#was just thinking about how crazy that is that people have been doing that for millennia....

[starry-bi-sky]

im being hit with The Visions again

the Vision this time is a "homeless danny in gotham" au except its pre-robin Batman again because im on a batdad kick. --------------------

Danny finds a car.

Which-- isn't, like, anything super interesting or impressive. It's Gotham, it's a big city. There's cars on every corner, can't throw a stick without hitting one somewhere. And then setting off the alarm.

But-! It's a car, and it's past midnight-- or he thinks it might be past midnight, it's late enough to be. He doesn't have a watch and he left his phone at Vlad's; asshole put a tracker on it after the last time Danny ran off.

It's been over a month since, it's a new record -- last time it took just over two weeks for Vlad to find him and drag him back to the mansion. This time, Danny ran further. Left the state and everything. See how long it takes Vlad to find him now, hah.

People go missing all the time in Gotham.

Anyways-- there's a car, and it's midnight, and it's parked in an alleyway. Danny would've called it invisible with the way he pretty much trips over it, phasing through the wall of the building beside it and not watching where he's going, but it's not. So he doesn't.

Danny runs into the hood and nearly faceplants right into the darn thing with an 'oomph', hands catching himself on the metal as a flash of irritation flashes hot through his gut. It doesn't hurt or anything, but getting the wind knocked out of you sucks always, and he's tired and hungry, and as a result not in the best state of mind.

He's just about to sink his foot into the side of the wheel -- it wouldn't do anything, he's not that big of an asshole, but it's the principle -- when he stops.

Danny pauses.

He takes a step back, holding his hands out 'n' everything, and examines the car. He squints, trying to get his eyes to adjust to the darkness, considering the closest streetlight is twenty feet that way and positioned in a way that none of the light is hitting it.

Danny would not call himself a car guy. He doesn't think he counts, considering his size and lack of everything. But, but, he knows his way around a few cars, and he had an old obsession with older models when he was little that kinda petered out of existence after his accident. Had a bunch of little car models sitting on one of his shelves back in Amity, and Dad offered to get his hands on an old car for the two of them to fix up together so it'd be ready for Danny when he got his license.

...Anyways.

Point is: Danny can appreciate an old car, and this car has an older -- albeit obviously modified, if the matte paneling and plated wheels meant anything -- look to it. That kind of flat top went out of style years ago, and it's got this kinda rectangular look Danny doesn't see often these days on modern cars.

Other than the electrical cars, but he doesn't think those count. That's boxy, not rectangular.

Danny frowns, tilts his hands down, and leans back further as if that will let him get a better look at this thing. "...What model is this?" He mutters, it's hard to tell in this lighting.

Wait, he should see if there's anyone in the car. It's not running or anything, and nobody's come out to yell at him -- or shoot him -- but, still. People are crazy in Gotham, crazier than they've ever been in Amity. The last thing he needs to do is piss off some guy from the mob.

Danny peers into the window and-- there's no window, okay. Well, no window, and no driver. Some idiot left their car unprotected and without windows, in Gotham?

He pulls on the door handle just to be annoying -- it doesn't budge. Okay, maybe not that stupid. Especially since Danny didn't even see it until he was quite literally running into it.

So. Not that stupid.

Danny looks around warily, pulling his hoodie around him tighter, and then starts circling the car slowly. Like a vulture. No license plate; shocker. Hear how shocked he is? Clutching his pearls right now.

"Reinforced bumper. Cool." he says, er- whispers, really, quiet enough that it doesn't even echo. Danny squats in front of the car and runs his hands over the -- what, should he even call this a bumper? It's bigger than his head, and it's covering the grille. He picks at these... things on the side that remind him of leather straps. Probably to keep this bumper up? Like a ratchet strap?

Danny leans back until his butt hits the ground and he can sit back properly, propping himself up on his hands -- maybe not a good idea. There's probably broken glass somewhere here and he doesn't wanna pick shards out of his palms, again. It's like popping the world's most annoying zit depending on if it gets under the skin.

(He could always just phase them out, but the picking gives him something to do. It doesn't hurt that much.)

Eh. It'll be fine.

With one knee propped up, Danny looks the front up and down, and furrows his brows. The style kinda reminds him of a dodger, especially with the placement and style of the headlights. He plants his hands on the concrete -- hissing when he feels something cut into his palms, ow, there's that glass he was talking about -- and leans down to look under the car.

Hm, nothing jutting out that much. Looks pretty normal. Good space between the bottom and the ground.

He gets up and circles the side again, brushing whatever pebbles or glass that could've stuck into his skin off. He's really curious about where the owner got matte plating for it, or if it's just a wrap. The silhouette's definitely sixties or seventies; too angular for the eighties and fifties.

...There's no one here, Danny looks around again just to make sure, cranes his ears to catch anything. Nope, just the typical quiet rumbling of Gotham's underbelly. It kinda reminds him of Amity, or-- no. No, it reminds him of the quiet groan of the Zone.

That's far more comforting, he thinks. Danny's never really liked Amity all that much.

Back to the car: there's no one around, so Danny folds his arms against the side of the door and sticks his head inside the window. No keys in the ignition, should've figured.

Not like Danny was planning on stealing the car anyways -- anyone capable of modifying a car into this kinda beast -- or paying someone to modify -- was not someone he wanted to piss off. Danny's an orphan, not stupid.

Ignore the fact that he's got his head stuck through the window. The interior isn't anything interesting, but the seats are made of leather, which is nice. Must be a pain in the summer or winter, but leather is cool, and gets stains out better than cloth.

No stick shift though, he's a little disappointed.

Danny presses his mouth into a line and then slants it, humming in the back of his throat. Honestly, he's kinda tempted to crawl in and go to sleep. The leather seats look really inviting, and he's been sleeping on the ground or on park benches for weeks, and the car is really well hidden. No need to worry about being kidnapped.

But, it still belongs to someone. And they're probably using it for something shady. They'll come back for it eventually, so he should get this gawking over with anyways.

And, and-- and. He wants to get a look at that fucking engine. 'Cause holy shit!

Danny pulls his head out of the window and half-dances over to the back, his hand curling around one of the bars as a grin spreads across his face. Now, Danny hates Christmas, but this, this is like it came early and good for once.

"You could smuggle moonshine with this thing," Danny says to himself, grinning ear to ear and running his hands over the edge of the metal. The car is too conspicuous for backroads driving, but the engine, wow. What a thing of beauty.

One of Auntie's friends would probably know what engine it is -- or what type of engine it's based off of, it could very well be a bunch of different engines frankenstein'd together. Danny doesn't recognize it.

Which means it could be illegal. Again, what a shocker. In Gotham? He's clutching his pearls.

Fully satisfied with himself, Danny dances around to the front again and holds his hands out. He makes an 'L' with both hands and shuts one eye, getting the car within the frame of his fingers like he's about to take a picture.

"I rate you," Danny makes a camera shutter sound and mimics taking a photo, "one cool fuckin' car."

"Thank you."

Danny doesn't scream. He does not. He's taught himself better since ghosts started popping up in Amity, and honestly he deserves some credit for that considering they only started popping up over half a year ago.

He does, however, gasp. And he gasps hard, the type that has a high chance of giving you the hiccups afterwards; the painful, chest-thumping kind. Danny slams both hands over his mouth and stumbles backwards, eyes wide and his heart kicking into the fifth gear in his ears.

Bleeding out from the shadows is a man entirely drenched in black, Danny can hardly make out his silhouette and barely catches the white glints of his eyes. Fear like a prey animal burns in his lungs, wild and rabid, Danny has half a mind to bolt.

His ghost sense didn't go off, which might just be the most terrifying thing.

The man doesn't move any more than a step, just enough that Danny can barely see him, but he can feel him watching him. Shit. Shit. He should've never stuck around.

His hands are still over his mouth, Danny, shaking, flutters them open, "How-- h-- how--" he wheezes, "how long have you been standing there?"

[clairewritesfanfics]

Hi main system 👋. I wanted to ask if you could to invincible variants reaction to reader having a crazy stalker that's just started following her to their home (the stalker just first been writing scary letters to her ) . Stalker ain't even gonna make it an hour but I'd like to see what they're do to the stalker .

Trigger Warnings: violence, gore

It started with notes. Red ink on white sheets, likely torn notebook pages, folded in half and left on the table you considered your spot at the coffee shop. It was just a mild crush. Probably a fellow cafe patron who thought you were cute.

They were relatively harmless, even a tad bit flattering, if you were being honest. 

“You look pretty today.”

“Your blouse brings out your eyes.”

“We ordered the same thing today :)”

Then they got longer. Weirder. Your secret admirer upgraded from scratch paper to scented letters.

“You smell nice. Did you change your perfume? Maybe your shampoo? You seem like a put together girl, I’m sure you use the good, fancy stuff. It would be nice if you told me what products you used. Then it would be like we’re together, always.”

“I noticed you came here with some girl friends. They are lovely, but no one can compare to your beauty. You will always be the most gorgeous thing in my eyes. Your face, your hair, your curves. I love every part of you. I promise never to look at anyone else but you.”

Then they outright terrified you.

“Dear angel of the coffee shop,

Who was that man that came with you last Sunday? 

You two sat so close to each other I felt jealous just watching.

Is that your type of man? 

I didn’t think you would be so shallow. Is it because he’s six feet? Is your gender really that obsessed with height? 

Maybe it’s because he’s built like an athlete? You know he will leave you when someone prettier and younger comes along.

I will never treat you like that. I will love you even if someone better wants me.

I also noticed that you haven’t been coming to the cafe as frequently as before. You used to come here every Monday through Wednesday and sometimes during Saturday. I know it can’t be because you’re avoiding me. That’s impossible, because I already told you how much you mean to me. You would be one giant BITCH if you were avoiding me.

I stayed away because I was too shy, but maybe it’s time for us to officially meet.

If you refuse to come to me then I will have to come to you.”

He would resist the instinct to dispatch the man immediately, because he could see you shaking from the corner of his eyes. So he knocks the stalker unconscious first and has his people imprison him, with strict orders to keep him alive and isolated. His priority is you. He apologizes over and over and holds you in his arms until you fall asleep from crying. Mark is struck by guilt all at once. He should’ve taken those “love letters” seriously. But he was too arrogant, believed that when your admirer saw you with him just once then he would back off. 

After tucking you in and kissing your forehead he finally confronts the one responsible for all your tears. The man is too weak and too pathetic to serve as breeding stock for the Empire, and death would be too merciful. So Mark chooses the only logical option. He gauges the eyes that dare gaze upon you, tears off the hands that tried to touch you, shatters the legs that ran after you. Mark breaks the stalker methodically, until he begs to be killed.

flaxan, target, VILTRUMITE

Mark is furious. Not at you, never at you. But at this insect that threatened your safety. He hated how upset you were about the letters. He saw enough of human society to know that the madness was not going to stop at letters. He told you as such, so he had you go to the police, and that was why he accompanied you every time you left the house. But you were too selfless for your own good; you didn’t want to wake him up from his nap so you decided to go buy ice cream alone. He woke up groggy, but heard your screaming from the front door. He moved instantly and now, he held your stalker by the throat.

Voice taut but not raised, he tells you to get inside. You’re too afraid to protest so you run back into the house. 

When he hears the front door close with a click, he shoots up into the sky, the attacker still in his grasp. This Mark isn’t especially bloodthirsty. He sees torture as a tool for interrogation, but unnecessary otherwise. Face devoid of emotion, he clenches his fist and the man in his hand goes limp instantly. He then throws the corpse in the nearest volcano before flying back to you.

He finds you sobbing in the bed and the ice melts off his body. He joins you under the covers and promises that no one will bother you again.

FULL MASK, maskless, OMNI-MARK, prisoner 

His usual swagger is gone. There is no trace of a smile to be found on his face when he stands between your trembling form and the bastard that broke into your house. Mark glares at him. Then you tug his shirt and he takes a deep breath and forces himself to smile as he talks to you, “Go lock yourself in our room, I’ll handle this.”

But you shake your head against his back. Your muffled voice tells him you don’t want to be alone.

He sighs, but he’s not annoyed. He reaches behind him and gives your thigh a squeeze. “Okay. When I give the signal, cover your ears and don’t look.”

He turns his attention back at your stalker, who is glaring back at him, spouting crap about you belonging to him and that Mark is a fuckboy who doesn’t deserve you. That hits a nerve in your husband and he lifts his knee.

“Now, angel.”

With a single strike, the man’s brain and blood splatter on the walls and the floor.

When Mark realizes what he has done he swears under his breath and gently turns around so he could lift you up and carry you to the living room. “I should’ve done it more cleanly,” he says, wiping your tears away, “I’m sorry, I promise I’ll clean it up.”

You let out a laugh and bury your nose in his chest. Protective arms cover your shoulders as Mark kisses the top of your head. He holds you like he’s afraid that you would disappear. He hates to say it but that asshole was right, you deserve everything. He should’ve been better. Should’ve done more.

head cap, mohawk, SHIESTY

Unlike the aforementioned variants, he didn’t wait for the harassment to escalate. When he identified the man who had been sending you those sickening notes, Mark wasted no time in grabbing him when no one was looking. Brought the sicko to an abandoned cabin deep, deep, deep in the woods somewhere on the other side of the world. Mark doesn’t like being away from you for too long, so he tries to work fast. 

Mark tries to act cool when he plays with his newest victim. But the fucker keeps calling you pet names and slurs, even sharing his deepest fantasies about you. So Mark rips out his tongue, then his arms and legs, and watches him bleed, all while sharing precious memories you two made together. 

sinister, no goggles

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Note: I know we’re in May, but I felt like it being Christmas works well in this little story and I’ve had this idea for a few days so I’m excited. I listened to Love Wins All by IU when I wrote this and would I be crazy if I got a littleeee emotional?

Creds to @/anitalenia for the dividers!

Warning: Nothing, honestly. I’m using Caleb becoming a Colonel as the reason you divorced. This is just angsty Caleb declaring his love to his ex-wife.

Word Count: 2,362

Summary: Letting your ex-husband come over for Christmas was bound to stir the pot.

Ex-Husband!Caleb/Reader

You loved your children with everything in your being. They were the most precious things to you in the world and you’d do anything to make them happy. It’s why when they begged you for days to let their father be here when they open their Christmas gifts tomorrow morning, you couldn’t tell them no.

Many people would look at you crazy for letting your ex-husband come into your home and play house, especially with the divorce being so fresh. It’s only been a year since everything was finalized and to this day, your heart still aches when you think about how everything transpired between you two.

When Caleb became a colonel, you thought it was the beginning of something monumental. And in hindsight, it was. It just led to the end of what you both thought would be forever. You found yourself home alone with your first born baby boy all the time, never getting to see your husband in the daylight because he was coming home so late. He missed so many of your son’s milestones and no amount of apologies and kisses made up for the fact that you felt like you were doing it all on your own.

You knew that the job was challenging and demanding, but it was changing him in a way you couldn’t understand. Caleb didn’t agree, telling you at the time that he had to be this dedicated, that he didn’t get to where he is by not giving it his all. He used the fact that he needed to take care of his family as a crutch as to why he was letting the job consume him, but you knew better. His position is something he’s always longed for and you’ve known that in all the years you’ve been together.

But even if you did know better, you still stayed because you swore it would get better.

It’s why you ended up pregnant again with your precious girl not long after your son turned two. But when you saw that the cycle only repeated itself, that it seemed like you lost your husband entirely, you knew what you had to do, even if it broke you.

There was too much fighting, too much back and forth, and it became all consuming in the way that you felt like you were losing him and yourself. It’s why you offered a proposition that nearly drove Caleb mad. But when he saw how unhappy you were, how drained you became, even in the end if it meant breaking his own heart and destroying himself, he’d always put you and the wellbeing of your children above himself. He wasn’t stupid, Caleb knew how he failed you as your husband and he’d always regret it because he wished that it didn’t happen and that he tried harder before it became too late.

You two went your separate ways and it took both you and the kids time to adjust, but you were making it. If it weren’t for them, you don’t know how’d you be. It was so hard telling them that their dad wouldn’t be around at all, that they’d be going to him without you from now on and vice versa.

Caleb was still taking care of you, even if you weren’t together. You told him over and over that it wasn’t necessary, that you’d find a job and handle your end. But he wouldn’t have it.

“You only need to be the mother and woman I fell in love with. There isn’t a thing that you could say or do that would make me stop being there for you and our children.”

In that moment, you felt like your resolve almost broke. But you stood your ground and reluctantly accepted his care, seeing as you really had no choice. He made sure you kept the house, paid for the bills, gave you extra money for yourself and the kids, always stocked up on food. He was treating it like you were still a unit, and you never knew how to feel about that.

Despite it all, you could never deny that Caleb has always been a phenomenal father. It was only being a husband that it seemed to not grasp the entirety of. He gave your babies the world and you couldn’t ask for a better man to have as the father of your children.

It’s Christmas Eve evening as your kids sit in front of the TV, watching classic holiday films you grew up, with when you hear the doorbell ring. You dry your hands, stepping away from the now empty sink and walk to the front door. As you open it, there stands Caleb with a slightly red nose from the frigid temperature. Some snow sticks to his jacket and hair, making him look like a scene out of a movie. He gently smiles at you and you reciprocate, and you step over as the kids come running at him full speed.

“Daddy!” they exclaim with joy as they wrap themselves around his legs.

He chuckles before he kneels down to take them into a tight hug. “My two favorite people in the world,” he hums as they giggle in his hold. “You excited for tomorrow?”

“Yeah!” your son says enthusiastically before he frowns. “Santa hasn’t come yet.”

“I want see Santa!” your daughter folds her arms dramatically. Caleb kisses her cheeks and she giggles. She’s always been a daddy’s girl.

Caleb looks behind them to see that under the tree is empty. He already knows the tradition. You guys always put the presents under when they fall asleep, and it’s no different now. He looks up at you while you watch the exchange, winking with a sly smirk. You shake your head, unable to stop the smile that decorates your face.

“You guys eat?” he asks as he stands to usher them inside the warm home.

Your kids talk his ear off as they tell them about their dinner, the breakfast you plan on cooking, what they asked Santa for, all while you sneak out the back to take the presents he bought and put them in the side closet so they can be added to the collection you have.

It’s not long until Caleb tires them out from all the playing and conversation, tucking them into bed with gentle kisses to their foreheads. After he leaves their bedroom, he walks in the living room to find you already stacking presents.

“Let me help,” he voices. After grabbing some gifts from the closet, he kneels beside you to start laying everything out, just how you like.

“How’ve you been?” he asks. You swallow, clearing your throat. You haven’t really uttered a word to him since he got here and now that you’re alone, for the first time since the divorce, it all feels so surreal.

“I’m okay,” you answer gently. “How are you?” He breathes out a laugh, shaking his head.

“What?”

“Just,” he sighs. “Talking to you like it’s the first time we’ve ever spoken in our life feels…wrong? I don’t know.”

Your jaw tenses. “I get it.” You think of how to shift the conversation, not quite ready to delve into this. “Thank you for coming, by the way. The kids really—”

“I miss you,” he interrupts, and this time you freeze.

“I miss you and the kids. I miss being home. I miss us.”

“Caleb, don’t do this.”

“Don’t do what? Tell you that I never wanted this? That we’re supposed to be together? That not having you makes everything feel fucking impossible?”

“You should’ve throught about that before you put being colonel above being a husband.”

That stings him, slaps him in the face. Feels like it shot him in the stomach. He gulps, staring at you even if you won’t look at him.

He looks down at his hands, watching them turn to fists because of the anger he holds toward himself. “I messed up.”

“You did.”

“Let me fix it,” he begs. “It’s not too late for us, I know it isn’t. I know you still want me, still love me.”

“You’re being so unfair,” you shake your head, feeling the tears burn your eyes. “This isn’t what you came for.”

“I came for my family, and that has and will always, include you.”

You don’t answer and that frustrates him. The way you keep sliding festively wrapped boxes under the tree like he isn’t telling you that he wants a second chance, is enough to make his heart thump even faster in his chest.

“Look at me,” he commands shakily.

“You don’t get to see how much you hurt me, how lonely you made me, watch our marriage fall apart, then try to come in here for redemption after all this time, Caleb!” When you notice how raised your voice has become, you press your lips together to collect yourself. The last thing you want to do is wake up your kids. “Even though we signed the papers a year ago, there hasn’t been nothing family about us for even longer.”

“I was selfish, I know that. I needed to do better, I want to, I always have. Baby, I will. Every time I walk into my empty apartment without you to kiss, to love, to hold… Without my kids…I feel the weight of my stupidity suffocate me with every step I take.”

“I can’t do this,” you sniffle, getting ready to stand, but Caleb grabs your hand before you can. His silver necklace glimmers against the warm lamp light beside him and your eyes trail up his neck, past his perfect nose and into his.

Your lip quivers as he pulls you up. He grabs your face in his hands, pressing his forehead to yours as a tear falls down your cheek. You brace your hands on his wrists as he holds you, unable to open your eyes.

“I never stopped loving you. I never will,” he whispers, his breath fanning across your skin. “I was lost, and instead of leaning on you, I abandoned you. But know that there is no lifetime, no timeline in any universe, that could keep me from you. Every part of me will always belong to you.” His voice cracks at his admission.

“Caleb…” you say his name as if it was a stress reliever. Like voicing it could make all the ache in your chest dissipate.

“Don’t you remember? How good we used to feel? How good I made you feel? I know your body and soul better than anyone—not even you could take that privilege from me, baby. I was too late before. Let me do better now.”

With shaky breath, unbridled emotions, and conflicting thoughts, you tilt your head up. He looks down at you with pain that mirrors your own, desire that matches your being. And he doesn’t ask for permission, doesn’t wait because even while he’s chipping away at your walls, he knows you’ll try and swiftly put them back up—and he kisses you.

His tongue mingles with yours as you hesitate to feel him.

“Touch me,” he begs. “Please, touch me.“

When you succumb to his request and your hands grip his hair for the first time in what feels like forever, he melts into your hold. He devours your mouth like you’ll slip away from him at any moment and based on the reality, it’s a strong possibility. So he relishes in your taste, memorizes you all over again because divorce and pain changes a whole person’s being. He knows this because it did it to him.

He’s not the same man he was. In fact, he believes he’s a better one. He just needs you to give him the chance to show you. It’s unfortunate that it took losing you to correct himself.

“Let me come home,” he bites your lip, groaning at how you whimper. “Let me come home to you and our babies.”

You just keep kissing him because you don’t know if you’re ready to give him what he wants, even if you want it to. It’s because he knows you so well that he doesn’t need you to say it. He just needs you both to stay right here for as long as you’ll allow it.

When you finally pull apart, he’s caressing your cheekbone with his thumb.

“Why now..?” you ask.

“I finally got the courage to face my mistakes. I wanted to fight the divorce the moment you asked for it, and with the little fight that I did give, I only hurt you more. I knew there was no winning side of it all for either of us. Being together hurt and being apart proved to do the same. But we’re here now,” he presses a kiss to your forehead. “Let me be what I should’ve been, right now. Even if I don’t deserve it.”

Your eyes soften, one of your hands gently tugging at the hair at the nape of his neck.

“I’m scared, Caleb. I don’t… I can’t be hurt again.”

“You won’t be,” he promises. “I’d rather die than put you through anything like this again. You and the kids.”

“Will you give me time? To think?”

It’s not what he wanted to hear, but it’s not a no. So for now, it’ll have to do.

“Take all the time you need. I’m not going anywhere. Not if my family isn’t with me.”

It takes all your strength to separate yourself from him. He promises to finish putting the gifts beneath the tree because distance is needed right now. So when you retreat to your bedroom and shut the door behind you, your press your back against it and put your palm to your mouth.

You suppress the sounds of your weeping, feeling the emotions rack and shake your body. You’ve missed him so much, you knew the man you loved was never gone. And now that he’s seems to be back, you have to decide for you and your children if starting over is something you’re prepared for. If it’s something you should even consider doing.

If Caleb really wants this, if he’s truly ready, then you’re sure that the love you’ve always had for each other, will win above all.

[klaus-littlestwolf]

Hear me out.. yandare!human!Serial killer Klaus who’s obsessed with Y/n and has been for years, always coming to her little flower shop, and killing any rude customers, a potential lover, etc. anyone who gets in the way of having her until finally, reader finds out and is just as crazy as Klaus so they fuck in her little flower shop after a messy confrontation. Obviously daddy kink, breeding kink, the usual ! If you’re into knife/blood play I’d love to see some of that (a fic and a mood board would be KILLERRRRR)

Bloody Flowers -Yan!Klaus M.

DD:DNE

Warning: Serial Killer!KlausxVoyeur!Y/n, Murder-Talk of Murder, Murder of Teenagers, Talk of Past Murder-Serial Killer at a Young Age, Torture, Kidnapping, Abuse, Misuse of a Dead Body, Twisted/Toxic Relationship, Daddy Kink, Breeding Kink, Breast Feeding Kink

-This couple gets off on the idea of murder, they enjoy their victims watching them fuck-

This is a Very Dark Fic!

Klaus had been in love with her for as long as he could remember.

They had gone to school together their whole lives, though they were never friends. Klaus had always been too shy to talk to her and their friend groups never overlapped-mostly because Y/n had been friends with the weird kids and Klaus had no friends at all. Klaus was the weird kid that the weird kids were weirded out by-he never fit in anywhere, though he never minded that he had no friends. The only time it bothered him was when he wanted Y/n’s attention, unable to force himself to speak to her no matter how many times he tried.

He had always loved her, since the day his family moved to Mystic Falls and he saw her for the first time in his second grade class. Y/n was his first and only crush in his entire life, she was also the only kid who ever treated him kindly, never leaving him out like the other kids did when they all gave each other Valentines or brought in treats for their birthdays. Other kids always left Klaus out but his girl never forgot about him, always delivering him a Valentine card with some type of candy or bringing him a cupcake that she’d brought for her birthday while everyone else was eating and he was across the room reading. Every once in a while she would even ask him about whatever book he was reading-giving him her undivided attention as he explained whatever he was reading whether it was a book on the human body as he was learning where all the different organs are in the body and what they do-or about some serial killer (which ever one he was obsessed with that week). She never treated him badly like everyone else did-even his own family.

They were separated upon going to middle school though she would still smile at him in the hallways and wave and continued doing so all through high school as well. Klaus-as he aged-became much better at speaking to people, becoming what the old ladies at the nursing home his mother worked at all his life described as a “charming young man”-and charming he was. He became the kind of guy who could talk a woman into being completely comfortable in his presence despite the fact that they had never met him a day in their lives-it served him well and he never lacked victims when he hunted.

Klaus had known what he was by the time that he was 13 years old-making his first kill when he was 15. Katherine Pierce had bullied him since the second grade, having started his first day of school and he had fantasized about killing her since that first night as he laid in his bed-thinking of all the different ways he could cause her pain-all the different ways he could make her suffer. He had enjoyed beating her pretty face in-a hammer having been his tool of choice that first time and to this day that kill was the most thrilling feeling he had ever experienced. She was still missing and had been since they were in Sophomore year of high school-only Klaus knowing where her body was really buried along with all of his other victims-all 58 of them.

Klaus never left Mystic Falls-though he had always wanted to. He could never leave Y/n, he still visited her once a week, seeing her when he came to her flower shop in town when he came to buy flowers for his families graves. His parents and siblings had all been killed in a house fire while he was out one night-he had set it himself of course, having made it look as if Mikael had been the one to do it, murdering his entire family. Klaus had been on a date to the movies (with a girl he killed 3 years later once no one would even think he could have had anything to do with it) he had told the cops that he had snuck out to meet the girl making it seem as if Mikael believed his whole family would perish in the blaze. They ruled it a murder-suicide and dubbed Mikael a “Family Annihilator”.

Y/n always made sure that she had the bouquet for him exactly as he wanted it, 2 black Dahlias for his parents and and 6 black roses for each of his siblings. He left each of his family members a flower every single week, Y/n never forgetting his order and always making sure she had those specific flowers for him every Sunday as they weren’t exactly popular flowers being bought every day in a place like Mystic Falls.

Her flower shop was one of the most popular places in town, people from every neighboring town always coming to her store to get their bouquets or their arrangements for their weddings or funerals or men that need a bouquet for their wife after spending too long with their girlfriend. Klaus had deduced that his girl knew about almost every single affair in this town and the surrounding ones and they kept her in business. She had the most exquisite arrangements, never seeming to lack for any kind of flowers anyone ever needed. Klaus may have helped her out in the beginning, setting yet another fire at the popular flower shop two towns over and making it look like it was done for the insurance money so the business never opened again, but every other shop Y/n put out of business herself. She was passionate about her job and she brought a smile to every face that walked into her shop-no matter the situation. She was such a bright, sweet soul, a light to everyone that came in contact with her and that was why it was so shocking to Klaus to see her crying as he arrived that Sunday afternoon.

As he walked in the door of The Shadow Garden-a name he loved knowing Y/n carried all kinds of plants including toxic ones and things like cobra lilies and Venus flytraps that trap and digest bugs-he turned his head to greet the only woman he had ever loved. For the first time in his life however, she didn’t have a smile on her face as she saw him (though she quickly tried to wipe the tears with her hands, smiling sadly as if it covered up the entire incident). Klaus was instantly worried, he had never once seen his girl without a smile on her face, even when they were small children in school he had never seen her anything but happy. He opened his mouth to question what had happened that was so bad that she was shedding tears-however he was cut off by a loud, deep voice just before he could even say her name.

‘I don’t understand how you could fuck this up so badly! I mean, aren’t florists supposed to be good at putting together flower arrangements?! That’s literally your job and somehow all of these look like absolute shit!’ The man in the back of the shop was looking through the fridge at all of the different flower arrangements and Klaus instantly felt a familiar desire rising within him. He was desperate to wrap his hands around this man’s throat and watch the fear on his face as he realizes that he wasn’t going to be getting out of his dire situation, that he was going to die with Klaus’ hands around his throat.

Y/n turned quickly, picking up the flowers that were behind the counter for Klaus as they always were on Sundays at 4pm. ‘Here. On the house today. I’ll see you next week.’ She insisted, walking around the counter and handing them to him quickly though as she moved to open the door for him he grabbed her hand and held it tightly.

‘No. Why is he yelling at you like that?’ He asked, keeping his voice as soft as he could with the familiar murderous feeling getting stronger the longer he saw his girl with tears on her beautiful face.

‘Klaus, you don’t need to-‘

‘Tell me what’s going on, Y/n, because if you don’t I’m going to ask him.’ Her hand tightened in his more and Klaus felt an excited jolt shoot up his spine as she was holding onto him now.

‘I made the arrangement he asked for and when he got here he didn’t like it. I pointed out that I made what he asked for and he started shouting at me about how I’m incompetent and how everything is awful. I’m fine, you don’t need to involve yourself, please? You don’t need to worry about me-‘

‘But I do worry about you. You don’t deserve to be treated like that and I won’t allow it, come sit, clean yourself up gorgeous.’ Klaus couldn’t have told you where the confidence with Y/n came from but he needed to see her smile again-though he did enjoy the blush that turned her face even more red for a good reason this time.

Just as Klaus got her to sit on her stool behind the counter the man stomped back up to the front with a vase of different colored lilies. ‘This is the least horrible thing in here, and my girlfriend loves lilies, I’ll take this, and the next time-Ughh!’ Y/n gasped loudly as she watched Klaus having suddenly grabbed the man’s throat, choking him roughly with one hand, the man instantly using both hands to try and pry Klaus’ hand off which he quickly realizes that he is unable to do. Y/n’s eyes are locked on-and not on the man but instead Klaus’ bicep-that is fully flexed and way bigger than she would have expected from Klaus who most people assume is a lanky, weak guy. His grip on the man is unrelenting as he glared down at him.

‘This woman here that you’ve spent the last at least 5 minutes making cry is the kindest, sweetest girl you will ever meet in your life. She spends every day arranging flowers to make other people’s days a bit brighter and instead of just telling her kindly that the arrangement you ordered isn’t exactly what you want now that you see what it looks like, you decided to scream at her, belittle her and insult her! Now, you are going to apologize to her, you’re going to buy this arrangement, and you are going to leave-and you can be damn fucking sure there will be No “Next time” because if she ever tells me that you’ve walked your ass back in this shop, I will hunt you down and I will kill you. Do you understand me?’ The man nodded to the best of his ability before Klaus released his throat, holding him by his collar now as the terrified man looked at Klaus before looking back down at Y/n who Klaus now noticed was staring at him instead of the cowering man. ‘Y/n?’ Klaus spoke, gaining her attention, confused by her staring at him now as she’s never done it before.

‘Yes! Sorry, h-he can just-‘

‘No, he can’t. Do what I told you to do-Ronald!’ Klaus demanded as he looked at the credit card he was holding to pay with, seeing his full name on it and making a note of it to find him after this.

‘I’m very sorry Y/n, I was horribly rude and it was wrong of me to insult all of your beautiful work. Please forgive me?’ He whimpered as he handed her the credit card and she quickly rang him up, charging him double before handing him his card back.

‘Thank you for the apology, I don’t accept it you huge piece of shit. Now get the fuck out.’ Klaus’ eyes went wide in shock as he released the man and allowed him to run out of the store. ‘Wow…thank you Klaus, that was really-‘ she quickly stopped herself before she could tell him that it was “Hot”, not wanting to humiliate herself even more. ‘Okay, well, I think I have been thoroughly humiliated enough for today, this was fun. Here is your flowers for the week, seriously they’re free, especially after all that. Thank you for your help.’

‘Please don’t be embarrassed, I’m glad that I could help you. I never want to see you cry like that again, you’re too beautiful to cry.’ He admitted before taking his flowers and stepping out towards his car, beginning to look up the man that was going to be his next victim.

The next day as Y/n was closing down the shop there was a knock at the door. ‘We’re Closed!’ She shouted back as she finished an arrangement for the next day-having quite a few orders she still needed to fill tonight to be ready for first thing the next morning as there was a wedding that needed to be delivered to and she needed to have it all ready for her driver to just pick up and take.

‘Y/n! It’s Sheriff Forbes!’ A women shouted and Y/n turned quickly to see Caroline’s mom at the door with another younger male cop prompting her to quickly unlock the door and let them in.

‘Liz, you need some last minute flowers? You know I’m always open for you.’ Y/n smiled but the Sheriff wasn’t smiling.

‘No sweetheart, I need to ask you a couple of questions quickly. There’s a man that’s been reported missing and one of the last places he used his credit card was here. Did you seen this man yesterday or have you seen him since?’ She asked, showing Y/n a photo on her phone of the asshole from yesterday.

‘Yes, he was here yesterday. Bit if an asshole, but he bought lilies for his girlfriend.’ Y/n told her as she wondered if Klaus had been serious yesterday? Had he really meant it when he said he was going to kill the man? …No…he couldn’t have been serious, could he?

‘Girlfriend? You mean his wife?’ Y/n quickly shook her head.

‘No, he was very clear about the fact that he was getting lilies for his girlfriend. I know what he said, he didn’t like the arrangement he ordered and he picked a different one instead. He paid with a credit card and he left.’ She explained to Liz who was writing it all in a notebook.

‘Did anything seem off with him?’ She asked, clearly just finding out that the married man had a girlfriend.

‘He seemed pissed off about something but I have no clue what. He was only here for about 5 minutes. I’m sorry I can’t tell you more.’ Y/n stated, putting on her best sympathetic attitude, she didn’t want to give Liz a reason to look at Klaus-God forbid she be wrong and frame him for murder…though the idea that Klaus had defended her and then still killed the man for so much as making her cry was way more of a turn on than it should be in any case.

‘You gave us plenty sweetheart. Thank you very much for your help. You get on home, it’s going to start getting dark soon.’ With that Liz was gone with her partner, hopping into her car and speeding off.

Y/n closed all the blinds and turned off the “Open” sign before continuing to arrange the flowers for the wedding tomorrow-unable to get Klaus off of her mind.

What she didn’t know was that he was thinking about her as well, having been watching her on the cameras he had placed around her store and knowing as he saw that adorable, thoughtful look on her face that she knew exactly what he had done…

It was 2 hours later, the sun was long gone and it had taken Y/n more time than she had wanted it to, to arrange the bridesmaids flowers before putting together the brides bouquet. She had just finished putting it all in the fridge for the driver to find tomorrow for the delivery when she heard heavy footsteps in the back of the shop.

‘Hello? Liz?’ She called out, grabbing a set of shears tightly in her hand and holding them behind her as she slowly stepped towards the back, feeling arms around her tightly and fingers gripping her hand before she could attempt to stab the intruder.

‘No You Don’t Gorgeous!’ Y/n recognized Klaus’ voice instantly and she took a breath, relaxing herself in his arms which took him a bit by surprise. ‘Very relaxed for a girl who knows exactly who she’s standing here with, hmm? You’ve been putting it all together for the last 2 hours, I’ve been watching you. You have an adorable thinking face, truly.’

‘So it’s true? It was all you?’

‘That depends, what was all me?’ Klaus asked, wanting to hear her conclusions as he leaned closer and trailed his nose along her neck, never having been so close to be able to smell her like this and he loved her soft flowery scent.

‘All the people that have gone missing in the neighboring towns and in the woods the last few years…Liz’s husband, the Mayors assistant-all the people in town that have just up and left in the middle of the night in the last 3 years? Tyler?’ She knew she was right about Tyler when Klaus’ grip on her tightened. ‘He cheated on me and then the next night he was gone, Liz said he had left to be with her but I’m guessing you killed Hayley too…is that true?’ She wondered, placing her hand over his on her waist and easing his grip so that she could turn in his arms to look up at him-his eyes soft and curious now. ‘Did you do that for me?’

‘I…yes.’ He admitted, looking into her eyes and not seeing the fear he was so used to in his victims. His girl wasn’t afraid of him…

‘I wish you had told me. I would have loved to see that…I want to watch next time.’ She told him and Klaus could feel the excitement rushing through him at the idea of his girl watching him kill. ‘I can watch…right Daddy?’ The growl that exploded from his chest was a sound that went straight to Y/n’s panties as he tightened his grasp, turning her and pressing her down against the counter, leaning over top of her as he pressed his crotch to her ass quite hard.

‘Fuck I was right about you! You’re gonna be Daddy’s little slut, aren’t you Y/n?’ She was nodding her head quickly as he yanked her pants and panties down out of the way, unbuckling his belt and releasing his cock just enough to rub himself against her soaking wet cunt. ‘So fucking wet for me, Daddy left you waiting too long, didn’t I?’

‘Mmhmm! Need you Daddy! Please fuck me?! Please?!’ Klaus would never leave his girl to beg for him like that, he would keep her full every single day of their lives together from this moment on. ‘Oh Fuck!’ She cried as he didn’t waste a second in shoving his cock as deep into her body as he could get.

‘God, you’re dripping all over me Princess!’ He moaned, rutting up into her roughly, taking hold of her throat and pulling her back against his chest as he pressed his lips to her ear. ‘So fucking wet thinking about Daddy cutting him open for you, aren’t you?’ She nodded frantically as he fucked into her, her tummy twisting desperately as her body tightened on his cock. ‘I know Princess, the idea of watching Daddy work makes your slutty little hole drip. Daddy won’t leave you needy anymore, I promise. I’m gonna fill this slutty little cunt up! Cum for me Princess, cum for Daddy!’ He demanded, biting into her neck roughly as he felt her cum on his cock, filling her as deeply as he could.

‘Oh Fuck! Daddy! Yes! Fill my pussy Daddy, please?!’ She begged, Klaus holding her firmly to him as her body leaned fully into him. ‘Please? Fuck me Daddy…’ she whimpered as he pulled away from the now bloody bite mark on her neck.

‘Don’t worry Princess, Daddy’s gonna fill you up again, just you wait. You’re gonna keep these slutty little legs closed and hold all of Daddy’s cum in this little womb until I’m ready to fill you again!’ She whimpered as he pulled out of her hole, quickly pulling her pants up and fixing his before lifting her into his arms and moving out the back door to his car where he set her on his lap and began the drive to his home which was only just out of the town and hidden in the woods where you would never find it if you didn’t already know where it was.

Klaus carried her from the car into his family home that he now resides in completely alone before opening the door to the basement where she instantly hears a man screaming for his life. ‘Let Me Out Of Here You Psychopath!’ The man from the flower shop yesterday raged, he had a collar around his neck that was chained to the wall, a comfy looking chair was seated directly in front of the man and that’s where Klaus settled himself with Y/n on his lap.

‘Is this where you want to be, my love?’ Klaus wondered, unbuttoning her pants once again and pulling down the zipper. ‘Perched on Daddy’s lap with my cock deep in your belly, watching people bleed while you get stuffed full of cum? Is this what my baby needs?’ She whined, nodding her head as she leaned back onto his shoulder.

‘Yes Daddy…Want your cock! Please?!’ She pleaded as he pulled her pants and panties from her body completely, removing her shirt and bra as well to leave her bare on Klaus’ lap.

‘You want Daddy inside you, filling you up. Want them to have to watch you take the cock of the man that is slowly taking their lives away. My gorgeous girl, so fucked up for Daddy, aren’t you?’ He taunted, pulling his pants down just enough to free his cock and lifting you to shove himself back into you. ‘Such a good girl, taking my cock just right! Fuck! Gonna give Daddy perfect little babies, aren’t you?’

‘Yes Daddy! Yes! Want your babies!’ You cried out just before he began slowly circling his hips and rutting up into your body. ‘Y-Yes! So good! Mmm!’

‘You feel even better than I imagined you would Princess…Knew I would be filling you with my babies since we were in 10th grade! That was the first time I ever killed anyone and after beating Katherine Pierce to death all I could think of was fucking my cock into your little cunt! Knew I fucking had to have you! Such a perfect pussy, worth the wait baby! Gonna fill your little womb again!’ Klaus held her down on his cock as close as he could. ‘So full, aren’t you my love?’ She nodded, her body slack against him after yet another intense orgasm. ‘Gonna grow my baby right in here now.’ He insisted, hand against your slightly swollen belly where you laid back against him. ‘Such a good girl for me…this is where we were always destined to end up, since the day we met in Second grade. Been dreaming of fucking you since 7th grade!’

‘Oh Daddy! It-It’s so romantic!’ You marveled as Klaus thrust up into you again, ready to fill your womb once again and beginning a steady pace, his hands finding your breasts and rubbing his thumbs over your nipples as he imagined your breasts swollen and full of milk for his babies-and for him-his cock aching as he thought about wrapping his lips around your nipples and tasting your milk himself. He may never let you stop breast feeding just so that he could have your milk all to himself.

‘What’s romantic, my love?’ He wondered, panting as he continued rutting up into your body roughly.

‘All your victims are gonna get to sit there from now on and watch you fuck me, fill my body full of a brand new life right before you take their life away. It’s just, so romantic!’ She gushed and Klaus felt pleasure shoot straight up his spine as you said this, his cock squirting everything he could possibly give to you straight up into your womb.

‘That was it! That was the one, I just filled you full of my baby, I know it!’ He insisted, his voice strong in his conviction, positive that this was the moment he impregnated you.

‘Yes! Yes Daddy! Love having your baby inside me Daddy! You-You’re still gonna fuck me more, right…?’ You questioned quickly, not wanting him to stop fucking you.

‘Of course I am, Princess! Daddy’s never gonna stop fucking this perfect pussy!’

‘Oh Christ! For the Love of God! Please stop already?!’ The deep voice startled Y/n who jumped, whimpering. ‘I can’t take listening to this sloppy fuck fest anymore. A guy can only close his eyes for so long, I mean she’s gorgeous, but knowing that she’s letting a moron like you fuck her full of your kids has got to be some kind of sin! For the Love of God. Either shut up or kill me so I don’t have go hear this anymore!’ Both Klaus and Y/n paused, looking at each other before looking back at Ronald.

‘Daddy?’

‘Yes Princess?’ Klaus responded, lifting Y/n off of his cock and standing up from the chair.

‘Do you have a stapler?’ Klaus had taken a step towards Ronald before hearing what his girl had just said, turning back around and smirking as he knew exactly what she was thinking.

‘Yes Love, I do. I’ll go get it.’ Klaus turned and ran up the basement stairs quickly as she turned to the table that was full of sharp weapons, picking up the duct tape just as Klaus came back down. She pulled the duct tape and rubbed her hand over her dripping pussy before wiping her hand across the assholes mouth, pressing the duct tape over his mouth right after and wrapping it around his head and mouth over and over about 10 times before ripping it off and tossing the tape back to the table. ‘Now Ronald, I’m going to fuck my Princess again…many more times honestly. We have a lot of time to make up for considering we could have been doing this for years, and you are going to watch us whether you like it or not. Would you like to hold or would you like to staple?’ Klaus asked, looking at Y/n who’s eyes widened in surprise.

‘You would let me be the one to staple? Really?’ She asked, tears coming to her eyes at his sweet gesture.

‘Of course I would babygirl! I would be happy if you’d also like to help me play with my victims from now on, though I understand if you’d just like to watch as well.’ He explained and Y/n blushed a dark red shade.

‘Oh, Daddy! You’re so romanctic! I would rather watch, though I’m sure sometimes I’ll have an impulse to play with you, thank you for letting me know that I can ask to play too whenever I get the urge. That’s so sweet of you. This is why I’ve always loved you. My Daddy is so thoughtful-however I would like to staple if I may?’ She requested and Klaus was happy to let her have this one moment, knowing that if he let her join in for little moments now and then, that she would never be driven to actually kill anyone or have the urge to take any form of control-which Klaus knew he couldn’t give her.

Mystic Falls now has a serial Killer couple residing nearby…and a lot more people were about to start going missing…

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[orangepeelknives]

good morning willmack nation we are gathered here today to talk about: the windshield. a deeply important cultural artifact. a touchstone. a symbol. a moment in history. i am actually never moving on from the windshield.

so here’s the thing about mack: this is a kid who grew up thinking love was something you earn. not something you’re given. not something soft. not something warm. no, in the celebrini household love is a performance. it’s discipline. it’s run hills until your knees go soft and your head swims, and if you say “thank you” at the end of it all maybe you’ll get a nod from your father. maybe. love, to mack, has always meant proving yourself. 

so of course his emotions have nowhere to go but outward. because when you grow up walking on eggshells around a man who blows up without warning, you start to think that’s just what emotion is. big. loud. destructive. so mack doesn’t sit with his feelings. he throws them. yells them. smashes them through a windshield. and then immediately feels guilty and sheepish and stupid about it, bc he doesn’t even have the language to unpack what he’s actually feeling. all he knows is that it hurts. and he has no tools for dealing with that except impact.

and then you’ve got will. lovely soft steady will. who feels so much and just… holds it. he carries his emotions like they’re delicate. private. he doesn’t lash out, he absorbs. he loses the biggest game of his career so far and pulls his friend off the ice with a hand on the back of the neck and zero fanfare. he’s hurting, but he’s not making it anyone else’s problem. will doesn’t think you should have to bleed for someone to prove you care. he doesn’t think pain should be currency. he's all ""we're just kids"" ""hope youre having fun"" like im sick over it!

and mack, who has spent his entire life punching walls and throwing gloves and yelling at people he loves and being yelled at back, sees that and goes a little bit crazy inside. bc it’s so foreign to him. it’s not just that will doesn’t react the way mack does, it’s that will doesn’t need to. and that shakes something in mack’s bones. bc will’s way of loving doesn’t look like punishment. it looks like patience.

so now you’ve got this beautiful, messed-up contrast. mack’s on the bench during a game, chest heaving, full of heat and panic and please tell me i’m okay, and who does he look for? will. who is calm and grounded and always knows what to do. will is the safe place. will is the opposite of rick. will is who mack turns to even if he can’t say why.

and then he punches a windshield. because someone was twenty minutes late and his plans got ruined and all of a sudden his emotions are too big for his body again and boom. and then he’s awkward and embarrassed and brushing it off and offering to pay for it but not really apologizing bc he doesn’t even know how to begin to unpack why it happened in the first place. bc he’s never been taught how to repair. only how to endure.

the windshield is the physical manifestation of all of it. the love that’s loud, the regret that’s quiet, the boy who wants to be good but doesn’t know how yet. and will, watching the whole thing unfold, doesn’t yell. doesn’t punish. just… waits. bc he knows mack is still learning. he knows love doesn’t have to hurt.

anyway. will is the safe harbor. mack is the storm. and the windshield never stood a chance. i digress

[raven-at-the-writing-desk]

After reading your post on Maleonor opinions on humans I've been wondering if she would have approved of Lilia adopting Silver had she survived. The idea of her left-hand man and childhood friend adopting the child of her worst enemy would be absolutely disgusting to her. I wouldn't be surprised if she were to use her status to get rid of Silver. If so do you think Lilia would go through with? Or would he have defied her. How would that affect their relationship? How would that have affected Silver's childhood growing up? Or his relationship with others (Malleus in particular)?

[Referencing this post!]

Assuming that everything else is changed (so Raverne is still missing, Lilia still departed on his travels to find a way to hatch a dragon’s egg, etc.) aside from Maleanor being alive… I don’t think she would be very approving of Lilia, a childhood friend and general, making the sudden decision to adopt a human infant—and not just any infant, but the son of that accursed Dawn Knight, who struck a devastating blow to her country and people. The betrayal!! The temerity!!

I’d see them having a stubborn shouting match on the subject, trying to get the other to see reason. Maleanor raining down her furious lightning while Lilia tucks and rolls, dodging each bolt. “Humans stole everything from us. Bled our land of resources, claimed countless lives… yet you dare to stand before me and defend the spawn of our greatest enemy?! As your princess, I order you to return it to where you discovered it.”

Lilia tries to tell her he understands why she feels this way, that he knows just how much Briarland has suffered at the hands of humans…! But the longer he talks, the more confused and frustrated with himself he becomes. Why is he trying so hard to protect this child he doesn’t know? What has changed these past several decades? Traveling Twisted Wonderland, experiencing new people and cultures… all the love and happiness a unified world bring. And finally, Lilia realizes. Raverne, my friend. Is this what you felt all those times? Telling me of the humans and the importance of understanding them, safeguarding that enrollment letter for that school. It was all for this future you hoped for and dreamed of.

“Maleanor!!” he’d yell over her thunder. “You know as well as I do that Raverne would have wanted the relationship between fae and humans to heal. He wouldn’t… he wouldn’t abandon this child, deny it the chance to live with love. To do so would make us no better than Heinrick, who sought to part you and Malleus. Please, Maleanor.”

“You would use my own husband’s name against me?!” But, deep down, she knows he speaks the truth. Maleanor has always known her beloved to be a kind, peaceful man. Water to temper her fire. And she falters. “… Tell me, Lilia. For what reason do you fight so stringently for a creature so pathetic so weak, as to require your protection at its age?”

“Hard to say. I don’t fully understand it myself. Parenthood isn’t my forte, you know that. I guess… people are just willing to do crazy things in the name of love.”

So I think Maleanor could begrudgingly be convinced to allow Lilia to adopt + raise Silver, but she won’t exactly be happy about it. I see her eyeing baby!Silver with suspicion or even expecting “it” to grow up into another killing machine like its biological father. Maybe initially her relationship with Lilia is strained too, as he now has to devote more time to raising the kid. (A little jealousy??) As Silver grows up… I see them adopting more of an Aurora-Maleficent dynamic from the Maleficent films. In other words, Silver becomes fond of the visiting Maleanor and treats her like an auntie or family friend. Running up to her, grabbing her robes, giving her things he picked up on the forest floor. She frowns and tries to shoo him away—she just wanted to enjoy the shade of this tree while observing him from a comfortable distance away, not PLAY!! It would be cute if Silver called Maleanor his fairy godmother too 😭

Omg, what if??? Malleus comes out with his mom to visit Lilia and he’s able to meet Silver (while Sebek happens to be over)?? Then the kids get curious and start chatting. They could all be childhood friends!! Maleanor of course protests at first and gets too heated when reminding Malleus to exert his nobility as a Draconia and future ruler or Briar Valley… With enough time and whittling, I’m sure she can be turned back around on his matter too—it just may take a while.

cbjsbsjejkwe This ended up very much sounding like how Baur interacts with his mixed grandchildren.

[you-little-arsonist]

okay this is another kitchenscenefucker post, sorry not sorry - just this one thing and then i PROMISE i will shut up about it

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personally i think the whole thing was A+ storytelling bc the conversation was absolutely both brutally honest, and necessary for buck and eddie to move forward as individuals and as a unit

at its core, right, the scene is essentially buck confronting eddie about not telling him about the job offer, and then eddie turning it around, confronting buck about isolating himself after bobbys death

what eddie is doing is pointing out that the other side of the coin of buck being self-sacrificing (denying himself the comfort of his family in his grief) is that he is simultaneously and unwittingly being selfish (denying his family the comfort of him in their grief). they need buck too

and eddie is right to point that out, bc buck is absolutely isolating himself, in error. that's what grief tries to do to you. it wants to isolate and lie to you. buck already constantly undervalues himself and his contribution to the lives of the people around him, and eddie knows this. that's what eddie means when he drops the line about making it all about buck/a tragedy in 97 acts. eddie is pointing out that buck is isolating which hurts not only buck but everyone around buck that's been equally affected by bobby's death. eddie knows that buck is in his own head, telling himself things that aren't true. because he knows buck, and because he knows grief, both of them intimately

and eddie really drives his point home when he says next "you've been spiraling since the funeral/no one knows how to talk to you about it." he can only use his own experience of what it was like to get the news and not have anyone to talk with about it, to illustrate how that isolation hurts everyone. he's not saying it to bring the focus back to eddie, he's talking about the whole family. throughout this part eddie uses plural pronouns (no one knows how to talk to you about it, we all lost him, we're just trying to do our damn best to get through it, etc)

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but, dually, it's also about buck and eddie as two people that need each other individually. the implication under the dialogue about the family is that eddie is angry at buck because eddie personally needed buck specifically to talk to. eddie had no one to talk to that night, alone in the dark. he couldn't bust holes in the wall this time bc he didn't want to scare christopher again. there was no buck to come and calm them both this time. eddie had to hold in all that loud and messy grief this time

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but the real crazy work is - eddie's gambit pays off. because buck finally gets it! by isolating himself over bobby's death he is hurting his whole family but also he is denying eddie specifically the chance to talk it out, he's denying himself and his partner the comfort of sharing their grief with each other

and then if that wasn't enough, to finish the job of drawing buck out of himself, just like he did after the tsunami, eddie brings chris into it. bc buck would do anything for that kid, up to and including getting out of his own head

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stellar work by eddie diaz honestly. no one could have done it better

[buckydeservesthebest]

The lack of media literacy of some Sam Stans is frankly disturbing and should be made to look ridiculous.

To rely on the fanfiction in their minds to jump to the conclusion that Bucky and the others "work for Val", just because we DID NOT know how Bucky proceeded after the abrupt ending of the movie, and we STILL don't know how the New Avengers operate, because we only had a 2 minute post-credits scene whose sole purpose was to connect to the events of Avengers Doomsday, which basically gave NO information about them as a team. It's stupidly absurd.

Just because Bucky and the others decided to stay as a team (because literally the movie was about a group of people being forced to work together to confront a seemingly indefensible threat, and to connect and form a bond of mutual support in the process), and take the Avengers name is NOT proof that Val is somehow exerting her influence on them. Did these people even watch the same movie?? Do you really think that Bucky, Yelena and the others would listen to any of the lies of an evil manipulative person like Val after all that happened?? Tell me you didn't understand any of the plot without telling me...

Val does NOT own the Avengers name, so her publicly introducing them as the New Avengers does NOT mean shit. Bucky was already an Avenger since Infinity War or before. John literally said people considered him an Avengers since TFATWS.

Clint brought Wanda to the team, and Steve brought Sam to the team as well, there is no clause prohibiting members from inviting their own recruits to the team. So of course Bucky would have every right to decide to form his own team and invite his new teammates. Bucky has as much right to do this as Sam.

Literally people forget that Val has NO support, she is in the crosshairs of the authorities, she got rid of all her labs and all her research. Her only hope was to be able to control Sentry and of course it slipped through her fingers. Literally Bucky, Yelena and the others have her on a short leash, and they can literally take her down whenever they feel like it.

Also, exposing Val at the press conference wouldn't have worked as the only people who knew Bob was Sentry and The Void were Val, Mel and The Thunderbolts. If they'd presented Bob who didn't even remember what just happened people would have thought they were crazy or just lying to try and bring her down.

Even if Yelena and the others were to say publicly that Val hired them to get rid of any evidence that might convict her, it would be their word (that of former criminals) against hers. It could equally be interpreted that they are just lying because they have no evidence.

And another thing, when Bucky captured the Thunderbolts he was going to take them to testify with the impeachment committee. Their statement would only be useful against Valentina in this situation. For this information to be made public before it got to the Committee would have been counterproductive and would have most likely lost its credibility. So there is literally nothing to prevent Bucky from later arranging a deal in which Yelena, John and Ava could testify against Val in exchange for protection, a reduced sentence or even a government pardon.

People make a stupid fuss that the New Avengers might be somehow related to the government, when we don't even know if this is true or to what degree, but they conveniently forget that the OG Avengers were literally formed by SHIELD, a government organization. And their first team mission was ordered by SHIELD as well. In CA:TWS Steve and Natasha are still considered to be working for SHIELD, i.e. the Government. That only stopped because SHIELD was bought down. The Avengers only gained autonomy because the government organization controlling it ceased to exist.

The idea to form a new Avengers team in CA:BNW literally came from Ross, the same guy who wanted to have enhanced people under his control, the same guy who said Bruce's body was government property, and the same guy who ordered an extrajudicial execution order against Bucky, convicting him as guilty for the UN bombing without a fair trial which is literally a violation of his human rights. Ross is NO better a person than Val, and Sam was going to work with him just because he told him he "had changed", as if Ross wasn't known for lying, he already did it by telling the Avengers that they were "going to have a degree of freedom" if they signed the Accords, and this is NOT true.

Had the scandal of Ross transforming into the Red Hulk not happened on national TV, and thus not ended up in prison, Sam would have ended up working with him. The line between Sam "and when we disagree on how to manage a situation… what happens then?" and Ross "we figure it out together" literally already is a clear implication that they were going to work together.

I bet if BNW had ended up in a similar situation, with no word on whether Ross was arrested or not, and before that he had introduced Sam, Joaquin and maybe others as the New Avengers, people wouldn't jump to the conclusion that Sam is now working for him.

BECAUSE AGAIN, WORKING IN COOPERATION WITH THE GOVERNMENT DOES NOT MEAN BEING SUBJUGATED BY IT. AND THIS IS WHAT HAPPENED WITH THE OG AVENGERS, WHAT WAS GOING TO HAPPEN WITH SAM'S FUTURE TEAM AND WHAT MAY HAPPEN WITH THE NEW AVENGERS.

Literally the only mention of the government with the New Avengers was Yelena's "we're the Avengers, the government said so," which couldn't be more ambiguous. Bucky literally has his trusted contacts within Congress, so without any problem they could have been the ones who could have offered them backing. Bucky literally already worked within the system and that did NOT stop him from stepping in and running things his own way. Of course he is going to seek that same freedom for his team.

In the same PC scene Yelena says that "there is a possible space threat and no one is informing them". If the New Avengers were really a government sanctioned organization, why isn't the government asking them to be the ones to investigate this? See the lack of sense? Bucky told Yelena to get a satellite image and send the jets when they are being kept out of the situation. That is literally clear proof that they are handling the situation their way and NOT asking for any permission.

Valentina is NOT the entire government, and NOT all members of the government are corrupt criminals. There's Rhodes who remained a colonel in the army even after he knew the system was infiltrated by Hydra, but that doesn't make him any less of a hero or any less of one.

Sam Stans think that Sam is supposedly so worried that now "the Avengers name is linked to a corrupt politician like Val", and that's why he waited 14 months to file a copyright lawsuit, when TB* could easily use a variant like The Revengers, The Avengerz, The New Avengers, East Coast Avengers, or any other that doesn't infringe copyright. Because avoiding that "The Avengers name is linked to Val" is the problem, not that a "bunch of super people are working for her" 🤡🤡

[ouijathicc]

I’m really glad there’s been a wave of people understanding BSC as a layered character and not just “the angry dommy buff man OwO”. But one thing I’ve noticed is people focusing on the clear grief he feels and thinking this grief is his *entire motive*. I think people hear that the other option to be part of the motive is boredom and think “that sounds bad” and well, people think either his motive is normal or he’s crazy but well…

I think you’re neglecting to understand how goddamn agonizing this level of boredom would be. Like. This kinda shit when mixed with the grief is genuine psychological torture. He’s trapped in a cycle of loss for all eternity while he presumably never changes, centuries blend together. He sees the same people over and over again, at some point he stops making the distinction between new and old advisors because it’s not like it matters they say the same things anyway. And they all die in the end.

I’m not saying it’s not the grief. It definitely is. And he misses his first kingdom clearly (key on first btw he doesn’t seem to miss any of the subsequent ones from what we’ve seen and they definitely happened according to the born wither die thing, at least not the same way). But I think a part of that is also that he misses feeling something, misses being able to care. One of the curses of immortality is that time loses meaning, death and boredom are the only constants. And both can be equally fatal.

Because it’s not like someone just getting slightly bored of having the same food for a week, it’s like “nothing ever changes no matter what I do and it slowly drives me insane because the very things and people I used to care about are nothing to me now but part of this endless cycle. Even if I want to care I can’t, because it means nothing if nothing makes it mean something. Destroying everything is the only way to make the pain stop even if only for a moment, even if an eternity of different boredom comes after, at least it’ll be new for a few years.”

It’s not just hurting other people, it’s self destruction, and yes. Boredom IS a factor. But not a human level, a practically eldritch madness level of boredom, that, mixed with the grief we all understand he had, drives him to insanity and trying to literally fucking end the world- because of the world ends it’ll be a change from the status quo.

Like, from a human base level understanding he’s unreasonable. But to be clear. He’s lived thousands of years he’s experienced the rise and fall of nations enough times that it doesn’t feel like a big deal and the loss and guilt it hits him with every time after he fails again and again to make something permanent convinces him it’s impossible to make society last and that trying will just hurt more.

He destroys because it’s easier than coping with eternity and with the fact that he can’t stop failing and with the fact that he will never go with the people he leads he won’t die. But it’ll feel like death. Etc.

I’m just sorta rambling all of this is to say I feel like in trying to understand him on a more complex level we actually often simplify BSCs depth because yeah. Boredom was a factor. And it was a good fucking reason actually, at least from his perspective as an immortal being. Selfish, yes, very selfish. I think he understands it’s selfish and kinda childish to just break everything so he won’t have to watch the cycle anymore.

I’ve asked myself a few times why he didn’t just run away. And the answer is that he didn’t want to and that leaving wouldn’t help . He was made for this, and it’s supposedly his fault this is happening. People keep telling him that if he just tries a little harder he can make something last forever beyond just himself. But he can’t do it. No matter how hard he tries, and leaving will not only make the guilt worse because it means he’s fucking over more people, and the cycle continues anyway. And that still hurts every time. It’s not different with or without him.

TLDR: Boredom was a factor. But it’s a lot bigger than just childish annoyance. It’s like. Some eldritch madness shit.

[halogenwarrior]

I'm going to go back and reblog already finished polls when I finish the media in question so: (Note in this case I finished the anime only, I don't have anything against manga but from what I understand the only remaining arc is unfinished and I have no interest in following an unfinished arc and forgetting all the details while waiting months for the next installment, when it's done I'll read it)

And based on what I've seen even if I heard the last arc is better, what I've seen has way too little focus on women to get a likes vote even if they were treated perfectly and the whole "oh it only has a few women but they are treated well" seems like it's eliding over a lot of criticisms you could give it on that front, as follows:

So let's see, Melody is ok but a pretty minor character who gets a backstory but isn't really affecting the plot, and you could criticize how they make the not conventionally attractive character's motivation/backstory be about how she's upset about being made to look that way and wants to make sure it doesn't happen to other people rather than her appearance being incidental to her story. Palm has the problem of being the only woman on the Chimera Ant mission who's also the only one to fail in her objective and get captured, not to mention her mental instability is very much framed in a gendered "woman be crazy about romance" way. Bisky's plot role is a fine enough mentor role but she's. not allowed to just be an older and more buff/muscular woman she has to be insecure about it and make herself appear like a cute child, and everyone always makes fun of her for it every time she's on screen (while old man mentors just get to look like cool old men). With Alluka it's nice that she is treated with respect as a trans girl and people who misgender her are shown to be wrong and cruel, but I don't get the "amazing representation" claims (maybe she gets more developed in the next arc I haven't read?) when she's really just a plot device for her powers with the occasional nod to how she feels bad about being treated as a plot device. The women in the Phantom Troupe are at least treated the same as the male ones but don't get that much focus, Pakunoda really only gets developed immediately leading up to her death (even if her death doesn't seem misogynistically written or disrespectful to her). There is definitely a lot of "girl has power to enslave men and make them fall in love with her because girls are the romance and seducing men gender and that's a Girl Superpower" (e.g Baise, Zazan if I remember right), the chimera ants in general tend to fall into the "men are monstrous women are humanoid and sexy" trend. Komugi is actually my favorite of them and one of my favorite characters in the show, and while I don't think her being portrayed as self-deprecating, easily crying and physically weak is sexist (it fits with the themes of the show and her role as an ordinary, disabled civilian in an oppressive country from a family with no money, trapped in a world where your existence can only be justified by power, wealth and strength, and how that warps one's self esteem around the one talent you have that you are told is the only thing that can justify your existence), what I do think is sexist about her writing is her ending. It never feels like her dying along with Meruem is a tragedy for her sake about her not being able to find value in her life, but more like she was only ever there to bolster Meruem's arc and trigger his character development and she could just be gotten rid of in the end when they need a capstone for his arc and she's no longer necessary for his development. I would rather she survived and continued as a recurring character to work through her own psychological struggles, realizing just what she's been involved with, and what has happened to her country, or if she died at least have it be treated as a tragedy for her own sake in not being able to overcome how she's been taught her value as a human being is conditional.

So yeah I would definitely disagree that the women are treated fine and the only problem is that there are few of them.

Does Hunter x Hunter like women?

Hunter X Hunter (Manga/Anime, 1998/1999)

Explain your reasoning in the tags!

[alwaysalir]

So I watched episode 8

I don’t understand why people are complaining about this episode. I actually really enjoyed it. It gave me OG THT feels like the tension was crazy

1. I am so ecstatic for Janine but I wish they had let her kill Bell. That should not have been June’s kill. It would have been far more satisfying if she was included in his death at all

2. The biggest win of the episode is that we did not have to to see Luke. 🤭

3. June’s face when Serena was talking about her “former handmaid” was so funny. June as a character works so much better in the Gilead setting imo

4. I’ve seen a lot of thoughts about Nick in this episode and I don’t know why anything he did was super controversial. He’s putting on an act. That is what you do in Gilead. He smiled & said all the right things bc no one in Gilead actually knows that he’s no a true believer and pretty much hates them. We are privy to that information because we see his relationship with June where we see the real Nick.

5. Yea June & Nick are no where never over. The way she reacted to seeing him with Rose and the way she continues to be drawn to him even when there is a rift. She’s not done with him and that’s very obvious

6. Wharton is actually a creep how completely unsurprising. I think if anything this just gives more validity to Nick ratting out Mayday because it’s very clear that man would have killed him and not thought twice about it.

6. So what now? I think now they are going to bring in all the high commanders. We know Wharton is a High Commander. We know Bell’s father is a high commander and he has to show up now that his son is dead. Also Aunt Lydia may have let the handmaid’s go, but they are not home free yet. They will get caught I’m sure

[fanfictionsweetheart]

Spoiled

Pairing: Seth Rollins x Reader

Summary: (Name) was spoiled, there was no denying that. Seth spoiled her. He tended to show his love with his money. And she was very, very loved.

Trigger/Content Warning(s): smut, oral sex (male receiving), dirty talk, slight daddy kink, masturbation, squirting

Word Count: 2837

A/N: I read a Fic by @spiicii (I hope you don’t mind me tagging you) that made me love the idea of Seth spoiling his lover like this. I think there’s potential to this idea/plot I’ve set up in this Fic, might do more.

Waking up to the sun pouring into the large main bedroom was something (Name) would never be used to. Living in a deluxe penthouse apartment with her lover and boyfriend brought about so many new experiences. The first of which was living in a deluxe penthouse apartment.

She stretched, as she sat up. She’d woken up alone in bed this morning. Not the most unusual occurrence. Even when he was in town, Seth went to the gym first thing in the morning. He did his best to not disturb her when he would slip out of their shared bed before heading to work out for a couple hours in the private gym in their building.

(Name) rubbed her eyes before slipping out of bed herself. She grabbed her fluffy robe off of the bench at the end of the bed. She walked through the apartment to the chef’s kitchen. She stared in awe at everything once more. He’d just had it renovated for her. Running her fingers over the butcher block countertops she made her way to the refrigerator.

Seth wasn’t home now, but one look at the clock told her he would be home any minute. And after the gym he would take a shower. So she began to take things out of the fridge to make them both a hearty breakfast.

Seth walked into the place he had bought for his sweet (Name) to the smell of bacon frying. He grinned, she was far too predictable. But he liked that about her.

He had put this place in her name even though he had paid for it and nearly every new thing in it. She had chosen it after all. It had been an anniversary present when he knew that they were in this for the long haul. He insisted that money was no object in this case.

He wanted her to have a place to call home. He hated the idea of her renting a tiny place that didn’t match with how grand she was. He peeked into the kitchen as he headed towards the stairs to head up to take a shower after his usual workout routine.

(Name) had heard the door and Seth’s footsteps and smiled as she continued to work on their breakfast. Sautéing some mushrooms and onions to go into her omelet.

She liked this routine that they had when he wasn’t traveling.

She had just finished plating up their individual omelets when Seth made his way back down the stairs. He was dressed in some lounge pants, that probably cost more than her prom dress had, and a t-shirt. Even when he was relaxing at home he looked fashionable.

“Right on time,” she teased.

Seth chuckled and pressed a kiss to her temple as he joined her at the table in their little breakfast nook. Even though the kitchen had been renovated and the appliances updated, the style she had wanted was a more cozy look. Not streamlined. He liked that about her.

She hadn’t given up on who she was even with access to his money.

“You know some people would say you were crazy for not letting me hire a chef,” he teased.

“And why would I do that?” She asked him, smiling before taking a bite, adding after, “I like cooking and baking. It would have been a waste of money.”

He nodded, “And I like your cooking,” he added.

(Name) smiled at him, she looked at him with affection most of the time. He liked to spoil her with his money, but she felt most spoiled when he spent his time with her.

“What do you want to do today, sweetness?” He asked, using his favorite term of endearment for her.

“I’m not sure, honestly I’d like to stay in, I haven’t had you to myself in months,” (Name) said honestly.

He’d been working round the clock pretty much, traveling to a new place every week. (Name) usually traveled with him a few months out of the year. But due to a broken ankle she hadn’t been able to during their original schedule. She hated flying in a cast.

“Well, I’ve got a couple weeks while I heal from that muscle strain,” He winked about the injury that had been written into the show that was WWE for him so he could rest before his next big storyline was supposed to begin, “If my baby wants to just stay inside today we will.”

(Name) smiled at him before looking down shyly. Sometimes it was hard to remember a time before Seth Rollins came into her life. Before he decided she would be his everything and swept her off her feet. Spoiling her nearly rotten with designer bags, jewelry, clothes...supporting her hobbies and allowing her access to the kinds of things she could only dream of.

Taking her to restaurants that she only used to read about in magazines.

But more than that...loving her.

These elaborate gifts were his way of showing his affection.

Spending money on her made him happy.

It was crazy to (Name) who hadn’t had anyone want to treat her so well before. And it made her uncomfortable at first. He had to ease her into accepting the gifts he wanted to shower her with.

“I was thinking of starting to sell some of the jewelry I make,” She said after a moment of thought, it was her main hobby and she had so many pieces that she didn’t really wear but were still too good to break apart and reuse the beads, “Like online.”

“You could,” Seth said, he would always support her no matter what, “You want to pick and choose a few pieces later and start to figure out what you’d want the site to be called?”

“Maybe,” (Name) said, “Like I said...I’d like to spend most of today with you.”

“I can do that with you,” Seth chuckled, “You know I'm the most fashionable man in the WWE.”

“More stylish than most of the MET Gala in the past few years,” (Name) joked, “They should just get over themselves and invite you.”

“You know I would kill it,” Seth laughed.

(Name) giggled and nodded.

They finished their breakfast and Seth insisted on cleaning up so she could go get herself ready for the day. Even if they were staying in.

He pressed a kiss to her temple with a grin before she left the kitchen.

(Name) had to laugh to herself when she looked at the dresser full of her loungewear. T-shirts and comfortable pants. She grabbed her favorite leggings and an oversized shirt, perfect for a comfortable day at home. It was one of his merch shirts, of course. Maybe it was subconscious or maybe she just wanted to tease Seth.

Or maybe it was because she had every single shirt of his released.

She got dressed and headed back downstairs to find Seth in the living room, lounging on the couch, waiting for her. She made her way over and slipped into his lap rather than sitting beside him.

Seth grinned and wrapped an arm around her.

“Clingy today,” He teased.

“I missed you.” She told him simply, turning her head to press her lips to his, “It gets lonely around here when you’re gone.”

“Maybe I should get you a dog,” He joked.

But he was serious if she wanted a pet he would help her find the perfect one. He wanted her to be happy. And definitely not lonely when he had to work and she couldn’t come with him.

“Maybe,” She said, she would love to have a dog again.

At her last apartment she couldn’t have pets and she missed having a furry companion to keep her company.

Seth handed her the remote to pick a show or movie to watch to start their day. (Name) thought about it for a moment before deciding that since she had him pretty much all to herself for the next couple weeks it was the perfect time to binge one of her favorite shows with him.

She opened Hulu and typed in the first word of the series, ‘Sons…’, with a grin.

When the first episode started she settled into his hold with a smile she knew he would like the show if he gave it a real chance.

—

After a couple episodes (Name) got up to get them some snacks together to continue their lazy day together. She could think of a few other things they could be doing, but they didn’t allow her to stay in his arms the entire time.

She settled back on the couch with a bowl of popcorn for the pair of them while cuddling into his side.

These were the moments she felt the most spoiled. When he spent the entire day with her. Just doing typical couple things like binge watching a show together.

Their time together was more valuable than any gift he could give her.

—

The day rolled on while they lay together on the couch. Ordering dinner in and just enjoying each other’s company.

They turned her show off after dinner and (Name) headed upstairs for a shower. She had been shopping the day before and bought something new to wear just for Seth.

She cleaned herself up and was blow drying her hair when she heard her boyfriend enter the bedroom. She smiled to herself. She wanted to show him her gratitude for how much he spoiled her.

She set her hair drier down and pulled on a new sexy lingerie set that she had bought to wear for her man. Lacy and a sweet, soft pink color. Practically corruptible. His favorite way for her to look.

She fluffed her hair into a perfectly messy look and spritzed on her favorite perfume. Even topping off the look with some pink lipstick that suited the look and mascara...not waterproof...he liked to see the results when they were together.

After slipping the satiny robe she had bought in the matching color she opened the bathroom door to find Seth lounging on the bed, his shirt discarded. She had to stand there for a moment. His body was something special. The definition of his muscles even as he lay in bed was perfection.

He was so strong.

So powerful.

And she couldn’t help but shiver.

Seth looked up when he realized that she hadn’t come right to bed and the sight of her standing there like that, leaning against the doorframe, long legs leading up to a short hemmed robe. He could only imagine what she was wearing below the robe. A dark, practically lecherous, grin spread over his lips.

“Whatcha got under there for me, sweetness?” He purred, setting his phone aside.

She smiled coyly and undoes the loose bow that she had tied into the robe, “I might have bought something special for you to enjoy tonight, Daddy,” she cooed.

That had Seth’s entire attention now. He knew just what kind of mood she was in when she called him that. He sat up, the gleam of lust in his eyes practically predatory now. He licked his lips and let out a groan as she dropped the robe, revealing the sexy and sweet lingerie she had bought.

“What do you think, Daddy?” She purred.

“You look fucking delectable,” Seth growled and motioned her over, “Get over here and show Daddy just how much you missed him.”

(Name) obeyed eagerly. But she still did her best to keep that sexy sway to her hips as she did so. Wanting to tease and entice her man.

When she was standing in front of Seth on his side of their king sized bed his hands quickly found purchase on her hips. He looked up at her, eyes blown wide with lust.

“You’re a filthy fucking tease, you know that babygirl?” He growled.

“Only for you, Daddy,” (Name) murmured and rested her hands on his shoulders before dropping to her knees eagerly in front of him, “Let me be good for you tonight,” she breathed.

“You’re always so good for me,” he praised her gently and gently stroked her hair.

(Name) smiled at the praise and helped him out of his lounge pants and underwear before settling back between his knees, kissing his inner thigh submissively. He never made submitting like this feel like an obligation, she wanted to. She enjoyed it just as much as he did.

“Gonna open your mouth for me?” Seth asked with a wicked grin spread over his face.

“Yes Daddy,” (Name) chirped and let her mouth fall open, sticking her tongue out teasingly.

Seth rested his hand on top of her head, a subtle urge for her to begin. So she took some initiative and leaned in to teasingly lick along the underside of his cock. She moaned at the taste, she knew it was taboo, but she loved giving head. Especially to the man she was kneeling in front of right now.

She set her hands on his thighs as she continued to tease him. Her skilled tongue tracing over his cock like it was second nature.

She took the tip between her lips and slowly began to smooth them over the head, suckling just so to earn a shiver and pleased moan from her lover. Seth was very vocal in bed and she relished in that. She loved that she knew just how to get these reactions from him.

She began to take more of him into her mouth, sucking and teasing the sensitive flesh with her tongue. Seth flexed his fingers in her hair a bit, urging her on.

“Good girl,” He growled.

She took more of him inside and began to bob her head. Sucking him off just like he liked. Moaning around him. Her pussy wet with desire. She slipped one hand into her pretty, lace panties to begin teasing herself while sucking Seth’s dick.

He groaned at the sight, “Such a perfect slut for me, so good...you love sucking my dick don’t you baby?” He growled.

(Name) just moaned around him and kept bobbing her head back and forth. Taking more and more into her mouth until she had nearly all of his length in her mouth.

“Just a bit more, you can take it,” Seth encourages lewdly while grasping her hair, giving it a slight tug.

She whimpered and did as he said, forcing that last inch into her mouth, gagging slightly as usual. She could handle it, he was right. And she loved to handle it.

She held herself down on him for a moment before pulling back to begin bobbing her head again. Burying two of her fingers into her pussy while she did so.

She held her head down again once she caught her breath as best she could. Gagging and moaning around him.

She was fingering herself all while she was gagging on his cock.

She pulled off once more, sucking him more. This was probably the sloppiest head she’d given in a while and she loved it and could tell that Seth did as well. His groans were feral sounding and only served to turn her on more.

When she pressed herself back down once more Seth’s hand tightened in her hair to keep her there. “Look at me,” he ordered her in a slight snarl, he was close.

Her eyes flicked up to lock with his and he let out a low growl of a groan as he came hard down her throat. She moaned and swallowed every drop.

He let her pull off of him and lean back, so he could see her finger herself to completion. She may still have her panties on but he could hear and see how wet she was.

“Oh fuck...can I cum Daddy?” She whimpered.

“Cum for me, ruin those pretty panties I paid for,” he growled.

(Name) let out a whine as she came hard, a fish of liquid between her thighs was she soaked her panties just as he wanted her too.

She pulled her hand out of her panties and Seth grasped her wrist to bring her hand to his mouth so he could suck her sweetness off of her fingers. He never passed up the opportunity to taste her.

After he was satisfied he let her pull her fingers from his mouth. He urged her onto the bed and into his lap. One of his large hands cupped her cheek sweetly.

“You know that I love you right?” He asked, his voice soft.

He always asked that after even the lightest of intense moments. It was his way of assuring her that she was his equal. His love. His queen.

“I do, Seth, and I love you too,” She murmured and leaned in to press her lips to his.

He may spoil her with his money then fuck her like a toy...but he loved her. And she loved him.

[sillygoofyqueer]

There are like three different ways I could go with this mad scientist AU post. However, there is one way that I wanna go right now and it's MY AU so FUCK ALL Y'ALL you can wait for all of the Big Shots' (legal name for the sect leaders n such) reactions to Wei Wuxian (this is /silly I love you all I love you all I love you all I LOVE YOU ALL). Meng Yao is someone who has struggled for everything in life. He had watched his mother be abused and laughed at, dealing with it himself merely because she was a prostitute. He tried to fulfil her wishes and was kicked down the stairs of Golden Carp Tower, leaving him with a slight limp and chronic migraines. His mother died and there was nobody to mourn her but him. He was still desperate to have what the rest of the gentry had, and so he turned to the Nie Sect, as they seemed to let anyone in as long as they were willing to put in the effort. He clawed his way up through the ranks to where he is now, assisting Nie-Zongzhu with different tasks and being seen as his second-in-command, but he still deals with the barbed taunts and insults from everyone. He's pretty sure Jin Zixuan doesn't even know he exists.

Wei Wuxian appears in the camp and everyone is going crazy about it but, honestly, Meng Yao does NOT have time for that shit, okay? He has too much to worry about without thinking about what people are proclaiming to be a literal demon crawling around camp - plus, Nie-Zongzhu and Huaisang seem to trust him, so he can't be that bad. Even the Lans are chill with him despite their avid distaste of demonic cultivation (although, he's heard that whatever Wei Wuxian's been doing is far more complex than using living people). Lan Wangji can't seem to help but remain near the man, so it doesn't matter. Or whatever helps Meng Yao brush it off. He stays out of Wei Wuxian's way, and Wei Wuxian...well, he probably knows that he exists because Huaisang keeps trying to make them meet, but it doesn't matter! Too much to do.

With Wei Wuxian in camp, tensions are even higher than before, and because people can't take it out on their new 'ally', Meng Yao becomes even more of a punching bag for all of the different sects (not the Lan sect, because they don't feel uneasy with both Lan Wangji and Lan Xichen supporting Wei Wuxian). The only solace he can take from these things is that the Big Shots don't seem to be aware of their disciples' actions - especially not Jin Zixuan, who still doesn't know he exists. It's a little comforting to know that even though his half-brother's cronies are assholes (except Mianmian), the man himself doesn't seem to be one, just very socially awkward from careful observations carried out in the few moments of peace and quiet that he has. It's basically to the point where instead of craving his father's respect, he now wants Jin Zixuan's respect in his place!

It's another normal day of being a human punching bag as he tries to get work done, the typical aggression and snide insults from people who believe they're better and more important than him. He's just trying to check the stock of the Nie kitchen tents, and there's people jeering at him, being all "your mother was a prostitute!!" (okay I don't insult people who have prostitutes for mothers so I don't know any insults.) He's content to just ignore it, but a voice rings out after another one of these insults, being like "and what's wrong with that?" Enter Wei Wuxian, having just escaped his many handlers to nosy around the camp of his own accord and also to go see what spirits are lurking around. Everyone is like "oh SHIT." as they turn to see this guy who definitely LOOKS like a fucking demon.

The jackasses immediately start stumbling through an explanation about how prostitutes are lesser than the gentry - "my father was a servant. Do you see him as lesser?" NONONO, not like that, your father was obviously an honourable man, it's just prostitutes that are dishonourable - "What about the people who service prostitutes? I've heard Jin Guangshan does it often, is he dishonourable?" WELL, men have needs that need to be met - "but there would be nobody to 'meet' those 'needs' if prostitutes weren't around??" It's a necessary evil, you're just a boy - "please, let's cut the frivolity. You hate prostitutes but nobody would sleep with you if you didn't pay them so you just pretend to be better than them." Well!! How fucking dare you- "ooohhh my gods, fuck OFF you're pissing me OFF." Wei Wuxian learned all of this from prostitute ghosts because he respects women and wants to learn more about the world from them.

Obviously, the fuckers scarper off immediately because literally why did they even consider courting death, who stupid and wrong they were. Meanwhile, Meng Yao is in a state of shock because guys what do you mean that someone's actually coming to his defence about his mother's occupation, guys what do you mean, guys he had never prepared for anything like this before. GUYS. Wei Wuxian turns back to Meng Yao and is like "hi! Are you alright? Do you need me to kill those guys for you? I can make it look like an accident if I try hard enough." Meng Yao's internal monologue is basically "are you a god. What the fuck is going on. Oh my gods. What is. I didn't plan for this." Externally, he's like "I appreciate the offer, Wei-gongzi, but I'm afraid they would likely link their murders to me due to the fact that they often harass me."

Wei Wuxian has finally found someone outside of The Lads who can match his thinking (listen Lan Wangji hasn't talked enough yet okay give him a chance), and is delighted even as he says "don't underestimate me. I'll make it look like a suicide. Keep it in mind, and come to me if they start shit again." Then he hears a very familiar, very frustrated "WEI WUXIAN!!" from his beloved jiejie and goes "you never saw me" and fucking sprints off away from the yelling. Meng Yao is certain that he's had a fever dream or something because this guy just can't be real. Right? WRONG, Huaisang finally corners him and 'introduces' them properly, and Wei Wuxian goes "oh em gee it's you!! The offer's always on the table, Yao-di." And then he winks like they have a special little secret and Meng Yao has never felt more included in something in his life. He really likes Wei Wuxian.

[jibitzlesscrocs]

Could you write something with matt and plus size reader where she is actually very confident with her body and she really like herself, but maybe she reads a couple of hateful comments about her body and “not being pretty enough for matt” but she still doesn’t care about it she just finds it annoying but yet she doesn’t say anything to matt (maybe she just vents a little with nick) and matt overhears everything and he is the one that gets mad with the fans because it’s none of their business and they especially shouldn’t be rude with people and comment on other people body ecc, also matt being like super into reader being very confident she just knows she is that girl. Thanks if you’ll do it!❤️

i love you for this

matt sturniolo x reader

warning : mentions of fat shaming

my girl, beautiful girl

in which, reader gets hate and matt doesn’t fuck with that

You liked yourself.

No — you loved yourself.

You loved your body, the way you moved, the curves that danced when you walked. You loved dressing up in outfits that made people look twice, not because you needed validation, but because you knew you were a vision.

So when you and Matt started showing up in each other’s Instagram posts, and then each other’s lives, you weren’t surprised when people had opinions. Everyone always did.

Most of the comments were positive. Supportive. Cute.

But there were others.

“She’s pretty but not Matt-level pretty, if that makes sense.”

“Matt could pull any girl. I don’t get the hype.”

“Imagine being confident with that body. Couldn’t be me.”

You read them while sipping iced coffee in the kitchen, your phone leaning on the counter next to a half-eaten croissant. You didn’t flinch. Didn’t cry.

You rolled your eyes. “So boring,” you muttered.

Nick walked in, yawning, one pant leg pulled up to his knee. “What’s boring?”

You hesitated for a second, then shrugged. “Some people being idiots online. Talking about how Matt deserves someone more ‘his level’ or whatever. Because, you know—God forbid I’m hot and happy and not built like a hanger.”

Nick paused, then gave you a look. “Want me to say something savage and hilarious?”

“Always.”

He rubbed his eyes. “They’re just mad they couldn’t handle the body confidence. Like, if you showed up on their timeline wearing a sundress and a smile, their entire self-worth would collapse. You’re like…a walking confidence crisis.”

You laughed, actually laughed, and nudged him. “Okay, that was good.”

“What did Matt say?”

You blinked. “Nothing. He doesn’t know.”

Nick raised an eyebrow. “Why not?”

“Because it’s not a big deal. They’re strangers. I’m not gonna ruin his vibe because some trolls have body image issues.”

What you didn’t know — what neither of you knew — was that Matt had been in the hallway the whole time. Frozen. Listening.

And his vibe? Oh, it was ruined.

⸻

Later That Night

You found him sitting on his bed, hoodie on, brows furrowed, scrolling through his phone like it had personally offended him.

“Hey,” you said gently. “You okay?”

“Were you gonna tell me?” he asked, voice low. Controlled.

You blinked. “Tell you what?”

He looked up — eyes stormy. “About the comments.”

You froze. “Oh. You heard.”

“I heard,” he said, standing up. “I heard people talk shit about the most beautiful person I’ve ever met. I heard them insult the way you look like it’s any of their business. I heard you laugh it off like you didn’t care when I know damn well you shouldn’t even have to.”

You stepped closer. “Matt—”

“No, let me say this,” he interrupted, his voice rising. “It pisses me off that people think they get to have opinions on your body. On your worth. Like being with me is some prize to earn. Like you’re not the most magnetic person in every damn room.”

Your breath hitched.

He kept going, pacing now. “And the fact that you’re so confident—God, it drives me crazy. In the best way. You know you’re that girl. You don’t need me to tell you. But I want to. I want everyone to hear it.”

He turned to you then, eyes burning.

“You are gorgeous. And strong. And sexy. And the fact that you didn’t tell me because you didn’t want to make a big deal out of it? That’s even hotter, somehow.”

You smiled, soft and slow. “You’re really into me, huh?”

Matt exhaled like you’d knocked the wind out of him. “I’m obsessed with you.”

You didn’t say anything. Just walked right up to him and grabbed his hoodie, pulling him into a kiss that tasted like heat and relief and something dangerously close to love.

He kissed you like he was trying to memorize it — like every curve and sigh and press of lips was sacred. His hands didn’t hesitate. They settled on your waist like he’d been waiting to touch you properly forever. You deepened it, tilting your head, biting his lower lip gently until he groaned.

When you finally pulled back, breathless, he whispered against your mouth: “You know what I want to do next time someone says you’re not good enough for me?”

“What?”

“Post a picture of us kissing. Caption it: She’s way too good for me. Cry about it.”

You giggled. “Nick would die laughing.”

Matt grinned, then kissed you again, slower this time. Like you were something to be savored.

“I love how you love yourself,” he murmured, hands roaming your back. “I’ve never met anyone who made me want to love myself better, just by watching them do it so effortlessly.”

Your heart clenched. “You’re gonna make me cry.”

“Good. I want you to cry. Then I’ll kiss you ‘til you forget why you were crying.”

You rolled your eyes, smiling. “You’re ridiculous.”

“I’m ridiculously in love with you.”

You kissed him again. And again. And again — until the hurt faded, until the comments were just dust on the sidewalk behind you. Because the truth was, you were that girl. And he was your boy.

And no one on the internet got to touch that.

taglist: @courta13 , @sunkissedsturniolos , @ivysturnss

MAI’S STORE

requested ahh !!! i love this fic bc i feel seen in a way and writing this made me feel better about myself

[tryandbehappy]

so. let’s break down another episode and my edit (spoiler: i cried for several days, for real).

Nick and June hadn’t seen each other in so long, not since their epic bridge kiss. they missed each other like crazy, and so did we, because it had been half a season without them. we only got those little moments of June missing him so much she touches her neck (yes. it was about Nick. i knew it).

then when Luke suggested Nick might help, and June immediately started crying “he’ll do anything for me and for Nicole” i was gone. the way he just says his name and she starts crying? What ???? it wrecked me. she was trembling with how much she missed him.

the way she rides to meet him, full of anticipation. the way she closes her eyes in pure bliss when she hears his voice.

and then? they gave us art. i still don’t think any couple in tv history has ever been shot as beautifully as that window kiss. the lighting. the framing. the angles. the emotion. their faces. their breath. it was pure cinematic heaven. it’s easily one of my top kisses ever. in any media.

for the first time, Nick says “i should have run away with you” and June agrees. she says yes!!!! the tragedy of timing.

we’ve never seen Nick this broken. the way he looked at her and at their daughter, barely holding back tears, full of silent love and pain. it was unbearable. it was beautiful.

and then? “my beautiful girl” the doll!!!! the tenderness. i cannot even explain how hard i cried and at first i didn’t understand why i was crying so much. but later, in therapy (lmao I brought up Nick in therapy), i realized this episode triggered something deep. it brought up my own daddy issues. my own unresolved grief. i had locked it all away in a box, and this episode… it opened it. it broke me wide open. it made me feel things i didn’t even know were still inside me. i cried for days!!!!! Non stop 😂😭 (now I’m a better person because of it lol)

and this was also the first time he said “try and be happy” which becomes their code, their tragic love language. the phrase that means “i love you so much it hurts to even try without you.” the way June cries in the car after… the way she doesn’t choose freedom, because real freedom without him isn’t freedom at all. it’s emptiness.

and yes, we learn Nick is married but he hid it to not ruin their goodbye. and i think that was the right choice. he protected their moment. their one last moment.

and here’s another thing: June escapes to Canada. she’s finally free. but she’s not happy. she’s devastated. and that grief gave me the perfect canvas to highlight everything she’s said about love: that people don’t die from lack of sex, they die from lack of love. and in this episode, we see her coming back to life and dying again. because she loves Nick so deeply. and without that love, her life doesn’t feel whole. it gave me the chance to bring all those moments together and show what love means to her, the very core of her existence.

for the music for the edit i chose For you only by Trading Yesterday. because that song is devastating omg. it has this epic rise, and the lyrics “i am so far from home, for you only” 😭it’s perfect. it fits both of them. they’re both so far from each other, and all they want is to be together. and this video was my attempt to capture the heartbreak and longing of that truth.

i still can’t believe this episode exists. it feels like lightning in a bottle. no matter how the story ends, we had this. and i’ll never stop being grateful.

[midnight1nk]

I’m thinking about the way Four reacts to those gf asmrs again. You ever think about the way he just curls up and bursts into tears instantly no matter who’s around to see, despite his usual tendency to bottle up his feelings? He doesn’t even really let himself be visibly upset when trying to sacrifice himself or after losing the castle in IGBP! He makes himself give that whole speech to rally the crew because he feels like he has to be strong for them and that it’s his responsibility to cheer them up after causing all that

But the fact that just… the mere idea of being cuddled and told how good and sweet he is disarms him so much and sends him into that vulnerable state makes me think that when he starts going a little coo coo crazy genuinely just being embraced and cooed over when he’s getting like that would do wonders for that cuddlebug of a guy.

He wouldn’t allow himself to be all that openly distressed or vulnerable in IGBP but the idea of being cuddled and called a good boy makes him break down crying in a McDonalds parking lot. It’s like Four won’t be vulnerable unless comforted preemptively.

If someone would just hold him gently when he’s losing it the way he does and not let go until he calms down…

WAAA I just want to hold the little sweetheart comfy and let him cry it out for as long as he needs.

Please he needs to just be hugged and held for an extended period of time I just 🥺😭

Poor silly little man just needs someone to be relentlessly soft and gentle and affectionate with him I think. But a lot of the crew tends to either just let him be thinking he needs space or they try to get through to him by yelling. Like

Basically the more I think about it the more I agree: you’re very right about Boopkins being so right about love being the solution. Four really needs it.

you just gotta

YEAH YEAH

Like sure, 4 can be emotional/expressive at times, but when Crew needs him, he has to be there. Not by force/annoyance, but he cares so much about them that he's willing to push himself physically and mentally to be there. You can tell how much 4 was trying to hold himself together at the IGBP aftermath from the delivery at that final line was bittersweet, not of the determination he had before. Their home was gone, he had unintentionally hurt his friends while he was possessed, ofc he feels guilty about it all. Hell, it would've been totally understandable if he broke down crying right there. And he was close to doing so too, but he was needed as their spark of hope. If he fell, they all do.

I've always had a semi-headcanon that he would put a brave face for the people around him and deliver some optimism whenever he can, but he lets himself be vulnerable when he's out of sight.

So, for me at least, it makes absolute sense why he would have a breakdown listening to those videos. After all, it is ASMR. It's literally like having someone right next to your ear, it's intimate (in the non-romantic sense btw). It would be just 4 and his phone, both metaphorically and literally, bc he would be listening to it when he's alone, except the one time in "SMG4 Simulator" when 3 was there. He would like to be comforted, to be hugged and cared for by someone. Without judgment, without anyone needing him to be strong. Let it all out.

Let's be real, it really is realistic if you think about it. Some of us want to express our emotions so we can feel better, but since we are so used to holding them in, we don't know how to release them in a natural and/or healthy manner. Sometimes it takes a sport to express frustration or anger, or watching a sad video/movie to cry. For 4, it's listening to those asmrs so he can allow himself to be vulnerable. He would like someone to be there to be there for him, but this would have to do.

And that's the thing, it actually worked outside of the whole asmr tactic: 3's speech in IGBP. The whole time, the Crew was either leaving him alone or yelling at him to snap out of it. But the one time they didn't was when 3 was showing empathy, in a comforting and gentle voice. Ofc the Crew's movements were limited by the goo but I guarantee you they would've gone up to him, and hugged him or put a hand on his shoulder. All 4 needed was love.

(also the fact that 3 does do asmr but moving on.) oh boy, if IGBP 2 is gonna happen, all of this is going to come back somehow. And it would've been crazy if they put the asmr in there somehow.

anyway, can we just give him hug please? I would just hold him and let him cry, he could really use it 🥺💙 *looks at my saviors in blue checklist* yeah, that makes sense. I mean, I did have the "white lily cliffside" hc for a reason

thanks for the ask!