#but also my feet hurt so fucking bad. i’ve been standing for so long.

[midnightwriter21]

demon slayer hcs: the hashira men as boyfriends

characters: tengen, sanemi, giyuu, rengoku, muichiro, obanai

AN: i don’t write for gyomei srry

TENGEN

- this isn’t just a little fling

-mans doesn’t wanna be ur bf

-he wants to be your HUSBAND

- and he’s gonna make that happen ASAP

- and when y’all get married you’re not just getting a husband

- ur getting 3 wives too

- it’s a package deal

- overprotective!!

- the way he made his wives promise to prioritize their lives over the mission

- my heart was bursting

- carries u around

- when tengen is around ur feet hardly ever touch the floor

- doesn’t matter how big or tall u are

- he’s bigger and taller

-he's big all over if ykyk

-nicknames include: sweetheart, princess, baby

- and don’t think he’s saying those to be cute

- he’s absolutely mocking you

-which brings me to…

- this man teases the HELL out of you

- but with love

- he loves you just as much as he loves his wives

- in his mind ur alrdy married

- and he is NOT letting you go

- or letting any harm come to you as long as he can help it

- 4 lifer fr

- id marry him

SANEMI

-i’ve said it before and i’ll say it again

-he’d tear it UP

-and i’d let him

- loves you so much

- doesn’t show it in public

- but in private?

- clingy as fUck

- he’s like ur shadow fr

- will follow u around all day

- hands on ur waist

- arm around ur shoulder

- holding ur hand

- he will not let go of u when ur alone

- in public he’s a lot less touchy

- but he will still stand near you

- jealous af

- every slayer knows by now to stay tf away from you or face the wrath of the wind pillar

- you belong to him

- makes sure they know it

- makes sure you know it

-hickey MASTER

-no i will not elaborate

- everybody knows sanemi is a little rough around the edges

- so there are days when it’s hard for him to open up to you

- but he does try

- he’s got a reputation to keep up!

-gotta act tough

-no weaknesses!!

- except for u

-he’s so soft for u he can’t help it

- nicknames: dumbass, idiot, & feather (my personal favorite)

-like i said he is almost always physically connected to u in some way when ur alone

-ignore him? he's throwing u over his shoulder

-he's strong he can manhandle u all over the place

-sheeeeeshhhhh manhandle me however u want sir

-claims ur super light no matter ur size

-hence the nickname "feather"

-i love him

GIYUU

-ik damn well this man had EVERONE in a chokehold from the first second he showed up

-speaking of chokeholds... ;)

-put me in one pls sir

-anyways

-awkward as fuck

-but he tries for u

-terrible with physical affection

-but we all know he's SOOO touch starved

-you'll have to initiate any type of physical touch

-and make sure he's not uncomfortable

-but really there's nothing he wants more than to touch you

-takes a very long time to say "i love you"

-but can u blame him??

-every good thing the poor man has ever had has been ripped away from him :(

-because of this he's veryyyy protective

-cause he'll be damned if the last person he has that accepts him and loves him for all he is

-is hurt or killed

-100% will die for u without a second thought

-not really a nickname type of guy

-remember he's awkward as hell

-most you'll get is a "-chan" attached to ur name

-and even that is only when y'all are alone

-but still

-even if he doesn't always show it

-you are always on his mind

-he's on a mission and walking through a market?

-he's buying you a hairpin or som

-walking through a forest and sees some flowers?

-"i wonder if she'll like these"

-AND HE'S PICKING U A BOUQUET

-ugh soft for bf giyuu

RENGOKU

-sunshine boy!!!

- epitome of golden retriever boyfriend

-all smiles all the time

-follows u around like lost puppy

-shows off for u

-yk when ur around kids and they're like "watch this" and then they jump and spin a circle lmao

-thats him

-"did you see what i just did?!"

-if u didnt...

-he's doing it again

-wants to impress you so bad

-also you will never have to lift a finger in his presence

-service bf!!

-you need the dishes washed and the floor swept?

-he's on it

-you need help styling ur hair?

-welcome to rengoku's hair salon

-will attempt to dress you in the morning

-and by dress you, i mean he's tugging ur shirt over ur head

-zipping up ur pants

-and tying ur shoes

-brags about you to anyone and everyone

-the other hashira can't have a single conversation with him without him bringing you up somehow

-compliments compliments compliments!!!

-he loves you and isn't afraid to show it

-nicknames from him: my love, my beautiful girl, sweetheart

-constantly confessing his love

-also lowkey speaks poetry for u

-some shit like

-"my light in the darkness, the one who gives me strength, you set my heart ablaze just by allowing me the privilege of seeing your smile"

-ugh he's the sweetest baby

MUICHIRO

-my airheaded angel baby

-i love him sm stop

-baby boy has a terrible memory

-that we alrdy knew

-but!

-he tries so hard for you

-keeps a little journal with notes and information about you

-so if he forgets he can remind himself over and over

-when he's on missions away from you he reads it so he can think about you to pass the time

-can not and will not remember anniversaries

-unless they're written in that journal

-will pick u flowers

-hope ur not allergic cause he's not gonna remember that

-but it's the thought that counts

-the fact that he's thinking about you at all counts

-you wanna go on a date?

-your dates consist of watching the clouds and taking naps together

-maybe a picnic if ur lucky

-no nicknames from him

-he calls you by your name

-its all he can remember

-he's the cutest

OBANAI

-like sanemi, he's a lot less affectionate in public

-however, he's not afraid to express his thoughts about you

-at least not to the other hashira

-might not be glued to your side

-but he's got eyes on u at all times

-and someone is talking about you?

-the second he hears ur name leave somebodies mouth

-he's tuned in

-and they better not say anything negative either

-mans turns murderous

-they will wake up to a snake in their bed

-will prob threaten them within an inch of their life

-don't have to worry abt other people while he's around

-cause he's got everything

-and i mean EVERYTHING taken care of

-protective but not pushy

-i feel like obanai trusts you and your ability to handle yourself

-but thats not gonna stop him from watching over you

-you're not drinking enough water?

-here comes obanai with a cup and u better drink it all

-haven't had lunch yet?

-he's sharing his with you. and will force feed u if need be.

-on a mission with him?

-he's not gonna push u behind him or anything

-but nothing is gonna get the chance to bring any harm to you either

-he's got ur back

-he's pretty vanilla with the nicknames

-nothing too crazy

-especially in public

-mostly uses ur first name

-might add a "-chan" in there every once in a while

-when ur alone he'll call you "sweetie"

-acts like a hard ass

-but he's soft for u

#demon slayer #anime #demon slayer x reader #kny x reader #kimetsu no yaiba x reader #giyuu x reader #obanai x reader #sanemi x reader #muichiro x reader #rengoku x reader #tengen x reader #tengen uzui #giyuu tomioka #obanai iguro #muichiro tokito #rengoku kyojuro

[moominsuki]

✎ᝰ BAKUGOU KATSUKI ; — katsuki hates being off the job. but what he hates more is being treated like glass, especially by you.

࿄ ! warnings — ch. 359-362 spoilers kinda. a little suggestive but fluff all around / note. my first blurb! hope you guys love it.

when bakugou gets injured in a battle, the wounds are more than skin deep. scars run alongside his neck and chest and his left eye is bruised beyond recognition - with a bent and dislocated right arm to match. he looks terrible.

he also feels pretty terrible. it’s bad enough that he was put out of action so close to the start. and it sucks and hurts, physically and mentally. he hates feeling this pathetic - this much like a burden.

“how you feeling today, baby?” you ask your frowny faced boyfriend, sweeping the hair off his forehead fondly as he bitterly wakes up from another nap on his recliner chair. it was doctor’s orders that he sleep on something that wouldn’t compromise the healing of his various body parts. this was probably the worst part of the whole process.

don’t get him wrong. you’ve been an amazing help - doing all the housework, being doting and even helping him catch up on the work that’s been piling up in his agency. he’s incredibly grateful for you. but it still sucks. he should be the one doting on YOU. not the other way round.

bakugou grunts in reply. he raises his uncovered brow when he sees you all dressed up to go out, “where the hell are you going off to?”

you look down at your outfit and laugh sheepishly, “just off to get more supplies for the house. won’t be long at all so just try to get some more rest, okay, kats?”

this was it. the nail in the coffin. you swore you saw the twitch in his eyes and feet at your sentence.

“how much more rest can someone fucking have?” he grumbles. “i’ve done nothing but sleep and wait around for this stupid fucking arm an’ my useless fucking eye to heal-” he then looks up at you from his chair; wide eyed and a little shocked. “and i don’t need ya to go out and pester and worry over me like ‘m fucking broken. i can see it in the way you look at me. ‘m fine…”

you sigh a little at his admission and drop down your bag. “i think you’re perfectly capable! i- i just thought you might want a little space, is all. i just want to take care of you. and i know how much you hate that-” you smile a little at that and bakugou relents in rolling both his bandaged and non-bandaged eye. you stand between his legs and brush through his hair again.

“i look at you like that because i’m worried. and don’t give me that look - it’s natural of me to be worried, okay! you’ve been so mopey and there’s not much i can say to fix that so i just want to make you comfy.”

“i’m comfy when you stay home and spend time with me, woman. if i wanted a nurse i woulda got one of the sidekicks or something to do all the errands and shit. don’t need ya running yaself ragged trying to get shit for me.”

“i am not!” you say indignantly and he chuckles at that and pats the leg on his good side so he can tap at your hip. “and if it’s any consolation, i think you look sexy like this,” you brush at his eye patch and the scar on the bridge of his nose. “all rugged and gorgeous.” he opens his mouth to shoot back a snarky flirty but you kiss his slightly open mouth and the breath that he was holding in deflates all the tension in his body.

still, bakugou tsks at your proclamation but he leans into your touch and kisses regardless, basking in your compliments and love like the baby he is. “yeah?” he practically purrs out. you hum in reply and nose at his jaw and neck.

“if you reallyyyy want me to stay, i can call mina to bring over your prescriptions. i should also get your manager to book us some time away… just the two of us? how does that sound? so you get me all to yourself.”

bakugou softly pinches at your hip and you giggle. he smiles a little at that, “don’t act like you ‘aven’t been wanting me to all to yourself, princess. ‘m gonna bite you one of these days.”

“is that a threat or a promise?” you purr and a chuckle ruminates through his chest.

“it’s whatever you wan’ it to be.”

a comfortable silence passes between you both with a few languid touches.

“so i have the okay to take us on a little getaway? anything you have in mind?” you say, breaking the silence.

bakugou’s hand brushes at your hip and then at your knee. “… how about a lil’ cabin in the woods? out in the wild. no one but us.”

“you planning on attacking me or something? why the woods?” even with half of your boyfriend out of action, he was still an adonis of a man. you were pretty sure he could throw you about with one arm. bakugou’s laugh ruminates through his chest and he squeezes the fat on your hips and then your ass.

“no one’s gonna hear us for what we’re gonna be doing if we’re in the woods, pretty.” he presses a kiss on your cheek and you groan.

“KATSUKI.”

࿄ ! — all rights reserved © moominsuki. please do not copy, translate, repost nor recommend my work outside of tumblr. this is strictly prohibited.

#bakugo x reader #bakugou x reader #bnha x reader #bakugou x y/n #bakugo x y/n #mha blurb #bakugou x you #bakugou fluff #bakugou angst #lowkeyinspiredbyanotherwriteronhere #✎𓂃stamped: (my hero academia)。°˖⌕ #༝˚૮ .♡ katsuki.

[peachesofteal]

I got you

How did this happen? I don’t know. I’ve been watching my person play too much MW2, and then went looking for Ghost fics, so now my brain is infected.

Simon 'Ghost' Riley/female reader AO3 - Part one of the Sassy series 3.8k words - one shot Warnings: 18+ Minors DNI. Blood, violence, vaginal sex, vaginal fingering, praise kink, size difference/kink, creampie, hurt/comfort. Lots of swearing. Everyone is bad at feelings. Notes: EOD = Explosive Ordnance Disposal. He doesn't know your name. You've never seen his face.

It’s fucking hot. Belize is so hot. It’s the kind of hot that clings to every pore of your skin, the sweat slicking across your body until you’re shiny, breath coming in short pants because the air is so god damn thick. 

“Sassy. Do you copy.” Soap’s voice rings over the comms, snapping you to attention. Your fingers slip on the button. Belize would probably be better if this was a vacation, and not an Op. A gnat whines next your ear, and you press your chin into your shoulder. 

“I’m in position.” You whisper. “All clear.” An affirmative rings back as Price gives command to the others. You sit silent. Gaz spits something over the radio, but it's not directed at you, so it doesn’t register. You sit still. 

You always sit still. 

“You the demo expert?” The brunette with a Scottish accent and scarred chin looks you up and down.

“I’m a bomb tech.” you dead pan, eyes darting around the tent. There are only 3 others here. You were expecting a whole team. He chuckles. 

“Suicide squad. Nice.” Another man, rises from where he’s sitting a few yards away. You recognize him immediately. Price. 

“Sassy.” He extends his hand, and you grip it in yours. 

“Captain.” 

“It’s good to see you. Thanks for coming on such short notice.” You nod, managing to steal another look at the others. A younger guy sits on a table in the far corner, ball cap sitting on top of his head. A bigger man, broad, stands near an open flap, arms crossed across his chest, eyes watching you from behind the skull mask that’s pulled down his face. 

You do a double take. For a second, you think he’s Mace. Your heart pounds in your chest. Price is speaking, but you’re not hearing a word. Your fingers curl into a fist as you shake your memories loose and refocus. The man in the skull mask doesn’t react, doesn’t even flinch in reaction to your odd behavior. 

That’s not Mace. 

So, it must be Ghost. 

“I’ve got two making entry, east side.” You whisper into the radio, watching the men push through the door. You’re nowhere near a clean shot. You curse. “Soap. Come in.” The line is silent, and unease pools in your gut. “Captain, do you copy.” You call, the words cutting into the air. What is going on? “SOAP.” The word is a hiss that’s met with uncomfortable silence. Fuck.

“Why does the Captain call ya Sassy?” Soap asks one night. You’re outside under the bug net, sitting on a picnic table with him. Ghost looms ten feet away, a barely touched bottle of beer looking tiny in his massive hand. You smirk at the question. 

“I’m a pain in the ass.” You say affectionately, lips curling into a smile. “But I’m also the best.” 

“You’ve gotta be next level crazy to run with EOD.” Soap tilts his beer to his lips, polishing the rest off with a burp. “’Scuse me.” He stands, he stumbles, he dips into the dark where he can’t be seen. You hear the tell-tale sound of a zipper being pulled down. 

“How long you been a bomb tech?” you whip your head around at the sound of Ghost’s voice, directed towards you. It nearly makes you stutter. 

“A few years.”

“That all you do?” The presumption shocks you. Private sector or not, these guys were all the same. If you’re a bomb tech, you must not be able to handle a gun. You whirl on him fully, taking two steps in his direction, your own glass bottle pointed in your hand. 

“The fuck did you just say to me?” 

He cocks his head. 

“Can you shoot, Sassy?” your upper lip trembles as it curls in disdain. 

“I can shoot your dick off if you’d like.” He’s still ten feet across the way, but you’re shaking with anger. You watch as the impression of the mask shifts, the bottom half of the skull moving with his lips. 

He’s fucking smiling at you. 

You’re about to let a stream of expletives fall from your mouth when Soap stumbles back under the net, face goofy and carefree. He draws your attention to a specific lightbulb, drunkenly mumbling something about its color that briefly distracts you. 

When you look back at Ghost, he’s gone. 

The men are setting charges against the exit door that the 141 is planning to use. “Damn it all to hell.” You curse, slinging your rifle over your shoulder and making a beeline off the roof. “I’m vacating.” You huff into the comms. “Inspecting demo charges, east side. Does anyone copy?” The radio silence is freaking you out. The 141 is practically a machine, for Christ’s sake. Methodical, clinical, well-practiced. A small infiltration should have been a piece of cake. You’re scurrying down a ladder when the radio crackles. Your diaphragm heaves in relief. Ghost’s voice fills your ears. 

“Roger Sass. Keep me informed.” Me, not us. He’s slipping. 

The door wasn’t locked. 

The door wasn’t locked, and you really had to pee. These guys could piss in the yard, they could piss in a can, they could piss out the window of the truck for all you gave a shit. You needed a toilet. 

You shouldered through the door, eyes down until you felt it slam against solid mass. 

When you jerk your head up in confusion, all you see is black face paint and blonde eyelashes in the little mirror over the sink. The look in his eyes as he meets your gaze stuns you. 

Ghost. 

“Shit. Fuck.” You avert your gaze like you’ve seen him naked. Which is ridiculous, honestly. You didn’t even see the man’s whole face. “Sorry.” You mutter, turning on your heel. 

“You’re alright, Sass.” He steps away from the sink. “I’m finished.” You stand halfway in the doorway, halfway in the tiny bathroom. You’re not even sure it is tiny, to be honest. It just looks small compared to his giant frame. You eye his bare hand, foreign to you without the glove, and swallow. 

“Okay.” You turn to the side to give space for him to squeeze by you. He’s still wearing his tac gear, down to the tight-laced boots and vest. You already shed yours when you crossed the threshold of the tent, depositing it in the corner so you could breathe a bit. You shift when he passes, the roughness of his vest brushing against your thin sports bra and tank top. He’s looking down at you as he pauses in the doorway, with his head cocked to the side, brows lowered, eyes cataloguing your body. He lingers on the gash in your shoulder. 

“Get that cleaned up.” It’s an order. 

  You swallow, even though your mouth is well past dry. 

“I’m pushing towards the door.” You cross the street like a cat, slinking against the buildings and sticking to shadows. Soap chirps something over comms, but it’s too garbled to hear. You creep around the corner, ducking your head once to check for all clear before you’re crouched, walking slowly towards where you see the blinking charges. “I’ve got live explosives.” You wipe a bead of sweat from your forehead as you whisper into the comms. “Repeat. Live charges on east door.” It’s Price that answers you, a gunshot echoing from two floors above. 

“Clear it, Sassy.” 

“Copy.” 

 “I knew a guy.” You shrug nonchalantly, trying to play it off, but your eyes dart between the three of them. 

“That wore a skull mask?” Gaz’s voice is incredulous, and you don’t blame him. It’s hard to believe. You nod. Ghost’s eyes watch you from the dark. They pin you down, marking your every move. You push it further.  

“His name was Mace. I ran in a private company with him for a minute.” Soap visibly shifts, body angling towards his LT. Ghost’s hand flexes on his thigh. The fidget confirms your suspicions. You sip the last of your beer and beam it towards the rim of the metal trashcan. “It was short lived.” 

They’re rudimentary. You’ve seen shit like this before, usually in IEDs, sometimes in homemade Semtex. You can practically hear your dad’s voice as you snip and pull wires. It’s like a dance. Watch your feet, or it’l go hot on ya. The lack of sophistication is laughable, and you’re pulling the first one off the door hinge in record time. You’re nearly congratulating yourself, all cocky and stupid, when you hear the telltale click of a gun. 

The end of a barrel presses to the back of your skull. 

“Don’t move.” You raise your hands slowly as the voice instructs you. “Turn around.” Your stomach bucks into your throat as you eye the man and his wild eyes. He looks desperate. Not good. “Those your guys up there?” He nods his head upwards. You stay still. You stay silent. 

It started as a drinking game. You’d lose a hand; you’d tell a truth. 

He’d lose a hand; he’d tell a truth. The half empty bottle of tequila lubricated you both, keeping you loose and easy, little pieces of your lives slipping your from lips without a care. 

“You know mine.” 

“Everyone knows yours, Simon.” You use it for affect. You can practically see him scowling under the mask. 

“That’s what I want Sass, you lost. You spill.” He turns away from you and swipes the bottle from the table, lifting the bottom of the mask to take a swig. You sigh.

“Not going to happen. Pick something else.” 

“Come on.. It’s just your name.” the gravel in his voice sends shivers across your skin. 

“And it’s just your face.” His head jerks back in surprise, and he puts the bottle down on the table unfolding his giant legs from underneath the picnic table. He’s leaving. “Oh, come on.” You call at his retreat, but he doesn’t stop. He doesn’t even look back at you. 

“Well?” The man steps closer, and you eye the other charge that’s still live. You’re not good in these situations. You’re a bomb tech, not a people person. The gun barrel presses more firmly against your head. 

“Ye- yeah. They’re mine.” He leers at you. He’s not the same as the other two, the guys who planted these charges. He’s someone else. Your radio crackles. 

“Sass.” It’s Ghost. You close your eyes for a second and try to get a handle on yourself. You’ve been through way worse. Get it together. “Sass. You copy?” The man with the gun studies you for a second, before he’s reaching for your radio, ripping it from your tac vest as hard as he can. You watch as his finger presses on the comm button. You lunge, yelling in warning, hoping it makes it through the static. He spins, trying to dodge you but you reach for his gun, desperate to pull it from his hands before he can fire it. You hear shouting behind you, the heavy thud of familiar footsteps drawing closer as you wrestle over the weapon. You catch a glimpse of Ghost from the corner of your eye before the guy you’re fighting with is turning, barrel pointed right at your chest.  Shit. 

“How’d you get into bombs?” you laugh at the question, and then tilt your head and study him. 

“I like puzzles.” His eyes flick back and forth behind the mask, watching you as you watch him. You decide to test it. “My Dad can’t do a crossword, but he’s got a way with wires. Passed it down to me, I guess.” He nods knowingly. You don’t say anything further. The air between the two of you feels thick, and it’s not just the heat. 

“How’d you get into SAS?” he grunts. 

“I’ve got a way with guns.” 

Your eyes blink open slowly to the feel of your cheek being smashed against someone’s tac vest. The guys are shouting. An engine is roaring. Your abdomen is burning. 

“Shit.” You slur, vaguely aware that you’re sitting in someone’s lap, arms supporting your body as the truck careens around a corner. “Shot?” your mouth struggles to form the word and you look down to see a massive hand pressed against your ribcage. Ghost’s hand. Your own fingers crawl over his. They’re wet. Blood. 

“Don’t move, Sass.” His voice is low, and he only glances down at you for a second but you know. You can feel it in the way his palm presses into your wound. You can see it in the tick of his jaw. You groan. 

“Fucker shot me?” Your tongue weighs a million pounds. Gaz swears nervously next you on the seat. 

“You’re alright.” Ghost says, legs flexing as the truck takes another turn, trying to keep you from jostling too much. “You’ll be fine.” You nod your agreement. You feel thick fingers stroke through the hair at the crown of your head as you drift off, the world tinging to black around you. 

“LT doesn’t call you Sassy.” Johnny muses. You stretch your arms in the chair, twisting your back in hopes of cracking it a bit. 

“He doesn’t.” you confirm. It’s just Sass with Ghost. Always. 

“Why?” 

“Don’t know.” 

You wake again when you get back, your body still pressed the Ghost’s chest as he powers through camp, practically running towards the med tent. Everything feels like it’s happening in slow motion, and at superspeed. You can’t see straight. The fire shooting in your nerves makes you want to gag. There’s someone else, walking next to you. They’re speaking in low tones to Ghost, and they brush their hand along your shoulder like they’re trying to grab you. He barks something at them, curling your body closer to his, and then you’re slipping away again, closing your eyes to fall into darkness. 

“Do you ever think about what’d you do, if you didn’t do this?” he shakes his head no, immediately. 

“You?” you drink a swig of water, holding the bottle out to him. His fingers wrap around yours as he takes it. 

“I think I’d like to work an office job. Something boring, you know. Uneventful.” 

“You wanna be bored, Sass?” You shrug, and step closer, your hips brushing between his spread legs. He blows a breath out through his nose. 

“I’m sure I could find a way to make it interesting.” You take another sip, letting a single drop slip from your bottom lip and down your throat. Ghost tracks it the entire way. 

He doesn’t really speak to anyone for days after you wake from surgery. And when you’re finally moving around, back with the team, he acts like he can’t see you.

It’s weeks later, when you sit next to him at the top of the stairs of the new safehouse you all moved to. The rest of the team is down in the living room, crowded around the smallest TV that Gaz rigged, watching a soccer game. 

“You good?” you ask and turn to him. He doesn’t respond, just stares at the peeling paint on the opposite wall. You reach out to him slowly, watching his eyes flicker in case it’s more than just, general brooding Simon. “Ghost?” 

“He put a bullet in your ribs.” Oh. Oh. 

“Shit happens.” You shrug and try to play it off. 

“Shit doesn’t happen to you.” He turns to look right at you, something wild lurking beneath his skin. His hand shoots out and grips you by your collarbone, five fingers folding over it with ease. He could snap you in half. You swallow thickly. 

He jerks your torso, moving you like a ragdoll until he’s leaning down into your face. 

“Shit doesn’t happen to you.” he says again, and you nod. His grip is strong, and his blatant contact with your body heats something alive between your legs. Something the two of you have been dancing around until this point. 

“Okay. Okay, Ghost. I got you.” You whisper. His ungloved hand comes up to press a thumb into your bottom lip, sliding it across the skin there. He’s wearing the mask, but you can see the blonde flutter of his eyelashes, eyes heavy as he regards you. You blink once, twice, before he’s hauling you up with both hands, wrapping an arm around your pliable body and pushing you into the shadow of the landing. For a moment, neither of you move, and you’re about to ask if he’s okay when he pushes you back against the wall, nose pressing into the curve of your jaw, fingers stroking the outside of your pants above your cunt. It stuns you, it thrills you, and you’re immediately trying to strategize how to get your hands inside his pants. He pats you softly and it’s not enough friction, so you push your hips towards him, fingers trying to loosen his belt. He grabs your wrist, and you look up at him. He’s staring at you differently, intensely, like he wants to pull you apart and put you back together. You gulp, and then he snakes his fingers beneath the waistband of your pants, down to the seam of your cunt. The pads of his fingers are calloused, and you bite down on your tongue as he strokes over your clit. Your body explodes with tiny little shocks, and you whimper, your lips pressing to the outside of the cloth stretched across his face.  “You’re wet.” His voice is rough.  “Y-yeah.” You stutter. “That’s what happens.” He growls.  “Your mouth” he thrusts a finger upwards inside you, forcing you to gasp. “is annoying.” You lean your head back against the wall give him an open-mouthed smirk.  “So shut me up then.” His head tilts, and something dark flashes across his eyes. You grin. 

He’s got your pants down around your ankles, your face pressed against the cool stone of the wall, and a hand up your shirt, fingers twisting one of your nipples as the other swirls the head of his cock through your wetness. 

“Fuck.” He growls above your ear, his cock breaching you, pushing steadily against your walls, slowly tearing you apart. Your cunt clenches around him, the burn of the stretch too good, and too much at the same time. His shoulders bear over yours, and you can feel the rise and fall of his chest against your back. 

“Ghost.” You whine, palms slapped against the wall. His free hand moves to cover your mouth.

“Hush. You can take it. Hold still.” You freeze because, well, Simon says. You shriek against his hand as his cock pushes into your cervix. He’s so big. It hurts. It feels so good. He thrusts, dragging his cock down and then up, over and over until you’re a teary mess, grunts and whimpers slipping out between the lips you’re trying to keep closed. He pauses, fingertips lightly brushing over where gauze is still wrapped around your body. “Good?” he whispers above your ear, and you nod frantically. 

So good. Too good. Don’t stop. 

He fucks into you slowly, working you open with a patience that surprises you. His breathing is harsh and unsteady, one arm bracing against you to hold your body in place, the other pressing against your cunt, his fingers finding your clit with ease. It’s too much, and your body jolts backwards, nestling your ass deeper in waiting space between his hips. He holds your there, rubbing circles around your clit and sliding his cock in and out of you, the sounds your bodies are making together probably way too loud considering the team is sitting just downstairs. His hand releases your mouth, and you shove your face against the wall, desperate to find some leverage. 

His lips press against the skin where your neck meets your shoulder. His lips without the mask. Your eyes widen as you make the realization, your brain putting it together as you feel his teeth nibble into you, lips sucking blood to the surface of your pores so he can mark you. You can’t turn your head to look, and even if you wanted to, you don’t think you would. He doesn’t even know your name. He groans into your skin, the feeling of his unmasked jaw pressing against you is something you’re going to be holding onto long after Belize. He strokes your clit, pushing and pulling your body towards an orgasm, your walls clenching down on him as he ruts against you. 

“F-fuck, Sass. That’s it, good girl, that’s it. Come for me.” The praise electrifies you, and then you explode into a white-hot orgasm, coming with him lodged deep inside of you, his arm holding your twitching body against his. He fucks you through it, steadily, rushing after his own release, and he presses his nose into your hair as he whispers something unintelligible. Your orgasm is still lingering, every one of your nerves alive and on fire, and you’re a whimpering mess against him. The floor creaks under the steady movement of his hips, his body working yours relentlessly as he thrusts up into you until he’s coming, filling you up, shaking with your call sign on his lips. 

“So, you gonna let me see your face now?” you’re sitting out back on a half stack of bricks, passing a beer back and forth. He turns every time to adjust the mask when it’s his turn for a sip. 

“You gonna tell me your name?” you chew on your lip, and he nods, handing the bottle back to you as he stands. “I don’t need your name Sass. I’ve already got you.” His fingers stroke through your hair, the touch soothing and sweet, and you find yourself speechless. 

“You don’t have me.” You rebuff him indignantly. 

“That so? We’ll see.” He leaves you sitting outside with the beer, eyes staring daggers at his retreating back. It’s a different thing, to be had, to be known, in a world like this. You don’t know if you can do it. You don’t know if he can either. You glance through the screen door into the back of the house, where he stands leaned against a counter talking to Soap. His head tilts, and he finds you with that same gaze, the one he gave you when he had himself buried in your cunt. You shiver. 

Okay, Ghost. I got you. 

I’ve already got you. 

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[luwritesomething]

Billy Loomis x Reader: even the strong ones break.

Words: 1315

Warnings: bad parenting, swearing probably, not proofread, i can’t remember lol

Summary:    It was the first time ever you had seen Billy cry, and it was certainly shocking to see him fall apart so miserably, but that wasn’t stopping you from trying to make him feel better. He had been strong for a while now, and everyone needed a break from time to time, even Billy Loomis.

Author's note: OKAY SO MY SCREAM OBSESSION IS STILL STANDING, and i’ve been writing in ao3 instead of in here because i wanted to get away from my responsabilities and numerous dodge mason & wednesday show request. sorry, i got overwhelmed, but i’m back, and i’m bringing all of my pieces in ao3 with me. here you go. you can find the link to ao3 here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/39896499

Criticism is appreciated and request are open! Hit that anon button and tell me your idea! The list for the characters I write is HERE.

Your head hurt from reading with a bad light for too long. The simplicity in the beauty of reading every night before going to sleep had taken you a bit too far, but what could you say? You weren’t giving up on reading just because of a light headache, you were strong enough to handle it.  

Still, you had enough for tonight and you decided to put your current read aside in order to already go to sleep. Your eyelids felt too heavy to continue and you could be stubborn, but not dumb enough to fall asleep while reading in an uncomfortable position that would have you complaining the next day. Your arm reached out for the switch next to your bed, turning the lights off after you had gotten in bed, ready to get some good quality sleep. It was perfect: the bed felt nice, your pillow was cold, the sheets were smooth against your skin, it wasn’t too hot nor too cold in your room and there were some nice, comforting sounds outside the window.

There were noises outside your window. You jumped out of the bed once your brain was able to process the fact, without needing to wonder who it could be. Stu had never snuck through your window, which didn’t sound that weird knowing he didn't have what it took to speak softly after sneaking into your room — Billy, however, was all about crawling through your bedroom’s window and being secretly soft. He had justified his passion for sneaking in with the adrenaline of maybe getting caught, but you also knew it kinda had to do with the quick of energy he got whenever he saw you. 

You unlocked your window as fast as you could and opened it, immediately stepping aside to let Billy sneak in, knowing he would need no help to do so. He had become a real expert with that, and that’s the reason why your alarms got set off when you saw how Billy almost tripped with his feet once he was in your room. 

“Well, it’s dark in here.” He said, and even his voice sounded off. More dry and less playful than usual. “Were you sleeping?”

“I was about to,” you shrugged before turning around to switch the lights on. Once there was light, you carefully glanced at him, noticing the exhaustion and anger on his face. “Everything alright, Billy?”

Billy nodded, looking away. “Yeah. Just got bored from the fighting, that’s all.”

Of course, that was the reason why he was acting so strangely. It had taken Billy an eternity to confess his parents had been fighting a lot lately, and he was a worse actor than he thought he was — since he had opened up, all the signs of him acting different instantly gave away how hurt he felt, even though neither you or Stu thought he would ever admit it. Billy was too proud for that, but you sometimes just wished he would let his pride aside.

“Can I—?” Billy’s voice broke before he could finish his question. You immediately looked at him, alarmed and shocked when you discovered tears in Billy’s cold eyes. He looked as vulnerable as he did annoyed with himself. “Fuck!”

“Hey…” You walked up to him and put your hand to his arm, not wanting to overwhelm him. The physical contact actually made him sob and break down in furious tears, but you knew it wasn’t your fault “Oh, Billy”

You pulled him in for a hug, comfortably wrapping your arms around him. Billy leaned into your touch, incapable of stopping his crying as you tried to comfort him and ground him. It was the first time ever you had seen Billy cry, and it was certainly shocking to see him fall apart so miserably, but that wasn’t stopping you from trying to make him feel better. He had been strong for a while now, and everyone needed a break from time to time, even Billy Loomis. 

“It’s so bad, Y/N,” sobbed Billy, pressing his head into your shoulder. “They’re filing for divorce”

You caressed his black hair, pulling him impossibly closer to you. “I’m so sorry, Billy.” Your hand traveled to his back, rubbing circles there.

Billy shook in your arms, and you guessed it was anger. If you had learned something about him during the last months was the amount of fury and anger he had inside him, a type of anger not even football allowed him to break out from. He snapped from time to time, snickering and saying things he regretted later, and he would bottle up his feelings and hide them in the darkest place — Stu had told you to get used to it. You just thought it was sad —. Being able to see him like that was kind of comforting, knowing he wasn’t holding back from his feelings anymore, but it was also terribly painful, because it showed how much he was hurting and that hurt you too.

“Talk to me, Billy.” You murmured, holding him tightly to make sure he knew you were there for him.

He shook with his head, and you mentally cursed his mentality of keeping everything to himself. As he kept shaking, you kept stroking his hair and drawing grounding circles on his back. You didn’t make him move until he had kept shaking, pulling him slightly away from you to check how he was, to see into his soul through his truthful eyes. 

Billy had stopped crying, no more tears were coming out of his dark eyes, but he kept sobbing like a kid who had fallen while riding his bike. Your hand came to his face to cup his cheek, lovingly caressing the clear skin with your thumb.

“Stay for the night.” The whisper came out of your lips without you having to think about it, and Billy instantly nodded, looking away. He hated that you were seeing him like that.

The hand that was cupping his face fell to his hand, so you could carefully grab it and guide him to your bed. Billy joined you in the bed once you had already laid down, and it surprised you when instead of laying down next to you, he crawled towards you and found a space for himself in between your thighs, finally laying down with his head pressing against your chest. Half Billy’s weight was on you, but thanks to the way he had laid down it was definitely manageable. Stu was the one who did that, claiming the space between your thighs, while Billy usually played the role of the big spoon by your side. 

“Hey, Billy,” you muttered through his infinite sobs, muffled by his head pressed against his chest. Still, you knew he was listening to you. “I love you. A lot, okay? You know that, right?”

In sync with a sob, Billy nodded his head. You didn’t need for him to say it back, not at that moment at least. But you guessed he really needed it to hear it from you, and you guessed right. 

Billy’s sobs grew quieter with the time passing, but you kept holding him and playing with his head in order to distract him. You could still, from time to time, hear a muffled sob that let you know he hadn’t still cried himself to sleep. It actually took you some moments to realize he had fallen asleep when he did, but the way he breathed calmly and heavily and the silence gave it away after some minutes. Only when you were completely sure Billy wouldn’t wake up, you reached your arm out to switch the lights off again, this time ready to sleep. Before closing your eyes, you leaned in to kiss Billy’s forehead, murmuring again the words i love you, wondering if he could hear it in his sleep.

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[rafesangel]

DON’T BLAME ME

pairings : kook!fem!reader x Rafe Cameron

summary : you’re JJ’s girlfriend, but what JJ didn’t know is that you’ve been into Rafe the whole time.

warnings : cheating, jealousy, kissing, use of y/n, pet names ( baby, honey )

a/n : im back lol , and this is kinda bad and short so , sorry 🫶🏼

“i love you, baby”

“I love you more, j”

is what i said as i rested my head on JJ’s chest, while he closed his eyes.

as JJ fell asleep, I couldn’t stop thinking about Rafe, and to be honest, it made me feel sick. i know that what i am doing is wrong, but I can’t help it.

i love JJ.

but i also love Rafe.

always when JJ was out with the other pogues, or when he was asleep, i would go to Rafe’s house.

JJ never noticed i was gone, until he found me at the island club, with my back resting against a wall, with Rafe standing in-front of me with his arms wrapped around my waist, while planting kisses all over my face.

JJ immediately rushes over to me and Rafe, and he grabs Rafe by the collar of his baby blue polo, and he pushes Rafe against the wall, next to me.

“what do you think you’re doing with my girl? huh?”

“okay first of all, calm the fuck down, and second of all, she came to me, a long time ago.”

i looked up at Rafe with wide eyes, while JJ looked at me with tears welling up in his eyes. Rafe wasn’t actually gonna tell him, right?

“a long time ago? Y/N what is he talking about?”

JJ looked at me, waiting for me to answer his question, but i just stood there, looking down at my feet, as JJ suddenly started talking again, his voice raised.

“Y/N! what is he talking about?!”

tears started falling on the ground and Rafe wanted to comfort me by trying to rub my back, as JJ slapped his hand away.

“don’t you touch her! Y/N , baby , please talk to me..”

i tried to talk, but I couldn’t, tears kept running down my face and I didn’t know how to make it stop.

“she cheated on you man, with me. I don’t blame her tho.”

Rafe suddenly blurted out and i looked up at him with wide eyes, like he just came up with the most unbelievable lie, but sadly it wasn’t a lie.

“what do you mean by that?!”

JJ almost yelled at Rafe, but Rafe just rolled his eyes and let out a loud sigh.

“You’re always out with your friends, and you don’t even bother to bring her with you guys.”

JJ looked at me as i sobbed uncontrollably. Rafe suddenly pushed JJ away and pulls me into a hug, as my tears were making a wet stain on his polo.

“oh Y/N don’t act so innocent now , you cheated-“

JJ immediately went silent as i cut him off.

“Rafe’s right, JJ! You never gave me the chance to really meet your friends, probably because I’m a kook, isn’t that right?! you’re scared that they’ll get mad, because I’m a kook. Oh and don’t act like I’m the only one in the wrong here because I’ve seen the way you look at Kie, the way you touch her?”

i yelled at him, while tears were now rolling down JJ’s face.

“Y/N, baby, I didn’t know-“

“don’t ‘baby’ me, JJ. We’re done.”

as i was about to walk away, JJ grabbed my wrist.

“Wait Y/N , Don’t leave”

I heard Rafe huff behind me and Rafe slaps JJ’s hand away from my wrist, and he puts his arm around my shoulder

“god JJ , leave her alone, c’mon honey let’s go”

Rafe rolls his eyes while we walk out of the island club, leaving JJ in there with tears running down his face.

“rafe?”

“yeah , honey?”

i stood still and Rafe turned to me with a concerned look on his face.

“promise you’ll never hurt me”

“i promise”

he grabbed my face gently and gives me a kiss

“i love you, Rafe”

“I love you too honey”

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[geekfanficwriter]

Summer Lovin’- Steve Harrington x Reader

Summary: You and Steve have a summer fling before you leave for college. It was meant to just be fun but you ended up falling for each other. Words: 2.3k Warnings: hurt/comfort, mild angst, sexual references

‘I mean punching Billy Hargrove is pretty badass.’ You laugh as Steve tells you another story. You were laying with your head on his chest, both of you completely naked and basking in the amazing sex the two of you had just had. The two of you had been hooking up all summer, well more than hooking up, you’d also been going on dates, there was only one problem; the fact you were moving away for college at the end of summer. So the both of you agreed to keep things casual, to just have fun. ‘Yeah, I felt really badass, having the shit beaten out of me.’ You felt Steve laugh slightly underneath you. ‘Well, it was good of you to stand up for the kids. It was really sweet, you’re really sweet.’ You say flipping onto your stomach so you were facing Steve. ‘You think I’m sweet, huh?’ Steve teases smiling down at you. ‘Umm…’ You say pretending to think. ‘I think you’re an incredibly sweet and caring guy who would do anything for the people he loves.’ Steve smiles in response pressing a kiss to the top of your head. You both sit in a comfortable silence, just enjoying each other’s company. After a few moments, you reach up and run your finger down the bridge of his nose. ‘I like your nose.’ You mumble. ‘My nose? I’ve had a lot of compliments but I don’t think anyone has ever complimented my nose.’ Steve laughed. ‘Well, I like your nose.’ You giggle leaning up and kissing him on the nose. Steve felt butterflies erupt in his stomach. ‘Oh fuck,’ he thought, ‘I think I’m in love.’

‘Look man, you either want the video or you don’t, just make up your mind and get the hell out.’ Steve snapped at the customer in front of him. The guy mumbled something about Steve being an asshole and then turned around and walked out. Steve sighed and ran his hand through his hair. ‘Okay, what’s up with you? You’ve been in a bad mood all day.’ Robin asked from behind him. ‘It’s nothing.’ He said, looking down at his feet. ‘It’s definitely not nothing.’ She says crossing her arms. ‘Fine, it’s Y/N.’ He admits. ‘I think I’m in love with her.’ ‘That’s a good thing, right? So why are you so pissed off?’ ‘Because this wasn’t meant to happen. This was just meant to be a summer thing and in a month she’ll be gone and I’ll still be here in this shithole town.’ He kicked the counter beneath him in frustration. ‘Isn’t she moving to the same city as me? And you plan on coming on visiting me, right? So why don’t you just do long distance and visit more often?’ Robin suggests as if it’s the easiest thing in the world. ‘It’s not just the long distant thing, it’s the fact she deserves better than some deadbeat loser who peaked in high school.’ Steve said, dejected. ‘Steve, you’re not some loser who peaked in high school.’ Robin said her expression softening. She opened her mouth to say something else but quickly stopped. ‘She coming in.’ Steve turned around to see you walking into the store with a smile on your face. ‘Hey.’ You greet Steve before heading over to look at the videos. Steve watched you as you browsed through the videos. ‘You ever seen My Bloody Valentine?’ You ask. ‘Huh?’ Steve asks, not registering what you said. ‘My Bloody Valentine?’ You say holding up the VHS box. ‘Oh, umm no, don’t think I have.’ ‘It’s pretty good, well actually it’s terrible, but it’s good in that cheesy slasher way, you know what I’m talking about? Anyway, do you want to come over tomorrow and watch it?’ You ramble placing the video on the counter. ‘Actually, I’m busy tomorrow.’ Steve said. ‘Oh right, well what about another day this week? I’m working during the day but I’m pretty much free every evening.’ You asked. ‘Yeah, I’m pretty much busy all week.’ Steve replied bluntly, not looking up at you. ‘Are you okay?’ You frown as you watch Steve. You could tell there was something clearly up with him but you couldn’t tell what. ‘Nothing. Why does there have to be something wrong if I don’t want to hang out with you?’ Steve raises his voice at you. ‘Nope, you just seem off and I wanted to check if you’re okay.’ You respond. ‘Well, maybe my problem is that you’re too clingy and I don’t want to spend time with you.’ Steve snaps. Your face immediately hardens and you nod, turning around and walking out of the store. ‘Wait Y/N!’ Steve yells after you but you’d already walked out.

‘God, he calls me clingy but he can’t stop calling me.’ You groan as the phone goes off again. You walked over and pick up the receiver before slamming it back down. ‘Well maybe if you answered the phone he stopped calling.’ Eddie suggested as he sat on your bed strumming his guitar. You gave him a look. ‘Fine or not but you can’t avoid him forever.’ ‘Whatever, let’s talk about something important. Have you found a place to live yet?’ You ask, sitting down next to him. ‘No, but I will.’ He replied smiling over at you. ‘Eddie need I remind you that it’s less than a month until we leave and you need somewhere to live unless you want to live in your van.’ ‘That doesn’t sound too bad.’ Eddie shrugs. ‘Eddie you can’t live in your van.’ You scold him. Eddie looks like he’s about to speak but the phone rings again as you let out a groan. ‘If he’s still calling you after a week maybe you should just hear him out.’ Eddie shrugged. ‘Why are you telling me to talk to Steve? I thought you thought he was a dick and me hooking up with him was a terrible idea.’ ‘Well yeah, but I also know that you liked him and you’ve been in a bad mood for the last week so maybe you should get some closure at least.’ ‘Fine, I’ll go by the video store tomorrow.’ You give in.

‘Robin, I’ve really fucked up. She won’t talk to me.’ Steve sighed, running his hand through his hair. ‘I mean you did call her clingy all because you didn’t want to admit you were in love with her.’ Robin shrugged. ‘Yeah, Robin, I know what happened. God, what do I do? Should I go to her house or should I just leave her alone?’ ‘Well you’ve called her about a thousand times and she hasn’t picked up so maybe give her some time.’ ‘Yeah, I should. I guess I’m just worried that the longer I leave it, the worst it’s going to get.’

You had been sitting in your car for what felt like hours just trying to convince yourself to go into Family Video. You were nervous and you didn’t even know what you were going to say. You were worried if you went in you would just start screaming or crying. You flipped down your visor and looked in the mirror, making sure you didn’t completely look like a mess before taking a deep breath and stepping out of your car, knowing it was now or never. You walked into Family Video and saw Steve behind the counter, he looked up at the sound of the bell ringing and immediately stood up straighter. ‘Hi.’ He breathed out, looking at you as though you were a scared animal that would run away at any second, which was exactly how you felt. ‘Hey, do you have time to talk?’ You asked, shoving your hands into your pockets, feeling kind of uncomfortable. ‘Yeah, we can go through to the back. Robin, I’m going on break.’ He yelled over to her as she was restocking shelves. She looked like she was about to protest but then saw you and just nodded, stepping behind the counter. Steve steps out from behind the counter and you follow him into the back room where you lean against a shelf. The two of you stand in silence just looking at each other both trying to think about what to say. The tension between the two of you was almost unbearable and you were just willing Steve to break the silence despite you being the one to initiate the conversation. ‘I am so sorry for what I said. I didn’t mean it at all.’ Steve eventually said, looking at you with big eyes like he was genuinely sorry. ‘Why did you say it then?’ You asked. Steve opened his mouth but didn’t say anything. He didn’t know if he should tell the truth. How would you react if you found out he was in love with you when this was meant to be a fling? ‘I was scared.’ Steve eventually settled on. You frowned at his words, having no idea what he meant. ‘Scared of what?’ ‘Scared of how I felt.’ You felt your heart rate increase at his words. Did he mean what you think he means? ‘And how do you feel?’ You say looking at Steve with hope in your eyes. ‘I’m in love with you, and I know this wasn’t meant to be anything serious but I fell for you but you’re leaving soon so it’s not going to work out.’ Steve rambled, not looking at you cause if he did he would see the massive smile on your face. ‘Steve, Steve, stop rambling.’ You say grabbing his hands in your own. ‘Steve, I feel the same way. I love you too.’ ‘But I don’t want to hold you back.’ You can see in Steve’s eyes every single one of his insecurities. His feelings of inadequacy, the worry he was some loser. ‘Steve, you’re not going to hold me back. I want to be with you and we can make this work.’ ‘You’re sure? Because you’re about to college and I don’t want you to feel like you're stuck.’ ‘I’m not going to feel that way.’ You rubbed the back of his hands, reassuring him. ‘Okay, if you’re certain.’ ‘I’m 100% certain.’ You say leaning in and pressing a gentle kiss on his lips.

‘Okay, I think that’s everything.’ You say closing your dorm wardrobe. You had just arrived at your dorms and had spent all day unpacking boxes and sorting out your stuff. ‘I guess we should probably go get some food.’ Steve said wrapping his arms around you from behind. ‘Yeah, I am starving.’ You say leaning back into him, closing your eyes as you do so. ‘Do you want to just go down to the canteen or do you want to go out somewhere?’ He asked, rubbing his hands up and down your sides and pressing a kiss to the side of your head. ‘Let’s just go to the canteen, I’m too tired to go anywhere else, plus I don’t want to change.’ The two of you head to the dorm's food hall, grabbing something to eat and looking around at all the other new students and their families. You were excited to start college but you were also upset about everything you were leaving behind. You put aside your worries and enjoyed your meal with Steve before heading back up to your dorm. ‘I should probably get on the road soon.’ Steve said as you entered your room. ‘You know, my roommate probably won’t be here until tomorrow. Why don’t you just stay?’ You say wrapping your arms around him and looking at him with a pout. ‘Do you really want to get in trouble on your first night?’ Steve laughed looking down at you. ‘Come on, it’s late, I’m sure they’ll understand that it wasn’t safe for you to drive when you're tried.’ You try to convince him. ‘I’m not that tired.’ He frowned down at you. ‘You will be soon.’ You smirked, making him laugh. ‘You’re such a tease.’ He said, placing a kiss on your nose. ‘Is it working?’ You smile at him, nuzzling in close. ‘Yes. Fine, I’ll stay tonight but I need to leave first thing in the morning.’ He rolls his eyes but smiles happy he gets to spend extra time with you before heading back to Hawkins. ‘Great then we better not waste a moment.’ You say pressing a kiss to his lips but he pulls away making you frown. ‘Wait before I forget I got you a gift.’ Steve says, going over to his bag and pulling out a wrapped present. You excitedly take it from him and open it to reveal a framed picture of the two of you at the lake from this summer. Your arms are wrapped around each other and you both have big smiles on your faces. You look at the picture and it makes you smile, remembering the memory. ‘I love it Steve, thank you so much.’ You say placing the photo on your bedside table and sitting down on the bed. ‘Well, I wanted something for you to remember me by.’ He said sitting next to you. ‘Please as if I could ever forget you, besides we’re seeing each other in a month.’ You say resting your head on his shoulder. ‘If I can wait that long, I might just get on the road and then turn back immediately.’ Steve says, grabbing your chin and lifting up your head to give you a kiss. ‘I love you.’ He tells you, pulling away slightly, your foreheads still connected. ‘I love you too, Steve Harrington.’ You say leaning back in for another kiss.

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[byrdtrolls]

Nightmare Blunt Rotation

What’s one thing you never expected to happen in February 2024? Is it an Ervmir Demork Drabble?

(hehe, a short little side thing I wrote)

It’s late into the day. You are playing an indie dating sim on your laptop in the front hall. It is the only place in your penthive apartment where there are reliably no other people or servants. Though the dark glow of security cameras reminds you are always being watched all the same. You like to stay up late in the day, when it’s quiet and most of the staff and your father’s ‘friends’ have long since gone home. You are completely bombing it on all these conversation options. You like to do no-mercy runs on kiss in the dark demon quadrant simulator and get all the bad endings. 

Suddenly, the doorbell rings. 

“Uh, sir?” You hear from behind the wood. 

“Hello?” You reply.

“Ervmir” The voice replies, and you recognize it as the buildings security guard. “Can you get your father?” 

“Depends why” You answer. 

“This woman is demanding to see him, I tried to get her to leave, but I think she’s lost her marbles-“ 

“OPEN UP HASCHA” insists a demanding, female voice who begins banging on the doorway. 

You curl up into a little ball on the couch. 

“You’re a really bad security guard!” You yell. “Who the fuck is that!” 

“She’s like eight feet tall! What was I supposed to-“ The guard argues. 

“Figure it out!” You squeak. 

“I demand to speak to Hascha” Orders the woman. 

“I’m going to tase you” the guard says to her. “If you don’t leave.” 

“Less warning-more tasing!” You order. 

There is a sound of a large thud, and a scream.

You back further into your corner, hoping the security guard has been triumphant in whatever struggle just occurred, but the universe would never be so kind. 

“Open the door” says the woman. “Hascha will recognize me” 

“Yeah well” you stutter. “If you hurt the security guard! He’ll be angry!” 

“Go to bed Erv,” Says a male voice. “Two in the damn morning.” 

You jump as your father enters the room from behind. Against all logic, he walks over and opens the door. 

A giant, horrific beast of a woman dressed like Mary Poppins straightens her back, covered in blood. 

Hascha glances at the bottle of wine in his hands, and then back at her. 

“Haha” he says. “I wondered if Eponin and all those bitches were crazy.” He says. “Are you real?” He says, waving a hand in front of her. 

“Im real” she says. “I'm standing right in front of you” she says, sidestepping your father into the hive, much to your dismay. 

“Verula, did you fall from heaven because I thought you dropped dead 50 sweeps ago” Hascha jokes. 

“Ha ha. You’re drunk” she says. 

“I must be. Did you kill my security guard?” They stutter. 

“My kismesis was murdered right in front of me” Verula replies. 

“Right” your father says, wincing, scratching the back of his neck. “Bummer. That is so rough Buddy.”

“Do you still have that cask I gave you 60 sweeps ago from that off world winery?” 

“Now you’re speaking my language. But also no, I already drank it.” Your father says, leaning on the wall. 

“Hascha!” You squeak. “Who the fuck is this! She killed our security guard!” 

“I’ll explain to you when you’re older. Go to bed, Erv.” 

“Why. It’s not like I’ve got shit to do tomorrow” you retort. “In case you forgot, you fired me” 

“Who is that?” Verula says, staring at you. 

“Oh this grub I adopted” Hascha replies. 

“Why?” Verula.

“I dunno. For fun. To make my life worse”

“Whatever” she dismisses. “Can I stay at your place for a couple nights.” 

“Of course,” he says, leading the woman upstairs. “Everyone’s trying to kill you by the way. They’ve all lost it.” 

“Wonderful” the jadeblood says, wiping blood off her face. 

And then you are in the front hall, alone. You sigh. It’s just you and the dead security guard. You try to ignore him for a moment, but you have not yet sunk so low morally that you can continue to play a dating sim over a fresh corpse. You take a deep breath, closing your laptop, and walking over to him. Shakily, you reach over and pull his id out of his vest, and go to call this guy's family. 

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You are in the front hall again the next time you see her. You had to wait even longer for the hive to empty. Hascha and their mysterious undead fling had been having some kind of kismesis grief bender for the past week, and avoiding them at very nearly any time of night or day has become more difficult and frustrating. You are trying to finish a demon’s route in the game when you are once again interrupted. 

The two large trolls are walking into the kitchen, giggling with each other. 

“Maid!” Hascha calls. “We can cook something- Where is the- Maid!” He says, stumbling around. 

You sigh. This was not the first time he’s lost track of time and forgotten the servants go home at day. Hopefully Verula could be a voice of reason to him. You don’t want to have to tell him again. For some reason he always gets upset with you, like you were insane for reminding him the hive staff slept. 

“Maid!” Verula calls. “Maid!” Oh, wonderful. You think. They’re both on something. They’re both intoxicated. 

The calling out for the maid and wandering around the hive and resolving into giggling continues for some time, before you snap. 

“It’s two am! The staff went home!” You shout. 

“Motherfucker.” Hascha complains. “Go to bed, Erv!” He says, hypocritically. “Whatever. We’ll order online.”

“You can order food online? Like through a computer?” Verula says, like a woman who’s been dead for a long time.

“New age magic darling- the miracle of computer.” He says, taking a moment to try and doordash on his phone. The jadeblood plucks a joint from his hand. 

“Do the robots deliver it?” she jokes. 

“Nah, just app people” he dismisses. 

The woman coughs. 

“What?” 

“Like the people who work for the app” he says. “They get a message and deliver the food” he attempts to explain. The jadeblood takes another hit. 

“An army of people in the app?” She says, looking over his shoulder. 

“Yeah” he says. “Wait- give that back” he says, trying to grab the joint. 

“What?” She says. 

“I forget if I laced that one.” He says, taking back the joint.” 

She stares at her now empty hand. 

“You know Hascha” she says. “I didn’t think you’d still be like this.” 

“What?” He says. 

“You know. When you got kicked out of the fleet and put on planet arrest” The jadeblood says, giggling. “And you were like, I’m gonna spend every day partying like there is no tomorrow and doing hard drugs and shit. I thought you were just like. Going through something. And you’d come to your senses in like, a few sweeps at most. And get back on your feet. And weasel your way back into the fleet or something. And you’re still doing this shit? And you have a kid?” She says

“Hey” he says. “I own a billion dollar news company.” 

“You’re having a laced joint on a Tuesday night after we already drank the rest of that wine.” 

“One you just stole from me” They retort. “Glass hives, darling.”

“If I were a better person,” She says. “I’d be worried about you.” 

“If I were a better person” He replies. “I’d want you to worry about me.” 

“You’ve really been doing this?” Dentry says. “For 50 sweeps? Did 857 truly break your pan so badly?” She says, miming a knocking motion on their head. It’s unfitting the seriousness of the conversation, but he does not seem to mind. 

“Maybe not all the time,” He says. “Sober up for a couple weeks, or a month, your tolerance builds back up, you can put your life back together just enough that everything looks fine on the surface and money keeps flowing, and then go have fun again.”

“Sounds like you have it down to a science” She says. “What a miserable way to live.” 

“Oh it's a wonderful way to live” He argues. “Probably gonna die someday” They admit. “But it’s a wonderful view from halfway down.”

You turn up the music on your headphones, and try your best to return your focus to the game. But it’s too late- it's ruined. You are clicking through the options but your brain is barely processing them.

Eventually there is a loud thud from the other room.

“Fuck” you hear the jadeblood say. “That is- shit” the woman says, clearly having a sub optimal time. 

“What?” Hascha says. 

“I think it just hit me” she stumbles. “I think that was laced. That is- too much uppy. Not enough downy.” 

“Don’t freak out,” he retorts. 

“I’m not freaking out. I’ll be fine. Do we have more wine? Or normal weed? I’m just need something more downy” 

“Maybe-“ Hascha says, and then proceeds to look in all of the various places in the hive where they kept alcohol. This takes a long time. There are many places. 

“Fuck” he says. “I think that’s everything. Where’s- MAID!” 

“The maid went home!” You snap, again.

“Erv” he says. “Perfect” he says, stumbling into the room. 

“I need you to go to the winery on 5th and downing. The one we like. I need you to grab like 15 Domaine Leroy for the lounge and 10 Corton-Charlemagne for the cellar. Make sure it’s the one with 18%  alcohol from that place in Tuscany. Take the spaceship.” He says, dropping the keys in your hand. Fascinating, how he’s able to remember everything about the winery so specifically except a very key detail. 

“The winery” you say. “IS CLOSED! IT'S THE MIDDLE OF THE DAY.” 

“Christ, well you don’t have to yell you little shit.” He retorts. 

“I don’t think you need more wine” You say. 

“Verula’s freaking out” They say, waving their hand dismissively. 

“Exactly why you should not give her more alcohol, genius” You say softly. 

“What was that?” He snaps. 

“Nothing” You mutter, losing your nerve. 

“Okay” Hascha says, turning and stumbling away. “Here’s what you do-“ he begins, and then walks out of earshot. Several minutes pass. You begin to silently hope he has gone and passed out someplace, muttering to himself, but right when you are going to go back to bed, he returns, holding a crowbar, which he then hands to you. 

“Okay Ervmir- here’s what you do. You’re going to break into the winery.” 

“What?” You say, hoping he is joking. 

“Step one: you break the winery window. Step two, you leave 5 hundred thousand Caegar bills on the desk in reimbursement. You take all of the liquor you can fit into the spaceship- actually I don’t trust you with the spaceship. You WALK to the winery but still carry as much alcohol as you can fit in the spaceship. And everyone wins” 

“I lose,” you say. “I get arrested.”

“No you don’t- you do it all very quietly.” Hascha reassures. 

“I can’t WALK to the winery!! It’s day! I’ll get burned!”

“Erv, Verula is really freaking out. And her freaking out is freaking me out. And we really do need new alcohol.” Hascha says, picking you up, and placing you in the hallway outside their penthouse apartment. 

“What! No! I’m not stealing you booze! What if a paparazzi sees me!!” You plead to deaf ears as he takes your keys, holding them out of your reach. 

“Listen” he says. “I’m going to lock you out. And you aren’t allowed back in. Unless you go to the winery. Okay? Thank you. Goodbye Erv.” He says, and he shuts the door in your face. Motherfucker. You are going to kill him for real someday. You bang on the apartment door, part in hopes he’ll change his mind and part in an expression of anger and frustration.

Before eventually, your breathing evens enough that you pull yourself to your feet, and storm off in search of an umbrella. 

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Two whole hours later, you bang on the door again, with a cart full of wine from the winery. 

Hascha opens it. 

“Ervmir” he says. “What took you so long” 

“Ha Ha” you reply, voice layered with contempt. “It takes a while to break into a winery”

“It seems like an in and out kind of deal” he critiques. 

“You’re lucky I came back at all” you say.

Verula, the woman herself, peeks out of the hallway. 

“Thank you Ervmir.” 

“I hate you both and I hope you die. I poisoned every one of these” you say, shoving the cart into the room. 

“He’s joking” Hascha reassures the jadeblood, who true to his word, looks a little freaked out. 

“One of these days I won’t be!” You snap. “I’m gonna go call Esveri.” You say, your voice cracking. 

“You’re gonna call your boyfriend at, what is it? 4am?” 

“WHO ELSE WOULD I CALL?” You snap. “Hire me a twenty four seven therapist! You might as well pay someone to parent me if you’re going to try this hard!” You yell, storming off to your room. 

You shut the door, but linger by it. 

“He’s a good kid,” You hear Verula mutter softly to your father, popping the cork off a bottle.

“He hates me.” Hascha replies

“Yeah, well, no shit” the jadeblood answers.

#alcoholism tw #drug use tw #addiction tw #emotional abuse tw #ervmir writing #my writing #fantroll #fantroll rp #homestuck #homestuck oc #homestuck rp #hiveswap #friendsim #pesterquest

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Dol One-Liners

These are things to give people an idea for writing stories or to start their imagination.

I may turn these into stories in the near future

All gender neutral

All versions of each character will contain some Fluff, Angst, Smut, and Shit posts. Kind of depends on you take it.

Take these one-liners how ever you want. If you want to perceive it as heart-warming, loving, creepy, something a yandere would say, sad, and any other way. These are meant to get your mind racing.

Also, you can take these as them saying it to you, them saying it to somebody else, or you saying it to them, and any other way. It’s all up to you

Under the cut because I put nearly every named character and a shit ton of one-liners

Robin version

“Our little stupid conversations means more to me than you think.”

“I still get get those stupid butterflies,”

“It wasn’t your fault”

“Let me help you,”

“You’re not leaving, are you?”

“I think I’m in love with, and I’m terrified.”

“I can’t just sit by and do nothing when you’re suffering so much!”

“You haven’t been yourself lately.”

“I’m in love with you.”

“I thought you didn’t want me.”

“I don’t know what’s wrong, okay? I’m just...really tired.”

“You said you’d always be there for me...so how did this happen? Why weren’t you there?”

“I was so stupid to make the mistake of falling in love with my best friend.”

“ I don’t think I can’t forgive anymore.”

“You can’t keep doing this.”

“Are you still awake?”

Kylar Version

“Don’t leave.”

“I’m not going anywhere.”

“I Don’t want to lose you,”

“Just talk to me, Please.”

“I want you. Only you.”

“Please Marry me.”

“You didn’t call. You didn’t text. Nothing.”

“Do you have anything better to do later?”

“Oh my god! You’re in love with them!?”

“I heard you talking in your sleep.”

“Why can’t you love me back!?”

“It’s okay, I understand. You can leave. They all do.”

“It won’t make a difference if I’m incomplete.”

“There’s so much blood, It won’t come off!”

“I’m tired of being your secret.”

“I’m yours.”

“When you love someone, you just don’t stop. Ever. Even when people roll their eyes or call you crazy...even then. Especially then!”

“Everyone deserves a second chance.”

Sydney Version

“I’m so, so sorry.”

“You’re hurting me.”

“H-How long Have you been standing there!?”

“Wait, when did I take off my clothes?”

“Until the day you learn to start a normal conversation, I will have to be there to fix the messes you make.”

“Am I doing it right?”

“The way I feel when I’m with you...”

“I know that I will always Love you.”

“Look at us...we are basically a couple already.”

“OH MY GOD, DID YOU JUST SAY THAT OUT LOUD????”

“I vote today be a pajama day.”

“I can’t believe we’re doing this.”

“How did I ever give someone the power to fuck me up this bad.”

“What the hell is happening to me?”

“I’m not a particularly good story teller, but I’ll try my best.”

“I might have had a few shots.”

“Am I that useless to you?”

Whitney Version

“Leave me alone.”

“When are you going to realize that I don’t care?”

“Kiss me, you twat.”

“Shut the fuck up and Kiss me.”

“I’m fine. Stop asking.”

“I hope someday you get a taste of your own medicine.”

“I don’t need help! I just want this feeling to go away...”

“I got to admit, you look incredibly hot.”

“Maybe if I get a free drink, I can consider talking to you.”

“I don’t hate you, I just strongly dislike you.”

“Don’t you see I’m trying?”

“If you say another word, I’m going to beat you up and take your lunch money.”

“I’m up to the challenge.”

“I’ve never felt this way about anyone before...and it scares the shit out of me.”

“Frankly, I couldn’t care less.”

“Am I a joke to you?”

Alex Version

“Eek! How long have you been there!?!?”

“If I ever see you anywhere near my beloved, you’ll have to deal with me.”

“You have no idea how to make toast!?”

“Well, this just scrambles my eggs.”

“Pack your shit and go. Get the fuck out of my sight!”

“Is there a special reason as to why you you’re wearing my shirt?”

“You are my new pillow.”

“If you steal the blankets, I am going to put my cold feet on you.

“Don’t be silly, I want to stay up with you.

“Fix me up with six cups of coffee and we’re good to go.”

“I accept chaos.”

“You go ahead, I’ll hold them off as long as I can.”

“I could have done with a warning earlier, y’know before I fucked up.”

Avery Version

“I need help.”

“I can’t do this anymore.”

“Tell them how you screwed up.”

“Can I kiss you?”

“Perhaps you can marry me, my dear.”

“Why Haven’t you kissed me yet?”

“Sorry doesn’t fix everything!”

“It isn’t up to debate.”

“I’m waiting for someone. However, you can amuse me in the meanwhile.”

“It’s just for one weekend.”

“Before we do anything, we should go over some ground rules.”

“Just smile and hold my hand.”

“If I didn’t know any better, I’d say you were trying to seduce me.”

“What’s with the box?”

“Say it!”

“Don’t ask me that.”

“Are you really going to leave without asking me the question you’ve been dying to ask me?”

“You disappoint me.”

“For some reason I’m attracted to you.”

“Let’s go out tonight.”

Eden Version

“I can’t promise anything.”

“Don’t make this harder than it already is.”

“There is nothing you can do.”

“It’s better this way.”

“Take another step, I can’t be held responsible for my actions.”

“I missed you so much.”

“I’m better when I’m with you.”

“Were you ever going to tell me?”

“Are you happy now?  Huh? DOES THIS MAKE YOU HAPPY!?”

“You’re wrong. That’s not what happened at all.”

“I can’t believe you dragged me into this.”

“Why did you leave me?”

“We wouldn’t be having this conversation if you had just listened.”

“I’m not afraid to die, but I am afraid to lose you.”

“Who wouldn’t be angry!? You ate all my cereal and faked your death for three years!”

“Promise me that you will return back alive.”

Great Hawk Version

“Sorry wife/husband, I am not the brightest tool in the...what was it again? Toolbox?”

“Is this the right way?”

“Please don’t leave me.”

“Stay with me forever.”

“Can I touch you?”

“But I want to hear you sing.’

“Don’t let me go.”

“Something is trying to kill me.

“So why did I have to punch that guy?”

“I don’t want to be alone.”

“Can you sing for me?”

Black Wolf Version

“Was there a scuffle?”

“I can’t wait any longer!”

“You are the most beautiful thing I have ever encountered.”

“Why don’t pack mate come here and make me?”

“Pack member should not be stubborn.”

“I will be here to protect you.”

“Mate, I will punch you in the face and steal your food, do not cross me.”

“Ew, rain.”

Ivory Wraith Version

“You’re more zombie than human.”

“¥ðµ håvê †hê m𧆠ßê嵆l ê¥ê§ †hå† Ì håvê êvêr §êêñ”

“That won’t work. Try again.”

“You look beautiful/handsome in the moonlight.”

“I’ll always be there.”

“Destroying lives, one person at a time.”

“In the end, they were all made of flesh and bones that can be broken.”

“That’s so cute. You think you’re scary, but listen, I’ve seen scary- and you ain’t even got smile for it.”

“I could just kill you right now!”

Remy Version

“You’re the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.”

‘You look like you’ll be a more aggressive than the others.”

“You should be a model.”

“Let me guess, You caused this?”

“Don’t speak or you’ll ruin everything.”

“I wish you’d realize just how loud you’re being.”

“You should’ve stopped when you still could.”

“It was a trap.”

“Are you done yet?”

“Am I more than you bargained for yet?”

Morgan Version

“You’re hurting me, darling.”

“Say that again.”

“I missed you so much.”

“Because I love you!”

“Did it ever occur to you that you’re hurting me too?”

“You are very endearing when you are half-asleep.”

“Pay attention to me!”

“Please don’t leave me again.”

“I’m so lucky to have you.”

“You can’t keep doing this.”

“That’s irrational.”

Bailey Version

“Everyone keeps telling me you’re the bad guy.”

“I am the backbone of this place.”

“I thought you hated me.”

“Are you...trying to flirt with me?”

“Do I look like someone who seems interested in you?”

“You think I’m dumb enough to fall for that stupid move?”

“The sun hasn’t even come up and you want me to do what now?”

“Don’t talk to me. It’s 6 AM and I haven’t had coffee yet, so anything I do or say can not be held against me.”

“If you die, I am going to kill you!”

“Damn, You clean up good.”

Leighton Version

“Don’t say you love me.”

“Your heart is as cold as my house, and I can’t feel my toes in that place, so it’s bloody cold.”

“You come here often?”

“You haven’t experienced loss.”

“SEND HELP, THE STUDENTS ARE OUT OF CONTROL!”

“Anger will help you survive, yes, but only for a while. Then it’ll eat you alive.”

Briar Version

“Don’t you dare make this harder than it already is.”

“You dressed good today.”

“So, have you flirted with everyone in this place yet?”

“It’s a real shame nobody asked for your opinion.”

“I have a name and it’s not sweetheart.”

“I can’t be held responsible. I wasn’t even there.”

“I could set the world on fire and call it rain.”

“I’ve always hated you.”

“Can you stop bleeding for a second? I’m trying to tell you I love you.”

“You seem upset.”

Darryl Version

“I just need some time to myself.”

“Am I doing any of this right?”

“You make me so happy.”

“So...Are you expecting someone?”

“You don’t loos so bad yourself.”

“I think wishful thinking is just another way to say hope.”

“If I can still breath, I’m fine.”

“Do you want me to leave.”

“I’m so tired.”

Doren Version

“I am there for you, always remember that.”

“I can’t do this anymore...not with you.”

“Can I offer you a drink?”

“Do you need a place to stay in tonight?”

“Take a breath, you can do this.”

“Good people are like Candles: they burn themselves up to give others light. And you, my dear, are one of those people.”

“Take the mask off when you speak to me.”

“Is it really you?”

“You seem upset.”

River Version

“I’m convinced you never graduated kindergarten.”

“You interrupt my reading once more, and this book will become a lethal weapon.”

“Are you stupid or stupid?”

“I’m sorry, but I don’t feel the same way.”

“We need to talk about your life choices.”

“Don’t think about it too much or you head might explode.”

“Please look at me.”

Sirris Version

“You are doing such a good job...”

“I’ve been waiting all this time for you.”

“Are you Single? Just asking.”

“You’re jealous, aren’t you?”

“Letting you go was the hardest thing I’ve ever had to do.

“Did you enjoy yourself last night?”

Mason Version

“I don’t know what the question was, but without a doubt, my answer is I don’t know.”

“I would call you an imbecile, but I’m pretty sure you know how to spell it while I don’t.”

“I can’t stay away from you.”

“You call it a problem, I call it a solution.”

“I saw that, You just checked me out.”

“Woah, slow down, what’s going on?”

“YOU USED MY TOWEL?”

“Is that a challenge?”

“Did I just say that out loud?”

“Is that meant to be on fire?”

“It’s not funny! I’m trying to be serious.”

Wren Version

“It’s a hobby of mine to prove you wrong.”

“This is going to sound controversial, but I think that went well.”

“I bet you would look even better without your clothes on.”

“I love the way you’re dressed.”

“You have to tell me why we’re committing a felony before we do it. Not that that’s going to stop us, but at least I’ll have all the facts.”

“There’s been some real friction in out friend group lately. I suggest an orgy to save out friendship.”

“You’re good at this, you know? Convincing me to do things that I damn well know is going to end in disaster.”

“I could kiss you right now!”

“Before I do this, I need you to know that I have always loved you.”

Gwylan Version

“Wait, you love me? Like you love me like how Garfield loves Lasagna or how Thomas O’Malley loves Duchess?”

“If being clumsy was a currency, I’d be a bloody Billionaire.”

“I thought you were taken.”

“Yeah, well, I shut everybody out. Don’t take it personally. It’s just easier. I’m sorry.”

“You weren’t supposed to laugh! I’m so embarrassed!”

“Don’t get up- I’ll do it.”

“I may not be your first love, first kiss, first time or first date, but I want to be your last everything.”

“It was a normal day, as long as you ignore the fact that it wasn’t.”

“Wait? You love me?”

Landry Version

“Please be quiet, I can’t even hear myself losing the will to live.”

“I’m done trying to help you.”

“Give me a sec, I’m not drunk enough to listen to this yet.”

“Would shooting you solve the problem? No? Then get the fuck out.”

“I’ll do it if you do something for me.”

“One thing you must know is that damaged people are dangerous, for they know they can survive.

“Why exactly do you need chloroform at 2 AM?”

“You don’t belong with me.”

Charlie Version

“I’m sorry, what were you saying? I keep getting lost in your eyes.”

“Such a good job you are doing!”

“Is this how little you think of me?”

“Do you want to dance with me?”

“Honestly, they worst thing you can do is stare.”

“I didn’t say that I loved you to hear it back. I said it to make sure you knew.”

“Please stay. I’d like some company.”

Harper Version

“You know, You haven’t been yourself lately.”

“You need help.”

‘It’s better like this.”

“Let me Help you, okay?”

“Who the fuck gave you that black eye!?!?”

“I’m not letting you leave until you tell what’s wrong, and don’t try lying to me.”

“What would you say if you and me go somewhere else?”

“Squeeze my hand if you can hear me.”

“Please stop petting the test subjects.”

“Here, lay down in my lap.”

“I just want to be close to someone for a little bit. Is that okay?”

“You’re not fine. You need rest.”

“It’s just a few more days, then I’ll take you home.”

“Will you stop playing with the bed settings?”

“Hey there- you gave me quite a scare.”

#DOL #dol harper #dol eden #degrees of lewdity #degreesoflewdity #degrees of lewdity kylar #kylar degrees of lewdity #dol robin #dol remy #dol river #dol avery #dol alex #dol bailey #dol black wolf #dol great Hawk #dol gwylan #dol ivory wraith #dol kylar #dol whitney #dol wren #dol charlie #dol mason #dol morgan #dol doren #dol sydney #DoL sirris #dol briar #dol landry #dol leighton

[wesawbears]

Midnights (AFTG Version)

Because I am unwell, I bring you a comprehensive guide of all the lyrics on Midnights that make my chest hurt when I project them onto All for the Game characters. Please enjoy.

Under the cut because long

Lavender Haze:

Overall vibes- Andreil early on, when they’re just making out in secret. Could also be directly after the books.

Lyrics:

“Staring at the ceiling with you, oh you don’t ever say too much. And you don’t really read into my melancholia”

“I’ve been under scrutiny, you handle it beautifully, all this shit is new to me”

“I find it dizzying, they’re bringing up my history, but you weren’t even listening”

“I just wanna stay in this lavender haze”

Maroon:

Overall vibes: JereJean for the first verse. It gets sad, but we won’t mention that, unless you want to write that AU

Kevin/Jean for the second verse

Lyrics:

JereJean: “Laughing with your feet in my lap like you were my closest friend. How’d we end up on the floor anyway?”

“And I chose you the one I was dancing with”

“The burgundy on my tshirt when you splashed your wine into me and how the blood rushed into my cheeks so scarlet”

Kevin/Jean:

“When the silence came we were shaking, blind and hazy, how the hell did we lose sight of us again? Sobbing with your head in my hands, ain’t that the way, it always ends?”

“And I lost you, the one I was dancing with”

“And I wake with your memory over me, that’s a real fucking legacy to leave”

Anti Hero

Overall vibes: Genuinely most of the Foxes but I’m gonna split it up for more specific vibes

All foxes: “It’s me, hi, I’m the problem it’s me”

Kevin: “When my depression works the graveyard shift all of the people I’ve ghosted stand there in the room. I should not be left to my own devices they come with prices and vices I end up in crisis”

Neil: “I wake up screaming from dreaming one day I’ll watch as you’re leaving cause you got tired of my scheming for the last time”

“I stare directly at the sun but never in the mirror”

Jeremy: “Did you hear my covert narcissism I dress up as altruism”

Jean: “I wake up screaming from dreaming one day I’ll watch as you’re leaving and life will lose all it’s meaning”

Snow on the Beach

Overall vibes: Andreil and JereJean

Andrew: “and life is emotionally abusive and time can’t stop me quite like you did and my flight was awful thanks for asking I”m unglued, thanks to you”

“I can’t speak, afraid to jinx it, I don’t even dare to wish it”

Andreil: “And it’s like snow on the beach, weird but fucking beautiful...you wanting me, tonight feels impossible”

Jean: “And it’s fine to fake it til you make it til you do, til it’s true”

You’re on Your Own Kid

Overall vibes: Again, many of the Foxes, but I will focus on Kevin and Allison

“I gave my blood, sweat and tears for this”

“You’re on your own kid, you always have been”

Allison: “I hosted parties and starved my body, like I’d be saved by a perfect kiss”

Midnight Rain

Overall vibes: Kevin/Jean

“I guess, sometimes we all get just what we wanted...and he never thinks of me, except when I’m on TV”

“I guess sometimes we all get some kind of haunted...and I never think of him, except on midnights like this”

Question

Overall vibes: Renison, though I could not explain to you why. Like, I don’t have lyrics, but just listen to the song and you’ll get it

Vigilante Shit

Overall vibes: Once again, many of the Foxes, but I’ll split it up

Andrew: “You did some bad things, but I’m the worst of them”

“I don’t start shit, but I can tell you how it ends”

Neil: “She needed cold, hard proof so I gave her some.”

Fox Girls: “Ladies always rise above, ladies know what people want, someone sweet and kind and fun, the lady simply had enough”

Foxes: “They say looks can kill, and I might try”

Bejeweled

Overall vibes: The Fox Girls

Allison: “Best believe I’m still bejeweled, when I walk in the room, I can still make the whole place shimmer”

Renee: “Baby boy, I think I’ve been too good of a girl”

Dan: “Did all the extra credit and got graded on a curve”

Labyrinth

Overall vibes: Andrew catching feelings

“You know how scared I am of elevators, never trusted if it rises fast, it can’t last”

“Oh no, I’m falling in love”

“I thought the plane was going down, how’d you turn it right around?”

“You know how much I hate that everybody just expects me to bounce back”

Karma

Overall vibes: Kevin and Jean to Riko

Jean: “Karma is my boyfriend”

“Karma is the guy on the screen, coming straight home to me”

Both: “My pennies made your crown”

“Ask me why so many fade when I’m still here?”

Sweet Nothing

Overall vibes: Andreil. “And you always said you want nothing” anyone?

“Neil: They said the end is coming, everyone’s up to somethin’, I find myself running home to your sweet nothings”

Andrew: “All you ever wanted from me was sweet nothing”

Mastermind

Overall vibes: Andrew. “No, but I’ll still solve you” vibes

“and the touch of a hand lit the fuse, of a chain reaction of countermoves to assess the equation of you”

The Great War

Overall vibes: Andreil post-Baltimore

Andrew: “My knuckles were bruised like violets, sucker punching walls, cursed you as I sleep talked”

“You said I have to trust more freely, but diesel is desire, you were playing with fire, and maybe it’s the past that’s talkin’, screamin’ from a crypt”

“It turned into something bigger, somewhere in the haze got a sense I’d been betrayed”

“That was the night I nearly lost you”

“There’s no morning glory, it was war, it wasn’t fair”

Bigger than the Whole Sky

Overall vibes: Allison to Seth

“Your were more than just a short time”

Paris

Overall vibes: Andreil dodging the press

“Did you see the photos? No I didn’t but thanks though”

“No I didn’t see the news cause we were somewhere else”

“Romance is not dead, if you keep it just yours”

Glitch

Overall vibes: Andreil

“I think there’s been a glitch, five seconds later I’m fastening myself to you with a stitch”

“I was supposed to sweat you out”

High Infidelity

Overall vibes: Neil

“I didn’t know you were keeping count”- the countdown

“I bent the truth too far tonight, I was dancing around, dancing around it”

Would’ve Could’ve Should’ve

Overall vibes: Kevin to Riko (not shippy, to be clear. Just referencing a toxic relationship). Andrew to...life

Andrew: “And if I was a child did it matter, if you washed your hands?”

Kevin: “And now that I”m grown, I’m scared of ghosts, memories feel like weapons”

“But Lord you made me feel important, then you tried to erase us”

“God rest my soul, I miss who I used to be the tomb won’t close”

“I can’t let this go, I fight with you in my sleep, the wound won’t close, I keep on waiting for a sign. I regret you all the time”

“If clarity’s in death then why won’t this die?”

Dear Reader

Overall vibes: Neil, the unreliable narrator

“If it feels like a trap, you’re already in one”

“Get out your map, pick somewhere and just run”

“Burn all the files, desert all your past lives. And if you don’t recognize yourself, that means you did it right”

“Never take advice from someone who’s falling apart”

“The greatest of luxuries is your secrets”

“When you aim at the devil, make sure you don’t miss”

“I prefer hiding in plain sight”

“You wouldn’t take my word for it if you knew who was talking”

#aftg #all for the game #tfc #the foxhole court #please clap this took so long

[indycinders]

::On Light Feet and With Stony Wings::

A Krow x Lian fic. With art! ( •̀ ω •́ )✧ (cw: general yan stuff plus mental health stuff)

Krow belongs to @thekrows-nest

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The wind whipped around both males harshly, bringing a chill to Lian in particular. This wasn’t a happy moment, nor a joyous occasion.

He was leaving, not because he wanted to, but because he knew he needed help. He needed to stop feeling like he wanted to jump off buildings, he needed to stop daydreaming of someone coming to save him, someone with long, brown hair.

He stared at them now.

Krow’s purple eyes searched the blond’s face in worry, trying to understand or get an inkling of what was going on. Why had he summoned him up here, so high above the city?

“W-w-what’s going o-on, D-dove?”

Lian closed his eyes briefly, trying to take a deep breath. It was hard to breathe up here, especially with the wind. He really chose a bad day to do this.

“I’m leaving, Krow.”

Krow kept his sober expression, his lips threatening to twitch into a cracked smile, hoping that Lian was joking but knowing he wasn’t. “W-what d-do you m-m-mean?”

“I’m leaving. I’m going away. I don’t know for how long, I don’t know when I’ll be back, if ever. But I’m going.” Despite the pain in his heart and the lump in his throat, his words came steady and kind of loud, just so he could be heard over the distance between them.

The shorter man took a few strides forward, but Lian stepped back and he stopped. “Y-y-you j-just can’t l-leave, Dove! I-i-i-it’s–” He huffed in frustration, his words holding him back more than any other time, and he needed them now.

Lian shook his head. “No. I’m sorry. We’re just…. We’re not good together, Krow, you know that. I know you do. You’ve done things, I know you have. I’ve done things I’m not proud of. I need help.”

Wiping the tears from his eyes, which had begun spilling over, he turned away with a final, “It’s for the best, Krow.”

As he was walking away, the brunette stared in the empty space that was left, the space that Lian had just been in. Quietly, to himself, he said, “I know exactly what’s best for you, Dove.”

🙟✥🙝

Lian’s head was pounding. His body felt sluggish and chilled and he didn’t want to open his eyes. He could hear someone shuffling around, muttering something. He took a moment, keeping his eyes closed, to get his bearings.

Eventually, he started making out the voice and their words.

“He’s okay, he’s okay, he’s okay, he’s just asleep.”

“W-w-what if he’s hurt?”

“You didn’t hurt him.”

“W-w-why i-isn’t he– a-a-awake t-th–then?”

Krow.

Lian fluttered open his eyes and was immediately met with solid metal bars obscuring his vision. He squeezed his eyes shut, then opened them again, blinking several times. He moved his head to look around… a cage? He was inside a fucking cage.

“What the fuck, Krow?” He barked, scrabbling to stand up. 

Behind about average height, he bashed his head on the top of the cage, hissing through his teeth. “Ow, fuck,” He grumbled. 

Lian settled for crouching instead, rubbing the top of his head.

“Ah, shit, I knew it wasn’t big enough.”

Lian’s green eyes flicked up to glare at Krow. Something seemed… off about him. His usual sleek hair was slightly more unkempt, as if it had been bunched up several times and not brushed since. His eyes also seemed… different. They were… glowing?

“Krow?”

Krow hurried over and crouched down to look Lian in the face. “You’re awake, Songbird,” he whispered with a smile.

Lian frowned. The other’s eyes were definitely glowing.

“What did you do?” Lian asked.

“W-what do you mean? Y-you said you n-need help, r-right?” The blond could hear the familiar stutter of his Krow, but it was also laced with a different tone of this Krow. 

“Yeah,” Lian scoffed, “but I meant professional help, Krow.”

“Y-you have me, Dove. My Songbird, my m-m-muse. I-I can help y-you.” The toxic green was fading from his eyes now, keeping Lian focused on them with a morbid curiosity.

“You can’t,” Lian whispered, almost whined.

“I-I-I c-can! I can help y-you, and s-s-show you just how m-m-much you m-matter to me, how m-much I love y-you and n-need you, too.” Krow reached through the bars with both hands, placing them on either side of Lian’s face.

Lian started crying then. “P-please, Krow. Please.”

“Soon, Dove, soon.” Krow cooed, wiping the tears away with his thumbs. “It’s o-only t-to show you how much I love you.”

Something in Lian cracked then, and he just quietly cried, his gaze locked with Krow’s. He was fucked, and he knew it.

#Lian Maldov #Krow #the krow's nest #fanart #fanfic #cinders art #cinders writes

[chobit92]

House Of Wax: Part Twenty

@rubycstory07 😊

Not sure if anyone is still reading this but hey. Not sure if I like this chapter, think I’ve made Vincent too soft, he probably would have stabbed her lol

Warnings: Rape (Mentioned), Miscarriage (Mentioned), Self harm (Mentioned) 

(Kaia wakes up and squints at the brightness of the room. Someone’s opened the grubby curtains and the sunlight is streaming into the room. She has spent most of the last two weeks lying in bed. She hasn’t eaten much and has mostly just slept. Vincent had stitched up her wounds, dabbed TCP on her split lip and then carried her to bed. She looks down at her arms which are still bandaged. One because of a wound she herself made. The other Bo and his knife. She wonders why Vincent took such good care of her afterwards. Perhaps her plan is starting to work after all. Perhaps she can convince him that Bo is evil and they would be better off without him. But then maybe he only fixed her up because Bo told him to. He always does exactly as Bo says after all. She sighs and closes her eyes trying to go back to sleep. She hears the door open a few minutes later and footsteps. She tenses up waiting for hands to start pawing at her. She hears something being put down on the bedside cabinet.).

Lester: Thought you might want some breakfast.

(She doesn’t move.).

Lester: Come on girl you gotta eat, no use starving yourself.

Kaia: Piss off. What do you care? You’re just as sick as he is.

Lester: Now look I’m trying to be nice to you.

Kaia: Well bang up job ya’ll are doing.

(Lester sighs.).

Kaia: Just go away and leave me alone.

Lester: Look I ain’t saying it’s right what my brother did...But did you honestly wanna have his kid?

Kaia: It was my baby too.

Lester: So you wanted it?

Kaia: I didn’t want any of this. I didn’t want to be raped, I didn’t want to be beaten and tortured and held captive. I didn’t want to be pregnant and I didn’t want someone to beat me so bad that I lost a baby. I also don’t want you coming in here bringing me fucking breakfast and telling me that you’re trying to be nice. Fuck off. I dread to think what it would be like if you were all horrible to me.

Lester: Well...It’s there if you want it. Coffee too. I’ll leave you to your pity party.

(Lester leaves the room closing the door behind him. Kaia lets out a sob and closes her eyes. Fucking bastards.).

 (It’s late afternoon and Kaia is sitting in the church next to Whitney. She is crying. This is the first time she’s left the house in two weeks.).

Kaia: I can’t believe this is happening to me. Why me? Why us? You know what he’s done now? He got me pregnant then when he found out he beat me so bad that I lost the baby. I’m still bleeding. I should probably see a doctor really but that ain’t happening is it? Be just my luck wouldn’t it? Survive Bo for this long only to get killed by a fucking infection or some shit! I thought Vincent was different but now...I’m not so sure. He just stood there and watched Bo beating me. He just watched as I lost my baby and he did nothing. Nothing! Why would you do that?

(She wipes her eyes.).

Kaia: I tried to kill myself. Slashed my wrist with a razor. But oh no I’m not allowed to die am I? No not until Bo says! Vincent patched me up. He took care of me. It kinda felt like he cared. Kinda didn’t. But then I realised that he probably only did all that on Bo’s orders. He’s the boss and everyone has to do what he says. God he’s such a fucking bully!

(Then don’t let him be. Fight back.).

Kaia: With what? I have nothing.

(Even if she managed to hurt or kill Bo his two brothers would have something to say about that. She highly doubts she could take them all on.).

Kaia: I’m gonna die here.

(No.).

Kaia: I am.

(Fight. Kaia turns and looks at Whitney. Fight!).

Kaia: I’ll try.

(She gets up and turns around. She stops dead as she sees Vincent standing just a few feet from where she was sitting. She wipes her eyes then leaves the pew and stands there staring at him. She wonders how long he’s been stood there listening to her talking to her dead friend. He takes a step towards her and holds out a bag. She looks down at it and realises that it is Whitney’s tote bag. She looks up at Vincent frowning.).

Kaia: For me?

(He nods and she slowly takes the bag. She looks inside and sees her walkman and the CD’s from the RV. There is also some clothes, they’re Whitney’s.).

Kaia: My music.

(She puts the bag over her shoulder.).

Kaia: Thank you.

(She thinks for a moment then wraps her arms around him. He stands there stiff as a board then he steps backwards. She frowns.).

Kaia: You don’t like hugs?

(He stares at her frowning.).

Kaia: Well...I’m gonna go and lie down. I feel quite tired. Maybe I’ll listen to some music.

(She smiles then leaves the church heading back up to the house.).

 (Kaia is lying in bed with her headphones in. It’s late evening and she’s gazing out of the window at the night sky watching the stars twinkling. She doesn’t hear Bo stomping into the room but she is made aware of his presence when he grabs her roughly and hauls her up before smacking her across the face. She lets out a cry as the walkman falls to the floor with a clatter and the CD flies out.).

Bo: The hell is this? Huh?

Kaia: What’s what?

Bo: This! I told you no music!

Kaia: What?

Bo: No music. That’s what I said. You disobedient little bitch!

Kaia: I don’t understand.

Bo: Really? I say no music and you sneak up to the old mill to get it anyway!

Kaia: What? I didn’t go up there. I went to the church that’s it. Vincent gave me Whitney’s bag with my music and some clothes.

Bo: He did what?

Kaia: He gave me this stuff. I just thought you’d told him to give it to me.

Bo: The fuck...

(Bo turns and stomps out of the room. Kaia gets up and follows him to Vincent’s bedroom. He kicks open the door and marches over to Vincent who gets up from his desk.).

Bo: The fuck you giving her shit for?

(Vincent just stands there.).

Bo: Huh? You dumb fuck! I didn’t say she could have anything! The fuck’s wrong with you?

(Bo smacks Vincent over the head and Vincent steps backwards.).

Kaia: Leave him alone.

Bo: Awww. What you two friends now?

Kaia: Just leave it. Why do you have to get so mad all the time? It’s just a walkman.

(Bo glares at Vincent.).

Bo: No more giving her gifts alright? She’s just a whore, she’ll be like the others soon.

(Kaia shudders.).

Bo: I don’t know what’s up with you lately. You trying to lose your virginity or something?

(Bo chuckles and turns for the door. Kaia steps back but Bo grabs her by the hair. She lets out a sob then remembers Whitney’s voice in her head. Fight. She brings her knee up into Bo’s groin. He lets out a grunt of pain and doubles over slightly. He punches her sending her sprawling backwards onto the landing. She pulls herself to her feet as Bo grabs her again. She reaches up and scratches his face making him yell.).

Bo: You little bitch!

(He knees her in the stomach making her double over gasping. He drags her down the hall and into his bedroom. Vincent hears the door slam shut then Kaia screaming. Vincent closes his bedroom door and sits back down at his desk.).

 (Kaia is in the bathroom looking in the mirror. Her body is a road map of bruises and she has a black eye. It’s slightly swollen too. She lets out a sob then leaves the bathroom wrapping her dressing gown around herself again. She is just about to go back into Bo’s room when she hears whining coming from down the hall. She walks to Vincent’s bedroom and hears scratching on the door. She opens the door and Vincent’s dog walks out. She turns and follows the dog down the stairs. It sits by the back door and she sighs.).

Kaia: You want to go out huh?

(She opens the door and the dog bounds outside. She follows it and stands there watching as it walks around sniffing the ground. Once the dog has done its business it trots back inside and she follows it closing the door behind her. She follows it back upstairs and into Vincent’s room. The dog lies down on the floor and she kneels down to stroke it. She suddenly hears a creak and looks up to see that Vincent has gotten out of bed. He hasn’t got his mask on and he is glaring at her. She smiles at him.).

Kaia: The dog needed to pee so I let him out. He was scratching at your door.

(She stands up and stares at him. He is wearing a pair of black jogging bottoms, his torso bare.).

Kaia: Well I should probably get back to bed. Don’t want another beating. Night Vincent.

(She turns and leaves the room closing the door behind her. She goes back to Bo’s bedroom and gets back into bed next to him. He fidgets and lets out a grunt but remains asleep. She curls up with her back to him and closes her eyes.).

 (Kaia is in the kitchen making coffee. It’s just gone midday and Bo has been absent from the house for the last three days. She wonders where he’s gone not that she’s complaining. It means she gets a reprieve however brief it may be. Lester is out again as always and she has no idea where Vincent is. His workshop perhaps. She thinks he actually sleeps down there sometimes. As she sits down with her coffee she wonders if her plan is working at all. She remembers Vincent putting his hands on Bo’s chest as if to try and stop him from beating her when she lost the baby. He drew her and painted her and he bought her the walkman and her CD’s along with more clothes. Perhaps she’s succeeding more than she thinks. She wonders what to do next, she has to be careful. A plan suddenly forms in her mind, she doesn’t like it and she isn’t sure if it will work but she has to try. Fight. Hm. Fat lot of good fighting did for her last time. Still she has to do something. She’s starting to think that she is going to die here, she’s even been having nightmares about it. With Lester and Bo out it seems this is the perfect time to try out her new idea. She just needs to find Vincent. She decides to drink her coffee and enjoy the rare moment of peace and quiet. Another idea suddenly occurs to her. She could run now. With Bo and Lester gone that only leaves Vincent and he’s probably in his workshop and wouldn’t even know she was gone. But then Bo or Lester might not be too far away, they might see her leave. Maybe they have set this up to see if she tries to run, she wouldn’t put it past them. She sighs debating on whether she should just get up and leave when she hears footsteps. Vincent appears in the doorway. There goes the idea of running. She smiles at him.).

Kaia: Coffee?

(He walks over to the kettle and makes himself a coffee before leaving the room and going upstairs. She finishes her coffee and goes upstairs. She walks into his room. He is sat at his desk leafing through sheets of paper. She sits down in the armchair in the corner. He has taken off his mask which has melted slightly again. He glances at her and she smiles.).

Kaia: Looks like it’s just me and you again.

(He looks back down at his desk and picks up a pencil.).

Kaia: You been working on another sculpture?

(She moves the armchair closer to the desk and he turns and looks at her frowning.).

Kaia: You know...I was wondering if you could draw something for me.

(He continues to stare at her.).

Kaia: Could you draw Whitney? Bo won’t let me have any of my photos and it would be nice to have a picture of her. She was a very good friend. She always knew what to say and she was smart and funny. I think you would have liked her if you’d gotten to know her. She saw the good in everyone. You don’t have to I just...

(She shrugs and looks down. She hears the rustle of paper and the scratch of a pencil. She looks up to see Vincent hunched over the paper drawing. His mouth is open slightly and his tongue suddenly pokes out a bit. She finds herself giggling. He turns and looks at her.).

Kaia: You look so cute when your concentrating.

(His expression doesn’t change. She decides if she’s going to do this she might as well go all the way with it.).

Kaia: You know...I had a dream about you last night.

(He’s turned his attention back to his drawing.).

Kaia: I’ve been thinking about you ever since that day I saw you getting out of the shower.

(His hand stills the pencil hovering over the page.).

Kaia: Um...In the dream last night...I was touching you. Your hair, your chest...I’ve found myself wondering lately what it would feel like to touch you. What your hair would feel like...Your skin...What you would feel like. You were touching me too. I know it’s kinda wrong...I sleep next to your brother but...I don’t want to be there. I don’t want to lay next to him. He’s mean and...He treats me like shit. He forces himself on me I don’t want it. It’s not like I’m in a relationship with him. It’s not wrong is it? Tell me it’s not wrong.

(He turns his head slowly and stares at her. She thinks he kinda looks suspicious. His eye is narrowed and his head is slightly tilted to one side. He might appear at times like he’s an idiot and perhaps a bit simple but he obviously isn’t. Perhaps he is suspicious of her intentions here. She decides to just go for it and see what happens. She leans forward and goes to kiss him. Her lips barely touch his when he jumps out of his chair and steps backwards. Now he is glaring at her. He looks frightening.).

Kaia: I...I’m sorry. I just thought...

(She gets up. He tilts his head to one side again.).

Kaia: You drew a picture of me and did a painting. You made me look beautiful. You gave me my music and some clothes. You’ve always been nice to me. You fixed me up after I lost the baby and I tried to kill myself. You took care of me. Your always watching me and Bo whenever we...I just thought maybe...You fancied me.

(She looks down.).

Kaia: Course you don’t. Sorry. Stupid.

(She feigns embarrassment.).

Kaia: I’ll just um...Go.

(She leaves the room hurriedly. She walks down the hall to Bo’s room and goes inside closing the door behind her. She sighs as she sinks to the floor. So much for that plan.).

#House of Wax #My Writing #Writing #Fanfic #Fanfiction #OC #original characters #Kaia #Whitney #Bo Sinclair #Vincent Sinclair #Lester Sinclair #Ambrose #Part Twenty

[awheckery]

HAVIN A WEIRD ONE, Y’ALL

cut for discussion of chronic illness treatment and weird medication effects; as has been previously established, my body is a horror show, but this is odd even for me

two months ago I crawled into the office to see my wonderful new rheumatologist because I was having An Bad Time, and it turned out I’m one of the unfortunate folks for whom Plaquenil is not a feasible treatment option - it was doing an all right job of mostly keeping my immune system in check buuuuuuuut it was tearing up my insides so much it was tanking my quality of life

(I was also coming off a brutal six weeks of asthma flareup chased by maybe-covid chased by respiratory infection. this year has been non-optimal for me, healthwise)

at that time, my doc sent me home with a steroid prescription I’ve been taking since then, and three weeks ago we added an immunosuppressant named leflunomide to the cocktail

things have been Okay? I’m making it to work more often than not, and I’ve had the energy and gumption to throw myself into a crafty project for the first time in a good long while

and then last week I noticed something was wrong with my feet.

namely, that they had fucking shrunk.

that. is not a usual turn of events.

steroids like prednisone are known to cause fluid retention and swelling, so if anything one would expect one’s feet to puff up, but suddenly I was pulling the buckles on my shoes a full centimeter and a half tighter to keep them secure on my feet, and they just fit differently, the edge of the toe box started hitting a different part of my foot, I am thirty-six years old this is not normal

never let it be said I was not methodical in double-checking that I wasn’t just losing my fucking mind again. I collect Hot Chocolate Design shoes, which are remarkable in the consistency of their sizing, and I double-checked the fit in all nineteen pairs I own, just to be sure I hadn’t somehow stretched out a few from wearing socks and/or insoles, but it was pretty damn clear that somehow, I had lost half a shoe size in a v. v. short amount of time

theory: I am on steroids and a serious immunosuppressant, maybe they’ve taken down some long-standing inflammation I wasn’t aware of?

counterpoint: I have worn the same shoe size for well over a decade, and it has stayed the same through multiple major weight and activity changes

counter counterpoint: yeah but my feet have hurt that whole time like?

counter counter counterpoint: yeah true but I was working retail that whole time and that is really hard on the body

counter counter counter counterpoint: I am not a doctor, there may be some concerning reason why my feet have suddenly gotten smaller, I should consult a medical professional just in case this continues and I suddenly can’t wear my nineteen pairs of fantastic statement shoes

.

so I emailed my rheumatologist.

in the interim, I tried google, and even with all my fantastical powers I wasn’t able to summon a halfway satisfactory answer, unless I somehow have a spontaneous mutation for something like extremely atypical extremely late-onset Charcot-Marie-Tooth, which is just. no. I am already a weird outlier with two seronegative autoimmune diseases and a mess of hereditary neuroses, I am experiencing something strange here but not statistically impossible.

my rheumatologist got back to me this afternoon, and I apparently continue to be the rarest, most beautiful unicorn ever, because despite his decades of medical practice and research in four different countries he has never seen nor heard of a patient’s feet suddenly shrinking. that said, his best guess is my best guess, he can’t think of any other possible explanation besides better living through massive immunosuppression, but he would like me to inform him immediately if anything else remotely odd crops up.

love that weird outlier life.

#sufferpunk life #chronic illness #sjogren's syndrome #in the style of john mayer: #my body is a horror show #medical cw #stella is an outlier adn should not be counted #I don't know how to tag this to stay clear of weird fetishists but uh #podiatry issues #maybe?

[deliriumsdelight7]

What do you like most about writing fanfiction?

Fixing what the original writers broke.

That sounds terribly arrogant, but I stand by it.

My ships are few and far between, and every one of them features characters that I feel got utterly shafted by their writers. Not only do they have tragic backstories, but they tend to be mistreated over the course of their arcs. I’ve only written fic for two fandoms (not including crossovers), so I’ll stick with those two.

With Rumbelle, yes, the characters eventually got their happily ever after - mostly offscreen, and only after they’d been put through the physical and emotional wringer. Both Belle and Rumpelstiltskin were forced to make the same mistakes, over and over again, because the writers didn’t know what to do with their romance. Rumpelstiltskin would backslide to evil because the narrative needed him to, and Belle would refuse to see WHY evil called out to him so much. He’d lie, she’d find out, they��d butt heads, and she’d abandon her husband with abandonment issues. He refused to change, she refused to accept him as he was. Irresistible force, immovable object. Rinse and repeat. It also didn’t help that Belle didn’t really get to stand on her own two feet; she was basically there to be Rumpel’s unyielding moral compass - a role that SHOULD have gone to his son, had they not killed him off. Writing fic for them, I like to fix all of that. Rumpelstiltskin still does bad things. Rather than condemning him for it, Belle uses her energy to redirect his darkness toward good. She accepts who he is - you know, like the entire premise of her original fairy tale - and does what she can to make it work. I also like giving her her own character arc that isn’t wrapped around her love interest. Maybe she’s trying to save her people. Maybe she’s out for revenge. Either way, she’s her own person. The original narrative was so wrapped up in the black and white nature of their relationship that it never allowed them to meet in the middle to form a softer shade of gray.

For Eddie and Chrissy, it’s about wasted potential, and unresolved arcs. Chrissy never got to escape her mother’s abuse or gain a sense of agency. She died the same way she lived: hurting, frightened and alone. And Eddie died feeling like a failure and a coward. He never got to clear his name, never got to confront the people who hated him and called for his death. His death accomplished nothing, and people still went on hating him. These were two people who put themselves in the public eye - climbing on tables and topping cheer pyramids, wearing a mask they presented to the world - and yet their true selves went entirely unseen, until, just for a few minutes, they saw each other. For them, there’s no greater cure than getting them both out of the small town that’s killing them. For both of them to feel valued, and loved, and like they’re enough, just the way they are.

That was a bit of a ramble, and I’m not sure I’m making my point. But when I see a character who got utterly fucked by canon - who hides a lifetime of pain behind a glittery facade - I need to rip that mask off their face, force them to take a long look at their own pain, and overcome it. And then give them the happy ending they’ve earned.

#tmi tuesday #ask answered

[carcasstohounds]

hhhhh i got a side stitch from standing up for too long. my shoulders hurt. my feet are on fire. this sucks. but also i’m having a great time and learning so much so idrc too much <3

#louise.txt #i found a muse today! it’s just corn. a lot of corn. especially pretty jeweled corn. #yeah idk i’m having a great time. got good critiques. makin friends. went to walmart and got snacks. had good conversations. #met a bunch of cool native people. talked to them. got some new role models. #but also my feet hurt so fucking bad. i’ve been standing for so long.

[luminnara]

Breeding | alpha!bakugou x omega!reader 18+ ONLY

Summary: deep down, all katsuki wants is to be a father. He’ll never admit it, though.

Just a short lil somethin somethin I wanted to get out of my system!

18+ ONLY AND I MEAN IT

Warnings: smut, pregnancy, knotting, a/b/o, heat/rut

Your heats were always strong enough to kick Katsuki into a rut the second he smelled the change in your pheromones.

You had stopped taking any kind of heat suppressants when you met him, partially because you hated that they tended to make you nauseous and partially because he got grumpy whenever you brought them up. It hurt his ego a little, you figured; after all, Katsuki was about as alpha as they came, with ruts that were so wild and explosive they were practically legendary. He was a big, tough, desirable alpha, the number two pro hero, and despite what seemed like an entire fan base of omegas throwing themselves at his feet, he had chosen you.

You weren’t a hero, or even a sidekick. Your quirk didn’t really lend itself to big, valiant acts of heroism, so you had just foregone that route and chosen a much different career for yourself instead:

Fashion.

That’s actually how you had met Katsuki. You worked for his mother as an assistant, listening to her go on and on about her pro-hero son every day. At first, you just nodded and smiled, going along with whatever your boss said, but as time passed, you started to get...almost invested. You looked forward to listening to her gush about him, and whenever she managed to convince him (against his will, apparently) to grab lunch with her, she would come back carrying faint, lingering scents of campfire and marshmallows, and as time passed, she began to notice the way you tried to drink it in. 

Then, one thing led to another, and Mitsuki was introducing the two of you. The rest was history. 

Now, you had been a mated pair for quite some time, living together in a nice penthouse thanks to Katsuki’s hefty checks from his hero work. You spent most of your free time together, frequently hosting friends and enjoying their company. You had grown used to the boisterous pros your alpha hung out with, and you enjoyed having the likes of Kirishima and Kaminari around. 

Except when you were in heat, of course, and Katsuki made sure that you were completely hidden from the world, that you were his and his alone. He was possessive under normal circumstances, but with a mating cycle involved? Oh, he was incessant. 

“Who d’you belong to, baby?” he cooed in your ear as he rubbed himself against your slick entrance. 

“Y-you, alpha,” you breathed out, voice hitching. Sweat was plastering your hair to your face, your skin feverish as you whined and begged for him. 

You’d been like that all day. You had known your heat was coming up, of course, but not just because of the usual symptoms like nesting and cramps; no, you always knew exactly when you were due to begin thanks to Katsuki. He was better at keeping track than you were, going so far as to mark it on the calendar so he’d know when to take time off from hero work. 

At first, you’d told him it was fine. He didn’t need to stay so on top of things, and he definitely didn’t need to push his work aside for you. But Katsuki wouldn’t even entertain the thought of leaving you home alone to deal with your heats, and ever since you had first gotten together, he spent every single one taking care of you. He’d fuck you senseless, of course, but he also loved bringing you food and water, determined to keep you from accidentally starving yourself, and he always helped you bathe when you eventually got tired enough to take a break from his dick. 

It was incredibly domestic of him, and you were grateful to have such an attentive alpha around...because, after all, when you were in heat, there was really only one thing you could think about. 

“Alpha,” you whined, gripping the sheets. “P-please, alpha, please...”

“Want my cock?” he teased, nudging the head inside. You were dripping wet, slick running down your thighs, and as he felt how hot your pussy was, he let out a low groan. “Fuck, kitten, not gonna last long in you...”

“D-Don’t care,” you moaned, desperate to feel him stretching you. “J-Just want your cock, alpha, please...”

Well, who was he to deny you, especially when you asked so sweetly?

He rolled his hips forward, pushing into your hot core and immediately moaning. “Fuck...”

You took him so well. You always did. It was like you were made for him. 

As he thrusted in and out of you, Katsuki lowered his head, sinking his teeth into your shoulder. Taking you from behind was his favorite way to fuck, but if he kept looking at the way your ass bounced when he pounded into you, he knew he would lose it. He wanted to make you cum at least a couple times before he filled you up, but at the rate things were going, that wasn’t going to take very long. 

Whenever you were in heat, orgasms seemed to wash over you whenever your alpha was fucking you. Just the feeling of his cock ramming into you was enough to have you crying his name, more slick gushing down your thighs. There was nothing you loved more than the feeling of your alpha, and Katsuki was a very, very good alpha. 

“That’s it,” he said, breath hot against your skin. “Gimme another, baby, cum on this cock...”

He reached down, his calloused fingers finding your clit. The moment he touched it, you let out a loud whine, your pussy squeezing around him desperately. 

It was going to drive him mad. 

“T-Tell Alpha what you want,” he managed to choke out, trying to focus. 

“Fill me up,” you moaned, clawing at the sheets. “Breed me, please...want your pups...”

The thought was just too much. Katsuki lost himself, grabbing your hips roughly as his knot began to swell. Picturing you growing round with his pups, your tits heavy with milk...fuck, he just wanted to fill you up over and over again and never let you go.

So that’s what he did. 

A few weeks later, you were pacing around the apartment, nervous as all hell as you chewed your nails. It was a bad habit you had been trying to kick, but right now, you didn’t care; Katsuki would be getting home any minute, and you weren’t sure if you were petrified or ecstatic to tell him the news. 

When you heard the door open and his scent came wafting in, you nearly jumped out of your skin. 

“Hey, babe,” your mate called lazily, kicking the door shut like always before shucking his boots off. 

“H-Hey,” you squeaked, standing in the kitchen doorway. 

At the sound of your tiny voice, he froze, nostrils flaring as he took in your anxious scent. “What’s wrong?”

“I...uh....” you gulped, looking at the floor. You were too scared to make eye contact, even with the man you loved so much. 

“Babe?” he asked, approaching you. His normally rough voice was softer now, red eyes full of concern. 

“Remember my last heat?” you asked, daring to glance up at him. Fuck, he was so big...you were starting to understand why other alphas were so scared of him. 

“Course.” he chuckled. “How could I forget? You were so fuckin’ wet, baby...”

“Y-yeah, well...um...” you turned, heading for the kitchen counter. You didn’t know how to use your words anymore. Maybe showing him would be easier. 

Katsuki followed at your heels, reaching for your wrist. He managed to catch you, but not before you grabbed something and spun back around to face him, the item hidden behind your back. 

“You have to promise not to be mad.” you said, voice wavering slightly. 

“I’m never mad at you, babe.” he growled. “But you’d better fuckin’ show me what you’re hiding.”

Nodding quickly, you squeezed your eyes shut and held your hand out towards him. 

When you didn’t hear anything, you peeked up at him. 

He was staring, his eyes wide. His gaze was focused on the pregnancy test in your hand, chest rising and falling with every breath. 

You immediately panicked. 

“I-I’m sorry!” you blurted, backing up until you hit the counter. “I-I didn’t expect this to happen, it never has before, I don’t know what--”

“Omega.” he interrupted, chest vibrating with a loud purr. “Is that test positive?”

You nodded, tears springing to your eyes. 

Then, the widest smile you’d ever seen lit up his face, and he was sweeping you off your feet. 

“You’re pregnant?” he asked, spinning you around. 

“Y-yes,” you answered, chest still tight with anxiety. 

“Finally.” he set you back down on your feet, his arms still tight around you. “Been waitin’ so long...”

“Wh-what?” you asked, wiping at your tears. “You’re not mad?”

“Mad?” he scoffed. “Why the fuck would I be mad? I’ve always wanted pups with you. Just didn’t know if you were ready or not.”

“Oh.” you let out a laugh as your chest finally loosened up a bit. “I guess I am...”

“Hey.” he leaned his forehead against yours, that purr still rumbling in his chest. “I’m gonna take care of you. You’re mine forever, ‘n don’t you fuckin’ forget that.”

#abo #alpha!bakugou #alpha bakugou #bakugou x reader #bakugou imagines #alpha!bakugou x omega!reader

[frogtanii]

iwaizumi was... overwhelmed, to say the least.

the past few days had been such a whirlwind of change that hajime could barely properly process, much less appropriately react to it all, so he behaved much like a zombie, saying yes when prompted, signing papers when told, and packing up what was his entire life for the past 11 months.

wow. iwaizumi collapsed on his bed as he scanned his now barren bedroom. he’d been here for almost a year and yet, all his belongings were in boxes within a couple of days.

hajime couldn’t keep the disbelieving chuckle from escaping his chest as he leaned back on his bed, dark brown eyes trained on the ceiling.

it felt like he’d spent such a large chunk of his life trapped in this house, under the foot of the woman who he thought he’d marry but in reality, he’d been in little leagues longer than he’d been in love.

iwaizumi scoffed and rolled his eyes. yeah, “in love”. it’d been about a week since his whole life started to unravel and he had hardly seen, let alone spoken to meiko throughout that entire time.

over text, she’d sworn up and down that she loved and cared about him but as she passed by him packing his things a few days ago, she’d barely spared him a second glance.

hajime wasn’t going to lie. it hurt. he’d opened his heart up to her, something he didn’t do easily, and she’d taken his trust and used it to twist him into her weapon.

he always believed he was stronger than this — he’d never forget his mother telling him so when he was younger. he had fallen and scraped his knee yet he refused to cry to keep from upsetting his mom. iwaizumi existed to live up to what his mother thought of him but here he was, completely enveloped in meiko’s shit, doing her dirty work and following her bidding like some mutt.

god, toorū was right. he really was her bitch.

“i could hear you thinking from down the hall, iwa-chan.” speak of the devil...

oikawa stood at his doorway, leaning against the frame with a posture that seemed relaxed at first glance but if you looked a little closer, you’d notice the tenseness in his shoulders and the tightness of his smile.

hajime quickly sat up on his bed before motioning for his old friend to enter. “uh, yeah,” he began, his voice cracking a little from disuse, “i have a lot to think about.”

the light haired brunette let out an understanding hum before wandering into the room, sharp observant eyes darting to look at all the empty walls. “looks like you’re all packed.”

“pretty much,” iwaizumi nodded before the room fell into an awkward silence, the two childhood friends completely avoiding one another’s eyes.

“look, i-“

“iwa-chan, i’m-“

they both paused for a moment before bursting into laughter, the sound carrying into the hall and throughout the house.

hajime wiped a few stray tears from his eyes, shaking his head at their awkwardness. “you first, shittykawa.”

toorū gasped in halfhearted mock offense before quickly sobering up, training iwaizumi with a completely serious look. “i’m sorry and before you go on some bullshit, self sacrificing rant, you’re not the only one to blame for what happened to our friendship.”

he sighed while making his way to iwaizumi’s bed, sitting down gently beside him. “i should’ve known better, okay? i shouldn’t have let my jealousy and insecurities get in between us but i guess i got swept up in the attention, yknow? meiko is actually charming when she wants to be.”

iwaizumi nodded in agreement, knowing all too well how compelling meiko could be. the room fell into a more comfortable silence as both boys escaped into their thoughts, questions about the future of their friendship flitting throughout their minds.

“oh!” oikawa was pulled out of his own head at hajime’s exclamation, his eyes moving to observe his friend dig through his pockets to procure a thick white envelope. “here. i’d like you to give this yn.”

all toorū could do was nod, his brain short circuiting at the sight of iwaizumi’s apparent kindness to the woman he tormented for so long. “uh, what’s in it?” he ventured to ask, his soft hands toying with the sealed envelope flap.

a soft chuckle came from across the bed. “don’t be so nosy toorū, just give it to her, yeah?” oikawa rolled his eyes but obliged, the bed creaking as he stood to his feet.

“so... this is it, huh?” it was like the reality of the situation was just now sinking in — they hadn’t been close in a while but iwaizumi was still his best friend and he wasn’t quite ready to let him go.

they’d been through so much together, practically growing up together and now, they’d only see each other on holidays, if even then, and then he’d never be invited to hajime’s wedding as his best man as they’d planned and he also wouldn’t be the coolest uncle/godfather of iwa’s children and—

“fuck no,” hajime scoffed with a bright grin on his face. “thought you were gonna annoy me til the end of time shittykawa. don’t tell me you’re quitting your job now.”

the hidden meaning behind iwaizumi’s words brought tears to oikawa’s eyes and before he could stop himself, he launched his body into iwa’s arms. hajime hesitated, his hands stuttering at toorū’s sides as though he’d forgotten how to hug but the feeling passed, his arms winding around his friend’s lithe waist.

“‘m gonna miss you hajime,” oikawa’s voice came out as a broken whimper, his arms tightening around his shoulders.

iwaizumi hummed instead of responding, too afraid of his voice cracking under the weight of his emotions. they stood there for a moment but the honk of the moving truck outside signaled the both of them of their limited time.

hurriedly, oikawa wiped the tears off his cheeks before waving awkwardly at iwaizumi as he left the room with a friendly, “don’t be a stranger.”

and then he was gone.

toorū finally allowed himself to collapse into sobs on his best friends empty bed, his palms pressing into his eyes as he sat there and just let himself feel.

apparently, he wasn’t crying very quietly because it took only a few moments for you to find him, your soft footsteps alerting him to your presence. oikawa scrambled to wipe away what he knew was an unattractive mixture of tears and snot as you got closer.

you were one of the last people he wanted to see him like this.

“hey,” you whispered, standing a few feet away from him. “um, i know this is probably a bad time but i just wanted to thank you for apologizing? back at the awards show?”

toorū sniffed as he looked up at you with confusion written on his face. “what? you shouldn’t thank me for apologizing. ‘s common courtesy.”

you laughed softly, nodding in agreement. “well, not always. so, thank you.” finished with your piece and not too keen on lingering where you weren’t wanted, you moved towards the door but were swiftly stopped before you got there.

“um, here. it’s from iwa-chan.” you gaped at the thick envelope oikawa was handing you before taking it and opening it, a low curse falling from your lips.

inside the package was a dense wad of cash, more money than you’d seen in months. accompanied with it was a letter, written in beautifully loopy handwriting.

you shut it quickly before oikawa could see, stuffing the envelope deep within your pocket where you could access it alone in the depths of your room.

“do you wanna come eat? last i heard, bokuto and tsumu were doing a cooking competition and i’m sure it’ll be fun to watch.” you were severely thrown off by the money and letter but you were determined to show toorū that you’d accepted his apology and were on your way to making amends.

he gave you a shy nod and trailed behind you to the kitchen, the loud sounds of fire and screaming coming from down the hall. you wanted to focus on the fun and merriment but the envelope was practically burning a hole in your pocket.

later that night, you finally got the chance to open the letter and read it, your former manager’s words bringing tears to your eyes.

dear yn,

i’m probably the last person you expected to hear from. you probably didn’t want to hear from me at all if i’m being honest and i don’t blame you. i know there is nothing i can say that could make up for what i’ve done to you but i’d like to try.

i’m sorry. those words don’t nearly express in and of themselves how truly remorseful i am but they needed to be said. there’s no excuse for how i treated you — not meiko, not my stress, absolutely nothing.

you deserved my common decency and respect and i didn’t give that to you. instead, i abused my position and made your life hell. i’ll never forgive myself for that.

uh, i bet you’re wondering what the money is? i promise i’m not trying to pay you off, it’s just all the money i’ve denied you since you moved here. i have a lot of wrongs to right and this is one of them.

sorry, i’m not very good with words but i just wanted you to know that i’m very sorry for everything that i’ve done. and i’m in no place to make demands or anything but i just wanted to ask if you’d keep an eye on oikawa for me.

he’s strong but he’s also vulnerable. he might be a pain in my ass but he’s my best friend and since i can’t keep him from drowning, i was wondering if you’d do that - not for me but for him.

anyways, this letter is shit but i suppose you get the gist. use the money for whatever you want and if you’re as unselfish as i’ve heard, you don’t owe me anything. you don’t owe me money, kindness, or forgiveness.

take care of yourself,

iwaizumi hajime

℗ poker face

so... this is it

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