” was the first thing he said after everybody left.

“It’s good for the company” keep it short (Y/n).

“How your old man convinced you?”

“Doesn’t matter, but you know what does? We already accept and signed it and you are not going to change my mind”

“You must be really desperate to date me then huh?”

“You must be really desperate to save your shitty reputation to sign a contract without reading at least two lines of it”

“You don’t know shit about it!” Okay, there it is…

Stage one of mad Leclerc: starting to get pissed off.

“Ow don’t I? Your team accepted the very first offer they received to try to get your reputation better, even if that meant a partnership with a smaller company and basically selling you! Just because you can’t keep your shits down and keep losing sponsors” I am fucking good about getting him mad.

“You might be right about it but you accepting it just can mean one thing: you’re obsessed with me and this is the only chance you have to get at least a little closer to me or your family company it’s broking”

Stage two: teasing Leclerc (my least favourite).

“You have such a big head and still with a small brain! Maybe have crossed your mind that these are neither of my reasons?”

“So why you don’t tell me? It’s not like you having to choose this deal is my fault”

Stage three: trying to gaslighting.

“It’s not your fucking business”

“Always so foul-mouthed for what? For keeping everything that happens inside of yourself to anyone have any possibility of truly liking you?”

Stage four: pretend to be my therapist but just insults me.

“Have you ever stopped to think that maybe I just don’t like you and want you the farthest way possible of me? So that’s might be the reason I don’t tell you anything?”

“Oh shut up you’re just so stubborn and a fumier and a folle and stupide you think you’re the best even if you’re just an afraid little girl” if I didn’t know him for such a long time I wouldn’t understand what he is talking about because of the strong accent.

Stage five: multiple languages, strong accent and pouting like a kid.

“You’re over?” God he makes me sick… “Guys you can come in” I open the door and say a little louder so they can hear from the waiting room.

“So the deal still up?” My dad asked a little taken back.

“Sure” we said in unison.

“Nice! Since you both already signed the contract your respective pr managers already know about it. Now you guys just have be civil, determine rules between you two but remember: you NEED to look like a real couple and keep this deal down, the least amount of people knowing the better”

Welcome to hell.

•

“CAN YOU BELIEVE IT DEREK?” I screamed at my pt while running on the treadmill.

“Okay, so your dad got mad with you because you let Leclerc scream at you? How does that make sense?”

“It doesn’t! That’s the whole point! I’m so tired of his shit…”

“Take it easy it just needs to last to the end of this year, you can do it!”

“The season didn’t even started yet! Basically one year of this bullshit”

“Well, at least you got summer break…”

“I might have a break from my dad but not Leclerc. Or do you thing girlfriend and boyfriend, ew, spend their summers away from each other!”

“Yeah, you’re fucked” he tried to smile sympathetically.

“God I wish someday I’ll be just like you mate, married to an incredibly hot woman and got a cute little son running around and working for a amazing person”

“You were being too cute to be true… How do you manage to pass through a door with that big ego my girl? Don’t know how I still work for you”

“I pay well plus you love me” I said smiling after drinking water.

“Yeah you’re right-“

“WAIT YOU FINALLY SAID ‘I LOVE YOU’”

“No I didn’t-“

“In a weird way but you did, admit it!”

•

“We need to set some rules if we are actually doing this shit” I said seating before Charles disgusting Leclerc.

“You are calling our relationship ’shit’? This is it! I wanna break up”

“Stop being dramatic” this was actually funny what the hell?

“Just joking sweetheart”

“First we need to know what to call each other. I hate princess and kitty”

“Ew why would someone call their girl kitty? That’s not a weird name for pussy?”

“That’s one of the reasons I hate it”

“Unlike some people I love to be called by prince or king” he said moving back an imaginary long hair.

“I’m definitely not doing this” I might actually throw up. “Just say what you hate and I’ll try to avoid”

“Nothing particular maybe just mon loup. It makes me feel like I’m Toto Wolff”

“Okay the backstory Lorenzo and Liv (my pr manager) already created-“

“Wait they did?” He interrupted me.

“Yeah it’s basically our normal story, how we met and our ‘little fights’ all the same shit. The only thing it changed is that we fell in love with each other during the winter break”

“So it’s kind true isn’t it? You fell in love with me during the winter break but that was in 2016”

“Can you just shut down your ego for two seconds, please? We both know that would never happen”

“Yeah sure keep lying to yourself babe”

“Second rule: nothing of unnecessary PDA. Third: don’t get our careers involved”

“It’s exactly because of our careers we are in this situation-”

“I mean whatever comes out of this deal should not affect our careers.

Forth: don’t get yourself in trouble! We receive a lot of shitty questions and your dumb brain answers all of them the way the media want to just ruin you. You’re not doing this, not when we are ‘dating’, you heard me?”

“So what? Are you going to control me?”

“I intend to. We gonna do a plenty of press together so I will interrupt you every time I think it’s necessary”

“Fifth: not seeing other people while we are doing this…” okay that caught me off guard.

“Well you are the not so loyal one-“

“I didn’t cheated!”

“Ow so half the globe is blind and dumb?”

“WE WEREN’T DATING! When the photos came out we already had broken up for about 3 months”

“Yeah sure I don’t want to know the details of your love life. I just don’t wanna look like a dumb trophy girlfriend of a cheater. Sixth: you are not speaking shit to or about my teammate and my friends, my family is allowed but that just work for my father”

“You say like your dear teammate doesn’t know why we discussed so much… But okay. So that’s it? Can I go now?”

“Sure you can but don’t forget we have a ‘date’ tomorrow night” god that sounds so wrong and so gross at the same time.

⇨⇨⇨ next part

[jennrypan]

Also I got more rants;

Why is Zeus(LO) held to this stupid standard of 'he isn't that bad' he can do no wrong bullshit while Hera, Demeter and Aphrodite are condemned for..idk being a little fucking mean and in Demeters case..BEING A GENIUNELY GOOD MOTHER???

Come the fuck on!

Let's go down the line shall we? So we can remember that Zeus fucking sucks and you people can get it together.

Zeus did a lot of good things, he helped his siblings escape Kronos, fought in the world etc.

But!!!! He constantly cheats on his wife, constantly lowballs her and talks down to her (season 1) , he doesn't give a shit about Ares (his legitimate son) but favors his bastard (Apollo) so much so that he IGNORED Heras warning about him! He ignored it.

He abuses his power constantly and continues to go out of his way with sleeping with women and barely tries to hide it (So much so that Thetis got it in her damn head to disrespect the literal Queen of the God's cuz Zeus let her.)

Oh Hera slept with Hades?? ONCE, compared to Zeus sleeping with..Metis (her mother) Thetis, Semele and DEMETER (Her sister) and Leto (Her best fucking friend.) And the nymphs in Demeters realm that came to her. Who geniunely cares?? Was it wrong, yes, would it ever actually happen? NO, actual Hera wouldn't do that dumb shit.

But she should be allowed one moment of respite when her husband continues to do the same damn thing!!

"Shes racist to nymphs"

..No, she was rude toONE nymph cuz to her that nymph was disrespectful and when you're a powerful goddess, beings below you (nymphs literally are, sorry. They are not as powerful and can die, unfortunately.) Get an attitude..the goddess while be just as harsh and rude and that's terrible but.

Yall think Zeus isn't the same?? Yall forgot the nymphs he screws off constantly? Leaving them in Demeters care cuz he doesn't care about them, how he just tossed Thetis aside after a while (..Lowkey deserved, she was a terrible friend and annoying as shit.)

But no Zeus has a reason for this right?? Nit like..Hera justifiably isn't a fan of some nymphs cuz most constantly disrespect her by SLEEPING WITH HER HUSBAND and then blatantly disrespecting her in general like she isn't the literal queen.

Where Zeus..just wants to get his dick wet.

And this is ONLY referring to Lore Olympus Zeus, not even touching on all the evil shit the Actual Zeus did.

As someone who loves Zeus and finds him to be interesting, ACKNOWLEDGE THAT HES A PIECE OF SHIT!! (that's just not all he is, he has nuance) like if you're gonna hate Hera for some shit, why praise Zeus for the bare minimum??

Zeus LOVES Hera but he still treats her like shit, LO has fucked up people's brains cuz too many people are just fine with Zeus being a whole serial cheater cuz Hera slept with Hades once. Shameful.

(HE cheated first, he started this whole nonsense. If you're gonna be a hater, do it right!!!)

[jinxxedmisery]

I did a quick little sketch (by quick, I mean it took me like 2 hours lol) I still struggle with feet and shoes...

I just saw a pose on pinterest and thought omg, what if Astarion and my tav... but he's biting their thigh 🤭

Ofc, I had to name it.. thirst... and I added the "Happy" symbol to kind of cover a sketch I did on the same page... You know... it wasn't originally supposed to be just one piece, I was practicing poses and I liked this one way too much to just leave it or risk messing up when I redrew it.

This is entirely self indulgent.. and intended to be Spawn Astarion because he's so babygirl 🥰😘😍

🤣 also I don't think I posted but I got through the Cazador fight not too long ago.. and

Spoilers and dumb ramble ahead:

For most of my day, I sat there wondering how the fuck I would beat that bastard... he was one shotting Shadowheart with his fucking lightning bolt, then sending his gas minions after the survivors. Astarion being in the ritual made it 10× more difficult.. so... I cheated... and fuck... It should have been obvious...

I LITERALLY FORGOT FOR THE ENTIRE FUCKING DAY THAT VAMPIRES ARE WEAK TO SUNLIGHT.. I blame Astarion and his parasite as well as Alucard for that one honestly.. the day walker thing kind of made me forget that omfg immunity to daylight is an exception, not the rule..

So I felt stupid.. once I got that, it was so much easier.. oh and almost constantly had Astarion in stealth kill mode until Cazadick was gone.

Also side note.. the VA for Cazador is perfect.. Like they really sells the "I'm a pathetic little worm, and your worst nightmare, fear me while I bitch and cry" LOL and again that's a compliment.. Larian really succeeded in making an evil character extremely grating and hatable which again, a good thing, not a bad thing.

The heartbreak I felt though afterwards when Astarion screams and cries.. God.. the second I got to this scene, I KNEW I couldn't let him ascend, doing so would be so cruel.. and yes.. this is ascended Astarion slander, I don't like my men too domineering.. maybe a little bit, but not enough to like kill innocent children and eat their hands or some shit lmfao (Doing a durge run too.. where I'm going to ascend Astarion and be a horrible bastard that eats babies) and I don't like that he loses the genuine feelings he has for tav/durge and becomes what he sought to destroy, an abuser.

Now.. the graveyard scene... I had tears in my eyes.. Honestly, the reason I love Astarion so much is because he is quite relatable. I will not go into detail, but I was.. SAed and abused as a kid. And honestly.. Seeing the bit where he scratched out his death date, made me feel hope.. for myself... For my own healing.. it truly meant so much seeing another survivor of abuse begin anew, find themselves again... even though I have done that already myself for the most part, I've found purpose, passions, love, heartbreak, etc and I've found some level of beauty in the life. I related quite a lot to the line about sex feeling tainted.. I am at a point where it no longer feels as terrible, I feel genuine enjoyment in it... (Can't do casual sex though.. That would trigger me into a ptsd attack) And I think part of that was letting myself go at my own pace, making sure my partners knew, and having control and the ability to consent and revoke consent at any point. Emotional attachment helped a great deal too.

I've rambled on enough.. but... Let me end this off by saying, If you went through unspeakable horrors at the hands of those who you thought were supposed to protect you, You are not alone, Even if you do not see it now, there is light at the end of the tunnel, keep on living, keep trying to find joy in little things. It does get better, what was done to you was horrible and you did not deserve it. I promise, you will see better days. You will be happy again, even if you feel like the pain will never end, there is always moments of calm.... live for those... live for your pets, live for your friends, the people around you, live for that cute thing you just ordered, live for that movie or TV series you're excited about watching... even the next patch for bg3.. or more Astarion content if that's your reason right now... and take it one day at a time. You will be okay.

If you need to vent out some shit, I'll listen, I may not know what to say or be able to offer comfort, but I will always lend an ear, even to a total stranger if they need it.

That's all from me, goodbye, until my next post.. whenever that will be ❤🖤❤🖤

[despair-to-future-arcs]

Let’s get this investigation started!

Well since your gonna talk, can you speak about your dad? If you don't mind...

Well what's written on there is pretty accurate and I still hate him to this day, my old man was someone that was always call a genius, often his business ventures were pretty good - he figure any plan he had would be perfect, especially with politics but he was an arrogant bastard that undermined me.

Want to know something? He try to buy me a spot during my youth at Hope's Peak.

Wait so, Mr. Ishimaru try bribe you in?

Well yeah, you probably saw the bribes, right? He try to pull same shit with me but I refuse; I hated cheating and didn't want this path. So I told him off and luckily mom was on my side for it.

I always felt hard work and dedication is the path to success, I never like taking short cuts or cheating either and I always wanted to be a police when I was kid.

I see, so what got you interested?

Ah, y'know - fighting crimes and taking down crooks, I love that shit and wanted to follow that path ever since I was a kid so I decided to work towards that career without relying on Hope's Peak Academy, I just wanted to prove that old man wrong.

But of course, my dad didn't think I needed to work so hard, figure Hope's Peak always lead to success which was bullshit and thanks to him being a suppose 'genius' he screw up and cause my own screw up to be a police commissioner.

And I guess that's when he lost everything, right? Seems everything just... fell apart, huh?

Yeah, everything went to shit after he became prime minster, he lost everything; his own son, not allow near his kid grandkid, his wife left and his business was gone... I heard he was drinking, if anything he deserve it honestly and I don't feel pity.

No one really visited his funeral back in 2005, he died alone from alcohol and smoking which sadly I was left to set up the funeral too, Taka was starting middle school too but wanted to help, I figure it was gonna be family however there was one visitor.

...

...

...

Date: March 11th, 2005

*Takaaki waited outside for guest and check names* Well, that's everyone... better get the wake ready...

*As then Kiyotaka walk over* Da-Dad...? Um, the services are ready...

Oh, really? Okay Taka, comin'... is the Buddhist here?

Yes father he is. Still... I never met Grandfather but hearing what happen, I'm still not sure what to think.

Given everything he's done, I can't say he deserves this but hearing the stories; I know for sure I want to be nothing like him.

Yeah, he always arrogant and full of himself; it's probably good you didn't meet him.

Of course, given what he's done; I feel it's for the best I had no interactions with him, anycase - we need to help with the wake!

*As the 2 walk in suddenly women*

Excuse me, are you by any change the son of Toranosuke Ishimaru?

Huh? Sorry, I don't think your on the list, do you know him?

Sadly I have, he's in fact a former Classmate of mine; I'm Hitomi Nanami, I was Class 22 Former Ultimate Teacher and I wish to give my grievance of what happen to you and your family, my apologies.

Ah, right... your that women that was the ministry of education a few years back before you retire, right? I think my dad mention you, he didn't seem to be fond of you or how you seem to remind him to come to class and even blame you until the end.

Hmph, of course that old fool would assume the worse of me, figures as much he would try to blame me for how things turn out if he attended Class.

Still, I mostly came here to speak with you and just hope that you and your family will try to not follow his footsteps.

Don't worry, I try to avoid everything he did... still, thank you for visiting but the wake is starting soon.

Ah right, my apologies young man; I really hope for the best for you and even if your father made a mistake; it shouldn't defy you as a person just remember that, good day to you...

*the old women walk away as leaving, Takaaki walk in*

Dad? Who were you talking to... I heard voices...

Nothin', let's just get to the funeral...

'It was the last time I spoke with her and maybe she was right; maybe I shouldn't let what my dad did effect me but I just felt I just couldn't...'

[demonsanddemogorgons]

Sunny in Philadelphia - A Joseph Quinn Story (Chapter 15)

Chapter 15 - Boyfriend

"McKenzie."

"Drew. What are you doing here? You didn't call." you asked, snapping a bit, angry that you weren't alerted that he was coming. The one agreement the two of you had that he wanted with the divorce was that he could still come and see Jango since you had shared him together. He was allowed to take him to the park or on certain trips he went on, but he stayed with you full-time. He was supposed to notify you before coming to get him, but he hadn't this time.

"I was in the area and figured I would just stop by to take Jango to the park for the day." He looked over your shoulder at Joe, who was just standing there quietly, letting you do all the talking. "Who is this?"

Fuck. Could this get any more awkward? Absolutely not.

"Drew, this is Joe. M-my boyfriend." Drew's eyes widened as you turned to Joe, mainly to avoid eye contact with Drew if you were being totally honest. "Joe, this is Drew. My...ex-husband."

Joe's eyebrows raised as he nodded at the new information. He wasn't particularly thrilled to meet the man who shattered you into the million pieces that he was trying to glue back together, but he would be respectful all the same, for your sake. He nodded towards Drew in acknowledgement but said nothing. He wasn't going to tell him it was nice to meet him, because frankly, it wasn't. He swallowed in an attempt to stuff down the burning anger he felt in his throat from having that bastard standing 3 feet from him. Drew nodded back and then turned to you.

"Boyfriend?"

You rolled your eyes.

"Yes, Drew. Boyfriend. Pretty sure I'm allowed to have one of those now, not that it stopped you."

He ignored your snarky remark and looked at Joe, his eyes widening with realization.

"Wait a minute. I've seen him before. Joe? Like Joseph? Quinn?"

"Yes."

Drew took a step back for a moment out of shock.

"Joseph Quinn? Like that Eddie dude you were all obsessed with from that TV show? You're dating him?"

You were getting fed up with his questions and disbelief. He had already proven you to not be good enough for him, but for him to act like it was impossible for you to attract a man like Joe was the icing on the cake of your bitterness toward him.

"Drew. How many times do I have to say yes?"

"Wow."

That's all he could say? Really?

"Well, Joe and I have plans for later so if you came for Jango, you can go ahead and take him," you said, trying to shoo him out.

"Yeah, I'll be heading out soon, but can we talk first? In private?"

What? Absolutely not.

"What could you possibly want to talk about? And anything you're going to say to me can be said in front of Joe," you snapped. Joe tried his best to hold back a smirk, impressed with your composure. Atta girl, he thought. He was proud of you for standing your ground.

"I...well, I-I wanted to talk to you about maybe, possibly, getting back together."

You didn't think it was possible for Joe's eyes to bug out any further.

"I'm sorry, what?" You couldn't believe what you heard. "You want me to take your cheating, mentally abusive ass back? Drew, how stupid do you think I am?"

"I-I know I screwed up. I see that now."

"Yeah, only because you showed up here to find a new man in my house that you didn't know about. Funny how you can sleep with all these other women and degrade me about my appearance, but the second you see that I've moved on, you can't handle it. What happened, Drew? All your mistresses get tired of you? Did they realize how you really are?"

"I-I-"

"You didn't appreciate what you had. Even if you do realize what you lost now, it's too late. You had your chance, and you blew it. Even if Joe wasn't in the picture, I would never go back to you. Ever. I deserve better, and I've been fortunate enough to find that. Now take Jango for your visit and get the fuck out of my house."

"Mack, please."

"She said get out, mate," Joe interjected from behind you. He had heard enough. Drew moved closer until his face was inches from Joe's.

"This doesn't concern you," he said lowly, his hands tightening into fists. You could see Joe's cheeks turning red.

"Doesn't concern me? You're asking my girlfriend to take your pathetic ass back right in front of me. If that doesn't concern me, then I don't know what does. You have a lot of nerve to ask this of her after the way you treated her, especially in front of me. I have been patient and tried to stay back out of respect for her and her ability to handle herself, but this is where I draw the line. Get out. Now."

Drew didn't move, continuing to stare at Joe in close proximity. He was contemplating his next move which, if he was smart, would be to retreat.

"Come, Jango," he said, backing off. He hooked Jango's leash to his collar and left with him, slamming the door behind him.

As soon as the door shut, you collapsed against Joe, sobbing. He caught you before you could hit the floor and rubbed his hand over your back soothingly.

"Shhhh, darling, it's okay."

"I'm sorry," you sobbed, soaking his shirt in tears. "I couldn't cry in front of him. I just couldn't. I fucking hate him so much, and I couldn't let him see me like this, let him see how much it still hurts."

"I know, lovey. I know." He continued to hold you as you cried, placing gentle kisses on the top of your head. "You handled it, baby. You did so good."

You continued crying against him but started to calm down.

"Thank you for stepping in," you said between sniffles. "I couldn't take any more."

"I know, darling. I am proud of you for staying strong as long as you did. I know how hard that must have been. I will always be here to step in when you need me."

"I don't know what I would do without you, Joe."

He looked down at you and smiled, pulling you in for a kiss, not caring at all that your face was tear-soaked, and he was getting it all over his own. He only cared in that moment that you were alright. He was humbled by your extreme trust of him. He could see every day how much faith you put in him, and effortlessly so. You trusted him with your life, and it was evident to him. He was amazed that after everything you've been through, you were so quick to care about him so easily, without reservation. He was already angry with the Drew he hadn't met for making the girl of his affections feel so badly about herself and taking her love for granted. After meeting him, it was extremely safe for him to say that he hated him. How can someone like that call himself a man, he thought. He surely wasn't one.

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