#someone has to take the fall for this and it's not gonna be me

[healcunt]

i have a fantasy where i meet a girl when i start classes this fall. i sit next to her because she’s pretty and seems quiet, and we start talking. slowly at first, but after a few weeks she invites me to hang out at her apartment.

we start off doing some homework with some dumb show on in the background, but after a couple hours she asks me if i want to smoke. it’s been a little while since i’ve gotten high so i know my tolerance is going to be shit, but i want her to like me so i agree. she pulls out a bong, packs a bowl and holds it out to me, not handing me the lighter. i reach out for it but she pulls back. “let me,” she says, “i wanna be a good host.”

i agree, putting my mouth on it and sucking, looking at her as i do. she doesn’t make eye contact, just sparks the lighter and holds it there for longer than i want. when the whole bowl is gone, she pulls out the stem. i inhale, because i don’t want to waste someone else’s weed, and she apologizes as i cough my lungs out. she hands me a bottle of water and i take what feels like hours taking small sips. in reality, it’s probably two minutes, but i’m further gone than i’ve ever been.

“are you, um, going to smoke?” i manage to get out. she cocks her head.

“i already did, i took a hit before you.” i don’t remember that but i don’t want to argue with her.

“oh.” i reply. i lay down on the floor, still listening to whatever she turned on the tv. i turn to her, not sure why, and i see her looking at me with a tent in her skirt. again, i want to be a good guest, so i don’t say anything.

she lays down on the floor with me, and we both kind of stare at each other for a minute before my eyes start unfocusing. i’m not paying attention at all but i notice her hand on my tit when she pinches my nipple. i wince, but she rubs it after and it feels nice. “i’m surprised you told me i could grope you,” she tells me. “you didn’t seem like the type.” i don’t remember telling her that, but she seems like she can handle her weed a lot better than i can.

“i uh,” i pause. “yeah, it feels nice.” i’m starting to get a little bit wet, and i can’t help but rub my legs together.

her hand is on my thigh before i can even say anything. “i can help you, if you want.” her other hand is gently kneading my tit, pinching my nipple lightly every so often.

i can’t really get words out anymore but i spread my legs to give her better access and she runs her hand up to cup my pussy. she rubs lightly on my underwear for a second (wasn’t i wearing shorts underneath my skirt this morning?) before she dips her fingers in. she rubs my clit for a second before she pushes two of her fingers in my cunt. her fingers are longer than mine, and she seems to know what she’s doing better than i ever did. the squelching sounds coming out of me would be embarrassing if i didn’t feel so good.

she has me cumming in a minute, rubbing her thumb on my clit as i squeeze around her fingers. once i’m done, she pulls out, scissoring her fingers for a second to admire the cum she collected on them before she pushes them into my mouth. i’m almost surprised but i suck them without hesitation. she pushes them further into my mouth until i gag, just a little bit, before pulling them out again. without a word, she gently takes my hand and puts it under her skirt, on top of her bulge. she’s throbbing under my hand.

“you’re gonna help me, right?”

i blink at her, slowly, trying to wet my dry eyes. “what do i need to do?”

“just relax and take it.” she rubs her cock in my hand for a second before she pulls my hand off her again. she moves herself so she’s over me now, pulling my underwear off me and spreading my pussy lips with the two fingers that were in me just a minute ago. “are you a virgin?”

i nod, still too high to be embarrassed. she just smiles at me.

it’s too much of a strain to look down, and i find myself staring at her ceiling. i feel the blunt head of her cock push into me, and even though i’m wetter than i’ve ever been, the stretch still burns. she keeps pushing into me at a slow pace, rubbing my nipples with her thumbs as i feel myself clench around her. when she’s finally all the way in me, she stays still a moment. i look back at her, and she’s staring at my stretched out cunt, nearly drooling.

she doesn’t look at my face before she pulls out almost all the way and pushes back in again, faster this time. she does it again and again, going from gently pushing in and rubbing my tits to fucking me as hard as she can with a death grip on my chest. i can’t keep track of how many times i cum but my orgasms bleed into each other as my eyes close. when i’m finally able to open them again, her eyes are narrowed and staring directly at my face.

“you’re gonna let me cum inside you, right?”

“uh -“ i don’t know if it’s the weed or how hard she’s fucking me, but i can barely think. “i um -“

“i helped you with your homework and let you smoke my good weed, it’s the least you could do.”

“uh - uh -“ i’m trying to get words out, i really am, but i can’t say anything. my tongue won’t cooperate.

“fuck…of course you’re gonna let me. you’re enjoying this too much to make me pull out.” she’s pounding into me as fast as she can at this point, one hand has left my tit and is back to massaging circles on my clit. my cunt is clenching around her as she pushes her cock into me as far as it’ll go, kissing my cervix and she finally cums, twitching and pulsing in me. she moans, loudly, and stays in me for another minute.

she pulls out when she’s softening with a loud squelch, and i feel some of her cum dripping out of me. i can barely feel my legs but i can feel her fingers back inside me, collecting some of her cum. she uses one hand to force my mouth open and the other one to fuck her cum into my throat. i swallow it without thinking. she smiles at me, patting my cheek in a way that i would usually think is condescending but makes me clit twitch now, and lays down next to me, breathing heavily.

i don’t know when i fall asleep, but when i wake up, i’m back on her couch, sober. she’s watching something on the tv. “oh,” she looks at me when she notices me awake. “you fell asleep when we were studying. are you sleeping okay at night?”

i feel my cunt drip but i don’t know if it’s her semen or my own arousal.

#idk how to end this sorry #this got SO LONG #intox #trans supremacy #trans superiority

[lazilybeinglassie]

I wanna talk about the beasts for a sec. Cause the new update has me thinking and I love the direction they are going for this.

But I more specifically wanna talk about the corrupted ideals of Mystic Flour and how she justifies her actions. It's pretty interesting how she speaks about her story as though it is meant to evoke something in you. Asking you to understand her perspective once she talks about it.

For a creature of Apathy, it seems to be odd that she wants these beings to understand her pain. Or even more so, sympathize her. I could be looking a little too deep in this, but she does seem to paint herself to be a victim much like how Shadow Milk does when he talks about the past.

It's another one of those villains who started good but was shattered because of how the world treated them kind of stories, which isn't bad. But it does become messy when it comes to fan reactions as the line divides between defenders and executioners.

Also, from her bio-

She was definitely not the first to be corrupted. Someone else was rallying the troops and she volunteered. Which in a sense is sad.

There is also the discussion of how Dark Cacao will combat this villain. Which I am very excited to see unfold. For this is possibly the King's biggest threat he had ever faced. The only person in years to make him doubt. To fall victim to his own fears.

I honestly believe he is gonna be in terrible shape when he wakes up. And even more so, the question becomes, what is his best defense against someone who has given up on her own ambitions and volition?

I'm so glad that they are taking the symbolic route of the battles. Making the war between their other halves fight emotionally to survive. All of their beliefs and philosophies and world views are put it the test and will come out refined and purified.

Anywho, I liked this update, I'm willing to talk more about it later.

#cookie run kingdom #crk #mystic flour cookie #shadow milk cookie #cr kingdom #beast yeast

[beneathstarryskies]

~just a kento nanami drabble~

warnings: fem!reader, smut, creampie, workplace shenanigans, not edited

Kento’s tie is firm around your wrists. He always takes such care to make sure he doesn’t make the knot too tight. Your panting causes a steamy fog across the pristine, shiny surface of his desk as your front is completely pressed against it. Only your ass is raised, your feet don’t even touch the floor anymore. Kento has taken to just holding your hind end up to accommodate his deep, hard thrusts. 

“Mmm, fuck, that’s it,” he grunts. “Keep squeezin’ me just like that.” 

You bite your lip to keep from letting your moans escape. Once they start escaping, you won’t be able to stop them and there’s no way someone outside the office wouldn’t notice. 

“Kento,” you whine. 

“Ssh, baby,” he leans down to kiss your cheek softly. “I’m here.” 

He knows he’s had you in this position for too long. He sits in his office chair, gently guiding you to settle on his lap. You whine as his cock settles inside you at this new angle. One of his arms keeps you pinned to his chest and the other is between your thighs to rub your swollen clit. 

“Better?” he asks in a gruff whisper as he begins rocking his hips. 

“Mmhm,” you nod eagerly. 

Your head falls back against his shoulder and you lay against his chest. His soft office shirt feels nice against your bare back, and his sturdy build makes you feel safe to just relax and accept every bit of the pleasure he’s giving you. 

Kento watches your face with reverence in his eyes. Your eyelashes flutter and your forehead glistens with sweat. When you catch him staring, you smile so sweetly as though he’s not balls deep inside of you. Even now, during what most would consider a kinky mid-day rendevous, he’s struck by how much he adores you. The way your face glows with pleasure as he rubs your clit thrills him more than anything else he’s experienced in life. 

“Ken,” you whine. “I’m gonna cum.” 

He kisses you eagerly, swallowing up your moans as you hit your peak. The pleasure washes over you in steady rolls. Kento presses his forehead against your shoulder. 

“I’m gonna cum inside, okay?” 

“Yes.” 

With a few more sloppy thrusts, he’s trembling underneath you as he paints your walls with his thick cum. You’re both limp in his chair, and dreading the moment you have to part. 

“Fuck, I don’t want to go back to work,” you pout. 

Kento kisses your cheek, “Let’s stay like this just a little longer.” 

#🌟written in the stars #nanami x reader #nanami x you #jujutsu kaisen #jujutsu kaisen x reader #nanami kento x reader #kento nanami x reader #nanami kento x you

[tomssexdoll]

The pout this man has. So I have a request 😼 Bill was being very naughty, being bratty when he’s the sub, and he disobeyed the ‘no touching yourself without permission’ rule, and when reader found out, she was like “I’m gonna punish you, you never listen, do you? Am I gonna have to fuck it into your head? Or do you just not care, hm? Well.. that will change.” And she literally fucked him so hard he was crying and overstimulated, whining, and whimpering, saying “please ‘m sorry! it hurts! mama bitte..” and she said “should’ve thought of that before you acted like a brat, don’t you think?” and after they were done, she cleaned him up and everything like that

YUHHH OFC

this will be mainly smut, not a lot of backstory

Me and Bill had this very strict rule, do not touch yourself without my permission. He was a very good boy and usually never disobeyed me, being patient or avoiding it by doing other things like watching tv.

One day I was taking way too long to come home from work, someone had cancelled their shift so I had to step in and help the shop.

I got home from work 3 hours after I usually get home, it was 11pm and I was super tired, I opened the front door and trudged in, walking towards the bedroom where I expected Bill was. Once I came closer to the room I heard soft moans.

What the fuck was he doing? Was he? No..He couldn't be..

I slowly opened the door, peeking my head in. Bill was sat there, his hand moving fastly up and down his cock, wet sounds echoing in the room. "Bill, what the fuck?" I raised my voice, storming into the room.

His eyes shot open, looking at me with a fearful expression, "fuck! I'm sorry.." he whined, knowing what was coming for him. "What have I told you time and time again, the one rule I fucking have and you can't even do it?" I grunted, "I'm going to punish you, you never listen do you?" I climbed onto the bed, "Or do you just not care, hm? Find it funny seeing me angry? Well..that will change.." I growled lowly, taking my top and skirt off.

"Fuck.." Bill groaned, reaching a hand out to grab my tits, "no!" I smacked his hand away, hovering over him, pushing my thong to the side. "You're gonna learn your fucking lesson you brat," I slammed down onto his cock, instantly swaying my hips and riding him.

"S-shit!" Bill mewled, his hands flying to my hips and holding them tightly. "Can't even follow one rule," I grunted, bouncing up and down, his cock pounding in and out of me.

Small whimpers and moans left his mouth, his head rolling back, "mama..so good.." he whined, bucking his hips up to match my thrusts, I increased my pace, slamming my hips down onto his.

"Such a naughty boy.." I groaned, smashing my lips into his and forcing my tongue into his mouth, "mm!" Bill whimpered, trying to keep up with my pace, his legs slightly trembling.

His cock rammed into my hole, hitting my g spot rapidly. "Make me cum.." I moaned, moving down to his neck and sucking harshly, biting down softly onto the skin and creating dark purple hickeys everywhere.

My speed never faltered, instead it increased, I was fucking him so hard it started to hurt him, whines and cries came out from his mouth, trying to keep his composure. Tears started to fall down his soft cheeks, the overstimulation setting in quickly. I never stopped though, he needed to learn his lesson.

"M-mama!" he cried out, "shut up, take it!" I raised my voice, now going even harder, my hips slamming down on his so hard the noises filled the room. "Mmh!" he moaned, his voice a little shaky.

I kept fucking him cruely, my hands on his stomach as I smirked down at him, loving the sight of him being overstimulated. My sopping cunt leaking juices all over him, my release nearby.

"Please, 'm sorry! It hurts! Mama bitte.." he pleaded, whining in my ear, "should've thought about that before you acted like a brat, don't you think?" I spat, not slowly down my movements, only going faster at his whining.

I felt a knot form in my stomach, my orgasm dangerously close. "F-fuck!" I cried out, his cock throbbing intensely in me. "Cum with me, cmon!" I reached my hand down to my clit, rubbing rough circles.

"Ohh fuck!" I whined, my legs trembling as I came all over his cock, my pussy clenching around his quivering member. "Shit!" Bill cried out, shooting his load deep into me, coating my walls with his thick cum.

"Oh my god.." I collapsed onto him, my chest heaving up and down, "mm.." Bill whimpered, trying to catch his breath.

After a few minutes of calming down I slowly sat up, his cock sliding out of me with a wet pop, his cum dripping out of my pussy and onto his abdomen. "Let's get you cleaned up baby.." I sighed, reaching over to the night stand and grabbing some wipes, cleaning him. I layed back on the bed and he crawled into my arms, resting on my chest. I played with his hair and cooed him to sleep.

tags: @itsmealaiah @itsangelll @kaulitzsbabyy @ballhair @estxkios @charliesgoodboy @tomsonlyslut @miyukafujii @bkaulitzlover @ge-billsgf

#tom kaulitz #tokiohotel #bill kaulitz #georg listing #gustav schäfer #smut #bill kaulitz x female reader #bill kaulitz x reader #bill kaulitz x you #bill kaulitz x y/n #bill kaulitz smut #bill kaulitz fanfic #bill #billy #billkaulitzissofuckingsexy #billkaulitzismybaeandhecumsinmeeveryday #tokio hotel #ilovebillkaulitzhessosexyiwanthimtopoundmypussysoharditbreaksapart #ilovebillkaulitzmymanmymanmymanmyman #i love him #i love bill kaulitz #wet and gushy #wet and needy #soaking wet #wet ass pussy #smut drabble #tokio hotel smut #short smut #rough smut #smutty smut smut

[lucysarah-c]

When the inspiration to write Holy Ground has finally come back only for a little bit. And you remembered why you loved these dorks so much.

“And then… Right there, between the ruins of the castle,” the pauses between each word were accentuated by the flickering candle inside the lantern, casting an eerie glow on our faces.

My teeth clenched as my hands balled into fists, my shoulders tensed with anticipation. The fallen tree we sat upon felt less uncomfortable as I had entirely forgotten about it in the dead silence, my attention unwavering.

“I swear I caught a glimpse of something... whitish, iridescent.”

Involuntarily, my body scooted closer to my right, my knees raised, swallowing hard as I braced myself, though not entirely sure for what.

“I focused my eyes on the tall trees, trying to elucidate the shape of what I had seen, then SUDDENLY, ON MY BACK—”

In that exact moment, someone pressed each side of my back under my ribs, and I screamed at the top of my lungs. My cry in the middle of the night was abruptly interrupted by Hange and Nanaba laughing hysterically as they high-fived each other. “She always falls for it!” they exclaimed between bouts of laughter, clutching their bellies. The rest of the scouts, who had been listening to Hange’s horror story, joined in with quieter chuckles.

“HANGE!” Erwin’s deep voice resounded from the other side of the camp, and the undertone of his call was anything but friendly. “Could you stop scaring the cadets so they don’t scream in the middle of the night as if they’ve seen a titan while we are outside the walls?!”

Hange looked at Erwin from their seated position and feigned an innocent smile that Erwin, surrounded by squad leaders, did not reciprocate. “Sure thing, honey~,” they replied cheekily, but the blond man merely rolled his eyes.

“He’s such a party pooper since he’s single,” Hange muttered to the rest of us, covering their mouth to avoid being overheard.

“Only a crybaby like Y/N would take a horror story seriously,” Oluo said with that snobbish tone he so often adopted, taking a sip of his drink. He was three years younger than me, yet he felt entitled to act cocky.

"Then why'd you grip my arm when four-eyes was talkin'?" Levi, who sat between us, remarked while looking at Oluo. "You were shakin' like a leaf; for a second, I thought ya were gonna piss yourself."

It was priceless to see the cadet’s face turn crimson with embarrassment as the rest of the group continued laughing. “Levi doesn’t miss a thing,” Eld pointed out. My boyfriend had been silent the entire time but jumped in to state the facts.

Before I noticed, I was gripping Levi’s left arm as if my life depended on it, and he hadn’t even flinched. I let go, trying to regain my composure because, despite Hange using the only light source to creepily showcase their face, I didn’t want anyone to jump to conclusions.

I tried to play it cool. “Y/N, I don’t even know why you keep getting scared, sweetie, especially knowing that shorty is by your side.”

It was a word game, I knew. Levi was sitting next to me, but I knew by the brunette’s raised eyebrows that they implied something else. This did nothing to help the flush on my cheeks.

“Cut it out, four eyes,” Levi intervened.

But Hange dismissed it. “I’m just saying, shorty killed more titans today alone than most of us have in our entire careers as scouts.”

It was true; it was Levi’s third expedition, and his numbers were becoming hard to ignore. He was simply that good. If my memory serves me correctly, I pretended to focus on my hands, trying to suppress a prideful smile. But when I glanced at his side profile, my eyes betrayed the expression of someone utterly smitten with love and admiration. Gunther snorted, trying to stifle a laugh, while Eld playfully smacked him on the back of his head, although he too wore a playful smile.

Who could blame me? Only a day ago, at that very hour, the two of us had been intertwined in the attic for the very first time. I felt like a little girl with a crush, and it was hard to disguise.

#levi ackerman #levi #captain levi #levi aot #snk levi #levi x reader #levi x y/n #aot levi #snk levi ackerman #levi ackerman x reader #levi ackeman #levi attack on titan #captain levi ackerman x you #captain levi x reader #captian levi x reader #captain levi ackerman x y/n #captain levi x you #levi shingeki no kyojin #levi x you #aot #attack on titan #snk #shingeki no kyojin #attack on titans #levi smut #levi x reader smut #levi ackerman snk #levi ackerman smut #levi ackerman x reader smut #levi ackerman x female!reader

[makethemhoesmad]

false god

just reminding yall that this story is a little toxic!

pb x reader

—

“paige.” i address my girlfriend, who’s currently staring at the wall, pouting.

“hmm?” she sounds uninterested, and that’s exactly why i’m pissed.

“i can’t fucking talk to you when you’re like this, paige. if you’re just gonna randomly up and ignore me, why don’t you just break up with me, end this obvious torture!”

she scoffs, standing up to her full height so she can look down at me.

“Why do you always have to do this? Taunt me into trying to leave you just to scare me, it won’t work, unless you want it to.”

i dont notice i’ve been backing up as she walks towards me until my back bumps lightly against the wall. paige presses her hips into mine, keeping me there when she brings her lips right against mine.

“i still do it for you baby, don’t i?”

i whine against her lips, cut off when she pulls away and sinks to her knees, dragging my sweats and panties down with her. i kick them off my legs, obviously to paige’s dismay, because she brings both of her hands up and presses my hips against the wall, holding me still as she presses her tongue flat against my core.

“oh, fuck, paige.” i cry, moving my hands down to fist in her loose hair. her tongue flicks at my clit, causing my legs to buckle slightly. she pushes me back into the wall, twisting her tongue while she does it. i tense up, then feel myself loosen as the knot in my core comes undone.

paige stands up wordlessly and drags me over to the couch, pushing me down. she strips off her panties, shorts, and bra, then removes my bra too. 

“could you just…” paige mumbles.

“yeah, mi amour?” i prompt. i love it when paige gets a little shy about asking for what she wants.

“could i, um, ride your fingers? please?” i nod. she clambers into my lap, taking my three of my fingers and inserting them into her soaked core. her head lolls back as she moves herself up and down. i lean back, watching paige fuck herself with my hand. I can feel that she’s getting close. she tightens around my fingers, climaxing onto them. she falls to the side, whimpering as i remove them and place them into my mouth.

something you wouldn’t expect is that paige is a huge fucking baby, but she is. after coming, she wraps her long-ass legs around my waist and her arms around my neck as i stand up to bring us to our bedroom. i can feel her soft breath against my chest, nearly asleep as i lay us down into our bed. i curl onto my side under the covers, and paige takes her position tucked right into my arms, like the baby she is. even though im sure she’s nearly asleep, i lift her chin up with two fingers so she has to look at me, sleepy eyes, sleepy grin and all.

“well mi amour? got something to say to me, don’t you.”

she blushes, trying to hide back into my chest, and failing.

“i’m sorry baby.” she whispers. i stop her from tucking back into me.

“sorry for what?”

“sorry i got mad and ignored you. i love you baby. can i sleep now?” 

i nod, grinning when she intertwines her whole body against mine. for someone who’s so commandeering everywhere else, she’s a softie at heart.

#paige bueckers x reader #paige bueckers #uconn wbb

[brunnerasposts]

The List

S.H. x Female Reader

Summary: Steve is struggling to comprehend how he feels, so Dustin and Lucas help him make a list

Word Count: 3.6k

Warnings: angst, meanie headed boys, takes place between S3-S4, crushes to ???, minimal use of Y/N

Additional Note: this is the same idea as The One With the List episode from Friends, but with Stranger Things characters

"I don't know what I'm gonna do." Steve panted as he continued to pace back and forth in his living room. "I mean, what am I gonna do?" He turned to Dustin and Lucas, who were trying to watch TV.

"I'm attracted to both Nancy and Y/N and I think they might feel the same. Now, I don't know what to do. This is so frustrating!" Steve groaned, gripping his hair.

"I mean, you have Nancy, who I've been in love with for three years now, and then there's Y/N who entered the picture once we started dealing with the upside down shit. And I..." He leaned against the wall, looking to both boys. "Is it possible to be in love after knowing someone for such a short period of time?"

"Yes." Both boys said, glancing at each other before their attention was drawn back to the movie. Steve nodded a little, remembering that they both had girlfriends. Lucas and Max always had trouble and Dustin had his girlfriend, Suzie, who was recently proven real through musical means.

"She's so different from Nancy, and yet I just want to be with her constantly. But then Nancy has also been there for me through my whole change of King Steve..." He trailed off, knowing he could keep going.

"This is terrible. I'm a terrible person." He groaned, hiding his face in his hands.

"I mean, I know Nancy and I have had our issues, but recently she... I don't know. She's been very flirty now that Jonathan is in California." He sighed, scratching his head.

"But then there's her." He smiled, remembering when you first entered the picture.

It was the middle of the school year, right after the Snow Ball. Steve was just becoming a new version of himself and trying to prove to his fellow students that he was capable of change. So, he was looking through the halls and that's when he saw you.

You were digging through your locker, reaching for something in the back which caused all of your things to fall and spread out on the floor.

Steve instantly went over to help, and you had been friends ever since. How you got involved in the upside down stuff was a different story. But when you found out about all of it, you didn't run and hide. You wanted to help. You wanted to protect Hawkins as well as everyone else in the group. You wanted to protect Steve.

"She was the first person to treat me differently."

"What's going on?" Lucas asked, only half paying attention as his eyes fixated on the cartoons he was watching.

Steve, realizing that he's been talking to a wall, glared at them both. "I'm talking about Y/N and Nancy."

"Oh no! Two women are attracted to Steve Harrington! Shocking." Dustin rolled his eyes, Lucas shaking his head.

Steve stared at them before grabbing the remote. He turned the television off, causing a commotion from both teenage boys. "What am I gonna do?" He asked, now having their full attention.

Lucas sat up.

"Here's an idea. Why don't you make a..uh, uh, a list! Yeah, a list of things you like and don't like about both of them." He suggested, tossing a piece of popcorn into his mouth.

"What like a pros and cons list?" Steve asked, his hands on his hips as he continued his pacing. "Yeah, yeah!" Dustin chimed in.

"Should we be doing this?" Steve asked, moving to go sit on the couch. He wasn't sure why, but something didn't sit right in his stomach with the idea of writing down things he didn't like about both girls. Especially when all he could focus on was the good.

"It might help." Lucas shrugged.

"Y/N versus Nancy: Pros and Cons." He said as Dustin stood, going to find some paper.

"Let's start with the cons!" The teen came barreling back into the room with pieces of paper and a pen. "Those are more fun." He grinned.

Steve rolled his eyes, leaning back into the couch. "Am I writing these down?"

"Nope, let me. Let's start with Y/N." Dustin said as he sat on the floor, using the coffee table as a desk. He looked to his older friend, ready to start writing some cons down.

Steve sighed, eyes moving around the room as he searched for one. "I don't know. She's amazing." He reached for some popcorn. "She's in love with you, so there must be something wrong with her." Lucas teased, ducking as popcorn was thrown at him.

A glare was sent Lucas' way before Steve resettled into the couch. "Well," His mind wandered, "I guess she can be a little ditzy." He chuckled nervously, fidgeting with the strings on his ripped jeans. This felt wrong, but he was desperate to try anything.

"Ditzy. That's good!" Dustin said, scribbling it down. "What else?"

"Um," Steve swallowed, rubbing his palms on his pants. "I guess she can be a little spoiled. But that's also because of me." He smiled, starting to feel better as he continued listing them.

Dustin wrote it down just as Lucas chimed in. "Don't you complain sometimes about how long she takes to get ready?" He asked. Steve thought about it and slowly began to nod. "I mean, I guess. She likes leaving a good impression with people, so she focuses a lot on making sure she looks nice." He shrugged.

"Too into her looks," Dustin spoke slowly as he wrote down each word. Steve winced, sucking air through his teeth. "I don't know if I'd word it like that, Henderson. Maybe like," He thought for a moment, "just say, 'takes a long time getting ready' or something."

Steve watched as Dustin drew a line through the previous bullet point and wrote the new phrase next to it. Dustin then set aside the other papers so he had more room for the one they were working on.

"Oh, her ankles are a little chubby!" He said, receiving a glare from both Lucas and Steve. "What? I thought we were all chiming in." The young teenager frowned but wrote it down anyway, his hat being knocked off his head by Steve. Dustin stared at him with annoyance before going back to the task at hand.

"Give me one more so we can have five total."

Thinking, Steve began to stand up. "I'm not sure. Let me grab a soda really quick. You guys want one?" He asked, both boys nodding.

Steve stood, going over to the kitchen. He looked around, hoping something would give him an idea as he grabbed a can of soda for each of them. He looked to the dining room, china cabinet, and his pool outside.

He never struggled with anything other than having a good relationship with his parents. They were a wealthy household, and it helped Steve turn into an asshole for a while. That is until he got involved with the group of nerds and their older siblings... and you.

"Well, Nancy and I both grew up comfortably, so we have that in common." He said as he reentered the living room. "But Y/N didn't. I mean, she has to work as a waitress to support her family." He frowned, knowing how much you hated your job but always did what you had to for your family. It was something he admired.

"Okay...and done! Now, what about Nancy? What's wrong with her?" Lucas asked. The question sent hundreds of different things he could say, but they all added up to the same point.

"She's not Y/N." He realized. As soon as he said that, everything just clicked. His feelings for Nancy were nowhere near the same as his feelings for you.

His eyes darted to the house phone. Steve then ran over to the phone, startling Dustin, who was in the middle of writing. "Dude, come on! Now it's not even her name!" He groaned but left it be.

"What are you doing?" Lucas asked as Steve dialed the phone number to the Wheeler's. The plan was forming slowly as he held the phone to his ear, letting it ring. "I'm telling Nancy the truth." He took a deep breath. God, he hoped now that she knew how to shoot a gun that she wouldn't use it on him.

"Wheeler's residence, this is Nancy Wheeler."

"Nancy!"

"Steve? Is everything okay?"

"Yeah! Well, for the most part."

"What? Do I need to come over?"

"No! No, uh, I just wanted to talk later."

"Okay... where?"

"Is it cool if I come over?"

"Oh...oh! Sure! Yeah, definitely. Uh, does ten work?"

"Sounds perfect. See you then."

He hung up the phone, looking to both Lucas and Dustin. "Are you actually going to tell her that you guys are done?" Dustin asked. "I mean, we've been done for a while. But the whole flirting thing that's been going on is going to come to an end tonight." Steve felt confident in this and he prayed Nancy would be understanding.

The doorbell rang, and Steve was not paying it much attention as he was precelebrating. Dustin joined in on Steve's celebratory dance, both unaware that Lucas went to answer the door.

Everything felt right in that moment. Steve was going to close up an old passing fling and open doors to someone he was committed to. You.

"Steve?"

Steve's head snapped up as he heard a voice from the doorway. Speak of the devil.

"Sweetheart?" He was met with you staring at him, almost frozen where you stood. Memories of your kiss from last night flooded back in his mind.

The memory was met with butterfly feelings in his stomach. Or was it a gut feeling? He didn't know, and he didn't care. All he cared about was the fact that you were right here in front of him.

"Hi." He spoke breathlessly.

"Hi." You grinned, cheeks rosy as you awkwardly showcased the cookie tin in your hands. "I brought these for your parents." She told him, walking up to him.

"Oh," Steve's smile grew as he saw how delicately the tin was wrapped in a pink ribbon, "Thank you. I'll go put these in the kitchen. Um," He looked around, "Did you want to stay for a little? I wanted to talk to you about something." He fidgeted with the corner of the cookie tin, hoping she'd agree.

"Talk? Am I in trouble?" You joked.

Steve chuckled. "No, no. I just wanted to talk to you about Nancy. I just called her." He grinned.

Your smile faltered, and Steve quickly realized his mistake. "No, no, I plan on talking to her to tell her how I feel."

A groan escaped Dustin, hiding his face in his hands from pure second-hand embarrassment.

You glanced to Dustin, eyes switching between the three of you now as your eyebrows furrowed. "Tell her...?" Your voice quivered as you trailed off.

Steve was too excited to say. He turned into a fumbling mess as he tried to explain himself. But the more he failed to explain, the clearer it was that you were getting the wrong idea.

"He's gonna tell her he's not interested!" Lucas exclaimed impatiently.

Steve sighed in relief, silently thanking Lucas for saving him. Your concerned expression turned into one that held surprise. "Really?" You asked, slightly breathless.

Steve moved to stand in front of you, tucking a loose strand of your hair behind your ear. "It's always been you, sweetheart." He promised, making you gush as you both hugged each other tightly.

"Aww," Dustin and Lucas spoke in unison, giving each other a side hug as they watched the happy pair.

A small creak noise was made as Steve accidentally touched the cookie tin to your back. "Damn it, sorry, let me go put these away." He smiled widely, placing a quick kiss on your cheek before walking into the kitchen.

Steve was on top of the world. Nancy was going to be out of his hair, you'd be at his side, and nothing else could possibly be better.

Especially with a break from all things Upside Down related, Steve could enjoy what it was like to have a real and serious relationship. He'd have his person. His other half. Maybe even his future.

As he set the cookie tin down, he began to hear a commotion from the living room.

"What's that?"

Hearing those words sent Steve's stomach churning. He knew exactly what had been found.

The List.

He scrambled out of the kitchen to see Dustin and Lucas holding the list as you chased them around the coffee table to grab it from them.

"I saw my name! What are you keeping from me?" You ask, getting slightly frustrated.

"Hey, what's going on?" Steve asked nervously, placing his hand on your back so everyone would stop chasing each other. You turn to Jim. "Those two have my name on a piece of paper, and they won't let me see." You said as you looked to him.

From behind you, Dustin and Lucas began pointing at the list in their hands, Steve gulping. "They won't. They won't?" He changed his tone, "Isn't that the...the story you were writing?"

"Yes, yes it is! It's a story... I needed to write for class!" Lucas suddenly exclaims, taking the list from Dustin before sticking it in his pocket.

That made you stop. "A story? Well, let me read it."

"No!" All three boys shout at once, making you look between them with bewilderment.

"Hey, why don't you read it to her?" Dustin asked, Lucas slowly turning to face his friend. Oh, if looks could kill...

Lucas cleared his throat, keeping away from you as he opened the paper. "Uh..it's kinda short." He said as you were led to the couch by Dustin and Steve.

You looked between both guys, Steve giving you an awkward smile before turning to Lucas. The boy shakily opened the paper, staring at the few words on it.

"It was summer..." He started, Steve unsure of how much Lucas was going to be able to come up with at the top of his head. "and it was hot." He glanced at everyone before looking to you. "Y/N was there," both Dustin and Steve nudged you, hoping you believed what was going on.

"A lonely gray couch," His voice hitched, getting higher as the lie continued. "And that's all I have. The End." He smiled widely, holding the paper behind himself.

"That's it?" Dustin spoke a little loudly. "That's all you wrote?" Steve chimed in. "You're the worst writer in the whole world!" He spoke through gritted teeth.

"Alright, alright. This isn't funny anymore. There is something about me on that paper, and I want to see it." You said as you stood and snatched the paper. Steve took it from you, who had the paper taken from him by Dustin.

"No, you don't." Lucas promised.

Steve's attention turned to you, seeing a plan form in your eyes. "You know what, you guys? I don't have time for this behavior. Alright? If you want to be children about it, that's fine." You said as you began to walk past them.

"We're all mature here." You moved away from the couch. "And I do not need... to see it!" You suddenly exclaim as you snatch the piece of paper from Dustin, all three boys yelling out in surprise and chasing you around the house.

You eventually make your way back into the living room as Lucas and Dustin dive for you on the couch, landing on each other. Steve stopped at the arm of the couch, out of breath from the jog.

Now the successor, you smirked and moved to stand several feet away before unfolding the wrinkled page.

Absolute silence.

Steve could hear his heart pounding in his ears as he saw your frustration turn to surprise and then a sudden sadness at what you were reading.

"What is this?" You whisper.

All three boys stood, pushing themselves away from each other.

Steve rubbed his sweaty palms against his jeans, watching as you analyzed the paper in your hands. Lucas and Dustin both fumbled over their words, trying to help cover up for Steve what they could.

"Oh, that's—"

"My mom needed groceries so—"

"No, no, no—"

"It was a—"

"Steve, what is this?" You ask again, angrier this time. That was the cue for both Lucas and Dustin to leave the room and head upstairs. They pat Steve on the back as a sign of good luck before their feet pattered up the flight of stairs.

Steve waited until they were gone before trying to approach you.

"Sweetheart, just... just please remember how crazy I am about you—"

"Ditzy? Spoiled?" You read, hands gripping the paper so tightly. Your voice shook with each word. You gasped softly, looking to him with watery eyes. "Too into her looks?" You ask.

"No, no, that's not true." Steve promised. "That's why it's crossed out." He chuckled nervously, following you as you paced. As you reached the next bulletpoint, you stopped in your tracks and turned to him.

"J-Just a waitress?"

Steve hesitated, unsure of what to say at this point. "Now that was..uh—" He watched as you walked past him, eyes still glued to the paper in your hands. "You know, as opposed to the uh... you know." He cleared his throat, panic setting in fully now. "Is this over now?"

A gasp escaped your lips, making you turn to Steve in full rage. "I do not have chubby ankles!" You growl before storming out of the house.

Shit.

"No, no, sweetheart, wait!" Steve begged as he chased you out of the house. He grabbed your arm gently, turning you to face him. "Look at the other side. Look at Nancy's column!" You flipped the paper, looking at it in confusion. "She's not yum?" She asked in bewilderment.

Steve gulped. "What? No, no, it says—"

"Is that some fancy phrase I don't understand because I'm just a waitress?" You ask, crumbling the paper up in your hands before shoving it right against his chest as hard as you could.

"No, sweetheart, please!" Steve called out as you walked off.

"Maybe we should go." Dustin said as he appeared next to him.

"No, you guys stay. I'm leaving." You promise as you continue walking. Steve couldn't believe how everything flipped so fast since you arrived. One second, he was excited to tell you that he wanted to be with you, and next, he's begging for you to hear him out.

Once you reached your car, Steve knew he had to attempt one last time.

He ran over, shoving his hand against your car door just as you began to open it, so it closed again. "Come on, sweetheart, I know how you feel—"

"No, you don't, Steve!" You snap, startling him. Realizing you had, you took a breath. "Imagine the worst things you think about yourself." You started, lip trembling. "Now, how would you feel if the one person that you trusted the most in the world not only thinks them too but actually uses them as reasons not to be with you?"

Steve shook his head, reaching out to hold your hands. "No, no, but see, I want to be with you in spite of those things." He promised.

You scoff, removing his hands from yours. Steve flinched, knowing he screwed up. "Oh, well, that's mighty big of you, Steve." You spoke sarcastically before looking over his shoulder.

"I said don't go!" You snap, making Steve turn to see Dustin and Lucas picking up their bikes. They instantly dropped them, awkwardly standing by the garage.

Steve looked back to you, unable to believe this was the argument you were having. Everyone has flaws. He had them, too. Not only that, but he felt like this argument was hypocritical. "You know what?" His voice hitched as it raised.

"You know what? If...If things were the other way around, there was nothing you could put on a list that would ever make me not want to be with you."

"I guess that's the difference between us." You whispered as you moved past him, getting in your car.

You turned the key in the ignition, the car engine roaring to life. "See, I wouldn't have made a list." A tear rolled down your cheek, making you wipe it away.

"Sweetheart, please." Steve whispered, eyebrows furrowing as he held himself in the open part of the door. His eyes watered, his fingers digging into the sleeves of his sweater.

You then shut the car door and began to reverse out of Steve's driveway, driving back home.

Steve let out a deep and aggravated sigh. What was he going to do now? That conversation was heavy, even for him, and he knew they all felt in the wrong for making the list.

How could something go wrong so quickly?

More importantly, you were probably never going to speak to Steve again. Of course, the universe decides the day he's mature enough to figure out his feelings that he has to go ahead and mess it all up.

What was Steve going to do now?

The End.

#stranger things #steve harrington #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington x y/n #steve harrington x you #stranger things imagine #stranger things x reader #steve harrington fanfic #steve harrington fic #steve x reader #x reader fanfiction #x reader #angst #dustin henderson #lucas sinclair #steve stranger things #nancy wheeler

[k9wa]

⟁ PLUMMET. ft BOOTHILL.

⠀ — “swoopin’ in to save me again, sugar plum?”

⚠︎ mechanic!reader (but it isn’t really relevant), i saw boothill trailer and ran to google docs, gn reader (ma’am used once at the end) wc 1k.

“your bounty has been completed!”

boothill could feel the explosion of the ship, even from the distance he was and against the strong winds from his high speed fall. a rush of heat slapped him in the face, leaving a temporary hunger in his gut thoroughly quelled.

“how would you like to land?”

the cyborg kept his hat fastened to his head with his palm against the top, eyes briefly glancing down to the city below he was slowly getting closer to plumetting down into.

“…good question.”

the ground was steadily approaching, even if it was gonna take him a solid second or two to actually reach it. he’d never tested if his body could withstand smacking against concrete from— give or take— six thousand feet in the air, but he had a small hunch today wasn’t the day to try his luck. becoming a blue splat on the pavement wasn’t exactly in the cards of his itinerary.

boothill’s eyes looked left, looked right, fingers twirling the rope on his belt. he doubted it’d do much to really help, but it was a start nonetheless. 

he eventually came up with an idea— a totally foolproof idea. loop his rope around one of the street lights when he got close enough, avoid hitting the ground, swing himself back up into the air, and land safe and sound on…wherever the hell he managed to land. hopefully on his feet. 

super simple, super easy. lightwork.

and so he eyed the ground, wrapping one end of his rope taught around his right palm, his left getting the momentum of the other end ready in a smooth swinging motion.

“c’mon now boothill,” he muttered to himself, voice thoroughly drowned out by the wind. “ain’t nothin’ but a lil’ repositionin’.”

he kept falling, getting closer, 

closer…

closer…

almost there…

boothill readied his hand to swing, but the motion quickly became unnecessary when something— or rather, someone— grabbed his wrist, and he was pulled upward with a shocked ‘muddle—!’ before he could test the success rate of his plan.

the cowboy snapped his head up, hat nearly tipping off his head. he was hung like a ragdoll from his arm, feet dangling down below him as his eyes met his apparent saviours—

of course.

boothill’s sharp teeth slowly shone in a wide grin, loud and scruffy laugh echoing into the still rather open air around him. because who else would it have been besides you, your brows slightly furrowed at him from the safety of your little hoverboard he remembered you tinkering with just a couple days ago.

“well fudge me!” he’d slap his knee if the position allowed. “look who it is— ain’t you a sight for sore eyes!” 

boothill reached up for your other hand, you wordlessly met him halfway reaching down, leaving both of your fingers locking around the others wrist.

“swoopin’ in to save me again, sugar plum?”

you shake your head with a sigh, hoverboard beginning a steady descent down. it was a little harder to balance with boothill weighing it down, but nothing you couldn’t handle.

“you’re lucky,” you half scoff. “i’ve got a sixth sense for you being an idiot.”

boothill’s hearty laugh echoed out again, the wind whipping around you leaving his hair tousled and a little tangled. 

“ain’t that the fudgin’ truth,” he jostled your hand a little. he doubted he could really get adrenaline rushes anymore, but this was pretty damn close. “reckon i’d be flatter than a darn hotcake if it weren’t for yer timely intervention!” 

his feet touching the ground were a welcome stabilisation, though the cyborg made no move to release your hand— instead he actually broke into a quick sprint, barely giving you the time to pick up your board as he tugged you along.

“you got somewhere to be or somethin’?”

you asked, stumbling a bit before you got your footing to keep up. you were just so cute when you pretended to be all sore with him.

“you bet i do— somewhere that ain’t swarmin’ with those sorry IPC shirtbags!”

it was a fair point— a giant explosion in the sky of one of their own ships made quite the beacon for attention.

running with him wasn’t so bad, at least. his grip around your wrist was surprisingly gentle, and the smell of him filled your nose in the wind as you trailed behind. some citrus, maybe cedar, and an unmistakable lingering of those phosphorus tracer bullets he chewed on so often. 

you two dipped around a corner, backed against an old brick wall as some heavy footsteps kept running the other way. 

“say, remind me to get’cha a drink later,” boothill gave a small tug to your wrist again, bringing you just a little closer. “as a thanks for all them times y’saved my sorry behind.”

boothill smiled when you chuckled rather than shooing his hand away or giving a smart response.

“you’re gonna have quite the tab going.” you carefully repositioned your hand with his, your fingers lacing together rather than him just holding your wrist. boothill’s eyes could have turned into cartoonish hearts.

“tell ya what,” his hand gave yours a squeeze. “i know a place. it ain’t too far from here, won’t have to worry about no one botherin’ us,” it was quite endearing, the way his voice still held that gentle rasp even as it softened. “i start workin’ off that tab, get a night with you, and heck we’re both winnin’ ain’t we?” 

you hummed at that. it didn’t sound so bad.

“alright,” you nodded. “but let’s focus on you not having to gun down another dozen IPC workers first.”

it was your turn to pull him along with a swift tug of his wrist, resuming your sprint just in time to avoid some more heavy footsteps heading in your direction.

“you weren’t pullin’ my leg about that sixth sense, were ya sweetheart?” boothill fell into a natural step behind you.

“consider this added to your tab.”

“yes ma’am!”

⠀ MASTERLIST / GOT A REQUEST ?

#boothill #boothill x reader #boothill hsr #honkai star rail x reader #honkai star rail #hsr #honkai star rail headcanons #boothill honkai star rail #hsr boothill #boothill headcanons #boothill x you #star rail x reader #UNEARTHLY

[danieyells]

Think about this idea! It's been almost a year and you didn't find the anomaly or how to solve your curse, most of the boys know but aren't really keeping track, a year is so far away and it slips away so fast but suddenly the MC one day starts skipping some classes or acting odd so one of the boys (for special angst one who has a crush on mc but didn't confess yet) ask them what is going on and they fall in the realization when they say "one week left"

I was trying to take a nap when i remembered this ask and this idea clawed its way into my head. So hey.

It's not quite what your idea was, but I hope you like it anyway, anon.

Frostheim.

Vagastrom.

Jabberwock.

Sinostra.

Hotarubi.

Obscuary.

Mortkranken.

Even the previously missing Dionysia ghouls.

You'd met and bonded with all of the ghouls in Darkwick, and even a few outside of it. You'd gone on missions. You'd even begun to get the ghouls to capture anomalies instead of kill them. The anomalies were being studied and discoveries were being made.

But none relating to your own curse.

The Gala came and went, the Laurel Crown awarded. The third years had moved on to become fourth years. You'd had many hard and tearful goodbyes. Promises to meet again that you hoped could come true. Some more firm understandings that this was goodbye, and wishes of good luck.

Soon the new first years would be coming and they would be assigned their houses.

Soon. . . .

"Dandelion?" The temporary Captain of Jabberwock leaned over to stare at you, a curious look on his face. Towa had been inconsolable for a while after Haru had left, and Jabberwock had been plagued by violent storms of snow and hail and lightning. Eventually it all calmed down. You hoped the quieter and natural atmosphere of Jabberwock could heal your stressing heart. All it did was leave you to your thoughts. Thoughts that must have shown on your face. Towa seemed to have had gotten over his own problems, and seemed back to his usual self. His arms looped around you, feeling like warmth and sunshine incarnate. No wonder plants lived him so much. "Here you go! A hug to make your sad face go away!"

You laugh weakly. But it doesn't take the dread away. You turn into him and smell the sweet and floral scent about him, clinging and trying to hide your woes so he wouldn't begin to feel bad again. You thank him, and he gives you a squeeze.

"That didn't help?" Somehow you felt bad for not reassuring him. "What's the matter? Do you miss Haru too?"

You did miss Haru. You missed all your friends and loved ones.

You were going to miss all of your friends and loved ones.

"Whaddyou mean? Tell me." He gave you a squeeze of encouragement. You choked back a sob, but barely managed to whimper out your woes.

"One week left. . . ."

"One week. . .?" In one week the new first years would arrive and be assigned their houses. In one week, it will have had been a year since that concert, since that anomaly, since-- "Oh! Your curse!!"

Part of you wanted to feel angry at how Towa didn't seem bothered by it. He cuddled you, petting your hair. "You're gonna die soon, huh?"

How blunt. He was like this a lot, dismissive about life. Sometimes it scared you, but in ways it was comforting to hear it said so straightforward. Yes, you were going to die soon. Someone said it. Someone acknowledged it. Someone remembered.

"That's okay! Everybody dies eventually!"

"But I don't want to die, Towa!" You cry, snapping your head up to look at him desperately. He parted his lips as of in surprise. "I'm not ready to die! I-- I--"

"Hmm." Towa looked at you with contemplative pity. "So you don't wanna die yet? You wanna keep living?"

You nod. Did Towa think so little of his own life that he couldn't comprehend wanting it to continue? Or was he just that unempathetic? Maybe you didn't mean much to him, and he didn't care if you were gone the way he cared when Haru left.

"Why don't you ask me for help?"

What?

"What do you mean?" You looked at him inquisitively. Towa smiled back down at you, beguiling, lavender hair framed by an inky black sky.

"Why don't you ask me to save you? So you don't die as soon."

You shook your head. "Towa, I was cursed by some anomaly--we never found another one like it, I--I can still remember its eye and nothing that erases my memory works to make me forget. Everytime I close my eyes lately I see it like--like it's coming after me, like it's getting closer. I see that eye in other people's eyes, I--"

"Do you see it in mine?" It's eerily still and quiet in Jabberwock today. You look in his eyes. It's easy, like nothing but you two exists right now. "Is it there?"

"No." You swallow. You don't remember standing. You don't remember Towa standing, either. "No, it's not."

"I can help you. I promise." Why was it so dark? The sky wasn't clouded, and Towa wasn't upset. You didn't remember it being dark when you came here. The warmth of the sun was your only comfort alone with your thoughts. "You just have to ask me. Ask me to help you."

"But. . .how will you help me?" As a matter of fact, it was midday when you came here, wasn't it? Why could Towa talk in the first place. "What can you do that no one else could? Wh-why didn't you say something sooner?"

"Do you want me to grant your wish? Or not?" You could see Towa clearly, but the deep darkness around you reflected no light in his eyes. It reminded you of being in the sunken ship disguised as an undersea palace, when those anomalies tried to keep you from leaving. You didn't feel cold like that time though. You felt warm. You almost felt safe.

"I. . .I. . . ." Something told you to run away. For a moment, you saw the anomaly's eye again. Towa looked irritated, and suddenly it was gone, as if frightened away. You heard thunder crack in the distance. "I want to live. . . ."

"Tell me what you wish for." He smiled at you. It was welcoming and pitying. Like finding a lost child. "I'll keep your safe."

His face was very close, your eyes locked in his. You felt weaker than ever with him holding you like this. The words spilled out of your mouth.

"I wish my curse was gone. . .I wish I could live. . .please help me, Towa. . . ."

Towa smiled and pet your hair. Then he stepped back from you. You clung to his sleeves, afraid of being abaoned to the emptiness around you. Between you, a pale plant grew to eye level, flowering before your very eyes.

"Eat it."

The plant moved itself to your mouth. You parted your lips, allowing it in, and closed your teeth and lips around it like you'd done with so many plants Towa fed you. It ripped itself away from you, and you chewed it. Your mouth was filled with complex flavors, sweet and bitter and painful and unfamiliar. Your senses were filled with something soft and numbing. But you still felt the strong press of Towa's lips on yours, pushing the flower down your throat. Somehow, you didn't gag from the pressure.

When you swallowed, a wave of nausea hit you. The sickly feeling was followed by electricity, jolting through your mouth and down your throat and up your spine, into your stomach and brain. You felt it travel to the tips of your fingers and pores, arcing across every hair along your body.

And then the sharp pain and blast of fog filled your head.

It felt like roots implanting themself through your whole body, as if replacing every part of your nervous system. You opened your mouth ask what was happening, but all that left you was a scream so loud it hurt your throat. Your eyes and face burned with your tears.

You dug your nails into Towa's arms as he pulled Way, and he watched on without helping as you began to vomit. It hurt. All of this hurt. You vomited burning and freezing mud, and what you vaguely grasped to be seeds. The empty world around you seemed to consume the mess, drinking it up and burying the seeds into the invisible earth.

As you heaved and gasped when it finally came down, you watched another plant grow. This one was familiar. It flowered quickly, and you remembered the flowers of the anomaly that cursed you. You saw them flower and grow, and you gasped, yanking your hands away from Towa to cover your eyes.

Not again, you didn't want to see the eye again.

It wasn't until you heard lightning and hail, feeling the fall of it directly in front of you that you realized you couldn't remember how the eye looked anymore. The memory was simply gone.

"Did you feel it? It was like being struck by lightning, right?" Towa's voice echoed around you jovially. "That means we're soulmates now. Because your soul is mine now. Our pact is sealed. And your curse is gone."

"Wha--ow. . . ." You snapped your head up, pulling your hands away from your eyes to look at Towa, only to shield your eyes from the bright, warm sun of Jabberwock. It burned, after being in the dark so long--and after the sensory overload after eating that flower. Looking down and shielding your eyes from the light, you saw something smouldering between yours and Towa's feet, surrounded by charred petals. "What. . .what did you do, Towa. . .?"

Towa made an inquisitive sound at you, tilting his head. He once again looked innocent. He once again couldn't speak under the light of day. He smiled and giggled, covering your eyes and kissing you again, humming happily against your lips. From being around him for over a year you'd already begun to understand him when he couldn't speak. He was reassuring you. You'll be okay, he says. You don't need to be afraid anymore.

"But. . .my soul. . .a pact. . .like a. . .?"

Like a demon?

Was Towa a demon?

He pat you on the back, silently saying not to worry. And then, he leapt into the air, off to somewhere else in the former safari area, leaving you to pull yourself together.

The eye was gone from your mind. You couldn't remember anything besides the flowers and their charred state in the beautiful green grass of Jabberwock.

You held your stomach, feeling it knot with nerves.

The curse was gone. You'd live. . .but now your life was in Towa's hands.

You began to leave Jabberwock, turning over in your head how you would tell Cornelius what happened. You'd made a pact with a demon to spare your life. . .but the demon was on campus. He was a threat. He had power. A lot of power.

The moment you started to consider telling them it was Towa, you screamed out in pain. Electricity ran through your very existence, not just your body but your soul too. A warning.

You caught your breath where you collapsed in the grass, one of the anomalous animals nervously sniffing at you until your rising startled it into fleeing. Right. You couldn't share who the demon was. But you could say there had been one and that your life was safe now. . that you were aware of.

Once your shaking legs were steady and the phantom pain subsided, you made your way out into the main grounds and towards the main building. It was probably important that you share the news. . .whether or not it was good.

#towa otonashi #tokyo debunker fanfic #I KNOW I SAID I SUSPECT KAITO BUT CONSIDER MY OTHER SUSPECT. . .TOWA. #tokyo debunker #danie yells at tokyo debunker #danie yells writing

[drdemonprince]

It felt like you were reading my mind with your newest piece of writing. I have been grappling with the exact question of whether my transition was motivated by a desire to escape misogyny and sexism, and I also recently saw "I Saw The TV Glow" and left the theatre feeling a hell of an impact but not yet totally understanding what that impact really was. Your writing speaks so well to me and I'm so grateful that you have insight I can't see clearly yet.

Thanks, I'm really glad the work connected with you. I think Tv Glow is sophisticated enough as a work of art that it unsettles us and leaves us with existential questions that are not easily answered -- and that is why I find it frustrating when I see people taking it straightforwardly as a narrative about two magical girls who need to just get back to their home universe or whatever. I get that the longing of unaddressed dysphoria is such that it feels like there's a fantastical version of you that you've been denied, but part of the artistic success of the film is that it conveys those fantasies aren't attainable while still affirming trans autonomy and freedom.

Some moments are a little bit nail on the head -- "there is still time" -- but overall I think the film's message is a lot richer and harder to parse than being an egg irl meme with a horror aesthetic, ya know?

It couldn't have reached me at a better-worse time, as someone who ultimately discovered that no matter how I present and no matter how much I try to unshackle myself from the strictures of this world...sometimes I'm gonna feel like Old Owen, and that doesn't mean I made the wrong choice or should have stayed behind and actually lead an Old Owen type life.

In how the film explores unfulfillment, it reminds me of intentionally dissatisfying works of literature like Ethan Frome....

wait a second. In Ethan Frome the protagonist falls into an escapist suicide pact, gets stuck caring for an ailing loved one in a way that dramatically restricts his life options, and has an intense, doomed relationship with a tormented woman named Mattie...

#i saw the tv glow is a transgender ethan frome is such a kontextmaschine ass revelation for me to have

[things-arent-what-they-seem66]

I have to agree with that other person’s small rant about Adam just quickly forgiving Lucifer (let alone Lilith and Eve) in shorts and fics. My ass got trigger no cap lmfao. Every time I read or see something similar, no matter the fandom, all I can think is “Oh no… are you the kind of person(writer) who tells victims to forgive because the cheater is so so so sowwy now but would feel betrayed if the situation was reversed?” Cheating in Adamsapple is treated so flippantly no matter the fic length. Cheating isn’t hurtful like stealing money or a car. It’s someone ripping a heart out and spitting on it then gaslighting a victim in front of friends and family. Literally tattooing how much they think the victim is worth onto their self image. Cheaters take so much when they finish having their fun and you cannot buy any of it back. Adam wouldn’t want to be in the same room as Lilith, Lucifer and maybe Eve or breathe the same air. No matter the bribe he would answer something like “I’m not gonna fucking go if [cheater] is there.” This would be hard for Charlie since she’s so big on forgiving everyone. ngl I don’t like her either since she’s a toxic peacekeeper and those are some of the worst people.

That being said, where is Lucifer coming to the horrible realization that the affair partner isn’t more valuable than the victim? Specifically realizing Lilith has something or someone to take his place and he has no idea who that is? I need Lucifer to realize emotionally what he did to Adam because Lilith never came back home. I need him to fall in love with Adam from afar just before he dies then revives the first man’s angel body with binding spells in a fit of deperation. Queue Lucifer groveling so hard that that white suit of his gets permanently stained. I love Adamsapple but ON GOD I don’t think people really understand how bad the situation is. Adam is sitting on 3 people betraying him back to back to back for at least 10,000 years. Time only fixes shit 50% of the time the other 50% is pretending you’re fine. If the damage is so deep in someone’s psyche there’s nothing anyone can do beside try not to aggravate the wound.

Make. Him. Beg. :D

Say it louder for the people in the back!!

Yes all three treated him like shit and no Adam shouldn't forgive him right away it wouldn't happen that way. He would make Lucifer beg and plead for his forgiveness.

Oh, NOW you love me? Fucking prove it.

#adamsapple #lucifer x adam #ask

[yukoayane]

Mc going to the human world for vacation♡- (part 2: last part)

warnings: none, just fluff and the protective brothers.

!English is not my first language!

Continuing from the last part…

mammon then froze in place, almost dropping your D.D.D.

“…”

Before you could even explain anything, mammon ran out of your room and starts yelling everyone to come to the living room, you tried to call mammon back but he was already gone of a blink of an eye.

…

After the brothers sat down in their seat, you were seated in the front as the brothers glaring at you like you had betrayed them.

After a few seconds (feels like hours) of silence, lucifer then spoke..

“Were you planning on keeping a secret from us, Mc?”

mammon them said…

“Yeah were ya gonna abandon us you little human??”

mammon said with a annoyed look, then beel said..

“Please don’t abandon us..”

Beel said with an expression that is enough to get your heart to melt.

“That is not very adorable of you to do that darling..”

asmo said with a sad expression as well.

just as you were about to explain what is going on, Belphegor suddenly cling onto your shoulder and had an expression of a kicked puppy.

“Were you gonna abandon us, Mc?..”

He said, in a most innocent and sad way he can possibly do which melted your heart.

“N-no of course not- i was just thinking about going on a vacation for a few days!”

You said, trying to not get them more upset.

Levi then said..

“This is why normies are the worse…”

he said in his usual sad-like face.

…

after a few hours of trying to EXPLAIN that you were NOT gonna abandon them and was just trying to go on a vacation, they finally understand and agree to help you pack even if you didn’t ask them too, so, here you are carrying about 2 suitcases which doesn’t make sense since you were only going away for a few days.

“Guys…isn’t this too much?”

you said with a nervous laugh.

“No that is the perfect amount of things you need for your vacation.”

Satan said, with a proud smile on his face but he frowns as soon as he remember that you were going away for a few days.

“I agree, that is certainly the perfect amount of stuff you need.”

Lucifer said, with his usual calm demeanor.

“You have the pillow I gave you right, Mc?”

Belphegor said as he waits for your response.

“Yes, I triple checked.”

you said for the one-hundred time.

“I will ask Solomon to give you a protective barrier just in case of an emergency, I also put a cursed item that whenever someone touches you, they burn to death.”

you gasped, opening one of the suitcase to find the cursed item.

“Lucifer! I don’t need this…I am fine!”

but lucifer insists.

“You need it to protect yourself, what if you get kidnapped? What if you’re in danger?”

…yeah Lucifer is taking this vacation too seriously.

after checking every AGAIN, you put away your suitcases and get ready for a peaceful sleep, that is until you heard a knock on your door and when you open it, you found belphie standing there with his pillow, he then said.

“…mc, can I sleep with you tonight..?”

In a blink of an eye, belphie has already begun to fall asleep after just getting on your bed, what a great way to start a night.

You sigh, before getting on the bed as well to sleep, you soon begun to fall asleep as well while belphie is clinging onto you like a sleepy puppy.

Later that morning, when you woke up you find yourself in a cuddle pile with not one, not two but 7 demons clinging onto you. That includes Lucifer as well btw.

as you tried to squeeze your way out you were stoped by beels sudden tight hug.

then, your door suddenly open which you found Solomon standing there with a amused expression but also a surprise one.

“Well…I figure this will happen.”

he laughs, making you annoyed.

“Get me out of here already, Solomon…”

you said, sounding more annoyed when he kept laughing.

“Alright alright.”

..

time skip to the demon lords castle where diavolo, Barbatos, and the demon brothers as well as Solomon reddy to take you back to the human world for your vacation.

“I will see you everyone when I get back, bye!”

You said waving at them a goodbye while you wake towards a portal create by Barbatos, as soon as you and Solomon were gone, the brothers immediately frown as they no longer feel your presence next to them.

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thanks for reading this short little story! I hope you had fun reading since I had fun writing it and hope that your day is now a little bit brighter <3

The end of: Mc going back to the human world for vacation♡-

Once again,thanks for reading!

#obey me fluff #shall we date obey me #Obey me #protective brothers #mc going on a vacation #Obey me brothers #Obey me brothers x mc

[sunsetzer]

On one hand, I want a final fantasy 6 remake, because the game is criminally underrated and the amount of fan content (which is all absolutely fantastic btw) is Not Enough for my neurodivergent, hyperfixating brain.

On the other hand, that would inevitably encourage more people to join the fandom, which would be great, except it seems these days the bigger a fandom gets the more toxic it becomes, and I really like what we have going on over here in our little corner. We all just love the game and its characters and nobody fights about who should and shouldn't date who or who you shouldn't like because they're ~problematique~. Nobody's trying to make one ship morally better than another, nobody's calling anyone names or threatening to doxx people who don't agree with their opinions. It's so peaceful and I love that for us. We're just vibing. Moisturized. Unbothered. In our lane. Flourishing.

#as someone who was in an extremely toxic and chaotic fandom and lowkey still traumatized #to the point where I'm afraid to mention which fandom it was/what my ship was #i have to say #i genuinely love it here #i was nervous at first sharing my ships and headcanons but everyone is so chill i was worried for nothing #thank you to everyone I've interacted with who has made this fandom a healing experience for me #i shudder to think about what some of the people i interacted with in a previous fandom would do with ff6 #probably would take edgar's flirting at face value and call him problematic for objectifying women #instead of considering the narrative and what we know about him and the way he actually treats women #my man drinks loving and respecting women juice he's not a creep #or that weird moment with relm that admittedly made me double take before i realized what he meant #theyd have a whole campaign against him lmfao #bc those people boil characters alive until they're just a formless pile of tropes and stereotypes #and seem to disregard all positive aspects of a character they don't like which is fine #but then they go and try to force other people to think like they do and ugh #theres a lot of silly moments in the game and aspects of these characters that make them well rounded and realistically flawed at times #and i fear that would get lost in the chaos if the floodgates opened after a remake #maybe im just jaded lmao #im jaded and i have anxiety so im always thinking about The Worst Case Scenario #the collective positive spirit of the dwellers in this fandom might actually foster a positive space if more people were to come in #ff6 #my post #i was gonna say maybe this is bc we're mostly adults #but that falls flat when i remember how some of the most toxic and immature people in some fandoms are grown ass adults #who bully each other and younger fans #and some of the most mature and cool people were actually younger #maybe ff6 fans are just built different lmao #also idk how old anyone else actually is there might be teenagers here i just don't think about it a lot

[brionnne]

note that i will only ever call mithrun "stupid" jokingly. by "stupid", i only mean "frustrating behavior that i am immensely familar with". seeing him do something that makes me groan aloud, closing my eyes, sighing "stupid (affectionate, mournful)". like when he fucking... his dumbass "i don't want to [use the bathroom] right now, so it's fine." oughh. i know you! i know you! that's not how that works!!! and he's smart!!! he's so smart... but god, god... he's kind of an absent professor. he's kind of a cloudcuckoolander. i love him dearly. he gets called a dummy, a little idiot, and i flick his forehead, a little bonk of hard-heads, like "try again, idiot. that's not how bodies work." and "ooh, 'that's not going to work'. yes it is. shut up, stoopid. stubborn little man, my god." rolling my eyes forever.

#mithrun #i'm not devaluing his intelligence #i feel like both can be true - that someone can be really smart but also take really stupid actions conversely #i fucking KNOW i do all the time #and i don't think there's anything particularly wrong with the word #it's not that his intelligence is compromised in any sense or that i think he's incapable #and it is solely #the fact that he is a stubborn little guy who doesn't listen and just goes 'that won't work' / 'i don't want to' / etc. #like... BUDDY... #buddy BOY #dummy #you are NOT a good judge of this ok? #zip ya lip little man #i know what you are #and i ain't fuckin listening to ya! #god. 'that won't work'. blah blah blah. okay sleepy. see you next panel. #fuckin knew that was going to happen #'i'm not tired' (his body stops working and he doesn't know why) #oh. OH. you're NOT? buddy i KNOW what happened ok? you need some fuckin rest #like - i'm gonna kick your legs out from under you + you're going to fall gently into bed + i tuck you in and smooch you #but i also fucking complain because OF COURSE YOU'RE TIRED ! you bastard ! go sleepy bye #it's his poor decisions and i know why he does them - because he doesn't know - but by god #it's also a little like please... listen to yourself... #on the one hand he doesn't know and never will #on the other hand ... you have been awake for hours and hours without sleep... please get some rest... #but yeah as someone who forgets needs and has little sense of that it is like... objectively a stupid experience #and i don't say that with judgement in my heart but it feels REALLY stupid when your body does something and you don't know why #it's not the disability though that makes me say as much - it is fully the fact that he is SO STUBBORN! SO STUBBORN!!!! #you say you're not tired and fall down? hm? then maybe you are? i know you don't know but whatever. let's get you to bed boy. ok? #caring for him + shaking my head like i get it so much but you gotta sleep! 'this won't work'. ok liar... i already know it will.

[smilesrobotlover]

Teeth whitening kills your enamel and weakens your teeth, if you feel it hurting you should contact a dentist! If it hurts that means it got beyond your enamel, which means you might need to start taking extra precautions to protect your teeth long term!

Im a special case, I have genetic factors, but as someone who had to have all their upper teeth removed at 20 years old I plead of you to see a dentist immediately. If you can do preventative maintenance now, you'll save yourself a huge bill and potentially huge dental issues down the line!

I also suggest pro-namel toothpaste with sensodyne, i dont normally promote brands and it tastes god awful, but the difference in enamel degradation on my bottom teeth is noticably slower since Ive been using it long term, and the sensodyne in it really helps. I even use it on one tooth that occasionally decides it hates existence and it'll numb the discomfort

But PLEASE take this seriously! I am worse case scenario, and you do NOT want to be where i am

I believe it. This is something that I want to talk to my dentist about cuz it’s def not normal for your teeth to hurt the way mine did. I mean with those pro enamel commercials I figured that with the pain I felt, that I had weak enamel, which sucks. Luckily we do have the toothpaste you mentioned. Def not using it anymore tho. I’d rather be self conscious about my off white teeth than to destroy my teeth.

#but like. please chill out. I don’t need someone freaking out on me #please #asks #it’s annoying cuz I take good care of my teeth but I always seem to have issues #I brush my teeth twice a day and floss and all that #my teeth. especially my canines. are just slightly yellow naturally. it’s annoying #I hate how white teeth is like. the expectation. why cant your natural look be the expectation? #why must you need all this bs ? #bleh #I didn’t feel THAT self conscious about it until I took a picutre and I noticed how yellow my teeth were #and my sweet little sister said ‘ew you need to brush your teeth more’ #(even tho I’ve brushed mine more than she has) #ugh anyways thanks for your concern #but again I don’t need people freaking out on thsi and telling me that everything is gonna fall apart ok)

[medicinemane]

And maybe you'll be like "but if you don't trust businesses, how can you trust welfare?"

I fucking don't. My mom trying to get on food stamps fucked me up because a lady I never met without my permission got my SSN from my mom and started editing my files. My heart still races to this very second whenever I think about it, it kinda messed me up bad and I'll never ever ever see any kind of recourse

And I'm terrified that I'm gonna lose my medicaid just cause I inherited some money from my grandpa

And I've never even applied for disability cause it kinda doesn't matter finding out if I'd qualify or not cause of my depression, when the rules are so restrictive I don't know if I've even be allowed to keep my house

I do not fucking trust these things on a personal level. I feel like out of a lot of people I have the most to fear from them cause I'm on the edge of having things work, and that gets you punished

...but I need medicaid in order to have insurance (and when you strip out the finance side of medicaid, I love medicaid... they're honestly incredible insurance... I just... I just... dental is like 90% of why medicaid is so important to me, ever since I found out this state pays for it I've actually been able to do cleanings which is important to me cause I can't always get myself to brush)

And I think things like disability and food stamps are pretty damn important on a personal level, and honestly are also good for the economy cause they get people spending... it's practically a free cash infusion into the economy, cause these are people who need to buy stuff

There's just so much important stuff welfare does that it's worth dealing with government

No, what I want is more accountability so if someone gets my SSN from a 3rd party like my mom they're held to HIPPA styles standards where that's not ok to access my files without my permission (She changed my fucking address and tried to get medicaid to investigate me for fraud! Never even met me)

Like have some accountability there and in every situation

Secondly I want less punitive focused rules. I'd frankly prefer bezos get on disability than smack down some poor sod cause they got $2000 in the bank or cause their friend lets them live with them for free

If there's gonna be a cut off on these programs, it needs to be a solid step above the poverty line, cause... by definition I assume poverty line denotes kinda the minimum expected income people can reasonably live off of, and if you take away benefits people are gonna lose a chunk of money to covering that stuff themself, so you need a buffer before you kick people off

I don't fucking trust the government for a second, I've actively been fucked by them and on a personal level I avoid everything but medicaid and only that cause everything but the money is pleasant to deal with and I kinda need it (honestly if I was rich I'm not even kidding that I'd rather give medicaid like $400 a month than some insurance company, I sincerely like them as insurance)

But I'd trust them a lot more if they were less punitive, less out to hunt me down and gut me cause someone handed me a fiver or cause I started to get on my feet, and if government employees had concrete rules they had to follow that were actually transparent and enforced

Like 90% of my problems with welfare go away if they're held accountable and there's less "catch the welfare cheats" mentality going around

I don't trust the government in the slightest, but sadly there some jobs it kinda has to do, so I'd just rather force it to be an open book where the public can keep an eye on it and if they step out of line there's consequences (sort of like I don't trust most mega corps but happen to sometimes need stuff from them... did you know literally every cell service provider has been illegally selling shit like your location data to random people like bounty hunters, and the FCC just slapped them with a fine that's 0.02% of their yearly incomes and debated even doing that? I even can offer a source on that)

...I don't trust much of any authority cause they constantly fail me and kinda screw me. Don't trust doctors either, but I still gotta go to them, you know? ...they're just... they're real bad at listening... so many systems need systemic change

(You know who I really don't trust is the cops. I could point to so many examples. My uncle doesn't trust cops either, and he's an ex Fire and SWAT paramedic, he worked with them and we still got into a long conversation where he basically tore into them far better than I can)

(I don't trust authority that's not accountable)

#anyway; if I'm a lousy cheat or whatever least they can do is give me a gun so I can solve that problem #shit makes me wish I was canadian so I could take advantage of their sick implementation of assisted suicide #what should be a system that gives people a choice about the quality of their life; and I don't think should be relegated to terminal illne #...there was... think he was dutch; had been burned by his girlfriend all over his body; was in constant pain #and he ended up using assisted suicide in the end cause he was just in constant agony... think that's his choice to make #but of course the canadian system concretely pushes people; mostly the poor and disabled; to kill themselves #not theoretically; as in literally says word for word to them 'you should really kill yourself; just sign here' #it's sick; it truly is #but for any americans that want to dunk on it; I'm telling you we're no better #we have the exact same miserable desperation and people (again; mostly poor and disabled) into despair #only difference is we don't offer assisted suicide #the underlying issues in the US and canada are so damn similar; so much of what's happening ends up being the same #you can't act smug just cause you only make people want to die instead of also offering to help #that's like saying that you're the good guy cause while you did everything you could to drive someone to the brink #get them fired; slash their tires; just cartoon level villain stuff to personally harass this person... at least you won't hand them rope #we have such similar systemic issues to canada; and I am explicitly telling you that like the people in canada that have said #'I can't take it anymore; disability doesn't cover my expenses and I can't get any help... I'm at my wits end so I'm gonna go die' #I'm telling you that I feel that same way; just without any eugenics agency I can call up #I'm really working to get things stable; but it feels like I'm teetering on the edge of falling into permanent failure #and... and I'll actually tell you the amount even though I don't like to mention money... makes me feel guilty #my gramps left me $27k; which sounds like a lot; but I got 20 windows that need redoing (house has a lot of windows) #...if they ended up being 1k each; that's most of the money gone; if they end up being more... #and I got a whole lotta other stuff I've been putting off like plumbing around here; need to replace that faucet #it's an amount of money that helps; but it's an amount of money that isn't gonna last #...that's like a year of bills; and my mom already needs me to pay like $400 to the propane bill since she got behind #I want to use it to... to try and really get my feet on the ground; but it might loose me my insurance... it makes me want to die #and not to be a selfish bastard; but if I could I'd like to try and take and invest a bit to maybe build some passive income #given that... that a job never seems to work out for me cause I fucking suck and cause like... my insomnia has me up at 5:30 am right now #mm tag so i can find things later