#my poor baby was hostage for MONTHS

[stuzsa]

Have someone done this already?

[targaryenluvs]

— UNCHARTED WATERS

pairings: luke castellan x daughter of poseidon!reader, percy jackson x sister!reader

summary: four months of keeping percy in the dark were over, you could only hope he’d understand your reasoning for keeping him there. or the one where percy finds a polaroid of luke and a girl eerily similar to his sister, donning not a lot of clothing.

warnings: suggestive content/photos, poor percy’s eyes, arguing, confrontation, makeups, hugs & motherly reader, protective percy

a/n: the end has come 😭 i’ve absolutely adored writing this series and i’m glad it’s here sad it’s here and sad it’s over.

taglist: @songofthesun @gayforyelena @taloulalila @honeydanny @7s3ven @sssi-nr @percabethtears @gr1mes-cc @2hiigh2cry @10ava01 @ahh-chickens @fangirl-swagg @anotherblackreader @midmourn @lovelyforesst @urfavpogue @lilacspider @mysteris-things @whoreyzontal @lunalixya @dangelnleif @wordsarelife

part i, part ii, part iii, part iv

iv. uncharted waters

luke’s mouth was currently held hostage by your hand, tightly clamped over his as you waited for the kids to pass by. you were currently hidden behind large rocks in the pond, and half-naked. “if you lick my hand i swear i will drag you under the water, and you know i can.” you whispered to him. luke’s amusement was no where near yours, you could tell by the fact that he jabbed your side which caused you to shout.

the two campers turned at the sound of distress, eyes frantically scanning the area, before turning around and continuing their way back to camp. “that was close.” luke grinned whilst you hit him, “that was all your fault! now come on, before the sun sets.”

“why, is my girl scared of the dark? don’t worry i’m right here baby.”

“am not!”

“are too!”

“am not!”

“are too!”

“you’re so annoying luke.” the two of you made your way into the cold, clear waters. the day had been pretty busy and the idea of swimming before showering all the paint and grime was nothing but appealing to you. but your peace would only last so long around your boyfriend.

“what’s that shark movie y/n? and what does the music sound like?”

“jaws? and the sounds like, dun-a, dun-a.”

you should’ve seen it coming. luke repeated the sound, as you closed your eyes and faced the sun, he waded through the water before you looked his way. he was gone.

“luke? luke where did you—,”

you screamed as luke came up from below you, tipping you face first. “what the hell!” as much as you loved to hear luke laughing all you wanted to do was drown him. “it’s one thing to mess with me above ground, but in the water?” luke’s grin was wiped off as a wave came from behind. “wait hold on—,”

it was officially your turn to laugh as luke resurfaced, gasping for air. “not cool.” you covered your smile with both hands, “kinda cool.” you murmured as he made his way to you, hands around your waist as you looked up at him. “you think that was funny?” you meekly nodded as his hand tightened, another wrapped around your neck to draw you in.

the night was fast approaching and the two of you were currently laying on the shoreline. “i knew i brought this for something.” he whipped out the camera, “you look perfect as usual, would you do me the honour of modelling for me?” you grinned, “of course.”

luke wouldn’t stop staring at the picture, the whole way back to camp. so instead of allowing him to ogle the photo the whole night you tucked it into your jean shorts. claiming the decision to be for the greater good.

if there was one difference between you and percy, it was tidiness. he wasn’t terrible but he wasn’t as obsessive as you. so imagine his surprise when you passed out, towel, shorts and swimwear laid around. “kids these days, i tell you.” percy muttered as he picked up the clothes to be washed the next day. but as he did, a certain polaroid fluttered to the floor.

“what the?” he turned it over, and then had a heartattack.

“WHAT THE F—,”

“ow! why on earth are you shouting? and no swearing.” you groaned out loud. percy stomped his way over to you then waved the picture in your face, “what on earth is this? huh?” you snatched the picture from his hand before sitting on it, “nothing, what’re you talking about?”

percy clutched his head, before dramatically flopping down on his bed, “i think my eyes need to be rinsed.” you rolled your eyes, “stop being so silly, it’s a cute photo. just not a lot of clothes.” percy quiickly sat up, “exactly! and some guys hand tucking your hair behind your ear. i didn’t even know you were dating someone y/n, let alone taking weird photos.”

you’d been caught out, it was bound to happen sooner or later so you might as well tell him. your feet hit the floor before moving over to him, “i’m sorry i didn’t tell your perce, really. i just— i didn’t want to freak you out. i wanted you to continue getting adjusted to camp and all before i told you anything about it. it happened recently, and i didn’t mean for it to but feelings… are the one thing you can’t control. i’m sorry, i really am. and i’m so grateful i have such an amazing little brother who feels like he needs to protect me but you are my little brother. i’m eighteen, and more than capable of making my own decisions.”

percy didn’t want to understand what you were saying. he wanted to go find this guy and let riptide work it’s magic. but annoyingly enough, everything you said did make sense. “fine, i won’t go maiming tonight. i’m still mad you kept it from me, don’t you trust me?” your eyes teared up at the notion, “oh god no! i mean, yes, yes i do. i trust you with every bone in my body and that’s why i knew you’d try and hurt the poor guy. you’re so incredibly strong that you’d send him packing perce.”

percy’s lips twitched, a grin forming, “i am pretty amazing arent i?” you wrapped an arm around his shoulder, “that you are brother, that you are.” he hugged you so hard that it knocked you both back onto the bed.

“i guess i won’t hunt him down today.”

“thank you percy.”

“there’s always tomorrow.” he muttered.

“no perce!” he smiled up at you before wiggling out of your arms, “who is it huh?” you covered your face before sighing, “luke.” percy’s shoulders dropped, “stuff tomorrow.” he charged out the door as you ran after him, “no wait!” coincidentally the two of you rammed right into luke, “i heard shouting, i was concerned. are you okay y/n?” you smiled as he percy huffed, “no yeah, forget about the 12 year old you pummelled over viciously. continue focusing on my sister please.”

“he knows, i told him.” luke’s eyebrows raised, the reasoning behind percy’s jabs and stare revealing itself.

“oh.”

“you’ve got ten seconds castellan.”

“for what?”

“to run.”

“what did i do?”

“that photo didn’t take itself.” percy pulled out riptide, tapping it against his other hand as you stood behind him, watching luke laugh. “he’s, he’s kidding right?” you shook your head, “he’s giving you a head start castellan, i’d advise you to take it.” luke’s smile dropped as he began to step back, “i… you’re kidding.”

“ten, nine, eight—,”

luke’s shoes collided with the floor as percy shrugged, “countings for losers.” you reached out for him but it was too late, “cheater!” luke kept looking back as you sat down infront of the cabin, you officially had two idiots to look after.

[yanderestarangel]

✧ 𑂴 𝐒𝐄𝐗 𝐃𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐌𝐒 | 𝐌𝐈𝐊𝐄 𝐒𝐂𝐇𝐌𝐈𝐃𝐓 X 𝐅𝐓𝐌 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑

𝐓𝐖: v!sex, dirty fantasies, sex dreams, v!sex, porn plot, praise kink, sex in the car, soft!dom mike, ftm reader, creampie.

Mike's concerns were never limited to just family and economic environments, not just capitalism and the concern of keeping his memory and taking care of the only person he had left - Abby - but also romantic parameters, and unfortunately he couldn't cope. get rid of such feelings... Feelings for you.

You were his coworker - always smiling and asking if he was okay or not, it made the security guard's day happier and more comforting, even if you were just being a polite person. Mike was a lonely man with several problems, and even though he was embarrassed, the only escape route he had were erotic dreams about you.

It all started involuntarily, with him going to sleep thinking about how you touched him that day - it was a simple touch on his hand at lunch, but enough for him to feel the heat of your skin transmit to him - Schmidt felt his member throb in his pants when thinking about what it would be like to touch his body, treating him gently, how he could be a little rough with you hitting his dick in your little hole while forcing you to look deep into his eyes giving him more motivation to continue hitting your body with his hips, he was already a hostage to his own desires.

"-Oh fuck..." he whispered, still in a state of deep sleep, sweat ran down his forehead while a hand went against his erection, instinctively while goosebumps formed on his skin. The image of your pussy, your body, your face, slowly riding and slobbering on his dick was too vivid-just a fantasy in his brain, but it was a fantasy he couldn't lie about that was pleasurable in every way.

The days passed more and more tortuously... Every touch, smile and conversation, every reverberation of your voice was enough for Mike's brain chemistry to change and everything to spin, his dick was pulsing in his pants and he needed some relief or simply asking you out - he didn't just want sex, but sex was also included in his intense and lustful passion for you - so, the man asked you to have a beer and take a walk around, a calm stroll through the monotonous small town night, no worries, no more fantasies, something real and invigorating; That was all Mike wanted.

His car was a hot and stuffy space, but the cold, bitter sip you took every moment from the beer bottle made your system cool a little. Mike seemed genuinely cheerful after a while, smiling widely and telling bad jokes that made you smile at his cute attempt to distract you from his poor choice of first date location... After all, even if he didn't make it clear, it was a date. Schmidt soon began to make you more comfortable with small respectful touches, some caresses on your thighs, cheeks or even a quick kiss on the forehead, while he leaned against the bench and looked at you with his black eyes, resting his face on his closed wrists.

"-You know... I always thought you were a pretty boy." Mike spoke in a husky voice filled with desire underlying whatever fear stood in the way of the advances he hadn't made. Then, everything was too fast for your brain to process - Mike above you, his hands were holding your thighs with your ankles resting on his shoulders, his thick, pulsing cock was moving in and out of your pussy, his hands were squeezing your soft flesh until that his fingertips were white - it was a way for the poor man to feel that you were actually real, not just another comforting dream he'll have as the months go by -

"-That's it... My boy is taking my cock so well... Damn (Y/N) you're so fucking tight." Mike moaned loudly as he removed his shaft from your core, only to rub it against your clit, making you moan his name even more - he slowly thrust back in making each movement count, making you arch your back for more fiction.

"-S-So fucking cute- oh fuck baby boy, do you know how much I dreamed about fucking you? How much I wanted that pussy wrapped around my dick?" He confesses between moans, he didn't really care anymore if what he said was dirty or immoral, he needed to let you know how much he wanted you. "-I just wanted to fuck you, turn you into mine, filled with my cum..."

Mike expected to see some sign of repulsion or disgust, but you just moaned and rubbed your own clit, looking for more of that forbidden and newly discovered pleasure. "-You always wanted this... deep down you knew I would never resist you." You wrapped your arms around him, holding on for dear life as he fucked you senseless.

He grabbed an arm, pulling your body closer to him as he continued to ravage your pussy relentlessly. His breathing became difficult and sweat ran from his forehead to his, mixing in an erotic dance. "-Fuck, beautiful boy, squeeze that little pussy on my dick- yes! Fuck exactly like that, good boy, such a good boy for me-!" You soon felt your cunt milking Mike to the last drop of sperm, feeling your walls close around him - He grunted loudly, spilling everything into your uterus.

"-Take it all, take my load like the good boy you are."

You soiled the antique leather seats beneath you, but he didn't care about the mess at that moment, just slowly pulling out of you and lowering himself between your legs, placing kisses on your aching pussy and leaking his cum.

"-You don't know how much I'm in love with you baby..." He looked deep into your eyes, and by the glow you saw in his orbs - he was obviously being sincere, the world stopped and it was just you and Mike that moment, and that was all he needed at the moment... You.

©YANDERESTARANGEL 2023

[rookiesbookies]

mischievous COD ideas😈

Heavily pregnant reader knowing that her hubby doesn’t want to be rough in the slightest with her due to her pregnancy and refrains from punishing her, so she abuses that fully to be a brat

To my sweet sweet brat reader, Im sorry if this is not all you hoped as I am a resident good girl. The one time I was a brat I got degraded (“such a good bitch”) and cried. I hope I do a good job portraying the relationships, if I dont let me know and I will edit it or rewrite sections that dont fit. You also didn’t specify so imma write for my usual set of lovelies. (Im also added Krueger because I’ve recently fallen in love with him a lil bit and he kinda fits thi)

The boys with pregnant brat wife

Price

This man is too worried about helping you get your shoes on. “You’re pregnant, isn’t not being able to see your feet punishment enough?” He’s not going to do much other than pinching you. Whether it’s your ass or your arm, and they’re hard “i had to discipline Soap subtly and im a dad” pinches. He’ll also use pressure points. Give the back of your arm the good pinch and twist. He’s just trying not to take it personally.

Soap

He’s googled what positions he can put you in. He’s googled if its safe for the baby. He has googled what he can and cannot do. He has spoke with your doctors about it, as embarrassing as that phone call was. And for certain punishments, its a long game. Like holding your ice cream you crave hostage until you learn. If he can’t make it sexual, he’ll find other ways.

Ghost

Like Price, he’s also using pressure points. Not the ones that knock you out but the ones that feel weird or make you got “ow”. Cannot get hard and it’s not because you’re not hot its bc he literally gets more flaccid than a limp noodle at the thought of possibly hurting that baby. He’s also very good at holding grudges and every time you brat out and walk all over him, he’s making a note on his phone for later.

Konig

Oh but he just got you to whine and cry you admit you want his cock. He knew eventually he could wait out your little game. “You acted out and now you must wait until I want to give it to you. You ask so nicely though, keep trying. I like when you beg.” He’s so mean, he’d make you wait until after you gave birth and however many times you acted out is how many weeks (or months depending on how he’s feeling) after you have to wait to get any pleasure from him.

Keegan

your toys aren’t doing it for you anymore? Nope. He’ll keep fluttering his fingers over you figure and let you use that tiny dildo he got you that cant even stretch you like he can. That’s all you get. His hands wont even go lower than your waist. They wont even touch close to your nipples. This is real torture. Every orgasm is so unfulfilling. I feel bad for you really. Hope this teaches you.

Gaz

He’s a doormat anyway. I don’t see him punishing anyone. He’s too much of a gentleman. I do believe he’d pull orgasm after orgasm out of you casually when you act up with his hands. Never giving you his dick as much as you beg. Pleading, crying for it, he wont budge. No you can deal with the consequences of your actions while he sits here and watches this movie. “Why aren’t you watching, love? You picked the movie. No, no, stop your whining, just sit and watch.”

Krueger

Sebastian doesn’t care. He’ll find other ways. Like right now you’re legs spread and hands flat against the wall as he spanks your ass, every time he does you have to say thank you and apologize for snapping at him. He knows you’re hormonal, but he’s going to make you apologize. Oh and he’s kissing away those tears and asking you if you understand what you do wrong while running you a nice bath and all the rubs and lotion for your poor butt.

Masterlist is pinned on profile as always, don’t forget to leave me a comment or a request in my inbox to let me know what yall want to see!

[fakescenariosbeforesleepblog]

Every step to win your heart.

König x FEM reader.

Short version, your little crush turned into a dark obsession with this big guy. You weren't expecting he could actually fall for you.

Warning: Stalking, spying, mentions of drugs, Grammatical and spelling errors, image not mine. I think there's no specific description of the reader so you can read it as a Neutral too.

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters nor do I claim to own them. I do not own any of the images used nor do I claim to own them.

König barely goes to his house, he prefers to work without stopping. But after almost 4 months without appearing there he decides after this mission he would take some rest.

You've been observing him for a while, you're like his shadow, poor guy, he doesn't even know about your existence but you already know some good things about him.

His morning routine, his favorite fruit, the size of his clothes and combat boots, you already know that he likes the cloth softener with that baby smell, you know he prefers the minimalism deco at home, he doesn't like the raw yolk egg and sometimes he simply eats the egg white with fresh grounded black pepper and salt, he eats pancakes and waffles without honey or any other topping, coffee needs to be black without sugar but if you offer him some tea he likes with two teaspoons of sugar and a little bit of milk.

How do you know all these things about him without even talking to him? Simple, you've been following him everywhere, spying on him, of course in your mind everything is innocent, you can't see the dark side of your obsession. All started after he saved you, you were a hostage a few years ago, he arrived and rescued you and your parents, he was kind and very protective over you and the other hostages, you couldn't avoid developing feelings for the man.

It was hard to find him, his name and everything about his personal information was a secret, until one day you saw a man, tall and muscular, bright dark brown hair, blue eyes and a perfect nose, some scars accentuating his features just walking by the street, he went inside a grocery store and bought a bottle of sparkling water, you weren't sure but something told you that body and the way he was walking was familiar to you, quickly you crossed the street and went inside the grocery store too, observing him more close, definitely was him, you confirmed it after you heard his accent and his voice.

That was the beginning, you quickly understood he was rarely at home, you found his address walking behind him, you saw where he usually saved his keys, he never felt your presence you were quiet and discreet so it was easy, you passed a great part of your time spying on him, if you weren't working you were searching and spying.

Today is the day of your master plan, you've been waiting for him out of the base where he works, you know he's there, finally at 19:00h, he appears with another man, not so tall and with asiatic features, both talk and then say goodbye, that's when you turned on your car and started to drive slow, you know he lives close to his work so he simply walks, he enjoys to walk everywhere.

Once you're sure he will go directly to home you drive fast to arrive before him, you park in front of his house, no one is out observing you, so you quickly pinched your car's tire and ran quickly to König's principal door, you put a strange liquid on the lock and handgrip, it's simply to make him faint, then you go back to the car, now you wait to see him arrive and ask him for help.

There he comes, his face is serious and lacklustre, you leave the car and ask him for help.

- Hey, excuse me, I'm so sorry to bother you but could you help me? I have a flat tire and I don't know how to fix it, my phone's dead and you're the first person I see walking here...

Clearly annoyed he agrees and asks you to give him your Toolbox and spare tire. While he holds the tire you decide to put some more liquid on the tools he will be using to fix that flat tire.

König doesn't feel any effect until he finishes his work with your tires, you're very friendly and somehow he feels like he has seen you before but doesn't know where or when.

-Ja, Kein Problem (yes, no problem)... Ah...Have I seen you before?

You offer him a kind smile and before you can answer you can see his face, he doesn't feel well. König feels like his head is spinning and feels sleepy, he doesn't say anything else and simply walks as fast as possible to his door, he opens it with a lot of difficulty but once the door is open, he falls on the floor.

You quickly walk to him, once you're sure he's not hurt you drag him inside the house, it was more difficult that you expected but finally he's on his bed. You close his bedroom door and go quickly to grab his backpack and park your car in his garage.

König wakes up feeling nauseous as if he drank too much the previous night or something, then after a couple minutes he realizes he slept in underwear, he doesn't remember when he changed his clothes, his head hurts, his boots are clean and in his usual place, why can't he remember when he did all those things? Finally, the sound of music catches his attention, He's not alone.

Quickly but silently he tries to stand up and tries to grab a small gun he has under the nightstand beside his bed, unfortunately he realizes he's chained to the bed, he thinks he's not being listened to but in fact you already heard him, you're simply finishing to decorate his plate for the breakfast, after a few minutes he can hear steps walking through the corridor of his house, the music comes from the kitchen and it's not only music, the smell of food fills his lungs and then a voice, singing.

What the hell is going on? You're standing on his bedroom door with a tray full of meals, He observes your body and the way you move, you're very pretty but... Why are you there? Are you dangerous? What do you want from him?. You gasp a little excited, he's awake, but sadly he doesn't seem happy.

- Who are you? What are you doing in my house and what do you want from me?

- Hi, you're finally awake, I'm y/n and I bring you the breakfast... König calm down please.

Your pleading eyes can't convince him, he needs more answers.

- What do you want from me? HOW DO YOU KNOW WHO I AM? TELL ME!

- I... I can explain it, just... Calm down... I'm not a menace.

he quickly considered his options and then he nodded. You point at his bed to indicate you will put the tray there.

He doesn't look at somewhere else but your eyes, he's focused on your eyes. Once the tray is over the bed you step back, you're ready to explain yourself but the sea of questions starts again.

- How do I know you will not try to poison me? What do you want from me?

- Eat first, I spent the whole morning cooking all your favorite meals. You haven't eaten since... God knows when.

He finally looks at the tray in front of him, indeed, there's a lot of food, all his favorites for breakfast, but then he looks at you, his look says he still doesn't trust in your word.

- König, if I wanted to hurt you I could do it while you were... Unconscious, instead of that, I cleaned the fresh wound you have on your bicep and your thigh, I cleaned your boots and knives, your laundry and I cooked for you. Once again, I'm not a menace.

He takes the plate and before starting to eat he sees a small note at one side of the plate «welcome home 🩷». Home? When was the last time someone felt happy to see him? When was the last time he felt that his house was actually a home? For him it was just the place where he can go whenever he feels seriously tired of his comrades at work.

His thoughts are interrupted by you when he listens to your question.

- Is it good? I hope it tastes good...I tried to make it in the way you usually do it.

He can't lie, it actually tastes better than when he cooks.

- Yes, it is. Can you tell me what you want now?

- It's a long story... But I've been looking for you, observing you, following you since... I don't know, maybe you don't remember but you saved me and my parents and some other hostages, we were in a hotel, you saved us.

- Ja! I remember, it was like 5 years ago. So what?

- Well, maybe for you it was as any other successful mission, but for me it was... A realization about the kind of man I wanted for me. You stole my heart, König.

You approach König who's now observing you as if you were insane, you slowly kneel down in from of him.

- I looked for you, for months until I found you, then I started to follow you everywhere, learning about you, the things you like, the thing you hate, your story, who you were when you were young, what you did during your young years...

He's quiet, he can't believe your words, your innocent look is adorable and almost convincing but all this 'love' that turned into something else, something dark but strangely... Attractive, makes him feel out of place, something unexpected.

Of course women approach him occasionally, but he never gives them a chance, he has always been alone, he never thought someone could give him love, that's why he never went through relationships or meeting people in a romantic way. Now you're here, in front him, you literally kidnapped him in his own house to finally introduce yourself, talking about love, is he dreaming?

- König, I know maybe it wasn't a good way to do it and you have all the reasons to not trust me, but I noticed when women try to get close to you, you leave, I didn't want you to run away...

- I don't run, I just reject them. Do you think I'm a man who can have love? I am not the man you created in your head.

He says it without caring, he doesn't even look at you, but it's not because he doesn't care, he wants to know if you're talking seriously.

- You're. I Know very well who you are... and if you want to reject me, fine. But I'm not going to give up, do you understand? When I want something I get it in a way or another.

- Is that a menace, Liebling?

He finally stares at you, your look is not bright and innocent, is dark, determined and cold.

- It's a warning, baby. So, you have two options, give me a chance now that I'm doing everything for the good way or call the police and send me away, but trust me when I say this. Your missions will be the least of your problems, I will not give up, you will not keep me away, I'll be there, I'll be like your shadow, hunting you, step by step until I can finally call you mine.

König smirks. You unchained him from the bed and walked away, he stays there thinking about you and your words, he can't lie to himself. You're pretty, hot and you look smart, the determination in your eyes and voice, you send shivers through his spine, he continues eating, after all, you spend the morning cooking, for him, you cooked for him, no one cared about him in that way, the few times he tried to be with a woman, they don't even offer him a glass of water or show at least a little bit of affection, they just wanted a quick fuck.

Now you're here, craving for his acceptance, for his affection. He's not afraid of you or your warnings, he simply thinks he's not in a position to reject you.

He walks to the kitchen and there you are Washing dishes and singing in a low voice. He stops and observes you, such a tiny doll, he could easily erase you from the map, but, he already made a decision.

He slowly walks to you, at this point you already feel his presence, you're waiting for his next move. Suddenly a pair of strong arms are around your waist, the warmth of his Chest and abdomen is pressed against your back.

You waited for this moment, since he appeared in your life, you saw this moment in your dreams, now it's happening, you close your eyes and slowly turn to him, you return the hug.

- You have one chance, that's all.

- I'll make it worth.

You kept your promise, it was slow since he was in long missions, but he started to enjoy the attention you had with him. When he was at home you had plenty of dates and time together, sometimes he was concerned about how jealous and possessive you could be but he admitted, it was a great feeling.

Every time he was back in the base he called you to let you know he was alive, when he would be at home and to know how you were doing.

Once you knew he would be at home, you cleaned the entire house and spent your day cooking, you bought him flowers, beer, candles and prepared him a hot bath.

When he arrived at the door you always jumped on him, kissing his face, he loved it, König never expected he could actually feel that happiness, eventually he invited you to meet some of his colleagues, everybody adored you, he was a proud man, he loved you, he fell hard for you.

[bucknastysbabe]

Heaven or Las Vegas

Aegon II x Reader

Rating: Explicit

Tags: TW// Alcohol and drug abuse, verbal abuse, shit head Aegon, manipulation, actually you know what the whole thing is fucked up, non-descript smut, Aegon’s self hatred and learned helplessness

A/N: Yeah so it’s soothing to write about active addiction when I’m feeling crazy so I remember how awful it was. Addiction will hold you and loved ones HOSTAGE. If this struck a chord w anyone my dm’s are open me is sober around 18 months. Anyways love The Weeknd and the trilogy fuckboi era

I'm paying for all my father's sins

Aegon could blame his consistent need to fill the void in his chest on his father. That rotting, dead, vapid old man. The closest thing he had to a dad was the family bodyguard and Aegon never quite lived up to the standard.

Maybe he was just cursed to chew the world up and ruin them before spitting them out. Just like Viserys, clapping and smiling while letting his family fall to pieces and hatred. Never gave a fuck about anyone but his eldest, maybe Aegon’s uncle. His dead wife that Aegon’s mother couldn’t replace.

Vicious cycles.

So I'ma thank him for you, I'ma thank him for you

Like his father, Aegon could thank the wretch for being consistently blessed with good women. Women who took on too much in exchange for very little. Exactly the same as her. That perfect angel who he corrupted and left a goddamn mess. He loved the woman. She shouldn’t love him. Black hole of a human he was.

My serotonin's gone a while ago

She made him laugh and filled that empty hole for a second. When Aegon wasn’t snorting, popping, and drinking up everything. But he was always doing that. The fallen angel found a habit in those pills from him.

But nothing could recapture those moments late late at night, between her thighs. City lights casting her teary face into a gorgeous glow. “Only you, only you, i love you,” he’d lie. She’d cry and tighten around his cock, knowing it was a lie. Gripping manicured nails so hard into Aegon’s shoulders just to make sure it wasn’t a dream.

Girl it’s been gone cause of you, it’s been gone cause of you.

Aegon knew any sort of happiness he’d feel came from warped, perverted things. Orgies, drugs, girls and girls and fucking girls. Spending money he had no clue what do with. It made him fill that void for some minutes. He feared it was going to open up and swallow him whole soon.

The prince wanted her back. So goddamn bad. She didn’t fit in the picture. Got clean, ignored his calls, moved on. Fallen angel no more. Not his baby to mould and blacken to his liking. She thought there was something good in him. Nothing like the rotation of women on his cock now, a fifth of vodka shaking in his hand, tears threatening to roll. They didn’t give a fuck, just like everyone else. But they did what he wanted.

They say they want Heaven, they say they want God.

Towards the end she’d cry and clutch a rosary, praying to god. Aegon would get pissed. He’d demand what the fuck she was on about, get in her face. Those doe eyes bleary and red, flinching in fear.

“I don’t want to live like this. It’s eating me alive Aegon. This,” his baby had sobbed, “Is vile. I’ll never make it heaven. What would God think?”

I say, I got Heaven. I say I am God.

Aegon laughed in her tear streaked face. He gestured to the penthouse around them, booze and drugs scattered around, a wad of cash on the table next to the unlimited card used for cutting coke half the time. His not-so-fallen wept openly when he giggled maniacally, “This is heaven! I am God! You can have everything you want and more, hah, what the fuck’s not clicking here? You want to go back to the poor house?”

I never prayed a moment in my life

He did get down on his knees when his only love left him. Went to detox, didn’t leave a number or address. Aegon shook with anger, self-hatred, mind boggling sadness. He howled to the roof, “Fuck you!” When he was properly fucked up later, lips around his half-flagging cock, the blonde dimly wondered if her prayers had been answered by getting away from him.

Girl, I'm rewarded with you. I've been rewarded with you.

His love came by months later. Aegon put on an act, not a very good one when all he wanted to do was cry and be held once more. She looked good. Healthy. No permanent shakes or dark bags under the eyes. No wonder, she escaped an incubus.

“I love you. You need help.”

How could he receive help? It’s too late for a fuck-up like him. Blackened to the core. Defiled beyond measure.

So, baby, let me kiss your inner thigh. Let me kiss it for you. I can kiss it for you.

Aegon did get down to his knees when the void in his chest ached too much. He stared up at her with that look, the one that made the beauty swoon. He grabbed her soft thighs, begging and begging, “Baby- baby- please, lemme make you feel good. Like old times?” It was the only thing he knew besides drugs. She caressed his cheek and sighed, tears in her eyes, “You’d make me feel good if you loved yourself Aegon. Call me when you do that, yeah?”

Well, they say they want Heaven, they say they want God.

There’s no hope. He’d just have to make do. Even the bleakest of places looked like Heaven when you’re on enough K to kill someone. Aegon leaned over the balcony that night, staring off into the city, the dark streets below. He was in Heaven. Up above the regular doings of people. Svelte hands locked around his waist, Aegon smiled.

I say, I have Heaven. I say, I am God.

He plowed that girl on the balcony, wind whipping his pale hair. Hips snapping into a nameless wet cunt he shouted, “I am God! Fuck!” She squealed and twisted like she enjoyed his insane ramblings. Aegon finished on her ass and stumbled to his unmade bed, dizzy as the party raged on. He’d make his own destiny. With the void, always there, always hungry.

[theflagscene]

Wait! How!? When!? Where!? How is White suddenly there!? How did Tee meet White!? You can’t just play upbeat music and have the boys running around to show the passage of time and not explain how the fucking villain of the story got the most adorably innocent lil princess boyfriend on the planet!

Phee, bringing Jin on a date to the same place you and Non liked to go is just weird. I hate people who use the same ‘date’ spots for their new partners that they used with their past partners and no, this isn’t me projecting, why do you ask!? Lmao 😂 shut up it’s still tacky af

‘Friend’ the dreaded word.

What is with the ass slapping and window sex!? I mean, I get that they’re supposed to 18 year old boys, who are by definition perverted, but that was some porn level shit. Also, again, no prep. Phee wasn’t even the one blown so it’s not like they were even using spit for lube, or an already lubed condom. What is this, another ABO show? Just having the dudes slick and sliding all over one another apparently.

Ta’s got a decent ass at least, good for him.

“Did you cheat on my brother?” Nah, pretty sure they broke up when Phee saw him being raw dogged by the teacher and then told him to go die, but whatever helps you sleep at night Tan.

“Don’t fall in love with him.” Yeah, I think it’s too late for that.

Oh, mom is not looking so great. Hmm, something tells me that video isn’t real. Mom knows what’s up, it’s finally hit her, her baby’s dead. The actress did a fantastic job of a mother realizing the truth of the death of her child, it’s a startling realization that does take your legs out from under you. Your mind blanks, you can’t think about anything but the last time you saw them, the last terrible thing you said, all you can do is try not to scream. - That got a little too dark and real, sorry.

news.boc.com Cute BoC, very cute.

How long were Phee and Jin supposed to have been fucking by now? Weeks? Months? Because Jin has gotten very emotionally invested very quickly, which is appropriate for teenagers I suppose.

Two years, so they’d be in their what, second year of uni? Tan has gone full mad scientist I see.

Wait, he called to tell Tan that his mom was dead and it was her funeral that day and he just showed tf up! When his dad thought he was still in England!? Lmao, that’s fricking hilarious. I know, I know, wrong reaction to this scene but I’m weird, what can I say.

Oops, bye bye daddy. No wonder Tan is so fucking nuts! That would drive anyone insane. He literally needs Non to be alive otherwise he’s lost everything for nothing.

Is Tan his own guinea pig for his drugs!? Jesus dude, get some help.

Question, were Phee and Jin fucking during their time at university too? Or are you telling me all this ‘I love him’ crap was from one night of decent dick and a few ‘best friend dates’? Like the math ain’t mathing, establish a better timeline here for me when it comes to their relationship because in the first episode it made it seem like they were screwing around for a really long time, months at the very least. But now it seems like they fucked around a couple times in one 12 hour period, Jin decided that was enough to wanna date, caught Phee in a mood because of the fake news report and then they just… what? Kept fucking? Stopped? Jin carried a torch for him for over two years after one night together? Acted like a scorned lover for years because of a single teenaged tryst? Not to be that guy, but girl, you’re coming off a little desperate. I need a more accurate timeline!!!

“This won’t kill them.” Tan, could you try and be a tad more convincing when saying that?

That was a fantastic look from Tan to end on, ngl. Although someone needs to save baby White!

Next episode, we’re back in the present for the most part it seems. Jin somehow still trusts Phee, Fluke somehow gets the gun back and oh look, he holds White hostage, poor bb did nothing, leave him alone! And Tee clearly does know what happened to both Non and Keng as he runs up onto the roof where his uncle is to see the pair… unconscious? Dead? One of each?

I want some backstory about how White fits into all of this next time as well, that would be great. Although considering how little the timeline of events during grade 12 are fully explained, I doubt knowing more about White would make very much sense at this point.

[breyito]

Batfamily Introduction- Matt Reeves universe

So...this is how I'd go about assembling the Batfamily in Reeves verse. I have (at least the movies about Jason) completely developed in my brain, but well, writing the scripts is a whole other issue. I could, but 2k fics are too much for me at the moment, so I thought I'd share this with the world, free some space in my brain, so to speak. Praying that someone out there, that has the actual pull to make this happen, reads this and maybe uses it a little. Mainly about Jason, because my poor boy deserves better, and an live action portrayal that is accurate and true to character, instead of the constant angst trainreck that is his life in the comics, for some reason.

The more detailed an idea is, the more doubts I have about it, idk. Dick's is less developed since pretty much everyone is familiar with him, so I kinda skipped him, sorry. And Damian...well, I don't know enough about him to write him much more than he is, and tbh, I'd like to do something with him and Jon more than anything else.

Here it goes!!! (Also, I'm just a fan, so please don't hate on this, yeah? If you don't like it, move on.)

Batman: Gravity / Gravitas/ Gravitational Pull

(Dick's origin story as Robin movie, Zucco,  Selina helps, Ace shows up, Zucco almost dies but D!R decides not to, little scenes with Batgirl (?),etc)

      •Robin the first*: Dick's solo movie when he's older, establishing the Titans (Babs, Roy, Donna, Joey(?)), Deathstroke as antagonist(?). He ends the movie as Nightwing (?).

Batman: Mind Games

(Jason as Robin origin story, Jason steals the Batmobile tires, B sends him to a home. Mad Hatter/ Dollmaker is buying kids from Ma Gunn's and Jay helps B & Gordon realize this and to put a stop to it, B ends up kidnapped and Nightwing isn't answering Agent A and Batgirl is holed up in the precinct with Gordon; so Jay dresses up as Robin and goes to try and stop the freak. He trips the rogue with his marbles and knocks him out, waiting until Batgirl/Nightwing come to free the hostages from the tech, keeping the conscious kids calm. Dick is surprised about Jay but not a dick about it. Bruce offers to adopt Jay, and says it's not necessary to be Robin too, but Dick Is all "unless you want to, little wing! I'm gonna teach you all the *best* moves B is too old to do!" Sue me, I want one happy Batfamily, ok? Ok).

      •Robin the second*: Jason's solo movie, Kid Devil Pen pal, Kyle(?), Rose(?), Gar(?) or the Titans say he's too little?; Catwoman/Ivy/Nocturna as mentors/aunts? Heist movie. Professor Pig/Toymaker as antagonist? He ends up saving the Titans/Batman despite the doubts about him.

Batman: "A death in the family"/[?]

(Garzonas/child trafficking ring; they butt heads about 'procedure' and 'too much violence'; Barbara is paralyzed; Jay looks for Haywood, she sells him out to Joker, Jason dies. A few months later, B gets called to deal with Flashpoint and finds out Flash is the reason Jay died ("Allen, you killed my son? You killed my SON!" "I'm sorry- Bruce, I'm-" "Effective immediately, Allen's tenure in the Justice League is terminated. Central City will be relegated to Wallace, if he's ready to take on the name." "Bruce!" "If he can not use his powers responsibly, he can not be trusted with them. Unless you want me to give you an antidote." "...you don't have one." "Are you willing to try me?" post-credit scene. Jay's hand breaking the ground of his grave post-post credit scene)

Batman: [?]/Bane of the City

(Tim as Robin Origin story. Broken back, Dick as Batman for a little while, they defeat Bane, Bruce heals a little bit, Barbara remakes herself as Oracle and saves their asses at a crucial moment, etc. Jason is alive and with the LoA, baby!Damián? post-credit scene.)

    •Robin the third*: Tim's solo movie, he finds Connor and goes against Lex? + Cassie and Bart, of course. Steph is introduced at the end (iconic brick-in-the-face moment).

Batman: Under the Red Hood/[?]

(RH takes over the Alley in a couple of weeks; steals the kryptonite and ruins deals for Black Mask; kills the leutenants of the mobs and gains control over them, etc. ("B, this guys is not out of control." "Dick?" "I'd say this guy is completely in control. Look at these! He hasn't killed a single innocent. Every one of these men and woman have charges for murder, rape, abuse, child pornography or molestation, human trafficking... and all of them got away with it or got the minimal sentence or had the charges dropped or the witnesses killed. They weren't casualities, they were targeted." "It doesn't matter, he's still killing people." "Yeah, bad people! The worst society has to offer." "Dick..." "Bruce, we have bigger problems than a man that keeps the civilians out of things, the children protected and only takes his rage on the worst of humanity.") Jason still attacks Tim at TT, but only to keep him out of the final confrontation -broken wrist, ankle and bruised ribs- ("No more dead Robins" is written in Jason's blood on the wall). Jason as RH reveal; B accepts Jay killing Joker -he turns around and gives him permission- but the damn clown blows up the building before he can and scapes even after RH shoots him a few times. Jason collapses in Bruce's arms, sobbing, terrified. B asks Jay to comes home and he does, to a heartfelt reunion. Jason apologizes to Tim, giving him the R he cut off the Robin suit in the case instead of the one he took in the Tower. Damian's existence bomb drop post-credit scene. One big happy Batfamily, see?).

    •Robin the fourth*: Steph's solo movie. She starts the movie as Spoiler, ends the movie as Robin but dead. Steph tries to stop her dad, meets R!Tim, they fall in love somewhere in the middle. R!Tim wants her as part of the Titans, she refuses cuz her mom doesn't know about Spoiler and she wants to stay in Gotham due to Cluemaster. Jack Drake forces Tim to give up Robin (Steph finds out his identity due to him screaming threats to Bruce) and Bruce offers R to her a few days later, she agrees. Tim doesn't like ir, but Steph is Tim's only contact with the Batfam, so he's ok-ish with it. Cluemaster realizes his daughter is Spoiler/the new Robin and sells the info to Sionis, hoping he'll get him out of prison (he thinks Black Mask will use it to find out who Batman is, not torture her to death, but still). B&Steph butt heads, some "you're too much like Jason" comments/classism thrown her way (Jason is in the LoA trying to convince Talia to give up Damian to B, btw) She starts a war between two gangs to stop them destroying her block/neighborhood's business and homes. BM kidnaps her then, and tries to torture the info of Batman and Red Hood (his bitter enemy) out of her. She holds out until N&B&RH rescue her, but too late. She "dies" then ("was I a good Robin?" "you were a great Robin"). (Post-credit scene is her waking up gasping in a hospital bed, her window shows a Savanna.)

Batman: Blood Son/ Blood Feud

(Damian gets to Gotham to witness the end tail of the gang war after Steph's death. Tim is back in the Manor, back as Robin (he put on the suit to stop the war and BM; since Jack is in a coma he doesn't care anymore), working with B & N & RH to clean things up. R almost kills BM by beating him, so RH puts a blade to the guy's throat and says he will kill him if Tim says the word. Tim, in the end, says no. RH then cuts through BM's spinal cord, leaving him paralyzed. ("As a compromise" he grins savagely at Batman, winking.) Damian tries to off Tim the moment they meet, but Tim is very on edge and puts him down quickly and brutally ("You want to be Robin, remplace Steph, with *those* skills? Ha! Give me a break/Pathetic.") Dick tries to explain how fragile Tim is at the moment, while Jason & Alfred try to make them bond by cooking together, and B makes them solve cold cases together (it turns into a competition, of course, but since it ends with Tim spending less Time on the field, B doesn't stop it). Jack dies after an attack at the hospital by Cap Boomerang; after the funeral he goes out as RR, to get revenge. Zsasz gets him first, since RR is out of it. Damian -who was following him, not worried- ends up saving Tim after Zsasz kidnaps him on BM's orders, as payback. He stalls Zsasz until the others get there and cuts off one of his arms while trying not to kill him. (I wanna add Killer Croc here somehow, he's hired but Damián either convinces him to leave or beats him by drugging him or something). While Tim is recovering in the hospital/cave he passes the R to him. (''You'll do a good job." "Tt, of course I will." "Just...maybe get a less sharp weapon?" "Because blunt force trauma is more elegant?" "Nop. It's usually less deadly, tho."))

The (*) means I have no idea for a tittle. I know I want it to be secuencial, like a series, because that's what they are lol.

[bellamer]

More Quotev drama was when these people online were thirsting over Donald Trump’s son and were believing these stupid rumors that he was just a poor baby being held hostage in the White House and was just a poor thing who wanted to skateboard and play Roblox and believed this Roblox account claiming to be him saying that he hates his dad and just wanted to be a normal kid and you know what people do on the internet and form parasocial relationships based off speculation

And when I said we shouldn’t y���know, believe everything we see and that I could easily just bring up the rumors I heard about him being racist and being rude to maids at the White House or whatever but we’ll never know what this kid is like and we shouldn’t be making these romanticized fantasies of him

So this girl whose URL was @.Roseslie who was the ring leader of all of this conjured up a hate campaign against me and tried to tell everyone that I was racist because my pfp and muse at the time was a black edit of Bakugo from MHA because this was the time everyone on twitter was doing black edits and stuff of anime and games and me and my friend who’s actually a moot on here were doing blasian edits of MHA characters and headcanoning some characters as black or blasian

So this girl tried to tell all her followers to report me because I was a racist hate monger who was so racist that I made Bakugou black because he was the most aggressive and mean character and that I was promoting harmful racial stereotypes and that I should be deleted when I made Bakugou black in my edit because he was my favorite character at the time when I was invested in MHA and me and my friend wanted to match and she was Denki because this is when that Bakusquad stuff was going on and we were having fun with those two and it doesn’t matter

So someone sent me a message telling me that Roseslie is spreading a hate campaign about me and telling people to report me and get me deleted for racism and that she had a tendency to go on these hate campaigns towards people who either crossed her or she plain didn’t like and had gotten a lot of people deleted in the past because this is back when Quotev didn’t monitor hate mobs and didn’t yet start punishing those who started them, that started happening like a few months later a

And I go to the activity and I’m just like “You do know I’m black right” and her followers were still saying how I was probably faking when I had oorps on my page and everything so I brought my moot as a witness and we turned it on her saying that she was racist for sending a mob of white people to harass a black person for basically musing a blasian version of her favorite character just because I said not to romanticize this random white kid

Then she stopped responding and left the activity up for a while even when I was like “dude you’re getting me unfairly reported and harassed I don’t wanna get deleted can you just clear the air and apologize or something” and then she eventually went on a rant saying “How was I supposed to know you were black ?!?” and she eventually deleted the post but she never apologized

So Roseslie, if you’re still out there and you’re one of the quotev refugees who came to tumblr, I just want you to know, with @jennrypan as my witness because she was the moot that was there and came to my defense

I STILL WANT MY APOLOGY YOU BARON TRUMP DICK RIDING BITCH !

Like she was actually a pretty popular and well connected account too and that’s how she was able to get people deleted with her mobs of unending brainless followers so if any of the quotev refugees are still in touch with her outside of quotev let that bitch know I demand my apology and $20 as reparations for all the stress she put me through

[fluffyweeby]

Hey you okay?

Hah im Good thanks for asking!

But Yea my tablet is broken and im waiting for almost 2 months now to get it fixed ��� The insourance company took it didnt do anything send it back then took it again couse like „bruh wtf its still broken 🤨” and now they keep my poor baby hostage and keep tellin me they are waiting for parts (for a month 🥲) and don’t know when it will be ready 🥹🥹

And i don’t like drawing tk stuff on paper couse its harder to hide from the unworthy 😈

But when i get it back im a drawing machine!! 😤😤

K im done venting 😅 but Yea thanks for askin, stay hydrated couse its gettin hot 🥵💜

[the-bird-and-the-flute]

Ikegen - Yoshitsune’s route - Final Thoughts

Note: I didn’t unlock any of the premium stories. And I have no idea when I’ll reread his route to get the other end.

So, this is my 2nd route now and I think I liked Tamamo's more than this one. Maybe cuz I think Tamamo is more interesting than Yoshitsune. But Yoshitsune is a good boy, as I expected.

There was a lot of action in the first chapters. I was shocked with yoshitsune's MC at first. She worked a lot helping the shogunate. I was having fun watching her working with Kagetoki. He is so stoic lol.

When she was living at Hiraizumi as a hostage she had more chance to know Yoshitsune. It was nice to see him playing the flute and explaining why his soul is different from other humans.

When I read the prologue and Kurama mentioned Yoshitsune's soul was different from other ordinary humans, I thought he said that considering Yoshitsune's resolve to achieve his goals or something like that. But the fact that he could actually see ayakashi and that was one of the reasons why some people thought he was a cursed/weird child is really sad. Poor baby Yoshitsune.

No wonder Yoshitsune has a very different vibe from the rest of the LIs. It does look like he is between two worlds.

There was more action in the final chapters when the rebel army faced the shogunate and also Yasuchika. I wanna thank Yasuchika once again to give me that drama I love so much hahaha. My shakespeare from ikevamp xD.

END - 愛され

Some months passed since their fight against Yasuchika.

In this end MC, Tamamo, Yoshitsune, and Kurama are working together to kill some ayakashi and absorb their power. It's part of the agreement they made with Yoritomo. I think Yoritomo forced them to do that so one day she could be from the pact with Tamamo.

It was nice to see tamamo again. He is like a free spirit indeed. You can't tame him. He just goes where the wind blows.

And I was surprised how kind Kurama was to MC in this end. He helped her even though she didn't say anything. Call me crazy but I think Kurama likes MC. Maybe a love triangle? LOL

Yoshitsune was acting very protectively towards MC when they were hunting the ayakashi. Well, more than usual.

When MC had the chance to ask him what was going on he said he just wanted to make her happy, but he had no idea what he could do to give her the best life ever.

It was a nice route. Yoshitsune changed a lot since he met MC. Now he doesn't act as careless on the battlefield. Not only because now he has someone waiting for him but also because she made him see that his life is as important as his vassals/soldiers. Kagetoki was so on point in the first chapters when he mentioned that Yoshitsune was fighting as he was trying to kill himself. Because in a way that was exactly what he was doing.

So yeah, If you like soft boys who are great fighters, maybe you'll like Yoshitsune :D

[callofdudes]

This still lives very rent free in my head, I think of Simon as an uncle/dad 8000 times a day and since there's a part 2 now I feel confident enough to do it. This is unedited, be nice please.

Curses:

Simon Riley was terrified of the idea of being a father. Privately he was very locked away but the idea of a family was still something that really unrested within him.

He didn't understand. Part of him was still angry. Do do angry. Every time he thought about children of his own he was filled with the spur thoughts of that poor little boy.

Cursed at, abused, raised to be a man. A man who could put on a mask and go around telling the world he was fine when he was holding pieces of his heart in his bare hands. Bleeding out on the ground and choking on old reassurances.

That's what family felt to him.

Family wasn't for him. It never was.

He couldn't understand fully how someone loved a child. It was so foreign to him. Seeing fathers holding their babies, loving on their sons and their daughters.

Staring too long at the coffee shop and not understanding that love that pours out from them. Sisters joking and brothers playfully teasing...

In a way Simon was so angry at the world he didn't get that. He was so full of resentment and anger and bitterness his heart completely closed.

The idea of parents preserving their childrens innocence and pouring love into them was so foreign.

He could never love. He could never have a family. He could never experience that for fear he'd just rinse and repeat an old family curse...

The dating world was also something he was a skeptic. He knew how double stacked the odds were and yet fate just somehow ended him up in this place...

This place where he was starting to feel it. Someone working on him, spending that time to let him thaw. Giving love and helping him melt.

It was slow, but he was melting bit by bit.

Hearing she was pregnant...

Well, Simon isn't proud to say his first thought was to run. He didn't want kids, this was a mess, he needed to run, and run far. Far from his problems, from his pain, from the curse.

The curse he brought with him..

He could be caring but not like this.

It felt so easy to calm a hostage, telling them they were ok and he had them. To tell his shaking sergeants that it was ok, that it would pass. That Lt would be with them and no one would get hurt.

But this was different... And he couldn't place it.

Starting with his rough hands on her round stomach. Seeing the soft skin in comparison to all his calluses and his scars.

"If it's a boy... I know he'll grow up just like you." She'd smile.

And that scared him.

If he had a son he wanted him to be nothing like him. He wanted him to grow strong but not like he did. He wanted him to be confident and full but not like him. He didn't want his son to want to be like him...

And he knew that was slim chance.

And yet, something made him stay. Maybe it was his curiosity or the idea of creating life. There was something there that tugged him back.

That said, wait a minute, just listen... Just listen.

And for some reason Simon did.

Every month of it, through every up and down he stayed anchored to whatever crazy shit was keeping him there.

He went through more cigarettes than he would have liked during that time. He would stand on the step inhaling and exhaling, praying for something.

Maybe it was for strength, or courage. Or that the baby wouldn't come at all, as fucked up as it sounded coming from his lips than the childish fear that said it so innocently in his head.

And then that day came. Blizzarding out and the hospital on the other side of beeping horns and skidding tires as snow hit the ground.

Simon had never been a particularly religious man. He prayed sometimes, hoping that ... Well it couldn't hurt.

And as he got her in the car, holding her hand and telling her it would be ok. He found himself praying harder than he ever had. Praying this would go ok. That the baby would be ok. That he would be ok.

If there was a god then Simon needed him more now than ever.

Time ticking away inside that room, listening to everything going on around him. Hearing those cries of life as the grueling hours were over and she could breathe.

Simon's eyes focusing on the small child they took and soon brought to her mother's chest.

Simon watched, seeing the small child... Looking like him, calming down as she fed. Simon felt isolated almost.

Like he was looking in through a screen. Like he was in a clear tank where he could see but he would never be allowed to touch.

His hands, spilled blood and scars of the past could never taint or touch the soft skin of this innocent little human.

He didn't know how long it went on like that... Until the nurse was gently tapping his shoulder, asking him if he wanted to do skin to skin.

That was like asking to put water on hot coals. Having this small child against his scars, his wounds, his mess. His ugliness.

But he found himself agreeing. When he was ready he was handed his little girl, laying her head to his chest where she could hopefully hear the remnants of a still beating heart.

And Simon felt peace.

He felt love.

He felt so much love wash through him.

He felt the entire world fade away as the warm skin of his child made with his, soft skin, snuggling closer for dad.

His vision blurring as this new feeling overcame him.

It wasn't love for him. It wasn't love that he had felt. This was love for her. Simon had never experienced that love his family should have given him. And yet... And yet he could feel everything he had to give this child.

Seeing her passed out against him, his heart thundering in his chest, bottom lip quivering as the dam inside him burst.

Something in that moment snapped.

Something irreversible. Something he could never take back nor forget.

He held her close, tender. Stroking her soft cheek and gently kissing the top of her head.

He was blessed. He didn't understand it until he got here. He assumed because he'd never felt it, he couldn't give it. Because he was hurt, he could only hurt.

But here he held this little girl, tears pouring down his cheek, running down his neck and over his bare collarbones.

He had so much to offer her. So much he wanted to give her. And he couldn't turn away from that opportunity to be a father. Her father.

Feeling the stroke of his wife's thumb gently across his cheek to wipe his tears. And Simon knew now, this was the best decision.

No matter what happened, what hurts or bruises or bumps. This was the single best decision, and best blessing he'd ever been given.

He had nothing else... But he has her. And this child was more than enough.

dad!Ghost

[introparadoxoutro]

PART 1

It has almost been a year since the war in Gaza has started and I feel heartbroken for all the innocent children, and their families that have been separated or killed by this troubling conflict. As an outsider looking in, it's been unsettling to see so many innocent humans under constant distress. The unimaginable agony of starvation and the endless rain of bombs the Palestinians have endured, well for a year now, at the hands of Israel, is evil as evil gets. It is worse knowing that the U.S. government has been complicit with Israel in carrying out this genocide campaign. The many smiling faces with the clapping hands at the top (slimy politicians) just do not care at the amount of suffering they've allowed to happen.

Many individuals, myself included, believe that we have witnessed nearly 12 months of genocidal warfare from the Israeli military at the hands of their superiors/commanding officers. The top brass Israeli officials are bringing the entire country down with them. The propaganda and lies the U.S. media spins for Israel are just unbelievable and fascist.

Now, when Oct.The 7th first happened my initial thought was 'well Israel has Mossad.' Hopefully, they should be able to retrieve the hostages through their intelligence sources. Israel did, in fact, save a good portion of their hostages right after October 7th. This is documented. The fact of the matter is though, is that Israel has let the rest of their hostages die in Gaza. One image I can not get out of my head from Oct. 7th is the image of the terrified mother clutching her two small boys. Their fate is still unknown at this time, I believe. Hamas had no right to take that poor mother and her babies, and out of the many hostages taken, this family has all but disappeared.

Hamas's actions that day were evil, and many had hoped that Israel would have caught the actual culprits of Oct 7th (The actual mèn who killed the festival goers and kidnapped/killed citizens). Instead, the Israeli military chose to bomb Gaza into complete rubble, with America's backing. Israel has essentially killed thousands of Palestinian children who had nothing to do with Oct. 7th. Mass genocide of children is what this war has become. It is why people are callng for a ceasefire; we are tired of seeing innocent children being killed so carelessly by bombs. When protesting this war, It is not about religion or politics, it is about the high amount of youths being killed everyday in an unnecessary man-made conflict.

A rogue terrorist group does not represent every Palestinian alive. Not by a longshot. Israel, by all accounts, have gone too far in their revenge campaign against the Palestinian people. To the point where they have murdered thousands of Palestinians families with zero regard to human life.

There are plenty of sources online to see more perspectives of this war, and its devastation of Gaza and now Lebanon. Even though this war is overseas, it has impacted our own economy here in the U.S.. It has also changed the political landscape of the United States, within our own country, and how our involvement in this war has been viewed by international community. 'Democracy Now!' YT channel and 'Al Jeezera YT', are two fantastic news channels that give honest coverage of the current atrocities being placed upon millions of innocent civilians right now; in Gaza and Lebanon.

[buckyalpine]

Dear, I love your writing so so so much!!! Like everytime I see you posted, you automated make me happy ! Thank you so much for doing what you're doing!

I'd also take this to my advantage and ask you for an imagine for my birthday *blush*. It would be something where the reader (fem) is staying in Wakanda when bucky is there to be freed from the words, and at the night he’s finally healed (like the poor gif where he cries) she is with him and holds him and he clings to her and just really fluffy (cause of course they have feelings for each other). Then at the attack of Wakanda they get separated but he finds her, just to see she got badly hurt. Then he stays with her till she’s better and they finally get together. I hope that’s okay 🥺

OH MY GOSH YES THIS BREAKS MY HEART. AND HAPPY BIRTHDAY LOVELY ❤️❤️❤️ This is sooo adroable.

“I-t, it worked”

Bucky stood at the door of the hut, his eyes puffy and red with tears that continued to stream down his face. He’s hardly able to hold himself up, taking two steps before collapsing onto the floor, sobs wracking his body. You rushed to his side, pulling him into your lap, your arms wrapping around him protectively while running your fingers though his hair. You blink back your own tears as he clings onto you, crying into your chest, he’d waited so long for this.

To have control over his own mind. For some sense of freedom. To have a fraction of himself back.

“You’re free” You whisper, as he clings onto you tighter, never wanting to let you go. You had been his lifeline the entire time he spent in Wakanda to be freed from the words that held him hostage. In the few months he’d spent with you, he fell for you more and more each day.

The more he tried to bury his feelings, the stronger they got. It was impossible. Everytime he’d try to pull back, he’d find himself even closer to you. Long walks. Nights under the stars. Holding hands. Long hugs. It was never enough.

He loved you.  

*****

Bucky’s heart was thrashing out of his chest, he couldn’t see you anywhere. His body was moving on its own, all of his super soldier training helping him slash through bodies, but his mind was occupied with you. He ran through the motions while searching for you, his eyes catching a flash of your tac suit in the distance.

He sprints as fast as he can, only to find you slumped over on the floor, blood streaming from your forehead, gashes covering your body. He’s inconsolable seeing you like this, but he can’t lose focus now.

“Y/n? Wake up angel” He’s pleading with you while putting pressure to your wounds, cradling your body close to his. You don’t respond, your breathing reduced to shallow breaths. Bucky can’t take it, he just wants to see you open your eyes and hear your voice.

“Y/n? y/n, please, please baby wake up, don’t go”

He’s carrying you as fast as he can, trying to find Shuri. When he finally gets you to the lab, all he can do is wait while you’re rushed to the medical wing. Its been day’s and you still haven’t woken up but he’s by your side each day and night, talking to you in hopes that you can hear him.

“I miss you baby, please wake up y/n, I-I have so much I need to tell you”

“Want to cuddle you, I can’t sleep when you’re here” His hand are softly tracing over your features, his tears dropping onto your skin. He wants to so badly crawl into bed and hold you but he’ll be patient and wait as long as he has to.

It’s been a few more days and his heart is breaking further but he won’t leave.

“I’ll always be here angel” He hesitates before saying the next part, he wanted you to hear it, to see him say it but he can’t help himself. You need to know. He leans his head on the hospital bed as he always does when hes exhausted, holding your hand in his while his head is close to your lap.

“I love you”

“I love you too”

Bucky eyes shoot open as he looked up to see you awake, your tired eyes gazing down at him. You give him a weak smile, your hand going to rest on top of his, giving him a reassuring squeezing.

“I love you Bucky”

“Angel?” He can’t believe you’re actually awake, tears immediately streaming down his face. He carefully cups your face, your hands wrapping around him to pull him closer. You heard every single thing he’d said to you even though you were unconscious. “My angel” He’s kissing you all over your face as softly as he can, his forehead resting on yours.

You hesitate before pressing your lips against his; your heart racing when he deepens the kiss, his tongue moving with yours. You shift over so he can crawl into bed with you, holding you close to his side while he continues to kiss you, his hand slipping under your robe to stroke your waist.

“I love you baby, I-

“Let her rest white wolf”

Shuri snorted, watching Bucky cling onto you, refusing to let you go. You giggled into his chest, snuggling into his warmth. Bucky continued to rub his hands up and down your back, softly kissing your forehead. His hand lifted your chin, pressing a sweet kiss to your lips.

“I-I love you a lot and I you just make me complete, I understand if you feel differently but-

“I’m yours bubba, I love you”

Bucky felt his heart piece back together, all the pain he’d harboured in his chest slowly melting away, he knew there was still so much he’d have to work through but he’d get through it with you by his side.

“You really do?”

“Always”

[algolstare]

hello and welcome to: begging for help for me and my cat, the threest 🎊

now with CAT TREATS!! the first and second posts in the line have died, and we are still a long ways away from getting safe housing for us & our cat!

our name is Teddy & we've been trapped in an abusive household for the entire 21 (soon to be 22) years of our life! I need help getting me & our cat safely out of here as soon as possible, cuz things have continued to get worse & in the past few months we've made so much progress but that progress has come with escalating harm done to us (and Baby) by our family.

the gfm has more details, & I'm going to update it when I can.

I've been eating a whole lot of not so good (read: spoiled and/or unsanitary) food cuz that's basically all my family will allow me to eat on a regular basis, have been running on empty, & have been paying the price for not being able to keep up with what family demands of me. I got permission to go out and get a regular job, but after that was given our family has spent a lot of time flip-flopping between trying to intimidate us out of leaving the house & trying to manipulate us with promises of change, so things have been going slower than snails.

If you have the means, please donate to help us get to safety!!

but besides donating to the gfm, there's other ways you can help us out! we do artwork, which you can commission us for (ooooo)

and there is of course reblogging this post, retweetening its poor tweet companion on the currently-burning-down tweeter, sharing this gfm anywhere else you like if you have other places you feel so inclined to link to it from.... and!!!! most importantly!!!

now YOU can give our cat even more than she already has

I've set up a wishlist of not-essentials, stuff that's to add on to what Baby already has to make the hell house we live in as comfortable as it can possibly be (when you live with a bunch of awful people who want to hurt you), to enable anyone who would wish to do so to have the joy of giving Baby things she will love.

a couple of things on here are things I'm planning to buy later on but put on there in case anyone wants to help me get them early to get her used to them before moving time finally comes (like a new carrier since my family holds anything I'd need to take her out hostage)

I will post updates with Baby's responses to her new gifts from generous internet peoples should she get any. i still can't share pictures of stuff that could get us in more danger if this ever by some horrible turn happened across our abusers, but my promise of Baby pictures when we're out and safe still stands.

PS: I heard you people like useless checkmarks. I've got one that's even more useless for you:

it's heart shaped because you're a Verified Reason To Believe In Humanity for any amount of help you give to get me & my Baby to a safe place. i am still so amazed that this has gotten as far as it has, even as far as we still are from finally having a good place to live in, i never thought i'd ever come this close to having safety, days and nights with no fear, access to good food and everything i've been denied for this long, all of this wouldn't be in the realm of possibility were it not for the kindness and generosity and warmth that you all have shown us so far. im feeling truly hopeful in ways i never thought i could feel. words cannot express the gratitude i have for you all!! 🧸

[wangxianficrecs]

❤️Tragedy is Not the End by Hobbsy3

❤️Tragedy is Not the End

by Hobbsy3

T, 358k, wangxian

Summary: When Sizhui, Jingyi, and Zizhen are captured with Jin Ling at the Guanyin Temple, they're sure that Hanguang Jun and Wei Wuxian will fix everything - until Su She stabs Lan Wangji through the stomach, and everything falls apart around them. In a last, frantic attempt to undo the damage Jin Guangyao has done, Wei Wuxian activates a deadly array to send the four juniors back in time, sending them to the morning of Jin Ling's one-month celebration. With the fate of everyone and everything they love in their hands, Sizhui, Jin Ling, Zizhen and Jingyi race to prevent the ambush at Qiongqi Pass and the subsequent fallout, but Jin Guangyao has returned from the future as well, and he has no intention of letting what he wants fall through his hands a second time.

My comments: Okay, wow, this was so epic, it's hard to break down. The gist of it is that the four juniors get sent back in time from a moment of utter tragedy and overwhelming loss to fix the future. So they're all pretty fucking traumatized from the get-go. (Future Jin Guangyao is a complete and terrifying psychopath.)

If I had to pick 3 tags to describe the story it'd be WHUMP, H/C and BONDING. So, author doesn't hold back on the violence, which I fully endorse and devour. (I might have rated this one an M, actually, just for graphic violence and stressful situations.) Everyone gets a turn to be utterly beat up if not straight up tortured. POV is multiple, and that includes everyone (I never expected to admire and empathize with Jin Zixuan so much!). BUT, before you run away screaming, know that there is soooo much comfort and healing and bonding going on, throughout whatever the current trauma is (there are many) as well as after. I did a quick search, and there are 102 uses of "I love you", and it's not limited to wangxian. wwx says it to jiang cheng and a-yuan and all the poor time-travelling teens who have just lost everything and everyone in their entire worlds and suddenly are only a few years younger than their 'fathers'. The juniors say it to each other and their dads. jyl says it to everyone. the lan bros say it, the nie brothers say it. Everybody is just so fucking supportive and trying so hard and they just have faced what a world could be like if they DON'T communicate, and so by god, they're not gonna go that route, and also, no one's gonna let them forget it.

I really, really loved how all the time travelers latched onto their 'parents' and the relationships that they grew: with them, with their families and with their itty bitty counterparts. It highlighted the Juniors' innocence (and trauma) to be compared to people only a few years older and yet so much more mature and experienced because of having been through the war.

So. An epic, plotty, TASTY time travel fix it that features everyone and the way they all fit into each other's lives, getting into situations that are truly terrifying that have NO EXIT, being hurt and watching it happen to people you love, and lots of escapes-by-the-skin-of-their-teeth-and-please-god-are-they-still-breathing. It's an excellent and satisfying balance.

time travel, fix it, angst, whump, captivity, hostage situations, threat of torture, hurt everybody, temporary character death, hurt/comfort, emotional hurt/comfort, tearjerker, feels, you will cry, self-sacrifice, POV multiple, adorable juniors, traumatized juniors, adorable a-yuan, qiongqi path ambush canon divergence, family feels, future reveal, jin zixuan lives, jiang yanli lives, wen remnants live, golden core reveal, found family, jiang sibling feels, pining, idiots in love, love confessions, first kiss, cuddling & snuggling, platonic cuddling, qi deviation, golden core surgery, baby golden core, wei wuxian is a good dad, lan wangji is a good dad, communication, nightmares, PTSD, panic attacks, wedding, adoption, cynophobia, wei wuxian’s fear of dogs, puppy therapy, healing, recovery, fix it, epic, parent-child relationship, father-son relationship, happy ending, favorite

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