and neither did she

anonymous asked:

i really hope the show doesn't go down the let's redeem a rapist route again. i know you're a regina stan but she is canonically a rapist and she never paid for her crime and neither did zelena and both of them became heroes, were redeemed. like for once the show needs to actually punish and not reward the rapist (in both previous cases the victim also wound up dead and one of them by the hand of their rapist no less)

just so we’re clear this isn’t an attack on you because you’re a regina stan, i’m not coming into your inbox to upset you or whatever but the wish!hook situation of getting deceived into sleeping with gothel/the non con thing there just reminded me of how poorly rape/sexual assault storylines were handled before, the show has a bad track record and this is one of regina’s crime, it’s not the only one and i don’t think it’s wrong to talk about it in context

Okay dear… let’s talk about the show and it’s terrible track record with sexual consent.

Regina and Graham:  The writers have explicitly said that she didn’t rape Graham because she didn’t use his heart for that.  This shows a clear lack of understanding of how consent works because he didn’t have a choice but to be with her.  She is a rapist.  There are arguments to be made that she as an absolute monarch had sexual rights to him.  I don’t think the writers thought that far into it.  I think they were giggling too much about him being a sex slave (Kitsis does so in the 1.22 episode commentary).  There are questionable circumstances in how much choice he had in Storybrooke as well.  The writers say he had free will.  But he also didn’t know who she was and she did.

Regina and Leopold:  There are those who believe Regina had a choice to walk away from the marriage after she pushed Cora through the mirror.  I do not believe that is realistic given Rumple’s interest in her and the consequences we know a young woman like her would face if she humiliated the king.  We do know that Leopold was prepared to do Bad Things™ to a man who gave her hope for love years later so he doesn’t seem like a man who would have taken that well.  His jealousy is also evidence that the anti-Regina head canon that she never had sex with Leopold is wrong.  In this case people making the extraordinary claim that a husband never slept with his wife are the ones who have to show proof not the people who are arguing the much more likely thing that a man doesn’t marry a woman a third his age to play chess with her.  Especially one who is fully aware that he’s marrying his former lover’s daughter.  Given her reaction and the fact that someone doesn’t rape a man as their first sexual act then Regina was also raped.  Now the culture of the Enchanted Forest seems to be that a husband has the right to sex with his wife.  But if we’re going to play that cultural card to excuse Leopold you have to accept the one that says the Queen has the right to the bodies of her subjects with Graham.  And none of us really wants to be that terrible a person do we?

Anyone who had sex during the curse with someone they wouldn’t ordinarily have slept with is an issue of sexual consent to be laid at the feet of anyone involved in the curse casting (i.e. Regina and Rumple).

Rumple’s relationship with Lacey and any sexual intercourse they had while he was not attempting to wake her up is highly questionable given that he was awake and aware that this is not who Belle would want to be.  He knows TLK isn’t going to work so it’s very sketchy.

Emma and Neal’s relationship relies entirely on knowing Neal’s age at the time of their relationship.  Which we do not know.  A prop wanted poster which is full of factually inaccurate information is not evidence.  Nor is what age MJR “looked” because JMo didn’t look 17 either.

Hook’s references to penetration during a fight that were played off as a joke by Colin don’t change the context of the writing was a rape threat.  He also allows Rumple to believe Milah is being gang raped by his crew.  And then there is the infamous line about using alcohol to get women to have sex being one of his tactics.  Hook did commit objective sexual assault when he was arrested after he kissed Emma in New York.  There is no “I was trying for TLK” lope holes if we’re excluding the cultural ones from the Enchanted Forest.  

Zelena kissed Rumple while he was her prisoner.  We know they didn’t have sex but the fact that Rumple was “playing along” in an attempt to escape doesn’t change the ickiness of it.  She objectively raped Robin which the show came as close to anyone as actually identifying as rape even though they never said the word.  But once her victim was no longer in the picture the show largely ignored it.  Long term consequences?  What’s that?

Arthur raped, drugged, and imprisoned Guinevere for apparently years.  He never paid a consequence for that and we were never even told if she was freed from that spell.

Gothel raped Wish Hook without apparent consequence.

But all of the above is in a context where …

Emma never faced any consequences for ripping out Violet’s heart, for sending Regina off to die, for allowing her family to think they’d failed her.

Snow and David never faced any consequences for kidnapping and assaulting a baby. 

Regina is walking free after countless murders.

Rumple is walking free after even more countless murders than Regina.

Hook is walking free after centuries of looting and pillaging which also involves… murdering.  He also didn’t face any consequences for murdering Merlin.  And Emma faced none for covering up for his murder.

The only main cast members who don’t belong in prison as far as I can tell are Belle and Henry.

This is not a show where anyone faces consequences.  Stop demanding that women face them in particular.  Realize this is not a show where punishment and revenge are considered good things especially after the character has changed their behavior.

The writers have never and will never deal with sexual assault in a respectful or sane manner.  

  • Veronica: Alright, from now on, we're going by code names. I want you all to call me by "Eagle 1".
  • Veronica: Archie, you'll be "Been There, Done That".
  • Veronica: When we refer to Betty, she'll be, "Currently Doing That".
  • Veronica: Cheryl, you're "It Happened Once In A Dream".
  • Veronica: Josie, you'll be "If I Had To Pick A Pussycat".
  • Veronica: And Jughead
  • Veronica:
  • Veronica: You'll be "Eagle 2".
  • Jughead: Oh thank God
The Reader and the Writer (Part 3)

Originally posted by juptern

Part one here    Part two here

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Pairing: Jughead x Reader

Description: The reader returns, and she offers the writer some explanations that he’s been waiting for

Warnings: none

Word count: 1,041

A/N: It’s here! I am so so so sorry for making you guys wait this long, I had so much going on this week and I had barely any time to write at all. I hope this makes up for it, enjoy!


Jughead didn’t expect for (Y/N) to return to Pop’s; in fact, he thought she’d leave town.  However, the following night he was proven wrong when she walked in and sat across him in their usual booth.

“You’re here,” he stated. (Y/N) quirked an eyebrow.

“You expected otherwise?” she inquired, crossing her arms.

“Well, to be fair, I hadn’t seen you in about a month before yesterday,” Jughead defended himself.  (Y/N) sucked in a breath and went to contradict him, but she realized he was right, so she shut her mouth.  They sat in silence, both of them avoiding eye contact with each other.  Finally, (Y/N) sighed and broke the quiet.

“So I’m guessing you want to talk about it,” she said, not even bothering to pull out a book.  Jughead nodded as he closed his laptop.

“I think I deserve a bit more information than the fact that you were born in Riverdale,” he grumbled.

“You do,” she agreed.

“So why did you think that was important to tell me?” Jughead began the interrogation. “Out of all the things to say to stop me from leaving, why that?”

“Well it worked, didn’t it?” (Y/N) attempted to joke, but Jughead didn’t even crack a smile.  She sighed and continued.  "I don’t know, because that’s the beginning. I’m a reader, Jug, I like to start at the beginning of a story.“

"And so your beginning started here.”

“Yes.”

“But then you moved somewhere else?” Jughead asked.  (Y/N) nodded.  "Why?“

"Because we had to,” she responded.  "My parents were… unpleasant people, to say the least.  Bad people tend to mingle, and thus my parents met the Blossoms.“  Jughead’s head perked up at the mention of the family.

"The Blossoms?” he echoed.  "As in Jason Blossom?“

"No, the other notorious Blossom family in Riverdale,” she rolled her eyes, sarcasm oozing from every word.  "Yes, Jason Blossom’s family.“  Jughead’s silence signaled for her to continue.  “My family and their family had this long-lasting feud for as long as I can remember.”

“So is that why you left?” he asked.  “Because of the feud?”

“Yes,” she answered tentatively, “and no.  It’s complicated.  You see, I didn’t leave Riverdale with my parents.”  (Y/N) paused for a moment, biting her lip.  “My parents were murdered.”  Jughead’s eyes widened as he realized the severity of her situation.

“The Blossoms did it?” he immediately assumed.  (Y/N) shook her head.

“Not that we know of,” she replied.  “They never figured out who did it.  Yes, the Blossoms were high on the suspect list, but personally, I don’t think it was them.  They’re too snobbish to actually murder someone.”  The pair fell into a silence, Jughead attempting to soak up all the information he was just given.  (Y/N) lazily glanced around the dinner, scanning the strangers’ faces.

“Why’d you come back?” Jughead spoke up.  (Y/N)’s eyes flicked back to his face.

“They were about to sell our old home,” she shrugged.  “My aunt was infuriated, so she packed up all our things and moved here.” Jughead had so many more questions swirling around his mind, but when he observed (Y/N)’s face, he saw how tired and deflated she looked.

“I’m sorry,” he apologized, “this is too much for you.  I shouldn’t have pressured you to tell me everything at once.”

“No, it’s fine,” she insisted, shaking her head.  “I want to tell you, I… you deserve to know.”  Jughead reached across the table, grabbed (Y/N)’s hand, and gazed at her in a manner she couldn’t quite distinguish.  He didn’t say anything, and neither did she.  They just sat there in the booth, on a quiet day in Pop’s, Jughead holding (Y/N)’s hand and she was letting him.  Without speaking, she understood what he was trying to tell her: there was nothing left to say.


For the next two weeks, neither Jughead nor (Y/N) said anything to each other.  They still went to Pop’s every night, and they sat together at the same booth.  But (Y/N) always had a book, and Jughead always had his laptop.  Frequently, when one of them wasn’t looking, the other would glance up and stare for just a moment.

On a slow Tuesday, Veronica entered Pop’s.  She was only there to pick up the food she and her mom had ordered, but she noticed (Y/N) and Jughead sitting together at a booth, and so she sped over there.

“You’re back,” she noted, sitting down next to (Y/N).  She glanced up, putting Frankenstein down, and shot Veronica a timid smile.

“I’ve been back for a few weeks,” she responded.  Veronica furrowed her eyebrows.

“Really?” she questioned, shifting her gaze to Jughead.  He didn’t look up from his computer.  (Y/N) awkwardly nodded, turning back to her novel.  Veronica glanced back and forth between (Y/N) and Jughead, waiting for one of them to say something.  “Do you guys ever talk?”

“It’s not always necessary,” Jughead replied, rolling his eyes.

“Well yeah,” Veronica shrugged, “but you guys are dead silent.  Neither of you have spoken to each other since I got here.”  When neither of them replied to her comment, Veronica understood that she was unwanted and left.

The two sat in silence for another hour before Jughead interrupted it by slamming his laptop shut.

“Okay, I’ve spent two weeks thinking about what to say,” he started, catching (Y/N)’s attention.  She lifted her eyes from her book and stared at Jughead, puzzled.  “But I don’t know.  I don’t know what to say!  How do I respond to the fact that your parents were murdered?”

“You don’t have to sa-”

“Yes I do!” Jughead interjected.  “Because we’re… friends, we’re friends.  And I’m supposed to say something to make you feel better.”  (Y/N) tilted her head sideways as she gazed at Jughead, trying to think of a reply.

“You still have a question,” she finally said, “don’t you?  And you didn’t want to say anything else because you didn’t want to tempt your own curiosity.”

“No,” Jughead shook his head, “no, I-”

“Just ask,” (Y/N) stopped him.  “Just ask me, Jug.”  He inhaled sharply, and examined her face.  There was no doubt, no hesitation; just determination with a hint of anger. Jughead sighed, giving into (Y/N)’s, and his own curiosity’s, demands.

“What’s your real name?”

Part four here

Half-Blood Princess

Characters: Dean Winchester x Sister!Reader, Sam Winchester x Sister!Reader, Hannah (Twin Sister)

Length: 2466+ words

TW: Descriptions of Injuries. Character death. Just sadness and angst all over (I made myself cry writing this tbh)

A/N: I’m sorry (but not really sorry) for all the angst. Feedback is encouraged!

Part 1     Part 2     Part 3


Being half a Winchester usually never ended well. With Adam being in a cage- it was safe to say that if you’re not a full-blooded Winchester, your fate is very bleak. Very, very bleak. You on the other hand, never believed this. Neither did your twin sister, Hannah. When your mom died, she gave you the address of a Bobby Singer who then introduced you to your brothers- well, half brothers, Dean and Sam Winchester. They were one of the strongest men you’ve ever met in your life, and to say you weren’t a little bit intimidated was a lie.

You and Hanna were complete polar opposite. She was outgoing, and very easy to talk to; whereas, you were a bit on the shyer side, always anxious about saying the wrong things. But you got along pretty well. She understood you, and always tried to do her best to make you comfortable. Despite being quieter, it didn’t mean you were bad company. You had a lot of friends who thought you were the life of the party- well, before you moved to the other end of the country. Life with your brothers wasn’t exactly what you were expected. They bonded so well with Hannah (as expected), and you could see yourself becoming distant from them.

It wasn’t until they started training you two to hunt that you saw the clear favouritism towards your sister. You were equally as good as Hannah when it came to picking up the skills that your brothers taught you, but you were never praised. You were never given a high five, and offered to go out for your favourite treat. You were absolutely sure your brother had no malice intentions when doing these things. It was just your personality.

Dean was an extrovert through and through. You thought you could win him over through your cooking, but apparently he didn’t like anyone else working in the kitchen but him. By the time you found out his love for pie, he had already banned you from using the kitchen.

Sam was good-natured, and you were sure that you and him would get along very well. But, Sam was too excited at the prospect of a sister that he became more of an extrovert as well. He wanted to socialize, go out, and do things with his little sister.

It’s not like you hated going out or anything. You were fond of spending time with your family, but socializing drained you, and you were already quiet from the beginning. It was hard to get close to your new brothers when all they wanted to do was outgoing activities, but you did try.

You sat in when Dean was fixing his Baby or washing her, but he didn’t like the silence, so in the end he turned on his music. That’s when Hannah came in. She made a joke about his taste in music which he took full offense to, and she started asking questions about his car, and next thing you knew, he was teaching her everything about Baby- forgetting that you were even there.

With Sam it was a little easier. He was better to be around since you both were avid readers. You sometimes would read with him, but that left no room for communication, and you were left with a gap between you and your brother. There was one time where he wanted to go to the library, and you wanted to go as well, but that was until Dean piped in, and said that he wanted to go alone so he could ask the cute librarian out. Immediately, you backed out- not wanting to latch onto him when he wanted some alone time.

Cases like this kept happening, and it was harder to try. Too much time has passed, and you got nowhere closer to your brother than when you first met.

Then, there was the day that changed everything.

Keep reading

Young Avengers Trailer Pitch

FADE IN.

We start with a quick shot of the current Avengers (in a possible future MCU line-up) being captured. 


Next up, we are in a dark basement, where MARIA HILL and CLINT BARTON are meeting up, both look tired and banged up. CLINT is wearing a hearing aid, has a white strip over his broken nose and his chugging a big cup of coffee.

CLINT: So what now?

MARIA: There’s something you need to see.

She drops a bunch of files on top of the table he’s sitting at. 

ENTER MUSIC AND MARVEL LOGO.


We see BILLY sitting on the buss, red hoodie thrown over his head, headphones on, blackened eye.

MARIA (Voice Over): William Kaplan. Code name: Wiccan. He’s a reality warper.

Shot of BILLY talking to CLINT in some diner. 

CLINT: Are you even actually wicca?

BILLY makes a funny face and shrugs, shaking his head. Next shot, BILLY is flying through the air, hands shining blue as lightning crackles around him. 


MARIA (VO): Thomas Shephard. Goes by Speed. 

TOMMY, identical to BILLY, sips around a room full of bad guys like a blur, stops in a corner, leaning cheekily against the wall.

TOMMY: You guys didn’t think I’d let you have all the fun without me, did you?


MARIA (VO): Teddy Altman.

CLINT: Hulkling?

TEDDY sits on a couch, arm wrapped around BILLY comfortably. 

MARIA (VO): Kree-Skrull hybrid, shapeshifter. 

Quick shots of TEDDY in his green alien form, flying around, fighting aliens; punches through them with a roar. Next up, a CLOSE UP of BILLY looking shocked.

BILLY (aroused): Whoa.


MARIA: Next, there’s Hawkeye.

CLINT looks confused.

MARIA: Kate Bishop.

CLINT: You mean like Hawk-girl or Hawkete.

MARIA: No. Hawkeye. 

Shot of KATE, looking preppy and beautiful with purple sunglasses. She smirks, arching an eyebrow. 

KATE: Believe me, I’m the better Hawkeye.

Quick shot of KATE, jumping though the air and shooting arrows, looking badass. 

We return to the first shot of her in civilian clothes.

KATE: Barton’s got nothing on me.

CLINT drops the files on the table with a grunt. 

CLINT: You gotta be kidding me. Who’s next.


MARIA (dropping the next file in front of him): Miss America Chavez.

CLINT (arching an eyebrow): Related to Cap?

MARIA: Who knows? We’re still not sure where she came from, or exactly what she can do.

Appears AMERICA, dressed in stars and stripes. Slams her fist against the ground, making it tremble with waves. She flies off to punch a bad guy. When she turns to the next one, her eyes light up but don’t see any of her star portals yet.

Shot of the YOUNG AVENGERS sitting together in some sort of lair. KATE sends AMERICA a look. 

KATE: So what’s your deal?

AMERICA (with a wink): Wouldn’t you like to know, Princess.


Back to the basement with CLINT and MARIA.

CLINT: Who the hell put this kids together?

MARIA quietly hands him one last file.

We see the YOUNG AVENGERS back at the same lair. Someone stands in front of them. We see CASSIE LANG facing them, suited up in an Ant-Man suit.

CASSIE: I need your help to find my father… Are you in?

The YOUNG AVENGERS share a confused look. BILLY, nervous, finally takes a step forward and nods.

BILLY: We’ll stand with you.

CASSIE smiles.


Series of shots of the YOUNG AVENGERS in battle against assorted bad guys (humans, aliens, monsters).


Next, we see a young boy with dark hair and green eyes, standing in front of them, both hands behind his back.

LOKI: You are going to need help in this new endeavor of yours. I could provide some assistance.

AMERICA pushes her way to the front of the group to face the kid, a glare set on her face.

AMERICA: Oh, no way we’re falling for that, Chico.

BILLY: America, c’mon, he’s just a kid.

LOKI smiles, pulling out his hands behind his back. His fingers sparkle green. Without missing a beat, AMERICA punches him hard, sends him crashing back through several walls.

AMERICA: No. He’s not.


More shots of the YOUNG AVENGERS fighting. Next, a wide shot of them standing in front of an entire army of aliens, flying towards them. CLINT is standing with them, next to KATE.

CLINT: Okay, this looks bad.

TEDDY: Guys! We need a plan!

AMERICA: Punch everyone.

BILLY: Uh…

New quick glimpses of them in battle.


CUT TO THE TITLE CARD: YOUNG AVENGERS.


TOMMY: No way are we calling ourselves that.


We see CASSIE growing suddenly for the first time. The rest of them gasp as she towers over them. 

BILLY: I didn’t know you could do that!

CASSIE: Neither did I- Watch out!

She moves quickly to step on a group of aliens that were about to attack them. 

TOMMY: Yeah! That’s what I’m talking about!

FADE OUT.

prompt: “oh my god! you’re in love with him!” “have you lost your fucking mind?” “did i enter an alternate universe or did you really just crack a smile for me?” “i’ve seen the way you look at me when you think i don’t notice” + “come over here and make me”

pairing: bucky x reader

word count: 1.7k+

prompt list: click here

warnings: minor swearing, confrontation

a/n: this is cute + my requests are open

“So, are you gonna tell him or should I do the deed?”

The sound of Steve’s voice snapped Y/N back to reality. She hastily tore her gaze away from the screen of her laptop, allowing it travel across the room to where the blonde super soldier was attempting to clean his shield, not even looking at her.

They were the only people in the room so he couldn’t have been talking to anyone else. Despite this, Steve’s eyes were elsewhere and his tone was so nonchalant Y/N could almost pretend she didn’t know what he meant. But she did.

She cleared her throat, lifting her laptop from her lap and pulling her legs underneath her. She balanced the device on the arm rest instead and attempted to act as though she had no clue what Steve was talking about.

“Tell who, what?” She murmured, pretending her focus was solely on the screen of her laptop even though she could already feel her heart speeding up. 

“You know damn well what I’m talking about.”

Y/N watched from the corner of her eye as Steve examined the now clean shield and propped it against the side of the sofa. He proceeded to throw his arm over the many cushions piled next to him and finally looked towards her.

When Y/N didn’t answer, Steve narrowed his eyes in nothing but annoyance. Y/N was being so damn stubborn it was slowly driving him insane.

“You’ve been avoiding him for weeks, Y/N. Every time he enters the room, you turn tomato red and make up some lame excuse about how you have to go. It’s getting kind of tiring,” Steve argued and Y/N sighed. Steve had been pestering her about her crush on Bucky for at least a month now; ever since she drunkedly told him about her feelings, he’s been urging her to confess to Bucky. The only problem was, Y/N didn’t exactly feel like making the first move. So, until the time Bucky would maybe develop a crush on her; or maybe until the time Y/N finally gained some courage, she’d stay away from him and try to repress her annoying feelings. It was a good plan and so far she’d been pretty successful at sticking to it.

“I mean, come on,” Steve continued. “He came to my room a few nights ago to ask if you were alright. He even considered the option of you being mad at him, but then he realised there was nothing he had done wrong.”

Y/N huffed in annoyance. “Just drop it, Steve.”

“I’m not gonna drop it until you finally tell him.” Steve crossed his arms over his chest, cocked one brow and looked at her expectantly. 

In response, Y/N shut her laptop closed and stared back at him venomously. 

“What the hell do you expect me to say to him, huh? It’s not that simple if you haven’t noticed.”

Oh my god! You’re in love with him, Y/N! It’s pretty fucking simple. You say three words, you kiss him, and it’s done. Dusted.”

Y/N was up on her feet in under a second.

“Are you out of your fucking mind?”

Before Steve could register what was happening, Y/N was tackling him on the sofa and clamping her hand over his mouth. Steve was mumbling something about watching her language into her palm and trying to fight her off, but Y/N had him pinned down. She wouldn’t have done it if it weren’t for the sound of footsteps coming from down the hall and she wasn’t exactly thrilled with the idea of the whole team knowing about her silly little crush.

“Who’s out of their mind?” 

She rolled off of Steve and pretended nothing had happened. Bruce was now in the room, and behind him was Nat and Buck. They had clearly just returned from the city; bags of purchases in their hands and Nat was explaining something to Bucky until Bruce had interrupted.

“Steve, but that’s not news to anyone,” Y/N rolled her eyes and Steve scoffed behind her. He pushed himself up and sent Y/N a warning look before walking over to Bruce.

“What did you guys do?”

He curled his finger around the top of one of the bags Bruce had set down on the chaise lounge and glanced inside. Y/N looked towards Bucky.

“A lot, lot of shopping,” Bruce answered. “We’ve been so busy lately we completely forgot to prepare for our vacation next week.”

Steve nodded in understanding. 

“There’s still a bunch of bags in the trunk. Wanna help me out?” The blonde soldier nodded and followed Bruce towards the exit.

“I’ll take my bags to my room and I’ll be right down!” Nat called after them. She gave Y/N a small smile, turned on her heel and headed in the opposite direction.

It was just Y/N and Bucky.

A moment of awkward silence ensued.

“So, what did Steve do?” Bucky asked after a while, toying with the set of keys in his hands. He was wearing jeans and a sweater, no shoes. He probably ran into Bruce and Nat in the hallway upon their return because there was no sign of shopping bags in his hands and he honestly looked like he had just woken up from a nap.

“Steve’s just… being his annoying self,” she answered with a shrug of her shoulders. Y/N slowly pushed herself up from the sofa, walked back to her previous spot and picked up her laptop. She was just about to head back to her room when Bucky’s voice stopped her.

“You’re leaving already?”

She swallowed loudly. “I guess so.”

“Come on, Y/N,” Bucky looked at her pleadingly. “We haven’t hung out in what feels like forever. You’ve been avoiding me for weeks and we haven’t spoken for longer than a minute in, what, two months?”

“I’ve just been… busy.”

Sure,” he responded, and Y/N could tell he didn’t believe her. It wasn’t a surprise. Her lie wasn’t in the least bit convincing.  

“I miss you, you know?” He told her in a voice so soft it made her insides hurt. “I miss you coming into my room at midnight to talk and just, like, watching movies and stuff. Steve hates slasher films and you know I don’t like watching them alone.”

Y/N felt the corner of her lips curling up into an amused little grin. Steve really did hate slasher movies and every time he’d walk in on Y/N and Buck watching one, he’d groan and leave the room as fast as he had entered it. 

“There we go,” Bucky chuckled. “Did I enter an alternate universe or did you really just crack a smile for me?”

Y/N hugged the laptop to her chest and rolled her eyes playfully.

“Oh, shut up,” she laughed, and Bucky did, too. “I don’t know, Buck. I don’t really have time for anyone lately. I’m all over the place.”

Buck’s brows knitted together and he shifted his weight from one leg to the other. 

“Really?” He asked. “Because it seems to me you have plenty of time for everyone, just not me.”

Y/N released a nervous little sigh. “It’s… complicated.”

She watched as Bucky threw the keys Nat had previously handed him onto the shelf and walked around the sofa to collapse onto it. Y/N didn’t say anything and neither did Bucky for a while. Not until she turned to leave again.

“You know, I’ve seen the way you look at me when you think I don’t notice.”

Y/N stopped dead in her tracks and turned her head to look at Bucky over her shoulder. He was already staring back at her, his arms draped over the back of the sofa on either side of him, and a satisfied grin across his lips. He had her full attention and he was more than happy with that.

A second passed before Y/N turned around to face him fully. She was doing everything in her power to keep her expression neutral.

“I’ve no idea what you’re talking about,” she muttered, but she was clearly avoiding his gaze, her eyes glued to the shopping bags scattered across the floor.

“I think you do,” Bucky smirked knowingly and Y/N almost gulped. Damn, maybe she wasn’t as good at this whole repressing and hiding thing as she had initially thought. Maybe it was time to come up with a different strategy.

“You like me,” the brunette stated matter-of-factly and Y/N tried to look shocked at his assumption, she really did, but some time between Buck chuckling and her trying to gasp, failing, and ending up coughing, she only ended up looking silly. 

“No, I don’t,” she lied pathetically and Bucky laughed again. It wasn’t a mocking sort of laughter; more of a “I can’t believe how bad you are at lying” sort of laughter and Y/N felt like she had been punched in the gut.

“Yes, you do. Steve confirmed this for me, and now I know he was right.”

Y/N pretended to look annoyed. “Steve is an idiot.”

“Damn right, he is. But you like me,” he argued, and Y/N wanted to groan out loud. Her cheeks were burning red and she wanted to hide in a dark room somewhere where no one could find her.

“Shut up,” she told him, trying her best to be serious, but her pink cheeks had Bucky laughing even more. He thought she was cute, and even though Y/N tried to seem tough, with Bucky it wasn’t all that easy.

“I won’t,” Bucky challenged. “I won’t unless you come over here and make me.”

Y/N stood her ground. “I’m not coming anywhere near you because you’re a fucking imbecile.”

“An imbecile, you say? Is that what you should call the guy you’re in love with?” His left brow was cocked and the amused grin across his face was so infuriating Y/N wanted nothing more than to wipe it off of that smug little face of his. But she remained quiet and after a while Bucky stood up again. He walked towards her, and sent her a cheeky little smile.

He was just about to walk past her and leave when her voice stopped him.

“You’re not gonna let me live this down, are you?”

Bucky laughed, and the sound was both endearing and irritating at the same time.

“Not until you find the courage to ask me out on a date,” he answered casually, his left eye dropping into a teasing wink. “I’ll be in my room when you do.”


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* Toriel sings a beautiful lullaby

* But Chara is already sleeping

If it ever feels like there’s too much joy in your life, just imagine Toriel digging her child’s grave and burying them, alone.

The lullaby Toriel’s singing, if you’re curious.

the saga of is it a fic or are they headcanons continues.

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  • so michelle starts to get buddy buddy with ned and peter, ish.
  • she starts to actually kind of like ned, even if he sometimes puts his foot in his mouth sometimes. but they argue about the merits of comic books as a form of literature and he teaches her some words in tagalog and she learns how to call peter a son of a bitch so she’s pretty entertained.
  • but the weird things just keep piling up with peter.
  • he rushes off at random times, freezes whenever she asks him where he’s going, shows up to school with cuts and bruises looking like he’s been fighting in an underground boxing ring. she even saw him go into the chemistry lab the other day at lunch time even though they both took chemistry last year and he’s taking biology now.
  • he just does really weird things sometimes and michelle can’t help but notice.
  • michelle also can’t help but notice that spiderman is becoming more and more popular. people sell t-shrits, masks, shot glasses, tote bags. everything, basically. and maybe one day michelle might spend a little too much time looking at a t-shirt with a picture of spiderman in all his toned, muscly glory. but she just shakes her head and keeps moving.
  • she gets curious about him, though. where did he come from? who is he? why is he doing this? why did he sound oddly familiar in DC when he saved her friends?
  • and then one day she’s walking home from school after academic decathlon and she missed the bus which is totally her fault for staying later after practice to chat with peter and ned about the upcoming weekend and how their plans to construct a lego version of the starship enterprise were so utterly boring she could barely stand to listen to them. (and weren’t people supposed to choose star wars or star trek? was that not a thing? not that she cares about things peter likes. well, peter AND ned. anyway.)
  • she’s turning a corner when she sees someone out of the corner of her eyes. there is a man on the opposite side of the street walking several yards back from here. it could be nothing. but she’s also been taught to always be on high alert. so she grips her backpack to her body a bit tighter and walks a little faster down the street, cursing herself for not taking the more populated albeit slightly longer route home.
  • she continues down the street when she notices the man cross the street so that he’s on the same side of the road as she and at that point she just starts running. better that he thinks she’s odd if he isn’t following her than be caught if he is trying to catch her. she sprints down the street and turns another corner as she looks back to check if the man is following her and then bam. she’s on the ground, gripping the shoulder that practically crashed into a brick wall.
  • “oh my goodness, are you okay?” she sighs and looks at the owner of the panicked voice and she is left speechless. it’s…well, it’s spiderman.

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The third time Eleven run away was on the 23rd of May, 1985.

Mike Wheeler thought he had dealt with his father’s lack of care long time ago, but that day was just too much. Way too much.

An F on a test he really studied hard for, he really tried, but couldn’t focus enough, due to one of the panic attacks that he started having after the events of last year, and constant anxiety.

But, of course, his father didn’t know. Neither did his mom for that matter. Lately she was acting almost as distant as her husband, with the difference that she seemed weirdly joyful.

Mike knew he couldn’t just spend his life worrying, but he couldn’t help it. He was constantly worried - terrified - that one afternoon he’ll find the cabin empty. He was anxious all the time, unless he called Will and heard that he was okay. He worried about his parents marriage, that was less of a marriage with every passing day. He worried about Nancy, who was studying so hard for exams she barely slept. He worried about Holly, that she has to grow up in the atmosphere of either constant silence or constant arguments. He even worried about Steve, everytime he looked at his face when Nancy was around.

Mike Wheeler was worried about everything.

Lucas once told him that he should sometimes think about himself, but how he was supposed to stop caring? He wasn’t like his father. He cared.

And when Ted Wheeler finally decided to pay some attention to his only son and it turned out to be scolding for messing up a test, Mike had enough.

‘I get it, you are not really a sports kind of person. But can’t you just get good grades, as it seems to be the only thing you can do properly, at least it used to be?’

He wasn’t even yelling. Mike wished he would yell, just once. It would at least mean he gave a shit.

He felt like he was six again, his father bitterly disappointed that he didn’t find pleasure in kicking a ball around.

'Shouldn’t you do something other than reading your books all day?’ he heard when he was ten.

When he was eleven, the only response to his excited statement, that he and his friends won the science contest was an unfocused gaze, a nod and bored 'That’s great, son.’.

When he was thirteen, he stopped trying. When his son was thirteen, Ted Wheeler didn’t care that he woke up crying almost every night. Neither did he care that the shadows under Mike’s eyes seemed to grow with every passing day. He didn’t care enough to ask why he was mean to teachers. He didn’t bother to ask, once, if Mike was okay.

He preferred to assume he was, because that meant he didn’t have to do anything. That he didn’t have to be a father.

So now, Mike suddenly realised that he was not okay.

'OKAY, OKAY, SO WHAT IF I STUDY ALL THE TIME, GET THE BEST GRADES?! YOU WOULDN’T BE PROUD OF ME EVEN IF I MADE SCHOOL BASEBALL TEAM! YOU DON’T GIVE A SHIT! STOP PRETENDING YOU’RE MY FATHER!’

'Michael!’ no yelling. No hurt on his face. Calm, stern voice, reprimand.

And Mike wanted to hurt him, wanted to make him feel the way he felt for nearly fourteen years, but he still didn’t care.

So he fled. He quickly put on his torn sneakers and ran, slamming the door behind him.

He ran until his lungs and muscles burned. He ran, going past the town’s centre, he ran far, to the deserted alley. He wanted to scream, to punch something, he was angry, so angry…

'Hey, Wheeler! ’ he heard a menacing voice. He set his jaw, turning around to face Troy.

'What do you want?’ he growled.

'What got you so worked up, Frogface? Missing your freak of a girlfriend?’

'Shut your mouth!’

'Or what? You’re going to punch me? Maybe I would be afraid if you were trying to throw a ball five feet away from me. ’

Troy’s cronies chuckled, approaching him.

'Hey, Wheeler, I’m actually curious. How does it feel to be such a failure that even freaks run away from you?’ he grinned with disgusted expression.

Mike’s fist flew first.

***

When Mike didn’t come over as soon as the school ended, she was disappointed.

When he didn’t answer her first supercom call, she was worried.

When he didn’t answer next five, she put on her blindfold and a hooded sweatshirt she stole from him a two days ago, focusing on his scent and warmth she could almost still feel.

Then she saw him, in the void, pushed onto the wall, his lip split, that mouthbreather towering over him, she was out of the door in seconds.

***

'You really thought you could beat me up, Wheeler?’ Troy chuckled, punching him in the stomach. Mike gasped for air. 'Maybe if I put you on a wheelchair, we could call you 'Wheels’? 'Frogface’ is getting old anyway. ’

Then he kicked his leg so hard Mike saw the stars.

'LEAVE HIM, ASSHOLES! ’ a strong, loud voice yelled, and suddenly the bullies were thrown across the alley, landing few feet away. Troy, on the other hand, was pushed against the wall, both with her mind and her forearm pressed under his chin, just as Hopper taught her. She saw Mike fall to the ground, groaning. She was seeing red. Troy’s face paled when he recognised her.

'Last time not clear enough?’ she was almost scared of the tone of her own voice. There was another voice inside her head. Voice sounding a lot like Kali’s.

He hurt Mike. You need to hurt him, now. He deserves it. He dared to hurt Mike. You should make him pay. You weren’t strong enough last time, will you be now? He deserves to be punished.

'E-el, don’t… ’ Mike’s voice, tense with pain, cut trough Kali’s taunts. 'He’s not worth it… Don’t… ’

She let him go, standing, frozen, breathing heavily. Troy and other boys ran, nearly tripping over their own feet.

She stood there, unmoving, until Mike spoke up again.

'You shouldn’t… come out…’ he hissed weakly, feeling like he could pass out any second. 'Put the hood on… ’

She broke out of her reverie, launching herself towards him, kneeling on the ground.

'Mike. ’ her voice broke. She was nearly shaking.

'I’m okay… ’ his voice seemed distant.

Just like him to say that with a broken leg, swollen eye, split lip and unfocused gaze, being on egde of unconsciousness.

'Fuck, Mike, you are not okay!’

'Stop swearing… ’ he said weakly.

'Can you walk?’ she took his head in her hands, panicked.

'Uh, maybe…’ he tried to get up but quickly laid back down, feeling like a wave washed over him.

'Shit. Shit, shit, shit. ’ she got up. 'Wait here!’

And she was gone.

'Yeah, I’ll just… Stay here.’ he muttered, barely aware of his surroundings.

El ran, heading towards the police station. She could barely breathe when she reached he door and swung it open with her mind. She bursted inside.

'Hopper!’ she yelled, ignoring bewildered looks of people around her.

Jim appeared in the door of his office, his eyes wide.

'Hey, chief, what’s going on?’ one of the cops asked with confusion on his face.

'Get back to work. ’ Hopper grabbed El’s arm and steered her outside.

'Mike…’ she gasped, catching her breath 'Hurt…’

'Get in the car. ’

***

When Mike woke up, the first thing he saw was bright light and white ceiling. Then, when he looked down, a mass of curly hair on his chest.

'El..?’ he whispered hoarsely.

Her head shot up and her fingers tightened around his palm.

'You okay, kid?’ then he saw Hopper, standing behind El with his arms crossed on his wide chest. Hoppers stern face had a concerned look on it. The chief laid his heavy hand on Mike’s head, ruffling his hair.

'Yeah, I guess. ’

'He’s not. ’ El spat, suddenly scowling. 'Those dicks broke his leg. ’

'Jesus, kid, where’d you hear that?’

'You. ’ she deadpanned. 'Are you going to find them?’

'First, you gotta tell me who that was. ’

They both looked at Mike, who pressed his lips together, forgetting his lip was split and groaned.

'Mike, if you don’t tell, I’ll show him. Or I’ll find them. ’

'No, I’ll tell, I’ll tell, okay?’ Mike said quickly and the room spun around him. He closed his eyes for a moment.

'It was Troy Donovan and his group. ’

'Of course. ’ Hopper growled and furrowed his brows. 'Little shits… Your parents are on their way, kid. ’

'Great. ’ Mike muttered. 'Can you cancel it though?’

'What? Your parents?’

'My dad. ’ Mike looked at the wall behind Hoppers back as if it had done something to her. 'He probably won’t even come, though.’

The same second, Karen barged inside, Ted following her quietly.

'Mike! Oh my god, Mike, what happened?!’ Karen looked at him frantically.

'I’m okay, mom. ’

'Is it that Russian girl?’ Ted looked suspiciously at Eleven.

'Since when do you give a shit?’ Mike muttered, clutching El’s hand. 'She’s not Russian. Her name is El… I mean Jane. ’

Hopper cleared his throat.

'If you don’t mind, I think it’ll be best if we talk in my car, Karen, Ted. Doctor said he’ll be right back. Mike is in good hands. ’

'But… ’ Karen started, looking back at her son, but Hopper steered them out of the room. The door closed, and El looked back at him.

'Why are you mad at your dad?’ she furrowed her brows.

'I’ll… I’ll tell you later, okay?’ he muttered, hoping she’ll think she moisture in his eyes was an effect of the pain. 'It’s just… He’s such a…’

'Mouthbreather?’

'Yeah. Mouthbreather. ’

She sat closer to him and started running her hand trough his hair, remembering that was what Hopper did when she was sick. Mike closed his eyes, and a single tear ran down his temple.

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The Breeding Programme Part 2

PART 1

Her days continued in a similar manner for the next two months, she had passed the halfway mark and was starting to be unable to hide her belly, no matter how she tried. She rubbed where the baby had kicked. It was an odd sensation, but one she came to not loathe as she thought she would. She was frustrated again, her needs sexually were being met, but she still yearned for savoury foods. Her foods were bland as a result of the pregnancy, all she could do was endure, but much to her shame, she had wept more than once over it.

When the Boss came back to her room after her mid-morning orgasm session, she looked at him oddly. ‘You need to meet the others.’ She looked at him silently. ‘They’ll be the ones helping you soon, so you may as well get to know them.’ he walked over and rubbed her breasts through her top, they had grown substantially in preparation for the birth, but with the baby being taken away, she felt it was a wasted effort. He turned her and pulled up her dress, taking himself out of his trousers before pressing into her, noting she was still wet from the morning and began to fuck her again. She said nothing, she just moaned as the head of his cock rubbed her cervix the way she adored. His hands were tight on her hips, he then slipped them back to her ass and spread her cheeks, kneading the two globes before toying with the puckered hole.

‘Fuck, yes.’ she shrieked in pleasure, ‘Play with my ass, please.’

‘You little cock slut.’ he played with her ass more, feeling her get wetter around him before pressing his thumb in and feeling her come around him, he finished immediately after, pressing in as far as he could so that he filled her pussy with come again. ‘When you are done here Kitten, you are coming home with me.’ he pulled out, making an obscene wet pop noise as he did so.

She said nothing, she simply swallowed her self-loathing at her actions, she always loved anal, her pregnancy had only intensified her lust for it. She had not been able to control herself. The idea that she had a while left of popping out children scared her, the idea that after that, she would be forced to be the Boss’s fucktoy only caused her more concern. She only hoped he would have a new toy by then. He pulled down her dress and forced her to stand straight again, she groaned as she did so, rubbing where the baby had kicked as a result of being jolted around.

When he put his hand where she had rubbed, she stilled. She did not want the baby, but neither did she want him at it. ‘A little mover.’ He grinned. ‘You are such a good girl, giving us this little joy, if you only knew.’

‘Who…what will happen…?’

‘It will go to someone who wants it, who will raise it well. That is all you need worry about.’

‘The father?’

‘That is none of your concern.’ he stated firmly. She said no more. ‘If you want one of your own, you will have one, after you finish your contract here.’

She felt bitter, contracts usually required the uncoerced involvement of those in a situation, she very much was never even consulted.

‘Now, go talk to the other girls, six months alone is not healthy, even for a little hermit like you.’ he pushed her towards the door. With come dripping out of her and down her legs, she walked forward, hating the feeling between her thighs of her tender pussy lips. She walked out and noticed what she always assumed was a plain wall had a door open in it, she was brought forward and into a large kitchenette and lounge area where there were several other girls she could see, all between the ages of twenty and thirty and all seemingly at different stages of pregnancy. ‘Girls, this is Kitten. Kitten, these are your fellow broodmares, this over here is Poppet, she is our head girl, seven she has had, this is eight and nine.’ the oldest girl stood proudly behind the counter. ‘She’ll look after you. Poppet, I told you about her, look after her.’

‘Sure thing.’ The other woman smiled. He turned and left, leaving her alone with women all staring at her. ‘Come on, we won’t bite.’ Poppet smiled. ‘I know it’s scary, but you’ll be fine, we are all in this together, we understand how you are feeling.’ she walked over and encouraged her to the counter. ‘So, what have you been craving.’

‘Em, just…Doritos, I suppose, and cheese.’ She half whispered.

‘Ooh, let me guess, a boy?’ she grinned.

‘I…I dunno, I…they couldn’t tell.’

‘My money is on a boy, every boy I had made me want savoury. Same with Lamb and Bunny.’ she pointed to two of the other girls, who nodded. ‘Trixie over has only had one girl so far, she is due to be covered again in the next few weeks, we don’t get to know these things really,’ she pointed to another girl ‘And Darling and Amore are on their firsts too, and they both have girls.’ she pointed to two more. ‘We also have Lady, she is on number four, LuLu, she is on six, MiMi, is on three and four and then FiFi is on two.’ She pointed to each girl as she spoke about them. ‘There is one more, her name is Bitch, no doubt you heard her before.’ She assumed that was the woman she heard being whipped. ‘She is named well, she does nothing she is told to do and just won’t accept it, it is so much easier when you accept it. I have one more and it is my turn to go.’

‘Yeah, yeah, quit bragging.’ The girl called Bunny groused playfully.

‘Bunny is second-in-command, she is the joker of the group, but the guys know she is playful, not troublesome.’ Poppet smiled. ‘So how long did it take you to settle, it must have been fast.’

‘I…I never fought.’

‘Really? Smart girl, they must have been weirded out by that.’ she laughed.

‘Yeah, I think Matthews was weirded out.’

‘John is lovely, when you behave, the Russian is stern though.’ She frowned at Poppet’s analysis, she always found Sergei easier to deal with, he tended to be nicer, though Matthews was always pleasant with her too. ‘Maybe because I tried kicking him in the nuts the first day I met him.’

‘What…What is this place?’

‘A breeding centre.’ she explained. ‘People want babies, we give them to them. Usually, the sperm is of someone they like something about, then we carry the pregnancy, decided by our general look, or I think from what I heard of you, demeanour.’ She nodded, she had heard that several times. ‘Apparently, your guy is very famous, a VIP donor.’

‘Do they…are they willing donors?’

‘Most, not all, I don’t think your guy knows.’ Poppet revealed. She felt somewhat sorry for him, not knowing that he had a child of his genetics on the way.

‘Do you know…?’

‘Some famous British actor apparently.’ She stated ‘Other than that, we haven’t found out.’ She handed her a bowl of nachos. ‘Not Doritos, but something.’

‘Thank you.’ she bit into it and moaned, ‘Oh God, they’re better.’

Poppet and the others laughed, ‘Good, enjoy. We are about to watch a movie, wanna join?’

With nothing better to do, she did, the sofa, though comfy, made her back hurt. She noted the others did not have the same issue. Halfway in, she had to get up. ‘Sorry.’

‘Walk it off, aches usually mean you need to stretch and exercise.’ LuLu suggested.

‘Yeah.’ With a hand on her stomach, she left the room, deciding to just pace the corridor a few times. The exercise did her some good, she felt as though she was not as sore after a few bouts.

‘Kitten?’ she turned to see Sergei and Matthews behind her. ‘What are you doing?’

‘My back hurts, I just…I was only walking, I swear.’ she saw the cameras on both ends of the corridor on her pacing. ‘Check them,’ she pointed, ‘I swear, I only wanted to move around.’

‘Okay Kitten, calm down,’ Sergei stepped forward, speaking calmly.

Matthews pulled a radio from his belt and spoke to someone, she could not hear him. A moment later, he pulled it away again. ‘Alright, she’s telling the truth, she’s done about four laps of just walking. Does that sound about right Kitten?’ She nodded. ‘You’re not supposed to be here alone.’

‘I’m sorry, I just needed to walk.’

‘Okay, if you want to walk, come on.’ Matthews grinned and pressed his thumbprint into the wall at the end of the hall, ‘Come on.’ she looked to Sergei, who nodded. Scared she walked forward and did as she was told. She usually only went left when she exited her room to the examination room, for once they were bringing her to the right. She had no idea what lay there, when they entered the room, she stepped back and whimpered. In a harness was a pregnant woman, who looked to be around the same gestation as her, being fucked in every available way, two in her pussy, her ass, one in her mouth, which she realised was forced open with an odd contraption, her ass was red raw with marks. ‘Jesus boys, are you not done with her yet?’ Matthews commented as he walked by them. ‘Bitch is a bold girl, Kitten, not like you, she needs to be punished.’ she looked at the girl and blushed.

In truth, that was the furthest thing from a punishment in her opinion, it looked incredibly erotic.

‘So that’s Kitten,’ one man came over, and eyed her up and down. ‘Boss said she’s one to play.’

‘I dare you to touch her, you know what the rules are.’ Sergei commented.

‘Come on, she is a fucking cock slut, she begs for it, I heard her when Boss fucks her.’ the man commented. ‘He is literally dry from her. She begged today like something else, apparently, she loves it in the ass, you love ass Sergei, don’t you?’

Sergei said nothing, he did, however, look at her in a way that made her think that in different circumstances, he would already be ploughing into her ass. ‘If Boss heard you.’

‘Boss is busy sucking on the Queen’s pussy right now, she is not getting the rodgering she is used to because he is fucking this one every day, then she takes your playtime after and is still wanting it. Come on boys, she is gagging for it, look at her tits.’ It was true, her nipples were hard under her dress and her already wet pussy was even wetter at the thought.

‘What about Bitch? The boss said she is to be punished.’ Matthews asked.

‘Get the rodeo cock and shove her on it, she is about as tight as the Grand Canyon, I swear, it’s not a pussy, it’s a fucking quarry she has.’ The man seemed elated he was getting somewhere. ‘Thomas?’

Another man pulled out of Bitch and slapped her ass painfully before pulling out what looked like a horse riding saddle with a wide cock on it and putting it on an oddly shaped contraption, the rest of the men fucking Bitch pulled out and helped put her on it. Her legs were just long enough to reach the ground on her tiptoes and when they put the cock into her and pressed a button, she began to cry out. ‘Someone gag her, she is a fucking terrible moaner, even during sex.’ the man named Thomas growled.

‘Alright Kitten, let’s see what has the Boss going mad for that pussy of yours.’ Matthews put her on the soft bed in the centre of the room, ‘I have wanted a go at this cunt since the day you came.’ he took out his cock and pressed it in. ‘Fuck she wants it.’ He growled, fucking her hard. ‘Sergei, get in her ass.’

The Russian waited until the other man had flipped her around so he was under her, her ass in the air and rode her as he pulled apart her ass cheeks and pressed in. She moaned loudly as he entered her too. A moment later he began to move in unison with Matthews, causing her to come almost instantly.

‘Fuck she is an incredible slut.’ Thomas commented as he put his cock in her face. Immediately, she took it into her mouth. ‘Another woman’s pussy juice and everything, she is an all out whore.’

For the rest of the afternoon, every man filled every hole she had and she loved it. When one was tired out, another seemed to be there to take his place, by the end there were certainly more men in the room than there had been to begin with. ‘What about Bitch?’ one stated.

While she was in euphoria, Bitch had been in hell, her pussy was raw and she was convulsing painfully with each new orgasm the machine gave her. ‘Get her down.’ One guy ordered. ‘Kitten, you love milk, don’t you?’ She did not answer the man speaking.

‘Sergei thinks she is a little sub,’ Matthews groaned, having dumped his come in her pussy twice and was trying to get himself hard again.

The man took her chin in his hand. ‘Suck her tits.’ he ordered.

‘Yes, Sir.’ unable to stand, she crawled over to the other woman and looked over her. Bitch was completely unable to tell where or indeed who she was, so not wanting to get on the bad side of those there, she did as ordered and began to suck on her breasts, after a few seconds, milk started to ooze from them.

‘Good girl,’ Matthews grinned as he entered her from behind as she sucked the other woman. ‘She is overdue Kitten, we need her to pop.’ She frowned, she had assumed the woman was the same as her, they were the same size after all. ‘That baby is not half as precious as yours, which one of us was it do you think lads?’ The men chuckled.

‘’My money is on you, you fucked her often enough.’

‘Only because my wife is a terrible fuck, she’s not much better, not like you, Kitten, to have someone with a pussy like yours, you are an insatiable cunt too, aren’t you?’ she did not answer as he rubbed over her g-spot making her moan as she kept sucking the milk from the other woman’s breasts. ‘Fuck it will be a fun time with you.’ he grinned as he banged into her harder until he felt himself ready to come before he pulled out, turning her around and came on her heavy stomach, ‘Fuck that looks good.’

‘We better get her tidied up, Boss is due back soon.’ Sergei commented. He walked over and pulled her to him, ‘I’ll get her washed, if Boss thinks we did this to her, he will go insane.’

‘Yeah,’ Matthews agreed. ‘Looks like she did what was needed with Bitch too, her stomach’s hard.’ He winked at her, ‘Good girl, Kitten.’

‘Finally,’ Another groaned, ‘She’s being sold immediately.’

She was brought back to her room, cleaned and dressed again. Sergei stood waiting for her to ready herself after it. She walked oddly as she came back across the room, causing him to chuckle. ‘You seemed all too at ease with that, Kitten.’

‘I think it’s moved.’ She ignored his comment and looked at her gravid stomach.

‘You’ll get that over the next few weeks.’ was all he said on the matter. ‘You need to go back over to the others.’ she frowned. ‘Have they said anything?’

‘No, they are really nice, honest, I just…I am not a big people person and I…I’m tired.’

‘Go to bed, I will tell the Boss.’

‘Thank you.’

*


The following few weeks had a routine to them, though slightly scattered. She was scanned one day a week, a buyer was found, they decided they wanted the gender kept a surprise, her horniness increased, causing her to actively go to the Boss whenever he arrived to be fucked, the other men too took her whenever they could, her pussy spent most of its time either being fucked or her playing with it, wanting to be fucked. Three of the other women had given birth and were now just waiting to be impregnated again, Bitch had her baby the day after the orgy and had been sold to an Eastern European brothel, apparently, she was pregnant again soon after.

Poppet was as big as her, but not as far gone by the fact she was carrying two. ‘The first’s usually go over.’ she stated as though warning her.

‘I know.’ she sighed, looking at her large stomach, she was due, the baby, if it went on the dates calculated, was due to arrive the next day. In her previous exam, they stated the head was not engaged, it was not near doing so, meaning she had time left. ‘I want it out.’

‘I know, Kitten.’

‘I forget.’

‘What?’

‘My name. I have such Baby Brain I forget my name before I came here.’

‘It doesn’t matter.’ Poppet rubbed her arm, ‘You won’t be called it again.’

‘Do you think anyone ever looked for us?’

‘Probably not me, I was a runaway at seventeen, I ended up in a brothel for a while and on my way home one night, the Firm got me, I have been popping out babies since, one more and I am off to be sold. Boss says they have a guy for me, wealthy, divorced, doesn’t want another bitch stealing his money, so it suits. I asked if he would want a baby perhaps, I want one I can keep, he said he expects two and I am to homeschool them.’ she smiled happily.

‘Good.’ She gave a half-hearted smile.

‘Boss wants you.’

‘So he says. But I am also being told I am booked solid for years.’

‘Yeah, he’ll wait.’ Poppet stated. ‘He used to fuck the Queen all the time, but he just wants to fuck you.’

‘It’s just a phase, he will tire when they get in the new batch.’

‘We’ll see.’

She found herself getting irritated by Poppet’s company, she felt irritated by most things these days, even Sergei’s bringing of her meals was often met with glares, the man chuckling to himself when she did so. ‘I see your ban on sex is treating you well.’ he grinned as he took away her previous meal.

‘Fuck off.’

Usually, such language was punished, but the past week, she had turned irritable, they saw her on the camera, finger fucking herself constantly, not able to get the release she needed. She begged and begged the Boss to fuck her, but he declined, claiming she could go into labour. To her, that was not a deterrent, but a bonus. ‘As soon as you are medically cleared, I promise I will pound your ass again, but you need to be cleared and pregnant, Kitten, those are the rules.’ he left.

She rose from her seat and waddled to her room. ‘Good day, Kitten.’ She glared at the Boss. ‘It is for your own good.’

‘I’m full term Sir, please, just one little fuck.’ She begged.

He growled, watching as she rubbed her hand on his crotch through his trousers before getting on her knees and pulling him out, sucking him off there in the hallway. ‘You cock slut.’ He forced her to her feet again and brought her into her room. Leaning her over the table and slipping into her. ‘I am going to fuck you senseless.’ he thrust into her.

‘Please, Sir.’

‘When you are done I am taking you as mine.’

‘Yes.’

‘You will service my cock day and night.’

‘Yes.’ She would agree to anything to keep him fucking her.

‘What will you do?’

‘Let you fuck me day and night Sir, suck you off, worship your huge cock.’ she gasped, her rotund stomach under her as she was fucked vigorously. ‘Please, fuck my pussy.’

He squeezed her tits, causing them to spray milk, she was lactating a lot of late, leaking day and night, no dress she wore stayed dry more than twenty minutes and no one ever gave her breast pads. ‘You slut, you would fuck anything with a cock, wouldn’t you?’

‘With a cock or without Sir, I’d fuck it.’

‘Is that right? You slut, you fuck slut.’ his thrusts got faster as he found his release, her having reached her twice already in their act. ‘You are a cum slut, aren’t you?’

‘Yes, Sir.’ she smiled lazily as she came down from her high before frowning, ‘Ow.’

‘What is it, Kitten?’

‘I feel weird.’

The Boss looked at her, ‘Pressure?’ She nodded. He stuck his fingers up her pussy. ‘It’s engaged.’ he informed her. ‘Soon this baby will come, get ready, Kitten.’ He warned.

*

The next two days she was more irritable than before, she physically left a room anyone else entered. She scowled and looked in contempt at anyone who tried to engage her in any way. Poppet and the others looked at her as those she lost her mind, as for the Boss, it elated him.

‘Kitten will be pushing in under twenty-four hours.’ he declared to the Queen.

‘What makes you say that?’

‘Wait and see, she will.’

She woke up during the night, her sleep was fitful of late due to the lack of comfort anyway. Her belly was too heavy to stand too long, her pussy felt like there was a bowling ball trying to press its way out of it, she could not sit it hurt twice as much then and if she slept on her side, her back ached. There was no reprieve. She felt a jolt of discomfort as well as the baby kicked. She went to rub her stomach and realised it was rock hard. After a few minutes, more pain gripped her. She knew what it was and just tried to stay quiet and try and get some comfort.

As time went by, it got harder and harder to ignore the pain, when Sergei arrived in with her breakfast, she stayed facing away from him on the bed and prayed a contraction would not bother her while he was there, it didn’t, thankfully. She tried to eat what he left, but she did not feel overly hungry, two contractions plagued her while she ate a slice of toast, telling her she was nearing the time, but she left out no obvious indicators. When he arrived back to get the tray, she was trying to get into bed again. ‘Not much longer, Kitten.’ he said in sympathy. She groaned as finally, she met her threshold on holding in a contraction and squatted. Immediately she felt fluid flowing out of her and down her legs. Sergei watched for a moment before the smell came to him. ‘You’re already there.’

‘Fuck.’ The first contraction after the waters broke hit her harder than the ones before.

‘I’ll call the Boss.’ he turned to leave. ‘Deep breaths, Kitten.’

‘Fuck you.’

The contractions felt as though they were on top of each other when the Boss arrived. He walked in and watched as she clenched her teeth in pain. ‘Hello, my little Kitten.’ he walked over to her, rubbing her sweaty forehead. ‘How far along are you?’

‘Get it out.’ she begged.

He slipped his hand into her and felt around. ‘Not yet, you have another two centimetres to go.’

‘Please.’

‘You are so good, doing this without gas or anything,’ he commended, stroking her clit.

‘Fuck.’ she leant into his touch, the pain subsiding for a moment.

‘You are an incredible slut.’ He pulled back the blanket and pulled her legs towards him, looking at her clearly swollen pussy lips. ‘I guess that is out of bounds today.’ he lined himself up with her back passage. ‘But you are an ass slut too, aren’t you?’ He pressed it, adoring the sensation of the pressure from the engaged baby and her contractions tightening her around him. He fucked her hard and fast, toying with her clit as he did, when she came, another contraction hit her, causing the pain and pleasure to mix and cause her to moan loudly. Grunting, he finished by pulling out and coming on her lower abdomen and swollen cunt. ‘I won’t get to touch you again until you are pregnant again my little Kitten, I could not waste an opportunity.’

‘It…I’m…’ She grabbed the sheets and clenched her teeth and bore down.

‘No you don’t.’ he growled, but he watched as her pussy started to widen slightly, the head beginning to make its way down her canal. ‘Shit.’

‘I…I need to push.’ she clenched her teeth as she spoke.

He pulled himself into his pants again and walked to the door. ‘Get in here now.’ he ordered.

It was clear she was supposed to birth elsewhere, but as soon as Samantha opened her legs and looked at her and saw the head coming out to meet her, she would be going nowhere. She pushed without instruction, ignoring everyone and everything as she followed her natural instinct. She ignored the orders to remain lying as she was and got onto her knees, pushing down on herself and immediately feeling the baby go further down the canal, the head coming free, the next push, she got the shoulders free, she pushed out the baby in under fifteen minutes. She gasped and inhaled deeply as she felt the afterbirth make its way out of her, the baby crying nearby.

‘Good girl, kitten.’ Boss stroked her head.

‘What is it?’ she asked in exhaustion.

‘Why?’ The Boss looked at her, she never seemed interested in the baby.

‘Poppet thinks it’s a boy, we all have a pool going, winners get chocolate.’

The Boss chuckled. ‘A boy.’ he confirmed. She nodded. ‘Do you get some chocolate for that?’ She nodded, closing her eyes and getting comfortable on the bed. ‘Get some sleep Kitten.’ she did not need to be told twice.

When she woke, the room was empty again, the small little human she had carried in her for almost a year was gone. Looking down, she realised her breasts were leaking streams of milk and were in agony. She whimpered as she tried to touch one, but a larger volume of milk squirted out from it. Getting to her feet, she gingerly made her way to the door and across the hall, there, the girls were all sitting, talking to Lamb, who she could tell had just been confirmed pregnant again. They paused when they saw her looking at them all in an odd manner.

‘Kitten, did you…have you had the baby?’ Poppet walked over to her. She nodded, tears in her eyes. ‘Oh, Kitten, what’s wrong?’

‘I..it hurts.’

‘What does?’ She indicated to her breasts. ‘Okay, well they like us to lactate for a while, healthier for the babies, come on, sit over here. Bunny, get a doughnut ring and some ice in a bag. Sit here and we’ll help you.’ She smiled kindly.

A few minutes later, she was sitting on the couch, her breasts out, Poppet teaching her how to help her milk out. She sighed as the pressure was relieved.

‘Kitten!’ the women jumped at the sight of the Boss in the door. ‘What are you doing here?’

‘She is too full, she needed milking.’ Poppet explained, not stopping what she was doing, ‘She has enough to feed a small army.’

‘Good, get her dry.’ the Boss commented coming over and taking the milk that had been collected away. ‘We need to send this on to the child.’

‘Just give us the bags, does she get a pump?’ Poppet smiled.

The boss eyed her as her breasts continued to squirt out the milk, even after she had already been milked of at least a pint. ‘She needs one, doesn’t she?’

‘Yes, we’d be here all day milking her if we didn’t get her one, she’d make a good cow.’ She joked.

- Wolfie

anonymous asked:

I saw your comment on Facebook and I wanted to tell you this... I don't like your profile because you like Sakura and you don't like Hinata, she's sweet, besides, Hinata was the only one who helped Naruto to react when Obito said cruel words, she touched his face to help him, she gave a speech for Naruto, she isn't selfish, that nobody did.... neither Sakura or Sasuke! that's why Hinata is the best, ignorants!

Jesus… here we go.

I saw your comment on Facebook and I wanted to tell you this…

Why do you do it here and not on Facebook? What did you do to find me on Tumblr? Should I take better care of myself? I mean, did you just look for me for this? Really? You can not be serious. ._.

I don’t like your profile because you like Sakura and you don’t like Hinata, she’s sweet

You said it: YOUR.

It is my account, my profile, my choice, my consideration, my taste, my thinking. Not yours.

I do not care if you say that she is sweet, if for me it is not, it is not.

Hinata was the only one who helped Naruto to react when Obito said cruel words (that nobody did…. neither Sakura or Sasuke!)

I would not be so sure. Do you know who helped Naruto to react WITHOUT the need to touch his face or something else? Sasuke Uchiha.

And not only that, but Naruto made everyone know his true feelings. They felt his heart and knew his pain by not always reaching Sasuke.

Naruto also reminded his loved ones that died and that’s exactly what motivated Naruto to go fight with Sasuke. He did not want to miss an opportunity again.

And his words confirm what I said.

she isn’t selfish

Shikamaru was about to die, but he got up because he decided to help Naruto after feeling his heart. That motivated him and helped him not to want to die.

Everyone was glad when they saw that Shikamaru was better. 

But, you know, Hinata does not care about anyone other than Naruto-kun. Please, we’re talking about one her comrades! 

she gave a speech for Naruto (that nobody did…. neither Sakura or Sasuke!) 

Are you sure? 

Surprise! Gaara and Sakura say hello.

she touched his face to help him (that nobody did…. neither Sakura or Sasuke!)

Where have I seen this before?

Oh, it’s true. :D

that’s why Hinata is the best, ignorants!

And that’s why I don’t like Hinata, so thanks, you just made me show the character’s lack of originality. :)

It’s funny that you always want to get Hinata where she does not belong. That does not work for me because the manga shows you totally the opposite. I’m sorry. 

(I talked about the fourth ninja war, but when you want, I can show you more.)

fragile ones

on ao3

title taken from 10am gare du nord by keaton henson. i love his music so much its just so….open and raw? it felt fitting for a fic like this, it just really works for late nights and emotional talks idk

i started this fic back at the end of august on a bad night and there isnt much plot to it just…speculation i guess. a character study of alya? but in this au?? im not sure. theres not much to it at all and its a little all over, but it was a fic i felt like i had to write

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Alya wakes up with her heart in her throat and her hands tearing at her hair. She groans and rests her forehead on her knees.

If only he’d shut up.

She checks the time. It’s only three, because of course it’s unreasonable to ask for a full night’s sleep. She stays where she is for a little while longer, curled up in a ball and hugging a pillow, letting her heart rate level out and her head slow its spin. When she stops feeling like she’ll throw up if she moves, she slides out of bed and pads into the bathroom.

Alya avoids the floorboards that creak and is careful to close the door softly, but it doesn’t really matter. After a few months, her family got used to her getting up at strange hours and wandering around the house. Once she stopped screaming, it was easier for them to sleep through her nightmares.

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You Understand, Right? (Part 8): Unconvinced

Characters: Dean Winchester x Sister!Reader / Friend!Reader, Sam Winchester x Sister!Reader / Friend!Reader

Length: 1507+ words

TW: Fighting, and description of injuries

A/N: Things are picking up again! I’m still not sure how I want to end this series tbh- my first ending didn’t seem conclusive enough.

Feedback is appreciated (AND SO ARE YOU)!

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As Castiel predicted, it took a while for him to track the vampire, even with Dean and Sam doing their best to contact anyone they know who could help. They had almost the entire hunter population in North America on this case. Dean insisted on having all the help they can so they could get this over with. He hated having Crowley hovering over them with a deal.

It was another week and a half, until Castiel managed to locate him. Dean and Sam immediately grabbed their stuff, ready to go. The two brothers made their way to the kitchen, where Y/N was sitting and reading yet another lore book.

“Hey, Y/N, we’re gonna go on a hunt,” Dean told her, not expecting her to respond. He knew better than anyone else that Y/N was in a different world when reading.

Her head snapped towards them, lowering her book slowly. “I want to come,” she said, surprising both boys. They both looked at her with widened eyes, then turned to each other in a silent conversation.

“Alright, sure I guess. Go pack your bag. We’ll be leaving in 10,” Dean said, ruffling her hair as he passed by.

“We should bring the Colt just in case,” Sam told Dean, who nodded in agreement. As his older brother went to grab the weapon, he turned his head to Y/N. “Are you sure you want to come with us?”

She nodded. “You might need backup.” Her voice wasn’t serious, but it wasn’t all too playful either. Still, it brought out a smile from the younger Winchester.

“Okay.”

Dean came back waving the wrapped up gun in the air, a goofy smile on his face. “Got it.”

“Is that the Colt?” she asked, peering over to the gun.

“The one and only,” he replied with a huge grin.

She look at it with such curiosity before nodding. Once she finished packing her stuff, she went outside to the garage with her duffel bag slung over her shoulder.

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Electric Heart, Ch. 1

In which Petunia has a Quirk and Lily doesn’t, and that is really the start of everything.

Petunia Evans manifested her Quirk at the tender age of three. It  wasn’t anything fancy, all she did was get the mess she’d made eating off of her bib, and her parents registered it as a ‘Cleaning Quirk’. That wasn’t quite what it was, but she didn’t question it until later. Neither did her parents, as they were busy preparing for the birth of Petunia’s little sister.


Little Lily Evans was a lovely child, and Petunia loved her fiercely. They’d play together, would read hero magazines with riveted attention and obsess over news reports.

“Just wait until I get my Quirk!” Lily would chirp. “I’ll be the strongest hero! My name’s gonna be Tiger Lily!”

“We’ll be heroes together,” Petunia would vow.

“But your Quirk is Cleaning,” the younger Evans would then frown.

“I’ll find a way.” Petunia was young and stubborn in those innocent times. The only thing that would change about that in coming years was her age.

“It’s a promise!” Lily would cheer.

But Lily Evans never manifested a Quirk, and while she still aspired to be a hero, her heart didn’t seem to be in it anymore. But Petunia never forgot that promise, and in her idealistic child’s mind, she never considered the possibility that Lily might.

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Yoongi Scenario: Heartthrob.

Request: Highschool!AU or College!AU Yoongi fluff where he’s a bad boy and you’re a good girl and he smol and a complete softie when he’s with you. And you try to avoid him bc he’s a longtime crush and you’re afraid you’d do something embarrassing bc you’re quite clumsy.

Genre: Fluff / Romance.


You rolled your eyes and tried to pass around the guy who currently was blocking your way out of the library. He had stopped you asking for directions and you so innocently had given him a good explanation of how to get around and go where he needed, but as he kept asking questions you knew he didn’t want anything in particular and he just wanted to to talk to you, as he already asked your name, what were you majoring and if you had classes just in this faculty or you had somewhere else after this.

-Because I can give you a ride- he said and you shook your head.

-Really, thank you, but I don’t need it, so could you please….?-

The guy sighed. -Come on Y/N, let’s talk a bit more, I can help you with those books if you want-

-I don’t want- you answered. -I need to go, so…-

-But if you….-

-Aren’t you hearing she needs to go?- another voice busted in the conversation and you wondered how was it that you didn’t hear him coming, or at least the people that whispered about him every time he came to the picture. 

Yoongi was very popular in the faculty, you dared to say in the whole campus. Everyone talked about him although he was rarely spotted talking to anyone, at least anyone outside his usual group that right now weren’t with him, but then Yoongi was seen alone most of the time. He was the cool guy, the bad guy, everyone knew something about him and yet nobody could be sure to know him at all. 

He was intimidating in a way that was hard to explain since he wasn’t particularly big, better said he was rather short and skinny, but it was the way he carried himself. Confidently, with this swag, this quiet and sharp charisma that both draw people in and drove them away. For you it had those exact effects as Min Yoongi had been your crush for the longest time but every time the guy was around you felt the need to run away.

The guy was giving his back to Yoongi so you saw his annoyed face to turn around and face him -What.. I…- the defiant tone you heard in the guy disappeared as he realized who he was talking to.

Yoongi glared at him and cocked his head with his chin up like waiting for the guy to say anything else.

-I… I’m sorry Yoongi, I didn’t know she…- he flickered his gaze at you for just a second and then went back to look at Yoongi. -I didn’t know she was your girl-

Yoongi didn’t deny it neither did he confirmed it, but the mere mention of you being his girl made your heart go faster.

-Go away- he demanded and the guy did so quickly. Afterwards you were left paralyzed just staring at him, like a deer caught in the red light, Yoongi was staring back at you and you didn’t know how to react, if you should say anything, what to do, you were concentrating in breathing and not letting go of the books.

He licked his lips and then he seemed to remember something so he turned his head and gave a glare to whoever had been staring at the previous scene. You saw a couple of girls and boys running like chickens after that and then Yoongi fixed his gaze on you. You couldn’t stop staring at him so you saw how licked his lips once more and how he cracked his knuckles nervously. 

-I…- he stopped talking and rearranged his body to another posture. -He won’t bother you anymore, I… if you want, meet me later by the fountain, the one at the back- you didn’t know what to say so you just stared at him, this wasn’t the first time you had talked to him, in fact he had tried to talk to you a few times before but you always ended up running away, too nervous, too afraid of doing or saying something stupid. But this time you noticed something you hadn’t before. There was a wash of blush in Yoongi’s cheeks and the way he fidgeted with his fingers and licked his lips was almost signs of nerves. But that couldn’t be or could it? -I’ll be there- he said the last recovering all the charisma, making seem like the nerves you had seen were all product of your imagination.

He went away and then you realized you hadn’t said anything, not even thank you.

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Obsession

Writer- @myhellyourstories

Requested- Anonymous

Request- Hello!! Can I please request a Harry Hook imagine with a female reader as Mal’s younger sister who Harry has an obsession with and he just loves her but she doesn’t like him back and he maybe kidnaps her? Anything you want in the story though! Thank you!!

Disclaimer- I do not own any Descendants characters, all credit goes to the creator and producers of Disney’s Descendants. All I own is my story.

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 Pairing- Harry Hook x Fem! Reader

Summary- (Y/N)’s big sister going back to the Isle makes her have to face someone she never wanted to see again.

Warning(s)- Talk of neglectful parents, talks of obsession.

Words- 1887

A/N-  There will be a part 2 coming out really soon  finishing it.

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The opening CIWYW imagery though. It has my academic brain whirring:

Firstly,

“My castle crumbled overnight.”

  • This is no doubt a reference to ‘New Romantics’ and the confidence and empowerment that Taylor built for herself in that era: ‘I could build a castle out of all the bricks they threw at me.’ She built herself up to becoming a ruler of the music industry and 1989, at the time, felt like the pinnacle of that. She truly felt on top of the world, finally doing pop and getting the respect and reviews for her first pop album that she had always hoped for. She built herself a kingdom on bricks of respected art, the love and mutual respect of her fans and her own belief in herself….. only for it to be ambushed by those she gave shelter to inside her well armoured gates.
  • They were guests in the sanctuary she built… only to lock her out of it, throwing a #TaylorSwiftIsOverParty as she could do nothing but watch from out in the rain.

“I brought a knife to a gun fight.”

  • This is a beautifully simple image, though?! Taylor Swift, as fans and people close to her know, has always been trusting. She likes to share, to see the best in people. Therefore, she wasn’t prepared for an ambush. She never expected to need defences WITHIN her own walls. Never did she imagine, I don’t think, that those she trusted would be hiding guns behind their backs, so she had no weapons ready.
  • But they did, so she had no choice but scramble for whatever was near, a pen knife or a bread knife from the castle kitchen, unprepared and outnumbered, as they raised her castle to the ground around her. She couldn’t fight them, in the moment, because she was ambushed. Her only Defence was to hide amongst the rubble once they abandoned their feast and left. Cue: “I don’t trust nobody, and nobody trusts me.”

“I lost my crown… but it’s alright.”

  • She knew she had to regroup. In war, that’s how it goes. You may lose a battle, but that doesn’t mean you lose the war.
  • They took her industry crown from her as they paraded her through the streets as a witch, and she had no choice but to let them.
  • They threw a party in the ruins of her kingdom… but forgot that witches can rise from the ashes.
  • The fact she says ‘It’s alright’, shows that despite all this, she knew she wasn’t alone because by then she had found someone who didn’t run when he saw the flames… but ran into them to distinguish them.
  • She realised that the crown was heavy, a burden and was preventing her from her own little life from existing…. so it’s alright that it’s gone, because she now can focus on the things that really matter now.

She knows it’ll be alright… because we never left… and neither did Joe. She knew, even when she had to retreat into the shadows to focus on healing and her next battle plan, that we were still here, guarding and rebuilding the castle walls for her.

They can Call it What They Want… but we know who’s in our corner… and Taylor does too.

We were on each other’s team then… and now.