#which resulted in some of my skin getting all fucked and horrible looking

[pumakaji64]

Honestly now that I think about my pissy mood and low energy these days likely isn't just because of my job but also because I've been bleeding out non-stop for like... about a week now???

... Okay, that makes it sound way worse then it is- It's not like a scary amount of blood, but I wouldn't be shocked if it factored into why I feel so crabby lately...

I also just find it kinda funny that I've been going into my job the last few days with just this missing chunk of skin that is still bleeding and no one knows but me and my mom lol

#putting this one under the readmore just in case lol- it's nothing serious but it can sound rather alarming #tw pretty intense medical talk in the following tags #long story short I had an allergic reaction to an adhesive they used to patch me up after my surgery #which resulted in some of my skin getting all fucked and horrible looking #the doctor cut off as much of the bad skin as I could stomach him cutting and told me how to take care of the wound #he said it'd bleed for awhile and it has been quite awhile now and I've run out of gauze ._. #I don't really know what normal is suppose to look like for this tbh- it's very red naturally #I try not to mess with it too much since it's really tender

[bingwriterxo]

drunk

pairing: tara carpenter x freeman!reader

summary: in which you've turned to drinking as a coping mechanism

warnings: talks of stabbing, mentions of throwing up

word count: 1600+

scream 5 spoilers! read at your own risk!

Heavy and rushed knocks on the front door of the apartment drew Tara from sleep. She sat up in her bed with bated breath and turned on her beside lamp as she heard Sam flick her own light on in the bedroom next to hers. There was the sound of shuffling footsteps, her sister's voice as she called out, "Who is it?", muffled noise as whoever was standing out in the hall answered, and then the clinking of locks being undone and the squeak of the door opening. 

Tara waited for a few moments, released the breath she was holding, and wondered if she'd have to get out of bed next. Her question was answered when Sam yelled, "Tara! Can you come in here?"

She slipped out of bed quickly, feet soft against the wood floor, and padded out into the living room. She was greeted by the sight of Sam, who was standing in the middle of the room with her arms crossed over her chest, and Mindy and Chad, who were looking at her with worried eyes.

"What's going on?" she asked. 

"Tara!" The voice startled her as it came from none of the three people she was staring at, and she ventured farther into the room until she could see over the back of the couch. You were lying there, a wide grin on your face at the sight of the brunette and your arms wide open, like you were expecting her to just lay down right on top of you. "Hi, baby!" you greeted. 

She smiled. "Hi, Y/N."

"She's, like, really fucked up right now," Chad said, and Tara whipped her head up, staring at him with wide eyes. 

"What do you mean 'she's fucked up right now'?"

"He means," Mindy began, causing Tara's attention to fall on her instead, "that she showed up at my dorm like half an hour ago looking for you. She was blubbering like an idiot because she missed you but forgot how to get to your apartment." The girl shrugged. "I went to get Chad and we brought her over here."

"That's the fourth time this week, Tar," Sam interjected carefully, watching her younger sister. "She's been drinking a lot."

Tara glanced down at you, who was staring at her with big, dreamy eyes and clearly not listening to the conversation at hand, and sighed. "I know." She glanced at her friends and sister. "She's...she's still coping with...you know." The brunette didn't have to say the words for them all to understand what she meant: Woodsboro. 

Of them all, you had probably experienced the worst betrayal--Amber was your twin sister, and you had had no idea what she was planning until it happened. The raven-haired girl had stabbed you mercilessly with the idea of leaving no survivors behind, and you nearly died. 

Tara had experienced far too many times the nightmares that you would wake up from, in which your sister was hovering over you again, that same horrible smirk on her face as she dug the knife into you repeatedly. She'd tried to get you to talk about it, but you always refused and instead turned to partying as much as possible, which always resulted in this same ending--you, on her couch, plastered to the point of no return, and her taking care of you. 

Sam sighed. "I'll grab some Advil and water." She turned to Mindy and Chad. "You two can go now, if you want. Or stay." She shrugged. "Either way. Doesn't matter to me." She made her way to the kitchen, and the twins decided to follow her, leaving you and Tara alone in the living room.

"Oh, Y/N," Tara sighed as she rounded the couch. She kneeled beside you and placed her hands on your cheeks gently. You simply watched, leaning into her touch a bit. 

"Hi, pretty girl," you slurred, and, even after having been with you for the past three years, Tara could feel herself blush at the compliment. "Can we go cuddle?"

"Soon, my love." She rubbed her thumb against your skin and leaned closer. Your eyes flitted down to her lips, and she chuckled. "You can't keep doing this to yourself," she whispered. "It's not good for you."

You sucked in a breath. "Yeah."

Tara knew she wasn't going to get a real conversation out of you, not when you were that drunk, but she took that word as a sign that you at least knew that what you were doing wasn't right. She sighed and decided to table the conversation for the morning.

Sam returned then, with the twins in tow, and said, "I left two pills and a glass of water on your nightstand for her when she wakes up."

"Thanks, Sam," Tara said gratefully. She stood up and glanced at you before looking to Chad. "Could you...?"

He nodded and crossed the room, slipping one hand beneath your shoulders and the other beneath your knees. He picked you up gingerly and carefully carried you to Tara's room, lying you down on her bed. 

"Be good, champ," he said to you, squeezing your shoulder lightly before telling Tara, "We'll come by tomorrow."

"Okay," the brunette said with a nod, and then he disappeared, shutting the door behind him. She could hear the twins and Sam talking softly in the living room, most likely about the situation at hand, but her attention was focused on you. 

"Can we cuddle now?" you asked.

"Soon," she repeated. "Let me get you out of those clothes." She was gentle as she helped you out of your jeans and top, and then just as gentle as she slipped you into a pair of her pajama shorts and an old soccer t-shirt of hers. "Doesn't that feel better?"

You only hummed in response, and she knew that the alcohol was starting to put you to sleep. She nodded to herself and then climbed into bed beside you, reaching over your body to shut off her lamp. Once the two of you were encased in darkness--save for the small night light Tara had glowing in the corner; she couldn't find it in herself to sleep in the complete dark anymore, and neither could you--she wrapped an arm around your waist and buried her face between your shoulder blades, legs intertwining with your own.

"I wish you'd stop doing this to yourself," she whispered to ears that weren't listening. She held you close and tried to ignore the tears that pricked at her eyes. 

* * *

When she woke up, you were no longer in bed with her, but she could hear you in the bathroom throwing up, and she ran a hand down her face. The noise only lasted for a moment before the flush of the toilet came, and then the sound of the faucet, and then you were standing in her doorway, your palm pressed to your forehead.

"I feel like shit," you mumbled. 

Tara chuckled softly. "Well, you were really drunk last night, so I'm not surprised."

You groaned as you sauntered toward her bed, throwing yourself down on the edge of it. She sat up, rubbing a slow hand down your spine as you sat there, praying for your head to stop pounding. 

"Could you hand me the stuff on your nightstand?" you asked, referring to the pills and water Sam had left there the night before. Tara nodded, shuffling a bit before returning to you, placing the items in your hands.

You took the pills quickly and gulped down the glass of water after them, sighing with relief as the liquid quenched your parched throat. 

Silence blanketed the two of you for a moment before Tara decided to speak up. "That was the fourth time this week that that's happened, Y/N," she said, pulling her bottom lip between her teeth. 

You clenched your eyes shut at the thought, releasing a shaky breath. "I know." You turned to her. "And I'm sorry that you keep having to take care of me."

She shook her head. "That's not what I care about. I'm more than happy to take care of you when you need it." She inhaled deeply. "But you can't keep doing this. It's not healthy."

You glanced down, staring at the bedsheets. "I know that, too, but...the only time I can't hear her is when I'm drinking." You swallowed. "Any time else, she's in my head. I don't...I don't know what else to do," you confessed quietly. Tara could see tears brim your eyes. "She won't go away."

"Is it just...that night?" she asked carefully. She didn't want to push, or that would cause you to end the conversation completely, and this was the most she had gotten out of you since the attack happened. 

"No," you said with a shake of your head. "No, sometimes it's just...memories, of growing up. I mean, with our parents gone all the time, we were basically the only family each other had. She...she wasn't great, obviously, but she was still my sister, and I just--" You were trembling, thoughts of Amber swirling around in your head and tears unable to be kept at bay. "I miss her, Tara."

"Y/N..." Tara wrapped her arms around your shoulders and pulled you in, your face burrowing into her neck. She felt as your tears soaked her skin, and she held you tighter. "You're allowed to miss her. It's normal."

"But with everything she did, I feel like I shouldn't," you sobbed. "It's just...it's so much. And I--God, Tara, I just want things back to the way they were."

She ran her hands through your hair. "I know, baby. I know."

"How do I get it to stop? H--how do I stop feeling like this?"

Tara sighed. "It's gonna take time, sweetheart. And talking, too, you know. That'll help."

You pushed yourself further into her. "I'm sorry," you cried.

She shushed you. "What're you apologizing for? You don't have to apologize."

"I've been such a mess recently, and...and you've had to take care of me, and--"

"It's okay. It's okay." She tightened her grip. "You're okay. We'll just...we'll find you a better outlet, okay? That sound good?"

You nodded against her, your sobs quieting a bit. "Thank you. For being here. For sticking with me, after everything."

Tara pulled away just enough to place a kiss against your temple. "I'll always be here. I'm not going anywhere."

#tara carpenter x reader #tara carpenter #tara x reader #jenna ortega #jenna ortega x reader #scream 5 #scream 6

[damnlance]

hello pls enjoy this random klance blurb idea that’s been rotting in my brain..

so keith is a truck driver and is usually on the road at aaaalllll hours of the day/night. he’s always tired and exhausted and sometimes doesn’t even get to go home because of where he’s delivering to, resulting in him resting in crappy hotels (paid for by his job), and only getting a few hours of sleep if he can. he’s a very careful truck driver even if he’s surrounded by other reckless, idiot drivers, and takes his job very seriously. although he misses home, he enjoys life on the road and has traveled to some cool places all over the country. and sometimes, he gets to take his giant wolf-dog kosmo with him for company. he brings back cool souvenirs for his friends/family when he does return to his small but cozy home in the desert and doesn’t have too many complaints.

until one morning, as he’s driving on a busy highway, he runs into ‘before work traffic.’ he’s stuck in front of some fancy blue car and the owner is driving like he’s under the influence or something. the owner keeps swerving to the left, sometimes getting honked at, and keith has to drive so slow, most of the time not at all, because the guy stops moving and it’s pretty hard to break when keith isn’t prepared for it AND can barely see the tail of this blue car in his big, tall truck. so keith stays on high alert, praying for anyone to get in between him and this possibly intoxicated weirdo who’s going to cause an accident! things begin looking up when the traffic starts moving smoothly and the a-hole in the blue car starts driving like he means it. and keith can finally begin his cruise to his destination that’s 2 hours away so he can get back home. all cars around him are driving like they should be and keith feels a little of his nerves start to dissipate.

but of course that quickly goes out the window because the fancy blue sports car suddenly slams on their brakes and keith is nowhere near prepared for it. he rear ends the blue car, not too hard but definitely not gentle, which causes him to slam on his own brakes to prevent anymore damage. he hits his forehead on the steering wheel in the process and nearly blacks out.

everything horribly wrong runs through keith’s veins and he proceeds to get over onto the shoulder lane of the highway, following the banged up sports car. keith takes a deep breath and when it’s safe to do so, opens his truck door and climbs out of it. he walks around to the front of his truck, too afraid to look at the damage to the sports car. his truck barely has a scratch.. but it does have the sports car’s goddamn license plate stuck to it..

before keith has the chance to form any kind of apology, a figure is slowly getting out of the sports car. keith’s eyes hesitantly float to the figure. and he’s tall, dark, and handsome. he’s got silky bronze skin and sapphire blue eyes that leave keith hypnotized. great. he feels even more guilty now. wiping his sweaty palms on his dark jeans, keith goes to approach the good looking guy but is immediately stopped by him.

“holy crow!” the guy shouts. keith winces, assuming the obvious. fancy car dented like a can of sardines, license plate damn near glued to keith’s truck like a hood ornament. goodbye job, hello lawsuit. but when keith opens his eyes, he realizes that this godlike guy is staring.. at him. he straightens his posture, and when he goes to speak, the guy speaks over him. “are you alright, man!?”

“m-me?” keith asks like an idiot because of course he’s talking to him. who the fuck else is around!? butterflies ravage around keith’s insides because this sexy piece of art is walking towards him and boldly gripping him by the shoulders, keith has no time to think because this guy’s elegant, angelic scent enraptured keith like a long overdue hug, leaving him infatuated.

“oh dude, you’re bleeding!” the gorgeous guy with the piercing sapphire eyes exclaims. keith can’t be bothered by it though, he’s too busy being shot by cupid’s arrow. this guy has the most perfect skin keith has ever seen, it shines so radiantly in the sun that keith swears he can see his own reflection. getting a good look at him, keith notices how faultless his face is. this guy has the most symmetrical face ever. his nose is long and pretty, and freckles dance along the bridge going from one springy cheek to the other. with a piercing through his septum, decorated with diamonds, keith nearly melts into a puddle. peach fuzz sits just underneath that freckled nose, resting on his plump, pink upper lip and if keith inhales, he can smell the faintest bit of cinnamon, most likely a balm of some sort. his lashes are long and satiny and the way he bats his eyes, keith swears he can feel a tiny breeze coming from them. his hair is a light brown, resting just above his chiseled jawline, extra curly and bouncy from the way the subtle breeze is blowing through it. and those eyes. keith could die in those eyes. he wishes he could wake up to those eyes. there isn’t the slightest bit of imperfections on his godlike face anywhere. no wrinkles or crows feet or old scars. no moles or beauty marks. just.. heaven.

“dude!” a pinch to the arm has keith snapping out of it, dragging him back to the harsh reality that he just rear ended this angel’s expensive ass sports car.

“h-huh?” he says because he doesn’t know how long he was under this guy’s spell and because what are words?

“i said you’re bleeding!” the guy reaches up to keith’s forehead, slightly moving keith’s long, shoulder length hair out of his face, and touching his hairline with two fingers. he pulls them down to keith’s view and low and behold. red. that just about snaps keith back to their current situation and he jumps back, away from the angel.

“jesus!” he yells, holding himself. “i-i’m sorry!”

“for bleeding?” the blue-eyed guy speaks, his voice raspy and deep. “yeah, dude, it’s cool.” he smirks in a devious, yet playful way. keith’s heart sinks to his stomach.

“uh,” keith swallows hard, “f-for hitting on you! i-i mean-!” he babbles, he stutters, he hiccups, “y-your car!! for hitting your car!”

the guy says nothing as keith yaps on and on about insurance and paying for the damages and even apologizing for getting his blood on the guy’s fingers. he can’t stop himself from the word vomit but somehow, mystery man doesn’t seem to care. he just smirks even more until it blends into a smile that keith can’t bother to look at.

his heart falls to his ass now.

“dude?” the guy says, shushing keith. it works. of course it does, keith would shut the fuck up a million times if this guy said to.

“hm..” keith swallows hard.

“i don’t care about the car.”

keith’s mouth falls open. “you don’t!?”

the guys smiles again, so unearthly that keith’s heart is now between his feet.

“no. i only care about the gash in your head.” he chuckles. fuck. “it’s pretty deep. i can go with you to the hospital..”

keith is at a loss for words! this gentleman sent from god just had his fancy, million dollar sports car crushed by keith’s 7,000 pound truck filled with useless mattresses (his delivery this week), and all he cares about is.. keith’s bleeding forehead!?

ain’t no fucking way.

“no!” keith yells and the guys kinda flinches. “i mean! y-your car!! i-! your car is-! i didn’t mean to..”

god, here he goes babbling again. like seriously? it gets the guy smiling AGAIN and keith can’t handle it. who the fuck put this man on the planet???

“sir?” he says. fucking sir. he reaches for keith’s tensed shoulders and keith melts. literally. “relax.” their eyes lock and keith swears he will never look at anything else again because there is nothing on earth that is more captivating.

“o.. kay..” keith nods, looking up at his angel. he’s about 2 inches taller than keith, but that’s alright with him. a light blush fills his nose and soon his cheeks when he realizes how close they are again.

“you seem really distraught by the whole thing. allow me to introduce myself. my name is lance.”

keith nods again, unable to speak because his angel has a name and it’s just as beautiful as him.

“and yours?” lance asks.

“k.. k-keith..” keith forces out.

lance smiles AGAIN for fucks sake, keith is going to be reduced to ashes if he keeps doing that.

“it’s nice to meet you, keith.” lance moves his hands from the top of keith’s shoulders down to his forearms, giving them a gentle, reassuring squeeze. keith would like to step out onto the ongoing traffic that’s still going on beside them because all of this is literally happening on the side of the fucking road!

“mhm.” keith squeaks. like actually. lance removes his hands and keith gets so cold. he moves over to keith’s truck to assess the (nonexistent) damages and almost laughs.

“you know, you really did me a favor,” he says, placing his slender hands on his taught waist. keith squeaks again.

“oh.. how so?” keith walks over slowly, looking from the sports car to his truck that barely has a dent in it.

“i’ve been wanting to get rid of this car since i got it three years ago.” lance says. “my fancy rich parents got it for me for my twenty-third birthday and i’ve always hated it.” he looks over and finds keith’s eyes.

keith goes beet red.

“i got into a fight with said parents about it a few days ago and kinda prayed that something bad would happen to it.” lance continues, crossing his arms over his chest. “guess that makes you like my angel or something?”

what. the fucking. hell.

keith goes all the way red, so red that the blood from his gash blends into his face almost perfectly. lance just smiles wide and cheekily like he knows what he’s doing and keith knows he does.

“kidding.” lance says with a laugh and a smirk. he walks away to his car and proceeds to open the drivers side door, grabbing a backpack and a rather large duffle bag from the small backseat. he grabs a few more things from the cupholder, the armrest, and reaches over to the passenger side for the glove compartment, shoving all those items into his duffle bag. he grabs the keys out of the ignition and closes the door, pressing the lock button twice. pulling his phone from his back pocket, he takes a picture of the damages to his car and nods his head. “alright, sent.”

“what??” keith’s eyes grow wide. “you just-!”

“i just sent a pic to my annoying parents. yeah, man.” lance is smiling and keith is falling hard. he reaches over to the front of keith’s truck and peels off his license plate, smiling at it. “this will make a great mantelpiece above my parent’s fireplace. what do you think?” he smiles at keith and raises one of his perfectly arched eyebrows.

keith can’t help but smile back. this man is devious. “i.. think it’s badass.”

lance’s eyes do this thing where they light up like a christmas tree and keith can’t fucking feel his jelly legs!

“that’s my boy.” lance fucking purrs and okay yeah keith is 100% sure he moans.

a lot happens in those next few minutes because words are exchanged and the next thing keith knows, his drop dead gorgeous angel is in the passenger seat of his giant truck and they’re driving to the nearest hospital for keith to get stitches. after a good look in the mirror and the adrenaline leaving his veins, keith realized that his gash was actually that. a deep one. it was bleeding down his face and crusting and he concluded that he needed to get it checked out. at least he could play the hurt card and get out of work for a day, maybe two. after he finished his delivery, he’s not that hurt.

as for lance? well.. let’s just say that he was pretty happy holding keith’s hand while he got stitches. and talking up the cute nurse at the front desk to lower the bill for keith’s stitches. and paying said bill for keith’s stitches. and finishing the delivery with keith. and even driving all the way home to some fancy gated community full of giant mansion-like houses with big swimming pools and porcelain fountains.

it’s about 2pm when they finish their little adventure as keith parks his truck just outside of the gated neighborhood. he reaches up to touch the gauze on his forehead and receives a slap to the hand.

“no!” lance yells, “don’t touch! you gotta let it heal properly.”

“right,” keith nods nervously, fidgeting with the dark leather gloves on his hands. lance seems to notice them and points.

“aren’t you hot in those?” he asks. “it’s like eighty degrees out.”

“nah,” keith shrugs, staring at his hands, “i pretty much lived in the desert, so im used to the heat.”

for some reason that makes lance smile. not too much but enough to make keith realize that he would do anything to make him smile over and over.

“yeah, being used to the heat must be nice and all,” lance shrugs, “considering how hot you are.”

an actual jolt of electricity runs up keith’s spine so hard that he has to subtly arch his back away from the leather seat because he’s pretty sure it’s getting hot in his truck and he doesn’t mean the temperature.

lance seems to notice because his smile doesn’t falter. it hasn’t faltered all day. not after the accident. not at the hospital. not at keith’s delivery site or the long drive back to lance’s home. he’s been smiling all day considering his precious car being totaled and his wealthy parents most likely being furious with him.

“i apologize for being so forward but,” lance sighs like he’s been dying to get this off his chest, “can i.. get your number?”

keith chokes on air. “m-my… number??”

lance nods. “yeah. like, your phone number.”

“.. why?” keith fucking blurts out like a goddamn idiot!!! his face seems to match the screaming voice in his head because lance continues to smile, chuckles even. he’s so beautiful.

“so i can text you for your insurance information, duh?” lance smirks. when keith takes his sarcasm seriously, lance rolls his eyes. “oh my god, so i can call you sometime!.. m-maybe..”

“me!?” keith can’t believe this. “you want to call me?”

lance nods, turning his body towards keith so he can face him. “yeah. is that.. cool?”

“yes!” keith nods rapidly, “i mean.. sure.”

“cool.” lance bites his lower lip as he reaches for his phone in his lap. they exchange phone numbers and lance goes as far as to take a picture of keith for his picture in his phone. when keith tries to hide stating that his long hair is messy and the bandage on his head looks dumb, lance reassures him that he looks cute and how he wanted to remember keith just like he is now. ‘sexy, yet adorable’ he said. keith literally can’t keep being tortured like this.

it was keith’s turn to take a picture of lance. his hair was a perfect kind of messy and his lips glossy with cinnamon lip balm, a scent that filled the air in keith’s truck. he smiled big, so big that his eyes kind of closed and turned into crescents. he was just so insanely gorgeous that keith didn’t know what to do with himself!!! he saved his name as guardian angel lance with a blue heart emoji to match those hypnotic eyes. his favorite eyes.

as their time came to an excruciatingly sad end, they said their goodbyes. lance opened keith’s hand and placed something inside before reaching over and planting a scorching hot kiss to keith’s cheek, thanking him for the eventful day. keith was a stone cold statue as lance happily made his way out of the truck and into his gated neighborhood, putting in some kind of PIN code before the rather large gates opened up to let him in. he turned to wave goodbye to keith before he disappeared down a hill.

when keith came to, he looked down in his hand to see the cinnamon lip balm sitting in the palm of his hand, waves of exhilaration and adoration swimming along the insides of his stomach. his heart did a small little pang and he had to clutch his chest at the unfamiliar feeling.

is this.. love?

to be continued..?

part 2

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[sunflowersteves]

just best friends || e.m.

summary || you and eddie had a complicated relationship, fucks and all. but one day eddie had just about enough. 

author’s note || hello!!! this is my first big fic in like,,, nine months lmao wow. i hope you enjoy!!

warnings || little bit of angst, smut!!, afab!fic, sex in a van ya know, unprotected sex, eating out, fingering, lots of pet names, [18+ only, minors DNI]

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Eddie Munson was your best friend. Well, best friends that fuck on the side because the two of you are too scared to break any dynamics. 

You always came to the hellfire club weekly meetings that were held in a small classroom in Hawkins High, which means you were friends with Dustin, Lucas, and Mike too. You would never play, but you would always give the kids advice on their next moves. 

Eddie loved it when you came to their club—he always made sure there was an extra seat for you. He would wrap his arm around you as he described the ferocious monster that was about to attack the team. You would always laugh, head tilted back as Eddie made monstrous sounds and wild hand gestures. 

By the end of the game, everyone was either happy as can be, with big smiles or pouty faces from a loss. The club always ended with you and Eddie, alone, talking about everything and nothing. After your conversation would die down, the two of you would stare at each other intently. Then immediately, he would always sink to his knees—plunging into you like a madman.

He usually would just drop you off afterward, waving goodbye and a quick “see you tomorrow” before driving off in his van. But, something felt different this time—something felt off.

During this round, the dungeon master had won, which resulted in all of your friends leaving with defeated faces. You still stayed around like normal, but Eddie was quieter—much quieter.

You hadn’t realized you were babbling about until his hands gripped the surface of your thighs, your skin stinging at the cold sensation of his silver rings. 

You had chosen to wear a skirt today—the hot august month had everyone burning up more than ever. He looks up at you for a moment, almost quizzical, as if he was thinking a little too hard. 

His eyes flicker away from yours. “Wanna get some nachos?”

You blinked, heart pounding against your chest. He subconsciously moved the pad of his thumb back and forth on your thighs. You then shrugged, trying to act nonchalant. “Sure.”

That leads now to your current situation, sharing nachos in the back of Eddie’s van that was parked near Lover’s Lake. He was still quieter than usual, and all you could do was babble on about nothing in particular. It was definitely odd, but at least you were enjoying the very horrible gas station nachos that he so treated you with. You were resting your back against the side of the van with the nachos perched on your knee. Eddie was right beside you, legs slightly brushing up against another. 

You both ended up reaching down for the same nacho, hands brushing up against one another. Your eyes widened at the feeling of his calloused hands smoothing over yours, even if it was just for a second.

“Oh, um- sorry.” You were expecting him to reply with something snarky as a joke, but as he stayed silent, your back straightened a little. Yeah, this was definitely weird. He was still looking at you with his mouth slightly agape, but you couldn’t bear to look over at him. Your body felt like it was burning, heat rising with each passing second under his gaze. 

But then you heard his voice, your eyes slowly reaching his own. 

“Listen, I-,” He looked away, finding the cassette tapes on the floor of the van much more interesting. “I-I can’t do this anymore.”

You had now placed the nachos to the side. You tried to respond, but nothing could come out of your mouth. Can’t do what anymore? Did he not want you anymore? Did he still even want to be friends? Why was he so nervous? Can’t do what?

“I can’t keep pretending that I don’t want to kiss you when I pick you up in the morning.”  He twirled his ring around as nervousness bubbled inside of him. “I can’t keep pretending that when I see you, it’s like, it’s like—” He paused, eyes snapping shut. “I can’t keep doing whatever we’re doing. I can’t pretend that I don’t love you.” You hadn’t realized how close his face got to yours until you felt his breath flit onto you. 

“Then you don’t have to, Eddie. Stop pretending.” 

Not even a beat had passed as his lips pressed against yours. His hand smoothed onto your cheek—bruising as his mouth swallowed yours. Your hands rested right on top of his knees, just begging to get closer to the metalhead. 

Your hand moved into his curly hair, gripping tightly while the other one stayed right on top of his knee. He could’ve sworn that was the best feeling he had ever felt. Your body felt alive—pulsating with every kiss that turned harder and harder. His tongue teased yours—sucking and licking as your bodies gradually pressed further against each other. 

You let out a whine when he let go, which, of course, made a chuckle arise out of him. “So eager, sweet girl.” 

He was fucking grinning—cocky stature never wavering. You almost wanted to smack it off of his face, but he was quick to pull you right on top of his lap. His hands dented into your waist, pressing kisses all over your face. 

“So cute you are, huh? Can’t get enough of you.” You giggle at the sensation of his hair tickling against your skin.

He then briefly lifts you up, sliding against the van floor, so you were almost sitting on his face. His hands connected to your thighs and slowly widened them with a dazed smile. Your eyes widened at the implication, just expecting a quick fuck. Your hands dragged themselves up to his shoulders. 

“Oh, Eddie, you don’t have to-”

His nostrils flared, “No, sweet girl, I need to.” 

He lifted up your skirt, a string of curses releasing from his mouth at the sight of the white lace that adorned your mound. His eyes flicker from your skirt to your eyes. “You want this, yeah? We can stop. I won’t do anything you’re uncomfortable with, okay?”

You shook your head, feeling too hot as you licked your lips. Your hands dragged down the length of his arm, begging for anything to happen—needing anything to happen. 

“Please, Eddie. Please–” 

He devilishly grinned, “Please, what?”

His finger tapped along the side of your thighs as he waited for your response. The whine that left your throat went straight to his cock. “Please, touch me, Eddie–”

His finger looped around the band of your underwear, pulling and tugging it down your legs. “‘m gonna taste this pretty pussy– oh fuck–” Your slick was dripping out, the smell lifting into his nose. He moans, “If anything is too much, give me two taps on my hand okay? Jesus—I might not be able to stop—fuck you’re so wet,” his finger couldn’t help but wiggle his way through your lips. You mewled at the sensation—an involuntary grind of your hips heaved in his face.

He let out a low guttural moan. Your walls are thick and spongy and so so good. Your pretty little whimpers were music to his ears—he couldn’t get enough of them. His tongue licked and sucked your clit, your hand tugging and pulling through his luscious hair. His finger curled ever so slightly that made your toes curl. His other hand tightened on your thigh, rings giving an all too familiar string. 

God, you tasted so sweet, so earthy. “Sweet girl, you doin’ so good for me.” You looked sublime. Your eyes were tightly shut, and your mouth hung open. You almost cried when he removed his finger, but it didn’t last long before his tongue lapped your cunt.

“Fuck, Eddie—Oh, fuck-” His nose pressed deeply against your clit, tongue, and lips, still sucking and pulling and licking. You were gonna break. You were definitely gonna come. It was all too much—his hair tickling your thighs, his eyes never deciding whether to watch your pretty cunt or look at your blissed face, and his hands—his fucking hands. 

“You gonna come on my tongue, sweetheart? C’mon, you can do it. You can make a little mess on me, yeah?”

You could hardly respond, blistering heat crashing over you as your thighs shake and quiver. You screamed his name over and over again, and your hands gripped his forearms so hard he thought he was going to bruise. He continued to dig his tongue inside, feeling the way your cunt convulsed. 

“Fuckfuckfuck–” 

Your body almost felt limp—his smile was so goddamn proud. He licked his lips, and his eyes almost rolled in the back of his head at the taste of you. He moved you, so now you were laying on your back, fingers aimlessly drawing patterns on his forearms.

“You want my cock, sweet girl? You want me to fill you up?” You couldn’t even say anything as your hands desperately reached his belt buckle. You hadn’t ever gone this far with Eddie, despite the many, many thoughts you had about it. You were too afraid to ruin the already perfect routine with him. 

He chuckled at your excitement before tugging his jeans and underwear down to his ankles. God, he was big—thick and bulging and red tip aching. You were practically drooling at the sight of him. 

“Hmm, you like what you see?” His hand laid flat on your hip, aligning himself up to you. “So big, Eddie–” his name was cut off on your lips as he fucked into you deep. He was slow, too slow. He was lavishing in the feeling of your slick puffy walls milking his cock. 

“Fuck, shit, baby—I’m not gonna last long, your pussy is—fuck–” Your brain felt blurry and unfocused like your brain was thick and dense. He filled you up well, and you couldn't do anything but drool down your chin. He was fucking into you so good—deep and paced. 

He pressed feather light kisses onto your neck, breath fanning up against your ear. “Doing so good for me, baby. Takin’ my cock so well.” His pace started to go faster, harder with each thrust. 

He could feel your walls clenching around him, almost making him cum immediately. You were gripping him like a fucking vice. He could feel that you were close, and his hand reached down to your clit, rubbing with the pad of his thumb.

You mewled at the new sensation. “I’m gonna fill you up, okay? I’m gonna–” He cut himself off with a low groan, whispering your name like it was his last time on earth. His cum filled you and milked you with each thrust, and you came right then and there. 

“Oh fuck, Eddie, Eddie—”

He rode out your highs until you both were absolutely breathless and your juices mixed together completely. He was smiling while pressing small kisses to your forehead. “Gonna pull out okay?” You nodded and whimpered as his cum and yours flushed out of your puffy cunt. 

His eyes shined at the scene while pulling you into him, arms wrapping around your waist. He gently pulled your panties back up and then held your hand, tracing little patterns onto the surface. 

“Did you like that, sweetheart?” His heart stopped as you turned to look at him—eyes hooded, lazy smile, glistening forehead, completely and utterly fucked-out. You looked like a fucking angel. 

“Yeah, Eds.” He pressed soft kisses against your cheeks, hand gently splayed across your stomach. Your eyelids start to droop with the sweet sound of Eddie’s hums next to your ear. 

He taps his finger twice below your chin, “you still with me, sweet girl?”

You opened your eyes slowly, looking directly into his doe-like brown eyes. His hair was a little wild from you pulling on it, and a tender smile rose onto his face. Yeah, he was definitely pretty. Really pretty. “I’m with you, Eds.”

He nodded, “Good ‘cause you’re getting a notorious, best-all-around Eddie Munson post-sex date with lots of cuddles and some Deep Purple.”

You laughed, pulling the ends of his curly hair. “Sounds perfect to me.”

#eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x you #eddie munson #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson smut #stranger things #stranger things fanfiction #eddie munson x fem!reader #eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson angst #eddie munson fluff #stranger things 4

[cuntboyprincess]

(Disclaimer: This post shall in NO WAY sexualize a minor!!! It is simply a representation and explanation of one of my traumas and therefore my resulting kinks!)

I remember when I first came out to friends and my parents as trans when I was 12. I had very small-no breasts. SO much "damage" could have been prevented....

But I was not allowed to take blockers or do anything about it before I haven't turned 18.

I remember how absolutely traumatizing it has been to be so powerless and helpless as puberty hit me and when my body changed right before my eyes. My hips getting wider, getting my period, my breast getting huge. I have always been very thin and petite build, so my breast seemed extra big compared to the rest of my body even when they had a normal size. And there was no way to stop it. It didn't help that the boys at my school had a habit to grope girls every now and then to "check" if their breast have gotten bigger yet. I know it's sooo fucked up but I swear this really happened at my school and the teachers did nothing about it because "boys will be boys". The got lectured about how they shouldn't that but did it anyway...

I have been a victim several times to this and have been groped against my will by sometimes several guys in a row behind the school building as they were laughing about it, thinking it was nothing but funny. But to me it was more than humiliating since I was trans and my breasts made me highly dysphoric. It was sexual harrassment and bullying right before everyone's eyes and nobody stopped it, no teacher, no one.

It felt soooo horrible to have such obvious boobs. I was binding my breasts everyday by the age of 15, basically living as a tomboy but not officially outed as trans. One time one of the boys actually did pull my shirt up and another one holding me and pulling my binder up in front of 4 other boys, they all laughing about me and calling my boobs udders and jokingly gasping saying how huge they already are.

I was dying out of shame and it made my boobs my absolute biggest insecurity ever. I felt SO exposed wherever I went, I felt like everyone is staring at my chest..

When I was 17 and an end to it all seemed "nearer", I was not far away from turning 18 and being allowed to start t and have a double mastectomy; my boobs had to extra humiliate me one last time, as if they did it on purpose!!

They had a major growth spurt and within just a few months I outgrew my binder and had a D Cup. Which looked gigantic on my small, thin body. I will never forget how dysphoric they made me feel and the helplessness as they appeared bigger each week. I know it probably wasn't as bad but I basically FELT like a cow with huge milk tits in my body.

I was the happiest person alive when I finally turned 18 and when I finally got my mastectomy!!!

For years I had a major trauma by these experiences as you can imagine.

But eventually this turned into a hardcore kink, maybe it fucked me up mentally so much that this was the only way left to cope with it.

Nowadays I masturbate sooo often to these memories! And to thoughts of still having my huge, jiggling tits, people staring at me, at them, either laughing, looking disgusted, making fun or simply being confused about what I am (man or woman). Just being totally and helplessly exposed. I even bought big, realistic silicone tits with nipples on them, and a skin glue and pleasure myself for hours to groping them as I wear them and make them jiggle on me. Sometimes I contemplate ....wearing them and a thin tshirt where the nips are visible through it, walking around somewhere outside as they noticably and obviously bounce around, making sure some random people actually see me looking like an obvious transman who didn't have chest surgery yet, nor wears a bra... And then masturbate violently to their reactions and face expressions....

What gets me off so hard as well is the fact how much my bullies fucked me up and wondering what they'd say if they could see to what I masturbate to now and all the kinks I got from what they have done to me... 🥵

#detransition kink #fakeboy #ftm detrans kink #ftm girl #detrans kink #ftm kink #ftm misgendering #ftmtf #ftmtf kink #humiliating kink #misgender me

[missbluesunflowersstuff]

Propaganda:

Amnesia AU: A boy is found in Gotham streets, he doesn't know his past or his name. The Nuns in Gotham orphanege start to take care of him, they and the other kids notice the boy's scars in his tan skin, a lot of scars, all of them are worried about this boy's past. Damian Vayne is the name they decide calling him, because it's the name written in his sketchbook. Well Damian doesn't know much about himself only four things: 1. he has green eyes 2. he loves animals 3. he knows how to keep a plant alive 4. he has terrible and horrible nightmares... And oh 5. For some odd reason he doesn't trust in Batman Aka.: Damian gets amnesia and everything escalate quickly after that (just thinking about the highest comedy of "fuck off Batman, you're not my dad!" "... So who gonna tell him?)

Supernatural AU: If you had had Dick Grayson two weeks ago that he would make a choice between the life of one of his brothers and his town, Dick would probably laugh and say he would win. And now, looking at the batarang in his hand, he still smiles, because he knows he will win (all the family is here, family bonding time)

You are a hero: after years of fighting and devastation a new Gotham was built over the old Gotham. The civilian started to come back and Gotham started to act normally. Damian decided to come back home and start his new life as a veterinarian, everything goes well until Gotham instincts active again and a new era of corruption and criminality start and, as Damian is the last one alive, he needs to put this crazy city under control. (funny; we can't have a shit in Gotham; reluctant hero Damian Wayne)

All of them are pretty short, maybe 8/12/15 chapters (no order) and I have some first chapter already written but I need to focus in which one keeps going first

#dc comics #batfamily #damian wayne #jason todd #dick grayson #bruce wayne #tim drake #stephanie brown #my polls

[happymommas]

Stray Kids (hyung line) hcs/short stories

Head canons/short stories of the hyung line in stray kids: When M/n is just having a bad day, and felt like he couldn’t deal with anything anymore. His depression is just slowly taking over his thoughts. He couldn’t think of anything, but how he didn’t belong. Yet his boyfriend(s) help him with those thoughts, which are slowly taking over.

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A/n: Hi! I know it’s been a longggg time, but I’m back. I just couldn’t find the motivation to write for tumblr. I did write for one of my books on Wattpad though. So if you want to read that my username is ilovepickle73! It’s a XO, Kitty book a Min ho x Fem! Oc x Male! Oc. If you’re interested go read it!!!! Anyways I’m gonna shut up and let you read. Unless you didn’t read this then whatever I guess. Byeeee 🙃

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Chan:

You get home from a long day of hard work. The feeling of tiredness sticking to you like glue. You drag your feet and walk with less confidence. You try and breathe, but that just doesn’t seem to help anymore.

You sigh and try to let the feeling of being tired out. Your eyes start to already tear up to the thought of being so worthless. You didn’t belong, you’re co-workers already hate you, and your boyfriend doesn’t talk to you as much either.

Yeah there are some things that help you with your horrible depression, but it can’t work now. You take your shoes off after realizing you zoned out for a pretty long time.

You take your heavy coat off, it rubbing against your sore arms. You hiss as you feel the pain of clothing rubbing on your scarred skin. You groan a little and walk upstairs to your shared bedroom.

You rub your eyes and slowly take off your shirt. You throw it in the laundry basket. Leaving your pants on you lay in your bed. You close your eyes and sleep to the sounds of nothing.

— little time skip —

Chan opens the door and sighs happily. Finally he’s home. He takes off his shoes and jacket seeing yours as well. He smiles and squeals quietly. He sneaks upstairs and creaks the door open to see you asleep in your guys king bed.

He smiles larger and takes his pants and shirt off. Putting them in the laundry basket as well, he stays grinning as he can’t wait to fall asleep in his lovers arms.

He lays down and feels you shift after he gets into the cold sheets. He feels your arms around his waist. As his result, he kisses your knuckles. He closes his eyes happily before he opens them quickly. Just to look back down.

“What in the cocoa pebbles!” He shouts in his echoey brain. He blinks fastly then looks at your calm face. He turns and smacks your cheek lightly.

You open your eyes slowly and look at him. You smile and kiss his forehead. He stares at you in shock. How could you hide this from him? Have you always felt this way? Have you always done this?

He sighs sadly. You frown confused at his sudden sadness. Then look to your arms then to him. Fuck. You sigh through your nose. You grip his chin gently and kiss his lips.

He looks straight into your eyes. His own tearing up when he sees the secret apologies behind them. You bite your lower lip. He gulps nothing and kisses you softly.

You give a small smile as does he,

“Tell me. Tell me every little thing that hurt you, okay? I love you, and I won’t judge you darling. Nothing could ever make me change my mind or feelings about you” You let out a shaky breath at his statement.

“Okay.” You nod your head unconsciously.

He sits there to listen.

Let’s do this then.

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Hyunjin:

You sit on your comfortable couch. Thoughts taking over your ability to get up.

Stupid. Disgusting. More disturbing words play through your head. You grew up with horrible parents, so the words didn’t hurt you as much. Before one caught you by the leg.

Helpless. Why that one all of a sudden. Maybe it’s the fact you try and help yourself as much as you can. Not wanting to put your own problems into others. Especially your boyfriend, Hyunjin.

You feel your empty eyes slowly tear up,

“I’m home pretty!” You hear your boyfriend say a few feet away. A slam of the door following behind,

“Oh. You’re right here.” He smiles and walks up to kiss your cheek. You keep your focus forward. You didn’t want him to see the pain in your eyes.

You sigh and look up knowing he’s gonna start questioning you. His face then turns into one of confusion as the tears start coming down your face quickly.

“Pretty? What’s wrong?” He feels his own eyes dry up. When you cry he feels like he’s going to cry,

“Nothing baby.” You state as you kiss his forehead. He grunts quietly and grabs your face,

“Don’t lie. What’s going on?” He speaks determined. You bite your lip. You let it go as you talk,

“I just feel so..tired. I feel like I can’t keep up with everything..” You look at him in his eyes. Obviously do to the fact he still has his hands on the sides of your face.

“I’m sorry pretty. I’m sorry you’re feeling that way. I’m glad you can talk to me. I did have to push you a little bit but not by a lot. I’m happy you trust me so much. If you need me, pretty. I’m here for your gorgeous face. Don’t ever feel like you’re worth nothing to anyone and like you can’t keep up. You’re worth so much to everyone. I would risk everything for you. And trust me I’ve seen you put your power to the test. You can keep up just fine pretty. It just might be the stress, you take up everyday. Maybe take a break. Even if it means days to weeks. We’re all okay with it as long as you are okay.” He gives you a speech as he kisses your face between some sentences. You smile softly and kiss his lips. He pulls away and sighs,

“Now what do you want for dinner? I can make some F/F?” He smiles a little. Your own smile growing larger. Glad he can comfort you in many different ways,

“I’m alright with that.” You reply,

“Let’s go make you some F/F then!”

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Changbin:

You sing a soft melody. Today was your day off as the manager for stray kids. You felt your sour body move softly. Not wanting to hurt it anymore. You move your body from the stove to the sink. Wiping your hands so you can start cutting the fruit.

You were making dinner because that helps with stress for you. You move to the cutting board with the already washed fruit. You set it down gently and grab the clean knife. You slice the first piece of the cold apple.

You sigh and stare at the fruit and knife. You feel your eyes strain to the knife longer than before. Your breathing starts to pick up. You try and slow it down, but the air just won’t get into your body the right way.

You feel your body lower to the ground. Your legs to your chest. You put your head on your knees. And feel your breathing still as quick as before. You were to into the attack to here the door open and close.

You start to hear footsteps come towards the kitchen,

“My love? Are you in here?” Fuck. Changbin’s home. You try to stand, but your legs feel weak. You fall back into the ground and groan. You hear running stomps speed towards you.

You sob now feeling a headache,

“My love! Are you okay?” He grabs you by your upper body. He pulls you towards his chest as you cry. You grip his shirt and feel the tears make contact with your hand.

He grips you tighter and kisses your forehead,

“My love? Please answer me.” He grips you even tighter if possible. You feel your chest love violently with each sob coming from your mouth. You try to speak,

“I-I c-can’t b-breathe. I-I c-can’t do an-anything rig-right.” Your words are staggered everywhere. The cries and hard breathing getting in the way,

“Alright my love. It’s okay. I know you feel everything is harming you right now, but you’re safe. I promise you are safe in my arms. You don’t need to feel any pain mentally or physically anymore. I’m here to be your breathe you can’t reach and the tears that go down your cheek. I will relive your stress by leaving your body through them. Panicking is okay. It’s natural but I need you to try and calm down. I need you to breathe in for three seconds then let it out in three. Okay, my love?”

You look up at him eyes puffy and cutely red,

He calms you down with his words. You do as he says and try to breathe in threes. 1 2 3 in. 1 2 3 out. You repeat this in your empty void. You feel yourself stop crying and breathing slow down. You bring your hand up and wipe away the still wet tears. The dry ones sticking to your face.

You kiss his lips before he goes to shut the stove off and put the knife and fruits away. You feel the sleepiness take over. Your eyes slowly close, your head falling forward.

He turns around to see you asleep about to fall off the counter. He rushes over as he decides he’ll just do the dishes later. He picks you up again. He takes you up stairs. He walks into the bedroom and sets you on the bed under the comforter. He kisses your forehead for the third time today.

“Sleep well, my love.”

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Lee know:

You stretch your limbs and hear that satisfying pop. You lay back down in your bed. You look to Lee know’s side of the bed. You sigh seeing him not there. You feel your eyes tear up.

You had a nightmare a few days ago that started exactly like this. Lee know leaves, he says he’s staying out late, you go to see him, you ask him how he’s doing, he gives dry replies, you’re confused, and then he just tells you he’s tired of you.

You feel a tear go down one of your cheeks. Another one following behind. You hear your phone vibrate. You turn around. You see a text from Lee know,

“Emotionless” baby

Hey darling. I won’t make it tonight I have to work late. I’m sorry!!

Your heart drops. No this can’t be happening.

Okay babe. Do you mind if I see you later?

You stress as you wait for the answer. You swallow nothing and stand up out of the bed. You grab your phone off the charger. You walk to the bathroom and brush your teeth. Not having your eyes on the phone, just in case it’s something bad he text back.

You take your clothes off and get into the shower. You decided to just check later.

— little time skip —

You get out the closet with your new clothes putting them on quickly. You took your time in the shower. Wanting to see him as soon as possible. You grab your keys and get to the entrance of the house. You open the door and rush to your car.

You basically speed to JYP Entertainment. You get to the doors and walk in. The receptionist nods at you and lets you pass. You get to the elevator and get upstairs. You get to the studio and open the last door in your way slowly.

You see Lee know laughing with Chan. You sigh and walk up behind him,

“Hey.” You said from behind him. When he turns around he smiles widely,

“Hey darling.” He keeps smiling as he hugs you. You smile and hug him back. Feeling the relief spread throughout your body,

“What are you doing here?” He asks,

“I asked you if I could see you. I’m not sure if you answered though, so I just came.” You nod and smile.

He smiles and makes you sit down. Him soon sitting in your lap. You wrap your arms around him. You felt your heart pick up as you think he will just tell you how tired he is of you and then leave with Chan.

Your leg starts to move a lot with out you noticing. He turns around and looks at you. He sees you biting your lip which is something you do when anxious. He grows confused as he drags you outside the room,

“What’s wrong?” He grabs the sides of your face. You groan quietly. Screw his observation skills. You sigh,

“I’m fine. I just need to breathe.” He nods and holds your hands. You feel your eyes tear up just slightly. He grabs your cheeks and wipes the slow tears.

“Are you sure you just “need to breathe?”” You nod but he obviously doesn’t believe you. He wipes the tears then hugs you again.

You burst out with tears. He holds you tighter,

“Whatever that is harming you right now. Does not matter darling. I’m here, Chans here, Hyunjins here, Changbins here. We’re all here for you darling. You can cry, and we’ll be your shoulders. We’ll wipe your tears before they touch your chin. We’ll be your sunny days in your own dark nights. Darling we love you. I love you, and I won’t ever stop loving you. I will be here for your lonely cries and your lonely thoughts. I won’t let you go. We will keep you safe and with us. We’ll stay with you as long as you need us to darling. We love you okay?”

You sob hearing the sweet words of one of you lovers. He stops hugging you and kisses your soft lips. He smiles at you softly but sadly. You smile back with more confidence than before.

God, do I love them.

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Im done y’all!! YAY! I’m so happy I can post this for you guys. I get I was gone, but like I said I didn’t have motivation. Yet now I’m out of school, so I can write more for you!!!!! But we still don’t speak of that. We never know what might happen. Have runs reading other stuff y’all while y’all wait for me.

#short imagine #gender neutral reader #skz x reader #skz x male reader #top male reader #uke male reader #stray kids

[this-aint-massachusetts]

Messes

Warnings: vomit, dead body’s, dead dove do not eat, descriptions of gore, body horror, short story, first person pov, oc

I felt sick to my stomach. I wanted to barf out my lunch right then and there, but that would just result in a bigger mess to clean up. But I don’t think there’s a mess out there that’s bigger than this…

When I first took this job I expected for it to be like every other shitty nine to five job; bad paying, a shitty boss, and messes to clean up of course. I’m a damn janitor what did I expect. Well… not this to say the least.

And the job was actually pretty much that. Every day I had spills to mop up, stains to get out of the rugs, trash to pick up, and a shitty boss. So shitty in fact he left out the very important details of the fact I’d have to clean up a whole pile of dead body’s.

I couldn’t tell how many were it there but any amount of dead bodies is too many. From estimation I say at least twenty to thirty body’s were in there, each one smelled rancid as you would expect a corpse to. But the oddest thing, or at least the oddest thing aside from a pile of corpses, is that they all appeared human but when looked at close enough they were the farthest thing from it.

Some had too many eyes, some had one too many limbs, one of them had absolutely no flesh like it was skinned. I didn’t want to even come near it.

But I had to, so I tighten my fingers around the wooden handle of the mop and approached the pile.

I first start with the least gross looking body which was the one with a few too many limbs. I gently take one of its many arms into my own and tug on it to separate it from the rest of the pile. But it doesn’t budge.

“I-It must be really packed in there…”

I mumble as I looked up at the top of the pile. I might just be going crazy, but are the body’s twitching? No their not, the bleach fumes have probably just gotten to me.

So as my more gentler approach had failed, I tug a bit harder but to no avail the body stays completely put. I let go of the arm and sigh as I hang my head for a moment.

“What has my life come to…”

I think to myself before picking my head back up and grabbing the arm again. This time with a much firmer and tighter hold.

I firmly plant my feet on the ground and tug on the arm like some sick form of tug of war. I pull and pull and pull until I hear a sickening tearing of flesh.

I stumble back a bit and fall on my ass with a grunt. I look down into my arms and scream.

I

Ripped

Off

The

Fucking

Arm.

I scream, horrified at what I’ve just done. I toss the arm back at the pile and clamp a hand over my mouth as I vomit into it.

No no no no no. No more of this. New career path immediately.

I scramble back quickly while heaving, I let out another small scream and gasp as I scrambled back so far and quick I ran into a wall.

Then the most horrific thought came into my head. More horrifying then ripping off a corpses arm.

This wasn’t just a pile of corpses of various dead body’s; this was one massive creature. Made from these humanoid abomination corpses.

And I just awoke it.

More vomit spews out of my mouth at this discovery. Am I high? Is this a nightmare? What the hell did this corporation do?!

I didn’t know but I needed to get the fuck out of here and immediately. My heart starts hammering in my chest but it only goes faster when I start to hear a horrible noise of slimy flesh slithering across the concrete floor of the building.

I get onto my knees quicker than I’ve ever moved in my life. Luckily enough I was right by the door. I reach for the handle and tug on it frantically but it doesn’t budge.

I was locked in.

I turn around as I see my fate behind me. The fleshy creature moved slowly and grotesquely. The sound of wet skin always heard when it moved, the rancid smell it carried, the body’s attached to the abomination twitched and moved as the flesh did.

I didn’t even get to see the flesh slowly engulfing me, I passed out before that. It just slowly went over me. Absorbing my whole body to add to the amalgamation of corpses and flesh. Making an odd and wet chewing noise as I’m consumed.

#writing #horror writing #horror #horror story #short story #oc writing #oc

[scarred-but-still-smiling]

A Risky Play

Me? Still brainrotting about Sculk Pix? What gave you that idea? The fact that this is my third day in a row writing one of these?

Also on AO3!

Gloves were essential when working with sculk; this was something stressed by the ancient user manual Pix had found near The Machine.

"Be aware," the ancient texts warned, "sculk must not be allowed to contact bare skin. It will burrow into the flesh and seep into the blood, infecting the heart and mind."

The warning rang in Pix's head as he made his way down to The Machine. He'd ran down a list of all the ways he could draw Cub out in order to try and remove the sculk by force, and shy of knocking him out, which he really didn't want to do, the only means he could think of was trickery.

As he dipped his bare fingers into the thick ooze, Pix shivered; it felt... the only thing he could have likened it to was... spicy? He could feel the burrowing the book had mentioned, and he knew he needed to hurry.

Scooping sculk in handfuls, Pix began smearing it on his clothing, mentally tallying up how many stacks of froglights it would cost to get Katherine to make him some new ones.

Hesitating for a moment, he began to coat his face and neck, carefully making sure not to put too much over where his carotid artery and vein were so that, if it did wind up in his bloodstream, he'd have more time to deal with it before it became irreversible.

Taking a few blocks of sculk with him in case he needed to add more, Pix started up the stairs to the surface, trying not to think about the buzzing pain of the sculk trying to infect him.

Halfway up, he stopped in his tracks, a burning pain in his eyes, his vision becoming tinged with blue as the sculk leeched into his eyes. Purely on instinct, Pix's hands flew up his face, rubbing his eyes, and the resulting agony that resulted from his sculk-coated fingers being rubbed on his eyes knocked him to his knees.

He hauled himself to his feet, vision horribly blurred and blue, whispers beginning on the edge of his awareness.

He knew he was running out of time.

Pix ran, relying on his eidetic memory to guide him through corridors and stairways he could barely see, until he reached the surface.

He knew the way to Hermitopia by heart; through the gatehouse, down the ramp to his left, follow the sound of beeping and booping of the hermit shrinking machine until your feet find path blocks.

By the time he reached Hermitopia, his eyes had adjusted, and a good enough portion of the sculk that had blinded him had been flushed from his eyes naturally, so he was able to see Cub waving at him.

He jogged over, forcing a cheerful smile on his face. "Cub! Buddy! I love what you've done with the place!"

Cub smiled a smile that didn't reach his eyes, Pix could feel the calculating stare looking him over and it took everything he had in him not to show he was afraid. "Hey Pixl," Cub replied, "Yeah, thanks! I see you've got a bit of sculk on you yourself."

"This? Yeah I've really seen the light on it so to speak, it's really looking great next to this nice— I mean this ugly green grass." Fuck. Fuck fuck fuck.

"Hey Pixl?"

"Yeah Cub?"

"Can you take off those sunglasses for a second? I want you to look me in the eyes."

Well that certainly sounded like a threat.

Pix raised a hand to push the glasses back up his nose, "Do I have to?" He looked up, squinting at the blinding brightness, "I got a migraine just coming over here, it's way too bright man."

He was struggling to concentrate on his conversation with Cub, the whispers that had started down by The Machine were growing louder and more distinct. Pix could make out phrases like 'join us' and 'spread the sculk', and it was taking a lot to stay focused.

"I said; look me in the eyes, Pixlriffs."

Pix looked back down, and was met with the sight of Cub less than an inch from his face, and an instant later, the sunglasses were ripped away.

Forced to look into Cub's eyes, Pix could see that this wasn't Cub, at least not anymore; eyes that used to be a pale green and constantly sparkling with the idle threat of a prank, or an icy vex blue that promised such, he now saw an abyss of inky blue green that promised ruination.

Void, he hoped he was hiding his fear well.

He saw Cub's eyes look him up and down, and saw his mouth curl into a devious and threatening smile as Cub put a hand on his shoulder. "It's good to have you on board, Pixl," Pix felt Cub's hand move upwards, and felt fingers wrap around his throat, "after all, I'd hate if you were lying to us. You're such a valuable asset, such a brilliant mind," Cub's other hand joined the first, and Pix felt the grip tighten, "it'd be a shame to have to deal with you as an enemy."

Pix laughed nervously, voice slightly strangled, "hey, I'm not kinkshaming or anything, but could you uhh, not choke me?"

The grip disappeared, and Cub backed off, "of course, of course, just wanted to test you. Anyway, why did you want to meet with me?"

Pix rubbed his neck, "I uh," he started walking towards the gatehouse, "I wanted to show you something I found back in the early days of the server."

After a short walk of tense silence, Pix lead Cub onto the platform overlooking The Machine.

Cub gasped in wonder, "my goodness, this is beautiful."

"I know, right? I've been looking over the books and scrolls and it seems the people who built this did so to spread the sculk without the destruction above, but after seeing that destruction, I feel like they had the wrong idea."

Pix saw Cub's posture change, saw the other man glance at him sideways with a small satisfied smile. "You really have seen the light, haven't you?"

Oh fuck. "I mean, of course, finding something as magnificent as this, it would be hard not to." He needed to wrap this up, and fast. "Come with me, let's go back up and get down to some sculk spreading."

As Pix led Cub back up the stairs, he very quietly started to panic; it had already started infecting his mind. But how? He made sure not to get it on the flesh over his major veins and arteries; his pants protected the femoral, his fingerless gloves protected the radial, and he'd been careful about applying the sculk to his neck-

Oh.

Back above ground, under the blinding light of the sun, Pix pulled out his crossbow. Cub had overtaken him and was currently in the lead as they walked back towards the catacombs.

He coughed, feeling something thick in his mouth. He pulled out a handkerchief and spat whatever it was into it; it was sculk.

This was very bad.

"Okay look," he said tersely, "let's be honest with each other here, man to man." He loaded a firework onto the bolt, "I'm," loving, craving, devoted to "pretty sick and tired of this sculk nonsense, and you aren't Cubfan."

Cub turned to him, a look on his face that Pix could only liken to a predator, "are you though? I heard that hesitation."

Pix raised the crossbow and pointed it at Cub, "That's a problem I'll deal with later, after I take care of you and get the real Cubfan back."

He fired, again and again; through the sparks, Pix could see the bolts dig into Cub's torso and explode, spattering the grass and the nearby tree with sculk and making his heart race with a perverse glee. In desperation, he threw the crossbow aside and charged forward with his sword, hacking at Cub like some kind of beast until all that remained was a scattered inventory and an oozing head in a puddle of sculk, still blinking and looking directly at him.

Pix could feel another cough coming on and he pulled his handkerchief back out, just barely bringing it to his lips before he broke into a coughing fit, feeling the foul-tasting sculk spatter his lips as it left his mouth. He needed to get rid of this sculk now, but he had to see if Cub was okay.

Almost as if on cue, Cub appeared from behind the tree, just as sculk-covered as before. He laughed, "every time you kill me, I just come back stronger and the sculk spreads even further. Resistance is futile Pixlriffs, join us."

Stowing the handkerchief back in his pocket, Pix pulled out his flying rockets, already making a retreat. "This isn't over. I'll be back, and I'll bring friends, you won't win!"

Pix flew as fast as he could towards The Great Lake and propelled himself into its depths, hitting the surface hard. As he sank, he began to claw frantically at the mats of sculk that had become fused with his arms, the water around him becoming clouded with sculk and blood.

His heart thundered in his ears, and he knew he was using up his blood oxygen far quicker than was safe, but he needed to get the sculk off of him, out of him.

The whispers screamed, like a thousand shriekers all at once, and Pix couldn't stop himself from crying out in pain and clutching his head.

The water flooded into his lungs and, with it, a pain worse than he had ever felt before. His lungs spasmed, bringing in more and more water as his body begged for oxygen. His vision grew darker and darker, and the whispers louder and louder.

Instead of respawning, however, Pix found himself floating above an ancient city, voices all around him.

"It doesn't have to end this way; we can save you, we can give you power."

"I don't want power; what I want is for you to leave us alone."

The voices laughed, dozens of different laughters ringing in the darkness around him. "I'm afraid that isn't going to happen. The deep dark must rise again."

Pix clenched his metaphysical fists, "Not while I have anything to say about it. Something you should know about me is that I never, never give up, and as long as I still exist on this server I intend to fight you."

"Well then," he could hear the smile in their words, "we look forward to finally breaking you down and making you be the one to usher in our era of darkness."

Pix felt the darkness wrap around him, getting tighter and tighter.

"We will always be a part of you now, don't ever forget that~"

Looking down at his spectral form, he watched in horror as sculk spread rapidly, every inch of pale skin consumed by the rot and then crumbling away into nothingness.

Suddenly, his world was white; blinding light searing his eyes, and he coughed violently, wetness spilling from his mouth and pouring down to his ears, and a blinding pain emanating from what felt like cracked ribs.

He was lying on his back. Okay. He knew what his body was doing at least. He also, going by the chill across his chest and stomach, seemed to be missing his shirt in some capacity.

As his eyes adjusted, and his vision became clearer, he saw the vague shape of a face, of light blue hair and, as his vision cleared more, mismatched eyes. Very close to his face.

He coughed again, "Scott?" More coughing, his chest really hurt, "what happened?"

Scott, almost immediately, turned red, sitting up and shifting away from him, unable to look him in the face. "Pix! Oh thank god you're okay. What, uhh, what happened?" He rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly, "well you see I was on my way over to see you to ask about froglights, but as I was doing so I caught sight of something in the lake? Anyway I flew down to see what it was and I saw you just floating there face down so I jumped in and pulled you out, but you weren't breathing so I had to, uhhh," he lit up like a redstone torch, hiding behind his fedora, "I kinda had to do mouth-to-mouth CPR to get you breathing again."

Pix tried to sit up, but was stopped immediately by the pain emanating from his ribs somehow getting worse, "ah, that explains this," he groaned. He set his head back in the grass, "Thanks, Scott, really. You could have just let me respawn but you didn't. I appreciate that."

Scott didn't respond, too busy being very visibly flustered, and it took Pix a moment to realise why.

Pix felt his ears burn, "Also, uhh, if it's any consolation, I don't, remember? Any of that?"

A few moments of awkward silence passed between them, before Pix spoke up.

"Hey, uh, do you happen to have any healing potions on you? There's something very time sensitive I need to do so I don't have the luxury of waiting for my ribs to heal on their own."

"Oh! Of course!" Scott threw down an enderchest and rummaged around inside, soon pulling out a shulker box and producing a potion from within and holding it out to him. "Here."

Pix took the potion, his fingers just barely grazing Scott's as he did so, and drank it, the familiar sweet taste of watermelon and healing magic a welcome one on his tongue after all that sculk.

He sat up, wincing slightly as he felt the magic knit his bones back together, and then got to his feet. "Thanks again, Scott, really." he said, his voice tender. "Also, I'm pretty sure you deserve free froglights for the rest of the season for this, if you ever need any just pop over to the orchard and help yourself."

He looked himself over, relieved that the sculk seemed to be gone; "Now then, if you need me, I'm gonna head over to False's place and see if she can help me with the whole Cub Situation. I'll see you around man."

With a brief false start, Pix flew into the air and headed in the direction of Cogsmede, leaving a still very flustered Scott in the distance. Hopefully him being wet and topless wouldn't hurt his chances of being taken seriously in the inevitable confrontation that was to follow.

#empires pixlriffs #empires x hermitcraft #empires smp #empires season 2 #pixlriffs #cubfan135 #scott smajor #dangthatsalongname #scarred stories #not shipping #cScott has flirted w Pix before he just has The Big Gay #also after this canon resumes as normal except Pix doesn't have his shirt for the False portion of things and also showing up at Shelby's #Pixlriffs' No Good Very Bad Few Days

[okamirayne]

*a wild friend looks up from the floor*

God, sorry to just stick around but those last couple of chapters...they're just so fucking good it's unreal. They're not just amazing but somehow they leave me feeling...peaceful? Idk if that makes sense or not

Just having them be together without anything standing between them, all walls down, no secrets or lies or hurts left, finally on the same page. It feels like a true beginning

How you can convey such a deep love without using the word once...though it really goes beyond love, doesn't it. That word is too tame, too small to contain what they have. It's raw and bloody and tender but also elemental in a way that defies description. I know a lot of other readers think Shikamaru mouthed "I love you" against Neji's skin but he wouldn't say that in my opinion cuz it's not enough

*sighs dreamily*

Also, this is neither here not there but something about fandom that always annoys me is how hard shippers fall into stereotypes and use top or bottom as a substitute for gender roles. And especially in regard to Neji it's very hard to find anything that doesn't make him an aggressive dominant person who just always ends up horribly ooc.

So what I really appreciate, especially considering how old the first installment is and how long running the series was, that you don't fall into this whatsoever. The push and pull between them is consistently from the get go not about dominance and submission but about maneuvering themselves and each other onto equal grounds, a place of total equality and trust where those fandom assigned roles have no meaning

It's not about top or bottom, dominant or submissive, it's about the connection and how they need that in that specific moment, which is way more in character for both these characters than anything I've ever read. Most of the time I skip over the sex scenes in fics cuz characterization tends to unravel pretty quickly but when you write them it always feels like "yes, this is the right time and place in the story for that to happen" which is a talent a lot of writers in any form of writing need to cultivate I think

They both have dominant personalities with a deep craving for connection, of course they switch.

*takes a deep breath and eats some chocolate staring into space for a few moments*

Anyway, that was another wild ride and your writing is just so good that I may have hyperfocused on it for a few days straight so now I'm just gonna crash for a bit

Because there is NOTHING else for me to read about them WHATSOEVER. You HAVE NOT written ANYTHING ELSE. This is their HAPPY ENDING.

*the wild friend gives you the two fingered "I have my eye on you" gesture and promptly goes into hibernation*

Are you kidding me? YOU’VE FINISHED UtS? ALEADY???

Ah, dear Wild Friend.  Thank You, from all the squishy corners of my gooey, mushy, Feels-Soaked Heart, for the astoundingly awesome, supportive, engaging feedback that you’ve so kindly taken the time out to leave me these past several days.  I’m gobsmacked.  It’s beautiful. 💜💜

I know a lot of other readers think Shikamaru mouthed "I love you" against Neji's skin but he wouldn't say that in my opinion cuz it's not ‘enough…’

Ah, hell. I love this. <3

Also, this is neither here not there but something about fandom that always annoys me is how hard shippers fall into stereotypes and use top or bottom as a substitute for gender roles.

Oh damn…

I feel you on this.  I’m not a fan of the seme/uke, top/bottom dynamic -- for the sheer sake of the dynamic/trope, whereby I sometimes feel that it can result in inadvertent (or deliberate) effeminising of one of the males. So yeah, not a fan. Totally different case if a character has a legit reason they don't enjoy it or want it. I think you can have a dynamic where one that tops without the other losing their masculinity. How the rest of the relationship plays out can certainly balance this.

Ah, yes. The level territory and equal footing that you described is exactly the no-mans-land intimacy they initially fought against and then fought to protect; sure it was riddled with a few landmines along the way…but I’m touched that you felt that sense of hard-won peace they managed to recover when the dust of all their conflicts settled.

Most of the time I skip over the sex scenes in fics cuz characterization tends to unravel pretty quickly but when you write them it always feels like "yes, this is the right time and place in the story for that to happen" which is a talent a lot of writers in any form of writing need to cultivate I think

I hear you. Again, super chuffed and touched you feel this way about how I wrote them.  Thank you.  With Shikamaru and Neji, it became more about the intimacy of longing, not the immediacy of lust. It’s not an itch that can be scratched elsewhere.

They both have dominant personalities with a deep craving for connection, of course they switch.

Insofar as their sexual behaviours...

so now I'm just gonna crash for a bit Because there is NOTHING else for me to read about them WHATSOEVER. You HAVE NOT written ANYTHING ELSE.

No...

No of course not....never.

*salutes* Thank you again, Wild Friend. Where my words fail, I hope gifs and emojis convey the appreciation. 💜💜💜

#wild friend chronicles #a wild friend is awesome #wild friend kindness #amazing feedback #reader feedback #btb madness #thank you #shikaneji feedback

[puffpasstea]

Satellite

Warnings: drugs, alcohol

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Chapter 6

I spent the last two hours of the night, before the sun came up, in the bed in one of Harry’s guest rooms, scrolling on my phone between the seemingly infinite number of “news” articles publicizing the photos from earlier tonight. They were analyzing the handful of pictures that people had snapped. Some clearer than others. The stuff they published made me sick. Not only were they scrutinizing our body language, facial expressions, and my dress, but they had “insider sources” who “reported” that Harry and I were “spending time together.” Whatever that meant. I’m sure it was intentionally vague. Designed to get clicks and keep people talking without actually saying anything that would get them in legal trouble. The comment sections oscillated between two extremes. Some commenters left variations of heart and crown emojis, commending Harry for being “such a gentleman” for letting me hold onto his arm, and others called me a fame hungry whore, or a “beard” concealing whatever it is they think Harry has to hide. We aren’t even dating. A fact that hardly seemed relevant to those who were openly offering their very strongly worded opinions on our non-existent relationship. The dizzying speed at which these photos were being shared and written about made me nauseous. Just when I thought I’d seen it all, something new would pop up. My social media accounts exploded with notifications. I don’t know what made my skin crawl more, people I’d known my whole life and hardly ever spoke to who were now suddenly emerging from the midst of nowhere to “reach out” to me, or complete strangers tagging me, commenting on my past posts, and reviewing my every digital move. I instantly felt defensive though I wasn’t sure what I was defending or why. If a few moments of walking alongside Harry had resulted in this burst of articles and rumors, what would people say once they’ve had a few minutes to scroll through my accounts? For a moment, I had the urge to set all of my accounts to “private,” but that somehow felt weird and cowardly. Like I was afraid, or had something to hide.

I’d managed to work myself into another spiral. I needed a break. As the sun was rising in my window, I buried my phone underneath a mountain of pillows and got up to go check on Harry. I hoped the medication he’d been given, and the events of the night before, had knocked him into a deep slumber. When I got to the living room, the couch where I’d set him up, and where he’d drunkenly kissed me, was empty. Shit. Where l was he? How’d he even manage to get up on his own  with one of his arms mysteriously immobilized? Why do I feel like I’m in charge of babysitting a toddler?

 I walked around the house looking for him. He wasn’t in the kitchen, or in either of the massive dining areas. I went upstairs to his bedroom, but the room was empty and his bed looked untouched. Perfectly made with the throw-pillows symmetrically aligned. He hadn’t slept in it. He was nowhere to be found when I checked the bathroom, and the five guest bedrooms and bathrooms that he’d shown me in a tour of the house upon my arrival. The gardens on his property were enormous, but as far as I could make out from the front of the house, none of them had been lit during the night. No way was he out there on his own. 

I dialed Harry’s phone but was sent straight to voicemail. Fuck. Could he have gone back to the hospital, or something? Was he in so much pain that he just had to leave in the middle of the night to go back to the emergency room? If so, why hadn’t he come to get me? Or at least leave a message? My mind had no trouble at all coming up with several violent scenarios for me to choose from. So. Many. horrible things could’ve happened.

Numerous attempts and three voicemails later, I called Christopher to see if he’d heard from Harry, or if he had any idea where Harry could be.

“I’m sorry, no. I’ve just been sleeping since we dropped him off.” Christopher’s sleepy-leaden voice grumbled from the other end of the line.

I sighed loudly. Unable to voice the spiral in my mind.

“Don’t worry, I’m sure he’s fine. Wherever he is.” Christopher offered, clearing his throat to sound more comprehensible. 

“How? How could you be ‘sure he’s fine’ if you have no idea where he is? Hmm? What if he’s hurt? What if he needs help?”

“You’re spinning out, you realize that, right?”

“S-sorry. I just- he’s not well. He’s on pain pills and whatever else he imbibed at the afterparty, and-”

“Fine,” Christopher groaned. “ I’ll come over.”

***

In Harry’s kitchen, Christopher leaned against the counter as I poured us both some coffee from the touch-screen espresso machine that Harry had shown me how to use. 

“Should- we call the police? Report him missing?” I asked as I handed Christopher his mug.

“And risk a public outcry? Are you insane?”

We’d spent the early hours of the morning unsuccessfully negotiating with his security guy. We begged him to let us see the security footage to check where Harry might have gone, or if he’d ordered a car or used his own, but the guy wouldn’t budge. Our names were not on Harry’s emergency list. Therefore he wasn’t going to share ANY information with us under any circumstances. Even though we were Harry’s guests.

“At least the police would be able to override the security guy…” I shrugged and  took a much needed, enormous sip of my coffee and burned my tongue.

“You’re crazy. It’s Harry Styles. in LA. He’s safe. I’m sure. Don’t worry about it.”

“Are you prepared to deal with the public outcry that will definitely happen if it turns out that he isn’t safe?”

Christopher rolled his eyes.

“Cuz I’m not. Fans will crucify you. For the rest of your life, suspicion will haunt you. You’ll be THAT guy. The guy who could’ve called the police but didn’t. Wonder why? You wanna be that guy, Christopher?”

“Have you…been taking Harry’s pain pills?” 

“I hate you.”

 Chris laughed and pulled out his phone.

“What are you doing?” I walked over to stand over his shoulder.

“Like I said, it’s Harry Styles, this is LA. Chances are, if he’s somewhere public, someone out there must have seen him somewhere.”

Christopher opened his instagram app and searched for Harry’s name. His account information with its trusty blue checkmark appeared. Christopher swiped to Harry’s “tagged photos” and found the most recent picture he was tagged in. It was from two hours ago.

“Would you look at that?” Christopher handed me his phone and I immediately knew what he meant.

“Of course.” I was relieved he was okay.

“Already on it.” Christopher pulled up his contacts and made the call. “Hey, sorry to wake you. Could you put Harry on the phone, please?”

“Dude, speaker!” I whisper-yelled at Christopher.

He obliged, putting his phone down on the kitchen counter between us and hitting “speaker.”

“He’s not here, Chris. Not anymore, anyway.” Sienna’s voice replied. “He was. A couple of hours ago. Asked if he could borrow my dog and-”

“And you let him??” I interrupted, perhaps a bit too aggressive. Christopher shot me a corrective look.

“Forgive her. She’s really worried. Sienna, did he tell you where he and the dog were going?”

“I don’t know but I can send you the address. He seemed too loopy to drive so I called him an Uber.”

“Text me the address?”

“You got it, Chris.”

Ending the call, Chris gave me a fake sigh and smiled. “You and Harry better get married at the end of all this.”

“Oh, fuck off.”

****

I got into a car to the address that Sienna had sent us without thinking, but now that the driver had dropped me off, it occurred to me that I hadn’t thought far enough into the future to decide what I was going to do. I stood in front of the front door of this home. It must be a friend of Harry’s because the place was in a gated community. Weirdly, Harry’s driver’s car was recognized and allowed inside, so Harry must have been here before. I rang the doorbell without a clue who’d be on the other side, but as soon as the door swung open, everything made sense.

“H-how? How’d you find him?” asked the tall, dark haired man in the sweat suit as soon as he saw me.

“It’s Jeffrey…right? We met. At the Forum, remember?” I extended my hand out.

Remembering his manner, he shook my hand. “Please, call me Jeff.”

“Jeff, I just wanna talk to him. Make sure he’s okay.”

“He’s so gonna kill me for this,” Jeff mumbled under his breath as he stepped aside, letting me in.

“Don’t worry. I won’t let him.”

***

“He’s right through there” Jeff nodded as he walked me down the hallway of the second floor of his home. “Last door on the felt.”

I thanked him for his help and he retreated back to the lower floor to give us some privacy.

I knocked twice before opening the guest room door where Harry had spread out on the floor, Sienna’s beagle snoozing next to him, with a guitar on the floor, Harry struggling to hold it with his one functioning arm, beer bottles, empty cans, and an ashtray scattered in a semi-circle around his body.

“Seriously, Harry?” I exhaled in disbelief, walking in and shutting the door behind me.

Clearly startled, Harry looked up from his spot on the floor, his expression twisting into distant avoidance as he realized it was me. “Alice.” his eyes darted around the room, looking anywhere but in my direction. The height difference between us made him look small and scared. I wished I could understand what was going through his mind or comfort him. But it was more likely that I was the cause of it all.

I was taken aback by the pain that this caused me. He might as well have driven a knife through my chest. This was the first time Harry had ever called me by my real name. No “Matilda.” Not even “babe,” or “darlin.’” Just “Alice.” 

“What- are you…how? How did you...” 

 Though he never finished any of his questions, I knew what he was trying to ask, so I pulled my phone out and showed him the instagram picture of him with Sienna’s dog that led me here.

“‘Course, internet.” he  nodded, mumbling to himself.

“Harry, how drunk are you right now?”

“Not drunk.”

I squatted down and took a seat on the floor next to him, shoving the beer bottles to the side to make more room. 

“You’re not supposed to drink with the meds you’re on.” I reminded him, glancing around the room for more evidence of his solitary activities. “...or smoke…or take other pills…gosh, Harry what’ve you ingested? Is there anything you HAVEN’T taken?”

“You know, a little bit of this, a little bit of that.”

I rolled my eyes. Fighting the urge to indulge in his self-pity. It was extremely difficult though. I kept my face harsh and steady, but it was killing me to see him like this.

“You wanna share? I bet I could scramble together a line at least?” He grabbed his credit card off the carpet and felt around his small clear baggies for leftovers.

“That’s not funny, Harry.”

“Wasn’t joking.”

“Stop, okay? You’ve had enough. Let’s get you home.”

“I’m not goin’ home…I’m- staying here.” His speech was slow and slurred. Sienna’s dog got up and walked in circles scratching at the floor to find a comfortable spot, then giving up, he jumped right into Harry’s lap.

Harry’s hand automatically began petting him.

“You need to go home and get some sleep. Flush all this…shit out of your system. Sober up.”

Looking me dead in the eyes, Harry grabbed a pill out of one of his plastic bags and swallowed it whole. “No.”

“Look, I get it. You’re in pain. You’re angry with me. You’re sad. We’ve all been there. Things suck right now, but you can’t run from your feelings. They’ll catch up to you eventually. And thing will be much worse when they do.”

“Like you even care? We’re not together, remember? We can’t be. You said that last night. So why are you here? Why are you trying to help me? I don’t need you to help me, I need you to love me. But you won’t do that, so why’d you come here? What, were you hoping to apologize and make it all go away? I can’t do that anymore, I can’t keep making allowances for your emotional shortcomings. It’s exhausting, I’m exhausted just leave me the fuck alone, Alice!!”

#satellite #harry's house #harry styles #harry styles fanfiction #harry styles fanfic #harry styles angst #harry styles writing #harry styles x oc

[ironychan]

Here are some results of several days' attempts at fishing.  Most of the fish I ever saw before were already dipped in batter and deep-fried, which is probably why I tended to think of them as pretty boring animals.  I stand corrected.

Vandebeek and Ireland were particularly interested, because both of them used to sport fish as a hobby.  They were keen to point out how these creatures are adapted for living in a river full of silt where you can't see anything.  The fish with the giant mouth can suck things into it from a few centimetres away.  The one with the face tentacles can use them to keep track of what's going on in the water around it.  The giant arms allow the tiny crab to feel around for things.

Reynolds, who is currently sitting with his hand in a bucket of ice and also on a precautionary dose of epinephrine because Boonmee pointed out we don't know if he's having a toxic reaction or an allergic one, wanted to call the big-mouthed one the Fucking Bastardfish.  We managed to talk him down to Brindled Bastardfish but he would not budge on the 'bastard' part.  Possibly to show him up, Vandebeek named the face tentacle one Cthulhops hudsonensis.  The little crab thing we're calling a Crimp Shrimp but nobody will own up to coining it.

The big fellow we found not by catching it in our net but by stepping on it as it hid in the riverbed mud.  When we brought it up for a better look we discovered its horrible mouth that shoots straight up to eat anything that tries to nibble on the dark tips of its face tentacles.  I took my turn to name something and called it a Hapsburg Flatboi in honour of its underbite.

We have also the fat little guy in the lower right, who has decided that the best way to keep from being predated upon is to be covered with shark teeth.  It's hide is incredibly tough and if you rub it the wrong way you'll lose the skin off your fingertips.  The only way we could get into it was down a sort of seam between scales in the side, which Vandebeek says is a sensory organ called the lateral line, and even then it dulled his knife.  We figured anything that works that hard to protect its innards must be delicious and we were right.  It's pink, meaty, and a bit greasy like trout, where most of the other fish just tasted kind of muddy.  Wang named it the Fishko Ball, because it's round and covered with silver facets.

Then there's this goddamn thing:

Ireland thinks these guys are examples of 'decarcinization', which is when crabs evolve to look not like crabs.  It is the opposite of 'carcinization', which is when things that are not crabs evolve to look like crabs.  I guess this is common enough that we needed a word for it?  Boonmee is making curry out of it and several others are eager for a taste, but I must decline on the grounds that whatever it is, it is definitely shellfish, and I don't want hives today.

We have named the big one a Long Crab, while the little dudes are Razor Crabs, because they're thin rather than because they're sharp.  Although they are also sharp.

Ireland wants me to note that not all crustaceans are crabs.  However, by her own admission they all either used to be crabs or will someday become crabs, so I stand by my terminology.

#the last humans #speculative evolution #brindled bastardfish #crimp shrimp #cthulhops hudsonensis #hapsburg flatboi #fishko ball #long crab #razor crab #joost vandebeek #droolingiguana was right about the crabs #more crabs to come

[thatautisticadhdfeel]

So anyways. That complaining I wanted to do! (This got long)

As anyone who followed this blog for a while before my surprise hiatus (which probably went unnoticed bc Kit kept posting) likely knows, something is horribly wrong with the wretched sack of flesh I am forced to inhabit. I’m not complaining about that right now, I’m back to complain about the medical system.

I worked for a bit in the spring, and was in the process of starting a new job early this fall. After struggling for weeks against email anxiety, I had a realization. Why the hell am I looking for a job when I feel so horrible physically? So I gave up on that job (correct choice. My physical state got worse before it got better) and decided to take another stab at getting medical treatment.

So after talking about my constant pain and suffering for nearly an hour (and developing a spectacular headache by the end), my doctor decides to send me back to the neurologist about the headaches (unclear how helpful this will be), run some more blood tests, and if the blood tests didn’t find anything she was gonna get a second opinion on what else to try.

Okay, great. We’re testing new things and maybe the neurologist will at least be able to prescribe something helpful. Not expecting much from the tests but maybe the second opinion will have a better idea.

Go to the lab, get four vials of blood drawn. They changed the tape they use to hold the cotton ball in place after, and the new tape actually stuck to my skin so that was something. Wait for results.

Doctor calls… to schedule up a phone appointment to go over the results. I become cautiously optimistic that there might actually be something to discuss.

Phone appointment. All the tests were negative. I guess I’m glad I don’t have an autoimmune disease (that would show up those tests, at least) but I’d also like to have an answer. Oh well, I knew this was the most likely outcome. So what’s next?

Apparently, fucking nothing, other than the previously agreed upon visit with the neurologist. The second opinion didn’t have any ideas, so I guess she had no choice but to give up and start saying shockingly unhelpful things like “maybe try to exercise more” and “depression causes pain” (probably didn’t help my case that when she said this I lost the fight against tears and my mother had to finish the call for me) and my absolute favourite, “the only thing that this sounds like is fibromyalgia, but you’re really young for that” (then why bring it up at all? What drives a medical professional to say things like this? How could a loving god allow this phone call to happen)

So being told all that stuff fucked me up for a couple days making me wonder if I was just exaggerating all my symptoms and making a big deal over nothing, until I remembered that I can and have pinched my brachial plexus (an injury typically associated with high speed collisions such as in contact sports, or car accidents) by sleeping on my side, and I’m pretty sure depression doesn’t cause that.

#I don’t even know what to tag this as #probably some medical shit that my brain is to fried to figure out the correct words to trigger tag for

[alovlovely]

Every New Year’s Eve I have hope and think to myself, maybe this is the year it happens and I will get a boyfriend, or have sex or at least get my first kiss. And every year I disappoint myself.

I was the closest I’ve ever been this year tho. I had a crush on a friend and told him, and he felt something for me. I still don’t know if he felt something romantically for me or only sexual attraction. But it doesn’t really matter, it was the first time anyone has ever felt more than friendly emotions towards me. I’m proud of myself that I confessed my love, even though I felt like he forced it out of me. It was brave of me. Nothing happened, which is good bc I’m kind of friends with his wife now. And I was never really in love with him, I just loved the way he made me feel. But even though I didn’t want anything to happen, it was still a disappointment that we didn’t kiss. Selfish of me, I know.

I also feel like I was close in another way. This spring I had lost a ton of weight. I felt attractive for the first time maybe ever. The above mentioned guy gave me lots of compliments, that also helped my self esteem tons. I felt like I had my social anxiety under relative control. Work was boring but it felt great socially. I liked my coworkers and they liked me. All this resulted in me going on my first ever tinder date. I looked so fucking attractive. The guy was an idiot unfortunately. And the next time I tried to go on a date I was ghosted. Since then everything has spiralled out of control and I haven’t opened tinder.

Out of control is the wrong word. My life being shit right now is mostly my own fault of course. Late that spring I applied for a new job in another city. For several reasons, mostly because of boredom. It took a very long time to get the job, so I spent the whole summer and half of fall being nervous and anxious about the new job. I gained a lot of weight back bc of emotional eating but also bc I had been starving myself for periods of time in spring. But that summer I also finally started feeling like that city and my apartment there was home. I had lived there for about two years at that point. When I finally got the new job, I didn’t want it. But I was a coward and didn’t turn it down. It was also a great opportunity for my “career”, so I would probably have regretted it if I turned it down.

I don’t think it was a bad choice to leave my former work. Even though the new one is worse in several ways(I couldn’t have known that)! I’m just so sad that I lost my momentum. I felt fine mentally for the first time in years. Even happy some days. Now I’m just ugly and sad. Not only am I overweight again(+gaining). My skin is horrible. It was so clear during the spring. A dermatologist told me that my skin will get worse if I’m stressed. And I was guessing that, bc ever since I started my new job my skin has been awful. And I don’t want to try to date when I feel this ugly. I know that’s just a dumb excuse that my social anxiety is making up, so that I won’t have to be in stressful situations. But dating is such an anxiety inducing and energy draining thing for me that I need to feel my best! So I have to loose 10 kg, fix my skin and stop being so horribly sad to even consider tinder again. And that won’t happen, since I don’t have any self control anymore. Better luck 2025 I guess.

#sorry for this self pity wallowing

[haikyuu-boys-headcanons]

𝙷𝙰𝙸𝙺𝚈𝚄𝚄 𝙱𝙾𝚈𝚂 - 𝙴𝙼𝙱𝙰𝚁𝙰𝚂𝚂𝙸𝙽𝙶 𝚂𝙴𝚇 𝙼𝙾𝙼𝙴𝙽𝚃𝚂

hehe, i’m back at it again with one of these long ass posts but this idea’s literally been in my head all day long so here you go !! obvious nsfw warning :)

tw: this whole post is just nsfw and embarrassing to read so read at your own risk >:)

𝙳𝙰𝙸𝙲𝙷𝙸 » during a super intense and loud session, his voice cracked as he asked you “does that feel goOD- good baby?” to this day, he still prays that you couldn’t hear him over the sound of your own moans

𝚂𝚄𝙶𝙰𝚆𝙰𝚁𝙰 » you were riding him and he went to slap your ass, but something went wrong either because you were riding too quickly or he was shaking too much, boy ended up slapping himself in the balls. you’ve never heard that boy scream that loud in your life

𝙰𝚂𝙰𝙷𝙸 » literally pulled out in the middle of sex to get up and rush to the corner of his room to flip around his childhood teddy bears. your just laying there with your tiddies and coochie out waiting for asahi to shield the eyes of mr. wiggles

𝚃𝙰𝙽𝙰𝙺𝙰 » you two were having pretty intense shower sex until tanaka did the number one thing your not supposed to do during shower sex; this muthafucker slipped while holding you. long story short, y’all were okay but just ended up having nasty shower floor sex??

𝙽𝙸𝚂𝙷𝙸𝙽𝙾𝚈𝙰 » this tiny ass 5′2 man was unconsciously humping your leg while you were both asleep?? his presumably pleasurable wet dream had turned into a sudden nightmare when you literally had to KICK him off you to stop the humping. bad nishinoya, bad!

𝙺𝙰𝙶𝙴𝚈𝙰𝙼𝙰 » came WAYYY too early inside you, but he was too embarrassed to say anything so he just... kept going. sadly, no one had warned kageyama of the intense effects of overstimulation. he was shaking and whimpering so badly behind you to the point where you had to ask him to pull out and bring him a glass of water to calm down

𝙷𝙸𝙽𝙰𝚃𝙰 » the first time you squirted on him, he just blatantly asked you these exact few words that left you feeling mortified: “did you just piss on me?” nuh uh hinata, this water fountain ain’t yours to drown in anymore >:( 

𝚃𝚂𝚄𝙺𝙸𝚂𝙷𝙸𝙼𝙰 » kei was hitting it from the back pretty hard this time, so hard that you were suddenly... on an angle? suddenly, now you two were much closer to the floor than before. the bed ended up collapsing, yes literally collapsing due to kei’s powerful thrusts. worst part is, nobody got to finish since kei dragged you to ikea to grumpily buy a new bedframe. but hey, he bought you ikea meatballs; that shit hits so different

𝚈𝙰𝙼𝙰𝙶𝚄𝙲𝙷𝙸 » one super duper intense night, he passed out the SECOND he came. no matter how much you flicked the temple of his forehead, yamaguchi was dead asleep. you had to literally slap him awake to get him to clean up, you ain’t risking a ranky stanky UTI puthy in the morning

𝙾𝙸𝙺𝙰𝚆𝙰 » kept calling himself a sex machine during the act. i don’t know if it was due to the 6 tequila shots he had beforehand or just his inner ego revealing, whatever it was it was about to make your pussy close

𝙸𝚆𝙰𝚉𝚄𝙼𝙸 » this one time, he kept going in at a weird angle which caused you to repeatedly queef for 7 minutes straight. every time you told him to pull out and go in properly, he laughed and kept going in at that one weird angle!! was your embarrassment a turn on for him?? maybe!! but were you mortified? absolutely!!

𝙼𝙰𝚃𝚃𝚂𝚄𝙽 » i’m sorry to have to be the one to announce this, but this man had the worst case of full blown bush you’ve ever seen. like, he didn’t even try to manscape or anything at all. you ended up begging him to trim just a tiny bit because you weren’t gonna risk choking on a pube whilst your going down on him

𝙷𝙰𝙽𝙰𝙼𝙰𝙺𝙸 » rubbed your left labia thinking it was your clit. and he kept doing that. the whole. fucking. time. even when you subtly moved his fingers towards your clit, he just kept going back to the left lip.

𝙺𝚄𝙽𝙸𝙼𝙸 » had the most dry and dull dirty talk you’ve ever heard. like, it’s not even dirty talk at this point; it’s just clean talk. there’s no passion when he talks! he uses the same tone he would use for anyone else at any other moment. to paint the picture, imagine riding kunimi and he’s just there with a furrowed expression like “yup, that feels really good”

𝙺𝚈𝙾𝚃𝙰𝙽𝙸 » tried to pull one of those unexpected anal scenes that he saw from a porno, without telling you beforehand. life lesson here; if you party at shit's house, don't be surprised if shit's at the party

𝙺𝚄𝚁𝙾𝙾 » you two were looking to get a little more kinky in terms of BDSM, so kuroo watched like 30 tutorials on youtube on how to safely tie you up so you won’t fall or anything. this bitch ended up tying rope knots that were practically impossible to undo, which resulted in you hanging from the ceiling for approximately 2 hours pussy-ass naked while kuroo tried to cut you down with a kitchen knife

𝙺𝙴𝙽𝙼𝙰 » wanted to spice things up with some dirty talk, like the real nasty talk they use in pornos but not the normal pornos; the shitty company ones with horrific acting. he really ended up announcing that he was going to “fuck your fucking fanny off, you twat”

𝙻𝙴𝚅 » got super excited while he was opening the lube since he hadn’t gotten to fuck you in a WHILE, which resulted the lube leaked everywhere and a giant 6′5 man slipping and hitting his head on the bed frame. worst part is; he had to go to the ER with a hard on that refused to go away

𝙱𝙾𝙺𝚄𝚃𝙾 » speaking of boners that wouldn’t go away, let’s not forget that one time bokuto took two viagras when you texted him to come over for a special occasion. he horribly misinterpreted the ‘special occasion’ text, because he showed up to your house with a huge buldge in his pants as your parents stand before him holding anniversary cards, completely horrified

𝙰𝙺𝙰𝙰𝚂𝙷𝙸 » wanted to make valentines day sex as romantic as he could, so he did the classic lighting candles and giving roses. everything was beautiful, until he accidently knocked one of the bigger candles over during missionary. this not only caused a huge ass fire in your bedroom, but he came right as the fire began to spread. boy was debating on whether his orgasm was to die for or not

𝙺𝙾𝙽𝙾𝙷𝙰 » had a nose bleed when he was going down on you and you both were immediately horrified, you thinking it was your period and him thinking he just ate coochie blood. yet as you went to go clean up, you realized his face had much more blood on it than your coochie did. to this day, he still blames it on your period 

𝚄𝚂𝙷𝙸𝙹𝙸𝙼𝙰 » threw you onto the bed and your head went through the wall. he didn’t even bother to ask you if you were okay, he just sighed and went “well, now i have to make a call to the construction guy. excuse me” and he left you and your concussed ass head sit there once again, pussy ass naked

𝚃𝙴𝙽𝙳𝙾𝚄 » during a blowjob, he held your head down right as he was coming causing the cum to shoot up your throat and somehow pour out of your nose. by the time he pulled out, he could barely breath from laughing at you. sure, the classic ‘milk shooting out of nose’ thing was funny at first until you got a sinus infection and had to breath out of your mouth for the next three days

𝚂𝙴𝙼𝙸 » always insists having sex in the most inconvenient places?? like he would pull you to side while grocery shopping and start grinding up against you as you pick which brand of cheese would be better??

𝙶𝙾𝚂𝙷𝙸𝙺𝙸 » he kept getting frustrated that his bangs were clouding his field of vision, so he irritably grabbed a hair tie and frantically tied up the sides of his bangs while he was fucking you. you immediately burst out laughing since he looked exactly like boo from monsters inc. 

𝚃𝙴𝚁𝚄𝚂𝙷𝙸𝙼𝙰 » got so drunk that he ended up fucking the couch. like he was just there on top of you, and his dick was just sliding between the folds of the leather couch. you decided to let him finish like that

𝚂𝙰𝙺𝚄𝚂𝙰 » had a really bad reaction to one of the products he used while shaving and ended up getting super irritated down there so he kept having to pull out in-between thrusts to itch his crotch. to make things worse, you joking suggested that he looked like he had syphilis and he got so disgusted at the idea of that thought that he literally had to pull out and take a breather 

𝙾𝚂𝙰𝙼𝚄 » drizzled ‘warm’ chocolate down your chest and was about to seductively lick it off until you screamed in pain and horror as the chocolate was literally burning your skin off. osamu panicked, obviously not knowing what to do if chocolate was burning his partners skin off so he just... frantically licked it off. you still had to go to the ER afterwards to get treated for mild burns

𝙰𝚂𝚃𝚄𝙼𝚄 » didn’t know what a hymen was until the first time he tried to have sex with you. no matter how much he tried to shove his schlong in, it really just wasn’t working + “yer puss is broken”

𝚂𝚄𝙽𝙰 » pinched your nipples so fucking hard to the point where you started crying. he thoughts these were tears of pleasure until you literally had to kick him off you. but hey, he gave you ice for your sore nipples and mcdonalds! what more could a girl possibly want :)

uh the end lol

also, this idea was inspired by the first haikyuu headcanon i ever read, “awkward sex moments” by @bbytetsu <3

#haikyuu hcs #haikyuu #tsukishima x reader #oikawa x reader #sugawara x reader #atsumu x rea #suna x reader #tendou x reader #ushijima x reader #haikyuu smut #kuroo x reader #kenma x reader #semi x reader #yamaguchi x reader #daichi x reader #iwazumi x reader #terushima x reader #sakusa x reader #kageyama x reader #sakusa smut #bokuto x reader #akaashi x reader #mattsun x reader #nishinoya x reader

[gaysimpsstuff]

Could I get a Hawks in his rut headcanon?

No problem, Anon! I’m sorry this took so long, I wanted it to be perfect since I really like thinking about Hawks’ avian traits, and I know people really like it too. I hope it’s good! 

Hawks Rut Headcannons

Genre: fluff, smut

Type: headcannons (so... many... headcannons)

Warnings: animal traits, Keigo being possessive af, the commission being assholes, sickness, food, breeding kink, lots of horny times

Other: most of this is based off of real research, but some of it also comes from personal preference. @keilemlucent and their fic Best Nest very much inspired many other headcannons, check them outI They’re one of my favorite creators, and the linked fanfic is one of my favorites! Hope it’s okay I tagged you here lmao

NSFW Taglist: @smolchildfangirl @combat-wombatus @mandalorian-baby-bird @waffleareniceandfluffy (Lemme know if you wanna be added to or removed from the Taglist)

Remember to check if requests are open before sending in a request. This was made while requests were still open.

Pre-Rut Behaviors

Grooming and Preening

Before his rut, Keigo starts to feel dirty. He just seems to accumulate more dust and dirt during hero work than usual. He’ll come back home grumbling about blood in his hair and little bits of concrete in/on his skin.

He will insist you clean him off. So you get to brush his hair, put creams on his face, and wash him off in the shower.

Finally, there’s the preening. If he lets you preen his wings, then you know he’s in it for life. He loves and trusts you with everything he has. 

Expect him to press his nose against yours a lot.

Possessiveness and Protection

You’ll notice he gets more clingy, more possessive of you. He gets really controlling in the days leading up to his rut, so you’ll be annoyed a  l o t.

Just text all your friends and family that you’ve been swamped at work, it’d be a little weird to say “hey guys, sorry I can’t hang out, my boyfriend’s horomones are crazy right now and he gets really insecure if I so much as exist near anyone but him.”

You would come home from work and he’s already on you, sniffing your body to see who you’ve been around, and to see if any of them were attracted to you at all.

If he had any kind of sneaking suspicion that anyone posed a threat, he’s literally laying on you and rolling on top of you to try and get his scent on you. Even if no one will smell it except him, he’s gonna do it.

He’s so protective of you, and if something tiny hurts you or makes you upset...

He.

Is.

Angry.

Someone was rude to you? He’s screaming at them.

Someone tries to hurt or touch you? You’ve got to hold him back to stop him from ripping that person apart limb from limb.

All that x100 when he’s approaching his rut.

One person accidentally bumps into you? He takes it as passive aggressiveness even if they’re very apologetic about it.

You stub your toe on a table? He’s smashed the table and burnt it then thrown the ashes in the ocean. 

If you’re sad about something he can’t beat up, he feels horrible. He’s not the best at comforting people, so he’s just grabbing onto you and not letting go, telling you how much he loves and cares for you, and just how amazing you make his life feel.

If you don’t give him enough attention, he gets really huffy, and it gets worse leading up to his rut. 

You lifted your hands from his head to reach for your buzzing phone? He’s already whining and pouting and begging you to give him more head-pats again.

Nesting

He’ll leave hints asking for you to make a nest, usually saying things like “Our bed needs some changing, don’t you think?” “Don’t you wish our space was more personalized?” 

If you don’t get the hint, he’ll be very sad, and he thinks you’re rejecting him. So you’d better be good at reading into things and realizing he’s approaching mating season and wants you to build a nest.

He comes home one day and sees you piled blankets, pillows, and dirty clothes in the living room, sprayed with his cologne and you’re cologne and/or perfume. He pulls you into his arms and spins around with you, giggling and laughing.

He’s so happy you made a nest for the two of you. 

He starts putting pretty shiny things he likes around the nest. Your toothbrush went missing and you found it in the mountain that was your nest.

Once, you were in desperate need of a clean shirt, and the only clean shirt you could find was in the nest. So you picked it up to put it on, and two seconds later, Keigo was in front of you, hands in your shirt, staring at you with such a fierce intensity, you felt almost like a villain.

He was very mad at you for taking things from your shared nest.

He leaves feathers all around the penthouse, but they’re all piled mostly around the nest, they’re for your protection so don’t try and throw them away.

Noises

He also gets really noisy, so he’ll be ‘singing’ and squawking and cooing constantly. He feels really bad about it so he might get you some noise-blocking headphones for when he’s screeching into the sky in the dead of night about how “THIS IS MY FUCKING TERRITORY Y’ALL MOTHERFUCKERS STAY AWAYYYY!”

You really think bird’s springtime songs are about love? Nah he’s mostly screaming about how he’s gonna fuck his partner and how the neighborhood  practically belongs to him.

Someone called the police once, tired of all the shouting, but the officers backed off when they saw who was doing all the shouting. Most of your neighbors are used to the screaming during early spring.

Rut End-game

On the third and second to last day before his rut, he gets a sudden burst of energy and an increased appetite. He refuses to eat anything unless you’ve made it though, so let’s best hope you can cook at least a little.

When he was younger, his hungry times before his rut were spent either eating anything and everything he can get his hands on. The commission broke that behavior very quickly though, so he’d starve himself before his rut, which would result in him getting very sick from a lack of energy and sustenance. That plus the extreme arousal was a recipe for pain and suffering.

So when you noticed he suddenly stopped eating, you insisted on making food for him, telling him that you wouldn’t let him go hungry ever. That was the first rut in years that didn’t feel like torture.

You’re cooking almost all the time, and he’s constantly eating everything you give him, running around from room to room while he waits for his next meal. He’s basically a hobbit.

In the last day or two before his rut, he suddenly has no energy, and starts getting hot and cold flashes. He’s sniffling, curled up in your shared nest, dirty tissues surrounding him. He comes in and out of consciosness, and when he’s awake, he’s whining and complaining about exhaustion and aches.

Physical Changes

Most of these happen in the last few days leading up to his rut, so it’ll be very sudden. These physical changes is what causes the extreme hunger and sickness.

His feathers darken several shades, and they become super sensitive. They also seem to grow in size, so when you cuddle, you’re smothered by them more than usual.

He also gains an extra couple inches in height, so expect some teasing now that he’s just that little bit taller. His hair also gets thicker and stronger, that’s so you can pull on it when he fucks you.

His nails get longer and darker, and they’re impossible to file or cut. So when he holds you and touches you, he often scratches you on accident. He’s really apologetic about it, but honestly you could totally paint his nails and pretend they’re acrylics if you’re into that.

His teeth get sharper, and he starts biting you just for fun. Bites your finger, hand, wrist, neck, even your nose. He underestimated just how strong his teeth are, and he made you bleed first time he bit you.

His whole body is very sensitive, so head-pats, back rubs, wings, and even his touching his feet can get him to the verge of cumming.

his tongue is longer, and it’s a whole lot stronger. He could probably carry a full plastic water bottle with his tongue (which isn’t a lot, but for a tongue it’s very much a lot).

His voice drops a whole octave and a half- mans is sounding almost like Corpse now. Maybe Markiplier? Anyways, if you’ve got a voice kink, you’re in luck

His dick changes too, it gets bigger, and he grows a lump at the base of it, between his shaft and balls. His balls get smaller until they’re barely noticable beneath what he calls him ‘knot.’

His eyes become sharper too, so don’t try and hide anything from him. 

Rut (MAJOR NSFW)

Everyone already knows Keigo has a breeding kink, but he hasn’t brought it up with you until now. It just kind of- happens. As he’s drilling into you, he suddenly starts blabbering about fucking a kid into you, and how hot you’d look all round with his kids. Might be a little weird for those of you who physically cannot give birth to children (my lovely AMABS and infertile AFABS). 

He can’t control it, so it’s especially weird if you don’t even want kids. If you can get pregnant, you’d better double check that you’re taking your birth control. And get to know some good clinics just in case.

However, if you do want kids, if you want to start a biological family woth Keigo, fuck. You will not be able to handle his happiness and horniness in that moment when you beg him to get you pregnant.

He is going to mark you up. Hickies, bruises, hand prints, bite marks, plus his scent. He needs everyone to know that you are his. He wants to claim you, make sure you know you belong to him. No one else can have you but him.

Halfway through your fuckfest, he starts making animalistic noises. He’s growling, roaring, whining, chirping, etc. This is around the time when he stops thinking about you, so he’ll really rough you up during this phase.

This man was a virgin before you, so this is also the first rut he’s ever going to have with another person, so he’ll hold himself back a lot. He needs you to reassure him at every step, tell him how good you feel, how you want him to fuck you, how not only are you okay with him going all out, you want him too.

Did he just cum? You think you’re finished? HA! No way in fucking hell is he finished after one, two, five, ten... so many rounds. He just keeps going and going and going and how the fuck is he still hard? He cums so fucking quickly, so much, and then keeps going.

When he finally does go soft, his whole personality changes. it’s like he didn’t just fuck you stupid. He immediately goes into ‘protect’ mode, which includes cuddles, him spoon-feeding you, petting you like a dog, and singing to you.

He puts the nest near a window so he can keep an eye out for possible threats. Just like “gotta keep mate safe. Is that the mailman? NO FUCK NO GET OUT OF HEREEEE!” 

One moment, he’s fucking you, and the next he’s leaning halfway out the window, screaming at some poor dude walking his dog. Remember, he’s still naked. You learned your lesson after that and kept the windows locked, and warned the neighbors to stay out of sight of the window, at least for the time being.

You’re going to feel very dirty, because he does not want you cleaning off the sweat, cum, and tears from your body. He likes that you smell like him, and you washing it off makes him feel rejected. 

He’s going to break a lot of things, so move pictures and vases into another room and lock the fuck out of that room. Or else he will break all of it.

He thinks any clothes you’re wearing are mocking him, so wear clothes you hate when his rut starts, then get used to being naked for a couple days. 

Oh yeah, his whole rut lasts one to five days. He’s fucking you for about three days on average.

He fucks you until you faint, and then keeps going until he’s out of ‘fuck’ mode and into ‘protect’ mode. A few times, he fucked you unconscious in the middle of the afternoon and then kept fucking you until the sun rose. 

Yeah, he’s got that much energy.

Don’t worry, during the whole time, he lets out pheromones with a strong vanilla-chocolaty scent that keeps your body and mind relaxed. 

There’ve been times when he’s just fucking into you and your water bottle is just out of reach.

During his rut, he has no shame. Let’s hope your walls are soundproofed, or else your neighbors will all know how he fucks you. 

He will not restrain you or hurt you in any way during his rut. So no degredation, no collars or chains, the only thing keeping you in the nest is his weight on top of you.

He gets upset if you try to touch yourself, things it’s you trying to tell him that he’s not satisfying you enough. 

He wants you to cum as many times as him, which is difficult because of his increased sensitivity, so he’s using every skill he knows to get you cumming again and again and again.

Most of the time, he’s going hard, rough, and spilling absolute filth from his cock and mouth, but in the last few hours of his rut, he suddenly gets emotional.

He’s rocking up against you, holding you close to his body and blabbering about you

How much he loves you

How good you make him feel

How he wouldn’t want anyone else by his side for his rut

How you’re his mate for life

How he’ll protect you and keep you safe.

Please be gentle with him, he’s very vulnerable near the end of his rut, and he’ll cry very easily.

When he’s nearing his last load, he makes out with you sloppily, trying to talk as he shoves his tongue down your throat.

He finishes off by  pushing his knot all the way inside you, and stays there for an hour.

This is the softest moment, and he’s covering your body in kisses. 

His knot pushes these small eggs inside you, and you have the lovely job of pushing them all out the next day. 

Post Rut

When his knot deflates, he finally pulls out and starts cleaning you off. 

He’ll carry you around and finally gives you a bath, constantly making sure you’re okay.

He’ll give you lots of massages and he’ll cook for you. He’s constantly thanking you for helping him, telling you he didn’t deserve it.

Just kiss him on the cheek, tell him you had fun, and that you love him so very very much.

He needs the most reassurance now than ever before.

He’s also very tired, so you’ll be taking care of each other.

Then his ‘post-rut’ resets, and he sleeps for hours.

Then he gets super hungry, and the two of you make huge meals and just kinda binge eat for a day or two.

Then his physical changes go back to normal, and you have a happy lil bird boy who simps for you so hard

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