#had a cool head and he still decided to do some stupid shit. too bad i badly want men who make bad decisions and want to fuck kiryu so much

[dirt-str1der]

What ive learned about the yakuza community is that you guys are way too hung up over that scene in y4 where he pinned haruka to the ground then started panting really heavily , that didnt happen for me , that scene wasnt real to me i forgot about it.

#Yakuza loveblog #it literally didnt happen for me like the game could have been perfect without it so i took it out #like how could you not like saejima he... he would be the perfect man if not for that scene #but it WOULD be funny to make haruka have beef with both majima (kidnapped her) and saejima (lowkey assaulted her) #saejima wouldnt do that .. he loves kids ... #i adore saejima i think hes super cool and extremely hardcore. more hardcore than kiryu even and kiryu is extremely hardcore #saejima was the first to almost die in the snow but unlike kiryu he didnt even get frostbite #well he did a bit but it wasnt that bad ... kiryus fingers were one hard press from having the flesh slough right off #anyway HOW CAN ANYONE NOT LIKE SAEJIMA HES SO COOOOOOL #Hes so charismatic and you can tell the depths of his empathy are unfathomable ... he looks at someone with sorrow and you know his heart #is breaking. he always gets so serious and sombre when hes trying to convince someone not to go down a dark path #my stomach HURTS. see saejima could have given me medicine because he is so kind #you have got to forgive him for pinning haruka to the ground with his knee between her legs like you need to forgive him #that was a slipup he was never planning on doing anything and he was very sorry for it ... i swear to you he just froze up he wasnt planning #on touching her or anything ... you know whos truly to blame ? kiryu. for standing there once again like a stone starue and letting it happe #hey ‘suzuki’ (lol thats a good one i might steal it later) i know youre an escaped convict because of the animalistic look in yout eye when #you pinned my twelve year old daughter to the ground and slobbered on her. and not the other telltale signs like you wearing a prisoners #outfit when you washed up on shore (lol) no there were no other clues. that was what tipped me off #hated kiryu in y4 he is useless. i will never forgive him. see saejima was panicking because haruka was going to call an ambulance. kiryu #had a cool head and he still decided to do some stupid shit. too bad i badly want men who make bad decisions and want to fuck kiryu so much

[multifandomslxt]

Quiet Rage

MDNI

MINORS GO AWAY

Pairing: bsf!Johnny x reader

Synopsis: You wanted to test a theory and ended up making Johnny "Quiet Rage" Suh pissed all the way off. Surely he wouldn't take it out on you though right? after all, you were his best friend.

WARNING: THIS IS SMUT...arguably one of my dirtiest yet. reader is a little shit and Johnny is the quiet guy in the friend group. Johnny in glasses. Dirty and I mean DIRTY talk. spit, sweat, mentions of bruising skin, drooling, overstimulation, exhibitionism via video call, just dirty stuff alright

A/N: This took forever to get out and I apologize for that. it's exam season and I really wanted this out so I pulled some all-nighters. so I apologize for the grammatical errors and so on. I'm very very nervous about this because I did not expect the teaser to get that much attention. but anyway, enjoyyy. @neoculturecollectives @calibabii21

"I swear, Johnny's into you," your girlfriend claims, and you almost spit out your latte. You shoot her a look, throat burning, and coffee dribbling down your chin. "What the hell makes you say that?"

She rolls her eyes, handing you a napkin. "Come on, babe. The guy gives you that intense stare all the time."

You stare at her in disbelief. "He gives everyone that stare. It's just Johnny."

She grunts in frustration. "Y/n, he calls you 'baby' for crying out loud."

You shrug, trying to play it cool. "So? It's not like it's some romantic declaration."

This scenario is all too familiar, and it annoys you. People always misread Johnny and you, trying to turn your perfectly platonic relationship into something more.

"Alright, if you're so confident, come with me to Jay's party tonight," she challenges.

Your heart sinks.

Jay, aka Jaehyun, is her boyfriend, and you've crossed paths quite a bit. But you already know you can't go.

"He doesn't like you like that, right? So let's settle it, Y/n. Let's end the speculation."

"That's dumb. I don't need to prove anything," you argue. But truth be told, your heart is still doing somersaults. You both know why you won't go, or rather, can't.

Johnny has this strict no-party rule for you. Sounds stupid, but it's his way of keeping you safe. One bad experience with some idiot led to this.

"Come on, just this once, and I'll drop it, promise," she pleads.

"Fine" you reply, already feeling your energy drain.

~

You find yourselves in what's supposed to be Jay's living room turned dance floor.

"Where's that man?" your friend complains beside you.

You hadn't been paying much attention to her anyway. Tonight, you're on a mission to prove a point. Yep, you're scanning for Johnny.

"Yo, ladies!" A familiar voice greets you from behind.

It's Mark. Awkward, cute, and definitely on some kind of high.

weed probably

"Markieee." you smiled and hugged him.

"Have you seen Jay?" your friend asks, not even bothering to greet Mark.

"In the upstairs bathroom," Mark replies, the thumping bass of the music echoing through the house.

"Thanks, y/n, call me if you need me," she says, her voice almost drowned out by the distant laughter and chatter.

"Okay," you agree, even though you know she's most likely going to be too busy to pick up. With that, she confidently stalks off into the lively chaos to find her man.

You're still hugging Mark throughout that, the music's pulsating rhythm vibrating through your bodies, and neither of you makes a move to release the other.

"Markie, how high are you right now?" you ask, half amused and half concerned, the scent of various substances hanging in the air.

"I'm not high," he insists, his words slightly slurred.

Yep, he's as high as a damn kite. "Alright, let's get you seated," you decide, guiding him through the animated crowd.

You hug him a little tighter to your side as you maneuver through the sea of people, completely unaware that the man you had been scanning for was silently observing you from across the dimly lit room.

Johnny tilts his head ever so slightly, the ambient lights flickering, casting enigmatic shadows on his intense expression as he observes you cradling the nearly unconscious Mark in your arms.

"Yo, Johnny! Where you goin'?" Heachan's voice echoes from the kitchen, where the clinking of glasses and laughter weave through the air.

"You can't bail on me now, man. You promised to try this strain with me," Hexhan pleads, his tone a mix of whining and cajoling.

"Another time," Johnny responds tersely, striding away without a backward glance.

Johnny can't fathom any sober reason for Mark to be draped over you like that.

"And you shouldn't even be here," Johnny muses to himself.

"Y/n," his gruff voice calls out, a single word that carries volumes.

You pivot, finding yourself face to face with your long-time best friend, a man whose relationship with you blurs between suspected boyfriend, occasional fling, or perhaps something more permanent.

His towering figure looms over you like an impending storm, his mouth contorted in a sneer, eyebrows knitted in displeasure. A quick appraisal reveals he's opted for a relaxed ensemble tonight—black hoodie and grey joggers, his signature black rimmed glasses resting on his nose.

"Johnny, I've been looking for you. Where the hell were y--"

"Y/n, have I ever told you that your tits make the best pillows ever? Oh my god," Mark interjects, completely oblivious to Johnny's presence.

In one swift motion, Johnny shoves Mark away, causing him to collide with people behind you.

"Johnny, what the fuck!" you gasp, caught off guard.

"What are you doing here, Y/n? I'm only asking once," Johnny demands, his hand firmly gripping the back of your neck, forcefully pulling you into the shelter of his chest.

"Answer the question."

"I'm here for you," you assert, making no attempt to deceive.

"You could've called me if you missed me so much, baby," he responds, his voice softening, and his eyebrows gradually easing.

"Yeah, I know, but I wanted to have fun too," you argue.

It becomes apparent that you've made the wrong choice as his hand tightens slightly around your neck.

"Have fun at home. No parties. I'm sure I told you that," his voice remains calm, but the increasing pressure on the back of your neck contradicts his demeanor.

"Go home. Now," he states, leaving no room for argument.

For a moment, your body twitches as if to comply, but it seems you're on a defiant streak tonight.

"No. I'll stay and have fun. I've seen you now, so I'll just go look for the others and enjoy myself," you declare.

He stares at you, a blank facial expression revealing nothing.

"Y/n, baby, go home," he says softly.

Successfully prying yourself from his grip, you retort, "No."

You stalk off, leaving him standing in the middle of the living room, hands straight by his sides, and his gaze unwaveringly black yet watchful.

As you navigate through the crowd, encounter familiar faces here and there.

~

You find yourself on your umpteenth shot of tequila when, unexpectedly, you're invited to a game of truth or dare, courtesy of Haechan.

Johnny is nowhere to be found, and the absence begins to stir a sense of worry and nervousness within you.

The game had unfolded over an extended period, leaving your mind increasingly hazy with each passing moment. Holding your liquor was never your forte.

You observed as the bottle spun and twirled before ultimately settling on the guy positioned beside you.

"dare" the guy simply said.

"I dare you to kiss y/n," Haechan's slurred yet mischievous voice announced.

As Haechan proclaimed his dare, Johnny ambled into the room, seemingly oblivious to your presence, it left you feeling bothered and angry.

Fine, you mused, if he's going to act that way.

Perhaps it was the influence of the alcohol coursing through your system or some other inscrutable force, but you found yourself impulsively lunging towards the guy next to you. Teeth clashed in a messy, audacious kiss, and, fueled by the audacity of the dare, you dared to explore further by delving your tongue into his mouth.

A cheer erupted from the onlookers, making your heart swell.

Basking in the attention, you pushed the boundaries, only to be abruptly seized by the neck for the second time that night, this time by none other than Johnny himself.

Without hesitation, he mused, "Go to the car and sit. I'll be there soon."

"But, Joh—"

"Go. To. The. Car, Y/n, and shut your fucking mouth. I said I'll be there soon," he asserted, his words punctuated through gritted teeth.

~

The last ten minutes had passed in utter silence as both of you sat in the car.

When Johnny finally slid into the driver's seat, his gaze never once met yours. Without a word, he started the car and left the party, only sparing you attention when he needed to secure your seatbelt.

The oppressive silence weighed on you.

"That was a fun game, wasn't it?" you ventured, attempting to break the tension.

Silence persisted.

"I bet Haechan has a video of it. Probably gonna send it to the group later," you added, attempting to inject a touch of levity into the atmosphere, though your laughter carried an undercurrent of awkwardness.

"Quit playing with me." He bites back, completely unamused by your attempt at a joke.

Your body stills as you stare wide-eyed at the man beside you. You didn't expect that from him. He wasn't the type to be so aggressive, especially with you.

"I didn't mean for that to happen, John." You said weakly. He had to understand, you were just trying to get his attention.

"But it did y/n and now I'm gonna have to show you what happens when you don't fucking listen" He rages quietly, eyes still on the road ahead.

It was always quiet with him.

little did you know.

To the untrained eye, he seemed cool and collected. But, you could tell he wasn't quite there. Maybe it was the way he squeezed the life out of the steering wheel or how he kept clenching and unclenching his jaw. Or, you know, the massive tent in his pants…

either way, you knew

somehow, you managed to piss off Johnny Suh.

"I suggest you start thinking of a way to apologize because you have no fucking idea what I have planned for you." He momentarily looks at you just long enough for you to see the dangerous glint in his eyes

~

Arriving at Johnny's apartment, you found yourself comfortably settled on his couch while he busied himself in the kitchen, fetching a glass of water for you. Since his remark on the way here, a palpable silence hung in the air.

As he approached you with the glass of water, he broke the silence, "Thought of a way to apologize yet?"

You glanced up at him from your spot on the couch. "I'm sorry. I should've listened to you," you managed to utter, your gaze dropping to the floor, a strange sense of shame washing over you.

He snorted in response, "That's all you came up with, Y/n?"

Meeting his disappointed gaze, you took a deep breath. "I should've known better," you added quietly.

He sighed, handing you the glass of water. "Drink."

Taking the glass from his hands, you started sipping as he watched you in silence. Then, without breaking eye contact, he nonchalantly remarked, "I'm going to fuck some sense into you and then fuck it out of you."

You choked on your water, hastily wiping at your mouth as you stared at him in disbelief.

"Your apology wasn't going to satisfy me anyway. I made up my mind when you said no the first time," he asserted, his tone casual yet loaded with an underlying intensity that left you flustered and strangely intrigued.

"And what if I don't want it." You daringly ask.

you knew you did.

The way he was watching you made that clear as day.

"Then say no." He shrugs

"Now finish the drink and head upstairs when you're done."he adds

and you did exactly that.

~

Johnny was a man. You knew that, he knew that, and the whole world knew that. But sometimes, it felt like you didn't always keep that obvious characteristic at the forefront of your mind, as you should have.

Entering the room, nothing struck you as special. It was the same as always: his bed in the middle of the space, surrounded by walls adorned with retro posters and pictures he had taken over the years with friends, family, and you. Despite the numerous times you had visited his home, particularly his room, it didn't feel as intimate as it did now, and for some reason, that excited you.

As you let your gaze wander, movement from the door pulled you out of your thoughts, and you turned your focus to a strangely quiet Johnny.

You both stood in silence, staring at each other for what felt like long, drawn-out minutes.

"I didn't think I'd have to tell you to strip, y/n," he said seriosusly.

You hiccup, startled. "E-excuse me?"

He stepped closer to you. "Fucking strip."

Your heart hammered in your chest at the complete unfamiliarity of the situation.

"John, you can't be seri—"

His hands fisted in your hair, causing you to tilt your head up, meeting his hard gaze. "Strip. I won't ask again. You're always free to leave, y/n, but you and I both know you don't want to."

~

"move your hand"

you twist and turn writhing your body all over his bed, hand trying to stop his fingers from fucking into you.

"Johnny, please! I said i was sorry " you scream as tears line your eyes

"I said move your fucking hand" he grabs your writs and pins the above your head

his fingers pummeling into you repeatedly. long and thick. you felt like you could feel all the ridges and callouses on them. all the fucking veins. it was torture.

SQUELCH SQUELCH

you try to squeeze your thighs together only for him to pry them back open almost immediately.

it was almost embarrassing just how wet you were really

"God. Fuck you're all over my sheets baby hmm" he moans his eyes never leaving your pussy.

almost.

that did it for you though

"Johnny, Johnny m'cumming"

“not yet baby”

you couldn't hold it

“Y/n, I said not yet” his actions contradicted his words as his fingers curled rubbing against your g spot

your body involuntarily shoots up off the bed as your lower abdomen contracts

"I can't hold it."

You cum with a high-pitched scream. Squirting all over Johnny's hand before lifelessly falling back on the bed.

you’re trying to get your breathing under control when you hear Johnny’s displeased voice

"you don't fucking listen do you"

fingers still in you, he manages to add even more pleasure relentlessly pumping into you

your legs start trembling from the intense pressure building in your abdomen once again.

Your scream is ear piercing as you cum for the fourth time

fifth...

you don't even know.

gosh, He hadn't even fucked you yet

you didn't even realize the drool running down your chin. eyes rolled back and lashes fluttering, your skin gleaming with sweat and thighs trembling. Your chest heaved as you breathed hard still coming down from your high.

In Johnny's eyes, you looked so fucked out and so fucking pretty.

He knew his version of foreplay was intense but he also knew he took it a bit further just for you.

his stubborn girl. He loved it but you needed to be taught a lesson.

with your mouth wide agape, he takes the opportunity of your oblivious state and shoves his middle and index finger down your throat causing you to gag.

"taste yourself...that's right baby suck my fingers clean" He coos as your mouth clings to his fingers.

when satisfied he pulls his away

"knees" is all he says.

you mumble uncoherent words trying to tell him you can't get up but it seems he is already way ahead of you helping you get comfortable in your position on the floor.

He begins to pull his sweatpants down revealing his erection fighting against the fabric of his black underwear. he wastes no time in pulling his cock out and you almost drool.

so harsh but so fucking pretty.

big and veiny with the prettiest pink tip. No wonder the foreplay was so intense. there was no way he was gonna fit without stretching you that much.

You look up at him with hopeful eyes. you wanted him in your mouth so fucking bad your pussy actually ached.

"So cute," he spits in the palm of his hand before bringing it down to stroke his cock.

"open and suck" He states.

Wasting no time your hands replace his and you begin to pump his pretty cock. you lick from the base of his pretty cock to the even prettier pink tip teasing him just a little with small kitten licks

"no teasing" he warns.

But of course, you don't listen continuing to push him over the edge with those kitten licks. even having the audacity to maintain eye contact while doing it.

You see the way his jaw clenches as he loses his patience and grabs the back of your head thrusting and forcing his cock to hit the back of your throat.

Your eyes widen and begin to water as you start to harshly breathe through your nose.

Gagging multiple times as he continues to relentlessly fuck your mouth

"no teasing and you continue to fucking tease huh? who's fucking in charge here y/n? Who's fucking cock's fucking your pretty mouth?"

not being able to speak you hum around his cock watching as his gaze becomes more sadistic by the second.

"Ah fuck, you're gonna make me cum like this baby?" you hum in response causing him to groan from the vibrations

"Ah, shit"

You watch his expression contort into a pained one before he somehow manages to make his cock hit even further than the back of your throat and cums in your mouth.

"Dont waste it, baby, swallow for me" he says airly

you swallowed his mouth full of cum. loving the pleasantly salty taste.

you wheezed and choked so overwhelmed with just how rough Johnny really was.

Where was this side of him hiding?

holy fuck

"your mouth, keep it open," he grumbles still heaving firm his previous orgasm.

you open your mouth a gain forming an 'O' shape and surprise takes you as he spits in your mouth before lightly slapping you across the face.

your hair was all over the place and your entire face was decorated with a mixture of precum, smudged makeup, tears, snot, and sweat

"Atta Girl." he praises you.

He helps you to your feet before giving you a quick peck on your lips

"turn around and bend over. Yeah just like that... spread your legs for me"

you used the bed as support as you got into the desired position.

he wastes no time thrusting his cock into you rough and hard.

the sound of skin slapping and the squelching of your pussy around him cause your knees to buckle as you threaten to lose your stance.

You were gonna cum soon.

feeling your swaying form, he grabs your neck pulling you into him as your back meets his chest

"don't you fucking dare" he threatens.

"Ah... please please, please! m'sorry... m'so sorry I won't do it again just please make me cum john, I'll be good I swear" you cry gasping for air between words. soon your sentences jumble into a whole lot of nothing.

he keeps his hand wrapped around your neck as he uses the other to hold your hand behind your back

"no. Cum when I say so. you need to learn to fucking listen."

snapping his hips at a quick pace.

the area around your hips already beginning to bruise from how hard he was holding you.

"t'much please johnny!" You scream as your legs begin to shake for the umpteenth time

"you can fucking take it. This is what you wanted right? To piss me off? Having mark all on you like that?" he says begrudgingly

he grabs your left breast and squeezes your nipple hard enough for your pussy to clench around him

"so damn sensitive" he whispers in awe.

he pulls out and pushes you on the bed. you look back and he's

standing over you with messy hair, dark eyes, and a cock so erect it slapped against his stomach with the slightest movement.

"get on your back and spread your legs" he says pulling your legs to the edge of the bed .

You flip over and he immediately fucks into you even harder than before.

once again your hands flay erratically as you scream trying to get away from the aching pleasure that was starting to make you see double.

"look at that baby, " he coos eyes staring at your stomach.

you look down and see his cock bulging in your lower abdomen.

You gasp at the sight

'Johnny please" you whimper not even sure what you are asking for.

"I might just fuck a baby into you. keep you home like a good little wife hmm." he says seriously, eyes still set on the bulging in your lower abdomen.

you clenched around him liking the sound of carrying his children

"you like that huh? " He groans

you nod as tears start to stream down your face.

suddenly he stops thrusting causing you to cry out

"Just gimmie a second baby gotta fix your mistake," he says as he reaches over to his nightstand picking up his phone.

"I'm calling Mark " he says nonchalantly causing your heart to race.

"you're off-limits and they fucking know that but it seems all of you need to be reminded of how things are tonight hm?"

the dial tone blares out before a muffled "hello?" comes through the speaker. Mark.

"watch " Johnny says before he thrusts into you so fucking deep you could taste him

you moan loudly

barley registering the "fucking hell, man" that comes from the phone. That was Haechan

'watch' Johnny had said earlier and you begin to understand that it was a video call.

Mark and Haechan were witnessing Johnny fuck you into oblivion.

"see this? this is my fucking pussy and nobody else can fucking have it." he fucks your relentlessly a familiar feeling building in your stomach.

"j-johnny its t'much"

"nah, you can fucking take it."

"oh, fuck! " you scream into the pillow

"my fucking pussy and she can't give it away ain't that right y/n"

"mhmm" you say not having the strength actually speak.

you cum with a shiver and a whine and even then he didn't stop

still drilling his cock into you

overstimulating you more and more

you try to get away and he never once let his cock leave you.

"tell them how many times you cum tonight." He challenges, knowing full well that you couldn't form a word much less a sentence at the moment.

you mutter random words too fucked out to think

a sharp slap to your face brings you back

"how many fucking times?" he says through clenched teeth

"Alot" you scream.

"good girl" he says before hanging up the phone and throwing it across the room.

"just give me one more" he continues.

you moan as your toes curl from the overwhelming sensations building in your stomach

with a sharp thrust, you squirt all over Johnny's cock just as he cums inside you.

"next time you do that shit I’ll fuck you right in front of them instead of over the phone."

#nct 127 #nct smut #nct scenarios #nct doyoung #nct yuta #nct fanfic #nct imagines #nct dream #nct fluff #nct taeyong #nct #nct u #nct johnny #johnny suh #nctzen #nct x reader #nct mark #kim jungwoo #moon taeil

[mrvlbimbo]

You mean nothing (everything) to me

Eddie Munson x reader

SMUT SMUT SMUT WARNING

4.3k words

She was already having a bad day at work when Mike and Dustin had so rudely bursted through the door of the video shop. The first thing she thought was that they should be at school but then she reminded herself of her own highschool days and she felt more forgiving. “I’m not giving you guys any more rated r movies. My boss had my ass for it last time,” she barked at them as they perused the shelves, clearly trying to build up the courage to ask her something. 

“We need a different type of favor actually.” She tried to wrap her head around what Dustin might have been implying. Sure a lot of highschool kids asked her to buy them alcohol and such and she would be lying if she said she never obliged them. 

“So we have this DND group,” Mike added and she almost laughed. Of course this would be about Eddie Munson and his stupid fucking DND cult. 

“Yeah yeah, with Sinclair. Where is he anyways?” she asked, referring to their other friend who was part of the club as well. She kept up with the kids due to her best-friendship with their resident babysitter Steve Harrington. And because of that she knew that Lucas had a basketball game that night and that’s likely why they were pleading with her to join. 

“So that’s why we’re here.” Mike introduced the idea with the amount of elegance she would expect from a Freshman in highschool who played DND in his freetime. He wasn’t convincing in the slightest but she allowed the two boys to continue with their pitch.  

“He bailed. We need an extra for tonight.” Dustin brought a reason to the table, seemingly the more logical one of the two.  

“Ask Harrington,” she shot back, presenting them with their first alternative. Also presenting her with an out so she wouldn’t have to see the infamous leader of their little club.  

“He has a date,” Dustin replied smugly, knowing he had caught her in a bad spot.  

“And you assume I don’t.” It was matter of fact. She stated that she had other things to do and that their excursion wasn’t worth her time. She was interested to see how they would respond. 

“What you do isn’t considered dating,” Mike scoffed and she thought about smacking him in the side of the head. She decided against it since she was at work, and on her boss’s last nerve.  

“Don’t be an ass. You’re too young to be talking about all that crap,” she replied sternly, reminding them that although she was a cool adult she was still an adult.  

“So you’ll be there?” He asked, knowing it would be better to ask her a yes or no question than drag on and let her avoid the offer until she was able to coax them out of the shop. 

“Yeah. Fine.” She had a soft spot for the kids so it was a no-brainer that she would help them out even if it was really inconvenient and uncomfortable for her. 

She went home and changed into something nicer. Even after everything she was still trying to impress Eddie, some things never changed. It’s not like he would care, or more likely he’d make a snide comment about her outfit and then ignore her for the rest of the night. 

Her assumption was right, his first words when she walked through the door were a comment about her promiscuity. “You brought the school slut into my sanctuary?” He was as rude as ever, still sporting that ridiculous haircut that she’d never admit to liking. 

“Former school slut. I graduated, unlike you,” she snapped back, trying not to show that it hurt her. This game they had been playing for years only worked if he thought she hated him too, she couldn’t even think of how much worse it would be if he knew the truth.  

“You don't have to rub it in. Plus I don’t have the advantage of sleeping with my teachers for grades.” He knew it wasn’t true but he said it anyway to get under her skin. He couldn’t help himself when that familiar scowl crawled over her face, he’d be lying if he said he didn’t think it was cute. 

“I never- whatever lets just get this stupid shit over with.” She stumbled over her words as she tried to remind herself why she was here in the first place. Partly because she wanted to help her favorite freshmen and partially because she was a bit of an emotional masochist. 

The campaign dragged on as far as she was concerned, her character dying early into the final boss battle. Eddie spared no opportunity to make a dig at her at any given chance, making the whole thing even more unbearable. 

She also didn’t miss the way, despite claiming to hate her, he wouldn’t take his eyes off her. Men are like that, wanting to fuck the very thing they’re dispise. Although, she liked to think anything with a brain wanted to fuck her. And most of the time she was right. 

This was one of those times. 

By the time the campaign was over, he was half hard from her leaning over the table in her unbearably low cut shirt. If he was a prude he might have suggested she cover herself up in the presence of the freshmen. 

But he wasn't a prude, and he was quite enjoying the view down her shirt. A red lacy bra peaked out from the neckline when she bent down to pick up the dice. He regretted the way he reacted, voicing his frustration in pointed insults and taunting just like he did when they were in school. 

When everything was done, he just needed to go home and rub one out in the shower. The shame would set in later, just like it always did. He had had his eyes on her for a while now and nothing was worse than the embarrassment of her obvious disinterest. From what he had heard, she had been with practically every guy in their small town. Except for him. 

For some reason she never turned her sights to him. At first he tried to be nice, the way other guys never were. They saw her as a sure thing, never respecting her. He didn’t want to do that to her, take what he wanted and rush off to brag about his conquest.

Embarrassingly, he actually had a really serious crush on her for all of highschool. He stills remembers the day they met, she sauntered into his biology class fifteen minutes late and sat down on top of his desk. 

“Can I help you, miss?” the teacher had asked sternly. 

“Not unless you can get me a pack of smokes, ma’am.” She hopped off the desk and stepped in front of the class, plucking a piece of chalk up and writing on the board in big letters. Bullshit. She wrote ‘bullshit’ on the chalkboard and then she promptly strutted right back out of the classroom, shooting him a wink as she left.

They became quick friends after that, taking solace in the fact both of them hated everything about the stupid small town. For the first two years of highschool they were inseparable. Things changed once she made a reputation for herself. It started with one guy blabbing his mouth and then another. It’s not like everyone wasn’t doing it, but people latched onto her as the town whore probably because of her unconventional attitude. 

It made her more popular. For all the wrong reasons, but still it was nice to have people pay attention to her. Everyone wanted to have something others wanted and she certainly did have that. 

She took pride in her looks, utilizing revealing clothing to enhance her already considerable assets. From what he could see, that hadn’t changed. That night she wore a tight, low cut, cropped t-shirt and a denim miniskirt that barely covered her ass. 

Her beat up high tops tapped on the floor as she walked over to him. When the boss battle was over he had drifted into his own thoughts as the rest of the group dispersed. She hadn’t gone yet, he assumed it was so she could deliver some heart wrenching insult before she left and never thought about him again. It wasn’t that easy for him, he never stopped thinking about her. 

“Oh my god you’re high. You fuckin junkie.” Her voice cut through his trance like a knife. She was always so mean but her voice sounded so pretty to him, it was giving him whiplash. 

“I’m not high, I'm just thinking.” He was quick to correct her, wanting her to know he was completely sober for what he was about to say. 

“About?” she scoffed, making it clear she didn’t think highly of his intelligence. 

“Why do you hate me?” As soon as he asked the question he knew it was a bad idea but he couldn’t help himself. He spent so many nights asking himself that question, it was high time someone else had to answer it. 

“Are you seriously asking me that?” she snapped, anger bubbling over. It had been simmering all this time, and him acting like she was the reason there was a divide between them was just the final nail in the coffin. 

“Yeah, after you ignored me for three years for no reason. I wanna know why you hate me.” His voice was frantic and upset, he didn’t know what his plan was but he wanted answers and he had her here now. It’s not like there were any remaining bridges to burn anyways. 

“Oh because you were so friendly,” she replied sarcastically, referring to the way he had relentlessly mocked and criticized her publicly after their friendship ended. She could handle other people talking about her behind her back, but he said it to her face and it stung. 

“I was confused. We were best friends and then-” he tried to defend himself but she quickly interrupted, seething at him trying to play the victim. 

“Yeah we were. We were best fuckin friends and then you ruined everything.” Her voice sounded venomous, he flinched when she raised her voice just from the pure anger she radiated. 

“What?” he asked dumbly. 

“Junior year, winter formal,” she stated, as if it was supposed to mean something and It did mean something to both of them.  

He remembered that night like it was yesterday. The dance was boring, they dipped after less than an hour and went back to her place. Her parents weren’t home so they decided to set up in the basement for a horror movie marathon. 

She was scared out of her mind, or maybe he was. Either way they were curled up in eachothers arms, hiding from whatever monster was under the bed. After a particularly scary scene, she had crawled into his lap. He had thought maybe after all this time, he was finally going to get a chance with her. 

His hands went to cup her waist, gripping the fabric of her dress in between his fingers. She was wearing a puffy purple cocktail dress with glitter. It looked stupid, well it would have looked stupid on anyone else. Because he thought she looked absolutely perfect. And he looked at her like she was the most beautiful person in the world. 

She noticed the way he stilled, looking up at him in turn. “Eds, what's wrong?” He didn’t reply, not knowing the words to finally tell her how he felt. The look in his eyes told her all she needed to know. And for a second he thought she was going to kiss him, his hands tightened on her waist in anticipation. 

But instead of what he expected, she shrunk back and mumbled something inherently. She made some excuse about being tired and shut off the movie, ordering him to go home. Nothing was said at the time, but he knew something was wrong. And based on the fact she completely ghosted him after that night, he was right. 

“Yeah I remember.” He shook his head as if he was trying to shake the memory out, but like so many times before it didn’t work. 

“The way you looked at me,” she added. He knew exactly the look she meant. It just hurt him more to realize the reason she rushed out that night was that she found out about his feelings. He had always assumed but having proof was harder somehow.  

“You haven’t spoken to me in years because of a look?” he asked, he was angry but more than that he was just sad. 

She wasn’t buying it. “No. It wasn't just any look. I know that look. That was the look of a guy who wants something.” That something she was referring to was obviously sex. So maybe he was in the clear, she hadn’t figured out about his feelings. The worse option that seemed to be reality, was she thought he was only friends with her because he was attracted to her. 

“OK, is that such a crime?” he asked, not believing that they couldn’t have replaired their relationship from that with a mature conversation. Although, they were not having many mature conversations back at the age of 17. 

“All that time. I thought you cared about me. And what, you were just playing the long con for a quick fuck?” 

“Ok fine, I’ll admit it. In that moment, yeah I wanted to fuck you.” He should have told her that a quick fuck was absolutly not what he wanted but he was picking up on her anger and mirroring it. 

“And now?” she asked, knowing exactly how to push his buttons even after all these years. 

“Now? Yeah now I still do,” he admitted, shrugging his shoulders as if it was no big deal. And maybe it wasn’t. Things were different now, they were both adults and they were no longer friends. They could fuck no strings attatched, and that idea was starting to look enticing to them both. 

“And the fucked up thing was. I almost did it. Because I liked you Eddie. I really liked you.” She couldn’t hide the way her lip was quivering as she spoke. She was angry but not with him anymore, she was angry with herself for letting him make her feel this. So in a roundabout way she was still mad at him too. 

“Why didn’t you?” he questioned, still miffed by the whole ghosting him for three years thing. But she had said it, she liked him all those years ago. Not anymore, he thought. It didn’t matter now, if anything it just made the whole thing sting more. 

“Because I knew it wouldn’t mean to you what it meant to me,” she finally admitted, stepping close to him so they were almost chest to chest. She looked up at him with something close to longing and he almost choked. 

“And now?” he asked. There was a weird sort of sexual tension in the air that neither of them knew how to confront. 

“You mean fucking nothing to me,” she hissed. 

“Good,” he whispered, grabbing her face and pressing their lips together harshly. There was no affection in the way he kissed her at first, just rough lust and anger. Both of their pent up feelings spilled out as they grappled at each other's clothes for something to hold onto. 

His hands smoothed over her legs, rucking up her skirt so he could squeeze her ass. He snapped the band of her underwear, it was a lacy red to match her bra. “You wear these for me?” 

“Would I have needed to?” she teased, knowing by the way his hard on pressed against her that he didn’t need any extra encouragement. 

“No. You’d still get me all riled up in a winter coat.” it was one of his ridiculously cheesy lines that she was sure he used on plenty of girls. But she couldn’t help but smile at it a little despite herself. 

“How romantic,” she scoffed, pushing him back into a chair and sinking to her knees. Her hands ran up his thighs, kneading at the muscle covered by his ridiculously tight jeans. 

She palmed him over the fabric, squeezing somewhat harshly. He didn’t mind one bit. “Fuck. Romantic isn’t the word I would use.” He especially didn’t mind when unzipped his pants and took him in her mouth. She wanted to say something about him going commando but she was a bit preoccupied with him brushing the back of her throat. 

“Mmm,” she replied, whatever words she was saying were muffled by his cock in her mouth. 

“Harrington is one lucky bastard,” he commented offhandedly, not thinking about his words since he was currently being deepthroated.  

She pulled away instantly, as if she had been burned. She stood over him, something she wasn’t usually able to do since he was quite a bit taller than her. “What the fuck did you just say to me?” she snapped, grabbing his jaw and forcing him to look up at her. 

He whined when her sharp nails dug into the flesh of his chin. It wasn’t a pained whine, his arousal at her roughness was evident in the way he twitched in his seat. “Nothin. Sorry.” Based on his public persona, she hadn’t expected him to be the submissive type. Not to say she wasn’t enjoying it. 

“No Eds. You said something, why don’t you tell me again?” she demanded, taking pleasure in the way he reached for her with grabby hands as she stood there glaring at him. 

“I heard rumors about you and Harington, if it’s true he’s a lucky guy. It was a compliment, honest,” he rambled, desperate for her to forgive him and get back to touching him where he needed it. 

“You wanna know something?” She climbed into his lap, straddling him with ease in the large throne-like chair. When she first walked in she thought the chair was absolutely absurd, but now she was grateful for its width. She wrapped one hand around his neck as she leaned forward to  whisper in his ear. “I never fucked Steve. I never wanted to.” 

“No?” he choked out, having a difficult time talking due to her gripping his throat tightly in her hand. He wouldn’t ask her to stop in a million years though. 

She pressed little kisses all around his cheeks and jaw, never touching his mouth with hers. This might have upset him if he wasn’t too blissed out to notice with her lacey panties pressed tight against his cock. “All those years. I only ever wanted you.” 

He nodded furiously, as if to say to ‘me too, i’ve been in love with you since freshman year.’ But that's not what she interpreted it as. She grinded down on him, squeezing his neck and biting a line up his neck. “Lookit you. Can’t even talk,” she cooed. 

She removed the hand abstracting his breathing so both of her hands could cup his cheeks. “Gonna be good for me?” she asked, her overly sweet voice almost taunting him. He cringed at the fact she would never be this nice to him if he wasn’t about to stick his dick in her. 

That made him understand what she was feeling a little bit better. All those years ago, when he was prepared to tell her he loved her, she thought all he wanted was her body. And she used to like him, he had said it. Now it was too late and all he got was some mindblowing sex to give her closure and make him fall even deeper under her spell.  

And so his heart was heavy when she pushed her panties aside and slid down onto his cock. That didn’t make it any less pleasurable when she clenched around him. He felt like he was going to pass out, barely catching the praise spilling from her mouth. “Fuck, Eds. We shoulda done this ages ago,” she moaned, carefully picking her hips up and bringing them back down slowly. 

“Yeah,” he agreed lazily, letting his hands fall to her waist and rub little circles on the skin there. She went slow which he appreciated, deep slow thrusts that made both of them shiver. His heartache had faded, realizing he would be content to only be one of her conquests. He would be anything she wanted if she kept looking at him like that. 

Her eyes were glassy and filled with lust. She was usually so sharp but she looked content and peaceful for once. She looked beautiful. He brought one of his hands up to the back of her hair to smash their lips together again. 

It was aggressive and messy, his tongue fighting to engulf every bit of her mouth. She giggled when he pulled back and kissed her again on the tip of her nose. “So pretty,” he murmured. He could've sworn his heart stopped when her walls fluttered around him at the praise. 

“Eddie,” she gasped out when he finally brought his thumb down to circle her clit. He wasn’t as experienced as her but he knew his way around, both from porn and from a few hookups where he insisted on practicing that specific skill. None of his sexual interactions could top this, being balls deep in any other girl wouldn’t even compare to the way she said his name. 

“Can’t leave my girl hanging,” he teased as she moaned into the skin of his neck, forgetting to move her hips for a minute due to his fingers distracting her. 

She chose to ignore the fact that he called her his girl, she could deal with that later. What she couldn't deal with later was the fact he was very clearly close to his orgasm. He had noticed as well, speeding up his pace on her clit and using his other hand to tweak one of her nipples. “Shit. I’m close. Gimme a sec, I’ll get you there.” 

She chuckled softly at his insistence. Her eyes were filled with admiration or something of the sort. He almost came right there, he could handle her fucking his brains out but something about her being soft with him was what really got him going. “Don't look at me like that. I won't last.” 

“You don't have to. Cum inside me. Please.” She was coming close to her peak as well, his talented fingers working wonders at ‘getting her there’ as he had phrased it. 

Her offer was all it took for him to spill inside her. The thick ropes of cum pumping into her along with his lips on her neck forced her over the edge as well. 

Usually after such exertion she would flop down onto a soft bed and bathe in the bliss of it all for a moment. However, they were in a tricky position so she just kind of sat there awkwardly staring at him. 

It wasn’t as awkward for him. From where he was standing, or sitting would be the correct term, he had just had the best sex of his life and the girl he’d been in love with for six years was filled with his cum and sitting on his dick and keeping it nice and warm for him. “Fuck. I love you.” That shook her out of her post orgasmic haze instantly. 

She shook her head, not looking at him as she started to cry. It was abrupt and he was worried he had done something seriously wrong but he continued because he needed her to know how he felt. 

“You meant everything to me back then. You still do,” he admitted, his hands cupping her cheeks so she would look at him with her tearfilled eyes.  

“Don’t say that,” she pleaded, begging him not to get her hopes up but he brushed her off like it was nothing.  

“It’s true. I love you,” he repeated, this time with more meaning and passion if that was possible.  

“Eds,” his old nickname slipped out of her mouth so easily. It hurt to hear the way she said it. Like she was cautioning him against continuing his confession, or almost like she was pleading. 

“That night at junior prom, I wasn’t trying to fuck you. I was going to tell you about how I felt.” When he said that, all the puzzle pieces finally fit together in her head. But she had been telling herself for so long that he could never feel that way about her, it didn’t even compute that he was confessing his love for her over and over again. 

“We’re not even 20. You can’t really think this is anything more than teenage hormones.” She was always cynical. He loved that about her but it was getting damn frustrating. 

“You tell me? Do you love me?” he asked, finally turning the question back around at her. She was never a good liar. 

“I can't-'' she tried to avoid the question but he cut her off. 

“You’ve got my heart in your hand and I’m just asking you to break it. Do you love me?” She never realized how poetic he could be. He was always teatricial, but never like this. It made her think for a second that maybe he was serious. 

Screw it, she figured. Why not? “Yeah. I do. I love you.” 

He could already feel his dick hardening again at that admittance. And she could likely feel it too since he was still situated inside of her. “This isn’t going to sound very romantic, but do you want to go back to my place?” he asked hesitantly, way too timid for their current position.  “Yeah I’d like that,” she replied before kissing him softly. It was slow and sweet, like they had all the time in the world. Because they did.  

#eddie stranger things #eddie munson smut #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson stranger things #stranger things season 4 #stranger things #eddie munson fanfiction

[nohoney]

imagine: you just had a nasty breakup and you decide to take a break from serious dating and have a hot girl summer for yourself. just sex zero commitments fuck as many people as you want. the problem arises when the first guy you end up fucking, bakugou, is so good so you decide to keep him on as a fuck buddy while you continue looking for future conquests.

little do you know that bakugou fell head over heels for you after that first night together and now he’s doing everything within his power to get you to fall in love with him, that is everything short of actually telling you his feelings because he’s so emotionally constipated and damn near bites your head off when you playfully joke that he might have a crush on you.

oh my god oh my god (⁄ ⁄>⁄ ▽ ⁄<⁄ ⁄)

bakugou tries to keep his cool so bad, doesn’t ask questions or doesn’t want to think about how you’re still out there seeing other people aside from him. he feels a little ridiculous that it seems to be a one sided thing—he’s got your contact pinned to the top of his text inbox, he keeps toiletries of your preference in his home, and hell he gave you his passwords for two of the streaming services he pays for!

it’s all shit that he thinks screams i fucking like you!

and yet he can’t muster up the actual words to say it out loud. because you don’t want to be tied down, you want to experience being single after your shit break up, and you don’t trust any person right now to handle your heart after what you’ve been through.

bakugou respects all that, but he really really wants you and you’re the only one he wants to be seeing. he’s so damn stupid though because you joked one time about him having some feels for you and he was too quick to snap at you.

“this is only for fun, that’s it.” he reacts instinctively even though he knew he should have said otherwise in that moment. and there was no awkward silence or weird look with how fast he reacted to your joke. only a laugh and an agreeing nod as you dipped a strawberry into a little bowl of nutella he had ready for you as a post sex snack.

“yeah, i’m sooo grateful that you’re my number one right now. can’t believe how lucky i was to get you on the first try!”

number one on your roster, it’s a title that bakugou is happy to have and also hates it at the same time. there’s others after him, numbers two to four or maybe you’ve got eight people on your list—fuck!!!

it drives him crazy!

he doesn’t want to drive you off with these stupid feelings, and he’s especially smug when you text him about some date that had pissed you off beforehand and that you’re heading over to his place. he hopes that the sex he gives you is so good that it’s enough for you to reconsider just making him your only fuck buddy. he quite literally prays on the downfall of your dating life so that he’s the only one around.

so for now he settles with letting you sleep in his bed when he fucks you too hard, hoping that the breakfast he makes you in the morning screams the message i can be your boyfriend.

#hahah i imagine that being fuck buddies with bakugou is never easy #bakugou x reader #bakugou katsuki x reader

[lemonstars-cat-blog]

ok fuck Starclan we need a bad bitch who thinks she is above the rules and she is RIGHT fuck the rules girlie if you love her you love her go get your fuckin riverclan girlfriend.

Is it weird that I miss Silverstream? I feel like no matter what she doesnt regret a thing and would do it all over again even if it meant she'd die again and again. Shes stubborn as hell and the rules mean nothing to her, the only thing that upsets her is that she wasn't there to raise her kits.

Au shit

ANYWAY i feel like Graystripe should have been more involved in the lives of his TWO VERY CLOSE CHILDHOOD FRIENDS? CHILDREN?? like i get he was gone for a while that's fine he cpuldnt help that but 😭😭😭 idk? before he was lost to the clans, after he got back, hello?? where is he. come on man do something.

(btw this is a mothxleaf au because ummm leaf deserves better than crow and also oooh parallels of riverclan x thunderclan relationship oooooh wow i’m so creative)

SOOO in this AU Gray is much more involved and immediately sees the telltale signs of "ohh ok yeah lol she's sneaking out to meet someone" in Leafpool because HE DID THAT TOO!! He only really stresses to her that she has to be careful, think about what she's doing, dont get in over her head and don't forget her duties to her clan. If he could go back, he'd do so much differently, and he doesn't want Leafpool to go through the same pain he did.

Well after that whole big talk, Silver, who’s still watching over him, overhears some of this (namely where she was mentioned bc she wants all the gossip and backtalk even if it’s about her) and decides like. “oh my god. i have to get involved in this.” so she plays matchmaker a bit, becomes a cool aunt to leafpool

anyway i LOOOOVVEEE LOVE LOVE the idea of Mothwing being wrapped up in starclan’s prophecies with the three because holy SHITTT URGHHRHR LIKE. SHES AN ATHEIST AND STARCLAN CANT EVEN COMMUNICATE W HER BUT SHES STILL A PART OF THE GGRAND PLAN BUT BC SHE DOESNT BELIEVE SHE CANT SEE IT AND ITS SO,. IDK??? ITS COOL IDK

i don’t think starclan as a whole is evil bc i don’t think silver is doing this out of any ill intent if anything it’s breaking down the stupid rules starclan is so keen on enforcing. i feel like gray would big time support leaf and moth once the truth comes out, and silver would support leaf during her starclan trial like “you fuckers wanted those kits born, this literally had to happen bc y’all wanted it to and you’re mad about it???”

OH OH ALSO CINDERPELT!! WOULD BE SO INVOLVED BC EVEN AFTER ALL THOSE YEARS SHE HOLDS GUILT OVER SILVER’S DEATH AND IS TERRIFIED THAT IT WAS ACTUALLY STARCLAN PUNISHING HER THAT CAUSED HER DEATH AND IS SO AFRAID OF LOSING LEAFPOOL TOO

#leafpool #silverstream #warrior cats #digital art #my art #warrior cats au #graystripe #mothpool

[noellawrites]

It’s Always Been You - Yandere!Lip Gallagher x reader

a/n: my blog has finally been un-shadowbanned, so i’m back! :))

summary: Lip finally makes up his mind and realizes that ever since high school, it’s always been you.

warnings: physical assault, intimidation, yelling, passing out, reader is tied down, brief mentions of pregnancy

“Hey Lip, think you got time to fix my car again?” you called out as you entered the dark interior of Born Free Cycles.

He looked up from the bike he seemed to perpetually be working on and froze. You looked beautiful in short brown dress, keys hanging lazily off your finger. He hadn’t seen you in a week, which almost felt like too long. Back when Fiona was still at the house, you used to come over all the time. And now, you barely ever did. And even when you did make the occasional trip, it was always with a new boyfriend or fling or one night stand that Lip couldn’t stand to look at. He hated that he missed his chance with you.

“It started smoking on my way here. I’m worried it’s gonna be really expensive this time,” you sighed, gnawing on your bottom lip. Lip could remember you doing that even back in high school, for as long as he’d known you.

“I’ll take a look at it. What happened?”

You explained the latest problem as Lip listened intently, grabbing tools off his cart and heading over to your vehicle.

“I’m thinking it’s the fuel filter. On this model, a replacement’ll run you a hundred. I’ll throw in the labor for free if we do dinner tonight?” Lip said, glancing up at you nonchalantly.

To put it plainly, you were confused. You and Lip had been in a perpetual will-they-won’t-they situation since high school, and after graduation you decided to move on. You two had flirted since, but he never asked to make concrete plans before.

“Lip, is that really appropriate? I mean, aren’t you still seeing Tammy? What about Fred?”

Lip laughed, now leaning over your hood and fiddling with a random wire. “I’m not seeing Tammy. And Fred’s fine.”

You didn’t respond, instead opting to watch quietly as Lip worked his magic.

“Meet me at my new house at six. Fred and Tammy are at her parent’s place, so don’t worry ‘bout ‘em.”

—

You couldn’t believe yourself. Even after years of telling yourself you were done playing this stupid game, here you were. On Phillip Gallagher’s doorstep. With some homemade cookies in hand.

You knocked, Lip swung the door open and there you were. In Lip’s half-done home.

“Welcome in. D’you make those?” he asked, grabbing the plate from you and placing it in the kitchen next to the spaghetti and bottle of wine.

“Yeah, same recipe that you and your siblings used to love,” you admitted.

“Cool. I made us some—“

“Lip, will you please just tell me why I’m really here?” you blurted, almost feeling bad after seeing Lip’s taken-aback expression.

The two of you stood, waiting, silent for a good minute. Then, Lip spoke up.

“Jesus, I’m really fucking sorry I took so long but I really, really like you (y/n)!”

“‘Sorry you took so long’? It’s been nine. fucking. years! You literally have a child!”

“I know, okay. I know I’ve fucked around and I’ve hurt you, and I feel like shit for it. But there’s always been this stupid thing pulling us back together and I can’t make it stop.”

As much as you wish you could, you couldn’t help but agree. All the late-night studying, babysitting, crazy adventures and innocent flirting never quite left your system, even when you tried to drown it out with alcohol or fuck it away with other men.

“Lip, as much as I’d love to hop back on this train, I have a life now. I have a stable job with an apartment, and—“

“Yeah, and a boatload of shitty men to fill it with.”

“Will you stop acting like i’m some whore? At least I didn’t go and get myself knocked up right out of high school like every other bitch in this neighborhood!” you yelled.

“Oh, because you’re so much better than all of us south-side shit bags, huh?” Lip sneered, taking a step towards you and shoving you towards the wall with both hands tight on your shoulders.

You gasped, wide-eyed as Lip brought his face closer to yours.

“If you’re smart, you’ll accept my advances now and just fucking let me take care of you.”

Your back was now against the wall with nowhere for you to go. Both the window and door were too far for you to reach as you tried to strain your arm.

“Lip, please stop, you’re scaring me!”

“I can’t wait anymore, so either you agree to move in with me or I’ll force you to,” he growled, face mere inches away from yours.

“I’m not fucking moving in with you, Lip! You had your chance to go out with me and you squandered it! Now, you get to accept your fate,” you said, standing up to him.

“Accept my fate, huh? Nice try,” he laughed. Before you could even tell what he was doing, you felt his hand grab your neck and slam your head backwards on the wall. Everything went black.

—

You woke up and looked down at your body, now showered and clean along with wearing a pajama set you'd never seen. You attempted to pull your hands and legs close to your body, only hearing the rattle of chains in response. You were tied to the bed frame in Lip’s new house.

You accepted your fate, looking around at the blank gloomy walls. Lip was too passionate, too betrayed and lonely to ever let you get away again.

“I made some coffee, babe. Want some?” Lip called from the other room. When you didn’t respond, he entered the bedroom himself. He was wearing his Born Free jumpsuit again, with two cups of coffee in his hand.

He took one mug and lifted it to your lips. To your surprise, it wasn’t too hot or too cold. It was just the right temperature.

“I made a big breakfast for you. Granola with greek yogurt, scrambled eggs on toast. Just to boost your fertility.”

Your eyes went wide as he lifted the empty mug from your mouth.

“And you’re gonna need it. After the pills I crushed into your coffee, Fred'll have a playmate in no time,” Lip grinned as you pulled on your chains, crying out for him to let you go.

#lip gallagher x reader #yandere lip gallagher #shameless us x reader #yandere shameless us #lip gallagher imagine #shameless us imagine #dark lip gallagher

[steveharringtons-lover]

some boy cat calls you and calls you stuff like "slut" or "whore" and steve, your bsf who has a teeny tiny crush (more like in love with you) hears about it and kicks the mans ass 🤗🤗

-🌶 anon!

Sucker Punch

a/n: please leave me some more requests!! I am so desperate will write like anything

Steve Harrington x Reader (she/her)

summary: after being catcalled but your ex your best friend Steve looses his cool and gets into a fight. You help clean him up after.

warnings: catcalling, swearing, smut (unprotected) written super late with no grammar or spelling checks.

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“Oh my god! That was the most boring thing I’ve ever had to sit through!” You say looking over to your bestfriend walking a long side you.

“You are so dramatic it wasn’t that bad!” Steve says looking over to you.

“You didn’t even want to go we were just going to support Robin!” You day playfully nudging Steve’s side.

“We weren’t even going to go! You were all like ‘oh we should go and watch support Robin!” Steve says jabbing your sides causing your to giggle.

The two of you were heading down the street to go grab bite to eat.

“Steve!” You say unable to contain your giggles, you couldn’t help but smile whilst you were around him.

Even though he was only your best fiend, sometimes you wish you could be more.

“So where do you want to eat?” Steve asks you snapping you away from your thoughts.

“I’m leaning towards the bakery or maybe we could-“ You begin to say before your cut off by another voice.

“You look such a slut dressed like that y/n.” You recognise the voice almost immediately, it’s your ex-boyfriend.

Your heart drops, but Steve is quick to step in.

“Who the fuck do you think you are saying shit like that man.” Steve says standing in front of you blocking you from your ex.

“I’m not fucking wrong Harrington take a look at her.” You ex says jabbing Steve in the chest.

You can tell by the look on Steve’s face this isn’t going to end well, before you can say anything your being cut off again.

“Your a fucking bastard.” Steve yells at him shoving him backwards.

“Your gonna regret that’s Harrington!” Your ex yells swigging his fist towards Steve’s face.

Steve staggers back a red mark left on his jaw, Steve quickly gets his balance back and takes a swing at your ex.

The two boys are punching each other and before you know it they’re on the floor beating each other.

“Stop! Steve get off him!” You yell trying to break them up before a cop comes and arrests them.

But it’s too late, it’s the middle of the day in the centre of town. The sound of sirens can be heard in the distance.

“Steve cops, get up!” You yell trying to pull him off your ex.

The two of you make a run for it desperately trying to remember where you parked Steve’s car.

“Steve what the fuck were you thinking!” You yell at him both of you still running down the street.

“That bastard had it coming.” Steve’s says to you, the car finally coming into view.

“Steve I’m driving! Keys!” You say, the sound of sirens fading alway as you quickly get into the car and drive away.

The car ride home is silent, Steve’s in the passenger seat with a can of coke resting on his swollen face.

You decide to drive back to his house, less chance of his parents being home and having to explain what had just happened.

The two of you ventured up to the bathroom to clean Steve up, you both sat on the bath as you tried to clean the blood off of his face.

“Jesus Steve what we’re you thinking.” You say getting a better look at his injuries up close.

“No one should speak to you like that.” Steve mutters avoiding eye contact.

“Why did you have to hit him?” You ask, you’ve had to clean him up after far too many fights.

“I don’t know I just- fuck it’s so stupid never mind.” Steve says wincing at the pain.

“No Steve you can’t just say that! Tell me, please.” You ask growing increasingly more concerned.

“I don’t know you just do something to me, you make me. Fuck how do I put this.” Steve says struggling to find the words.

“I think I’m in love with you!”

You pull back from him in shock, you watch as his face twists with regret. Before he has time to get up you kiss him.

Your hands are in his hair and Steve’s hands are on your waist pulling you close, the kiss sends shivers down your spine.

God you’ve been waiting for this moment for years.

He groans into your mouth his face still swollen and in pain, you pull back from him not wanting to hurt him.

“Fuck- I’m sorry.” Steve says clutching his head in pain.

“It’s alright Steve, let me take care of you.” You say hoping down from the bath and kneeling in between his legs.

You bring your hands down to his jeans working quickly to unzip them and pull them down along with his boxers.

You run your hand up and down the length of his cock teasing him before you lick a line from the base of his cock to the tip.

“Fuck- you don’t know how long I’ve wanted this.” Steve says grabbing onto the wall the brace himself.

You out the tip of his cock in your mouth swirling your tongue around it before talking more of it into your mouth.

The sweet sound of Steve’s moans overflow the bathroom.

Steve his free hand into your hair slightly pushing down as you take the rest of his cock into your mouth.

After only a few minutes you can hear Steve curse under his breath. “Fuck I’m going to cum, oh fuck sweetheart.”

You can feel as he comes in your mouth, you bravely swallow it back and look up at Steve from your position on the floor.

“I’d get a million fights if I meant I could do this over and over again, but don’t worry sweetheart il repay the favour after a couple tylenols.”

#steve harrington #steve harrington imagines #steve harrington smut #steve harrington x fem!reader #steve harrington x reader #stranger things #steve harrington fanfic #steve harrington x henderson!reader #stranger things fanfic #pretty boy steve harrington

[aita-blorbos]

AITA for joking about a traumatic experience I went through?

Hi. Recently I (17M) got into a bit of a spat with a guy who I thought was my best friend, and so I’m looking for opinions.

For some context, a while back I took some freaky drugs. Some can’t-even-look-it-up-on-the-internet, top-secret type of shit. Something-something quantuam nanotechnology CPU.

Listen, I don’t really get it, but all you need to know is that they put a computer inside my brain. And the computer told me what to do. It helped me to be cool. It helped me rule.

That’s how I befriended stupid J (My “friend,” 17 M) in the first place. Before I took those drugs, I had NO-ONE. I was a LOSER. A dork who didn’t have a clue! But my computer brain made me POPULAR. Suddenly, I had all sorts of buds, and he was my favorite of them.

Real cool, badass sort of guy. A little bit dumb sometimes, but nice, too. I appreciated his friendship.

…However, eventually, things went tits up with my computer. Stupid thing started harassing me and I realized I wanted it GONE. It was going to, like… drive me insane or something if I left it be. I came to this realization in the midst of a party J was hosting, and desperately tried to get rid of the computer. But the only way to shut it off was with some long-discontinued nerd soda, and I didn’t have any of that! No-one did! So I did the next best thing.

I set a fire and I burned down J’s house.

Listen: I know how nuts that sounds… but you’ve gotta understand how desperate I was! I HAD to get that thing out of my head. Right then and there. And if the only way to do that was, like, ending my life or whatever in some terrifying inferno, then so be it.

And I DID almost die— passed out from smoke inhalation and everything. But stupid J had to intervene. Initially, he evacuated at first signs of the fire like everyone else, but then he realized I was still inside and decided to play hero. He ran in to rescue me, desperate to save my life.

He did manage to drag me away from the center of the fire, but just as he was nearing the exit, the house collapsed on him. Both of us survived, but we were pretty badly burned, and J broke both his legs.

Obviously, I felt pretty shitty about that. But it’s not like I could apologize right away. I was in the HOSPITAL.

And while I was in the hospital, some nightmare shit went down at school.

J and some other kids were putting on the school play (apparently, he felt well enough to be discharged early, albeit in a wheelchair), and unbeknownst to him, some jackass spiked the punch bowl they were using as a prop. Because of this, all of the actors in the school play, J included, were infected with the stupid computer pill brain drug, and they went on a rampage.

Eventually, another kid (I’ll call him LamerJ) managed to stop the madness. He found that long-discontinued nerd soda and shut off all of the evil computers, including the one inside my head (We all, like, had a psychic link via our computers. Long story).

Before he did this, though, like a complete dumbass, J stood up. Instructed by his computer to try and stop LamerJ, he GOT OUT OF HIS WHEELCHAIR AND STARTED MOVING AROUND.

The good news is this didn’t hurt him because the computer shut off his nerves or whatever. The bad news is walking around while you have already fractured legs is going to do irreparable damage to your body and he ended up SERIOUSLY messing himself up.

In just a few minutes, J’s prognosis went from “Your legs are going to need some time to heal” to “You will probably never recover fully. You are going to have a semi-permanent condition for life.”

J was… uh, pretty gutted about this. Dude was big into sports, and so that kinda damaged his prospects.

I apologized to J, OBVIOUSLY, and he said it was good. That we were all good. He said he wasn’t upset with me and he got I wasn’t in my right mind, and after that things were supposed to go back to normal. He was going to be able to get to know the real me.

But here’s the thing: I was struggling with some shit, too, and you know how I cope with that sort of thing? Through humor. I’d make jokes where I called myself stuff like “flaming hot’ and all the other kids loved it. Helped me feel a lot less shit about my burn scars. But apparently J had an issue with that.

He pulled me aside into the boys’ bathroom one day and, out of the blue, started demanding I needed to stop making jokes about the fire. All of a sudden, it was upsetting to him. I told him that I got why he was so crabby about things, but that the fire traumatized me too, and that I deserved the right to laugh at myself if it helped me cope.

I told him it wasn’t me he should be mad at for his injuries, anyways. He should have been mad at LamerJ or YetAnotherJ, who were responsible for letting the punch bowl get spiked. If it weren’t for that, the damage wouldn’t have been anywhere near as serious. They were to blame. Not me.

But he said that wasn’t true, and that as his friend, he expected more of me. He reminded me it was trying to save me he was even hurt in the first place.

I told him I never ASKED him to rescue me. That was his decision. I said I was sorry I didn’t go and factor his feelings into my GODDAMN SUICIDE ATTEMPT.

He started getting really angry. I got angry too. He said I ruined his life, and I said he must have wanted his life ruined. Something about those computer chips is they can’t make you do anything you don’t truly want. Therefore, at least SOME part of him wanted to stand up and shatter his legs. Maybe to get out of the responsibility of having to decide what he wanted to do with his future or whatever (Since he’d always been SO flaky about that).

He said if that were true, then clearly I wanted to burn down his house and hurt him. I told him the computer didn’t make me make that decision and he said that was even worse. He said I NEVER thought about how my actions affected the people around me, and then stormed off, saying he never wanted to see me again.

…AITA? I wasn’t trying to…— shit! I was just trying to cope with everything that happened. I didn’t realize he’d be such a stick in the mud about it. But maybe I am still a dipshit? For, like, being so stubborn or bringing him into all of this or whatever? I dunno. I feel really stressed.

This all sucks, man. Wish he’d just left me in that fire. Bet he’s wishing that, too.

#aita #am i the asshole #unreality #HOUSEFIRE #SUICIDE #nonconsensual drugging

[tttovarichhh]

Reflection

Homelander & David8

Homelander ratings were plummeting and in order to stabilise the situation, a way out was found that changed the life of the leader of the seven forever.

"When did we start making robots?"

Ashley looks horrified, trying to hide in a large, mostly empty room, knowing she can't really hide from Homelander's wrath. Or whatever it is - after a few solid years, she's still not good at understanding his emotions and feelings, and that makes her so weak in everyone's eyes. Fucking job. Wow, you're working with the Seven, that's so cool! This is terrible. Ashley, can you get me a Homelander autograph? Yeah, no problem. Fuck you and your big, brave Homelander!

"We needed to do something new, so we all decided this would be a good idea…"

She wished he would start shouting at her - at least then she would know what to do and what to expect from him, but if this psycho was just trying to look polite for as long as possible - here was the problem.

"Who are you all? Why has nobody asked me?"

"But…" Ashley whispers, looking down at the floor, backing away from him.

"Why did nobody ask me?" Homelander asks again, grinning as he flies sharply towards Ashley. He looks her straight in the eye and the girl sees his eyes begin to redden with anger and a desire to burn everything around him.

Fuck, fuck, fuck, maybe this was a bad idea? Who cares about AI anyway? Some stupid nerds, yeah, definitely not Vought International, we don't need this bullshit.

"They thought you'd like me. I think you already do"

A quiet metallic voice breaks the silence and tension in the room. The android smiles slightly and looks at the Homelander, showing all the signs of a friendly attitude. He turns to face him, forgetting Ashley and calming down slightly, the anger in his eyes replaced by curiosity.

"You think so? Come on then, tell me what else you think, I'm really curious to know why all these people find you so special and unique. Bloody hell. What is it? Is it steel?" the man taps the robot's chest with a chuckle, inspecting it from head to toe like the toy which it is. "And why did you dress that thing up like a man?"

"My guess is you're angry with me because I can be better. Or so you think."

Homelander grins at the words and slowly traces the line of the robot's cheekbones. The skin under his fingertips feels surprisingly real, human, too smooth, soft and slightly warm. He had expected metallic coldness to the touch, roughness, anything but this effect of a real person. Fascinating.

"This machine thinks a lot about itself. Why do we need it? Or him? What is this bloody thing?"

"You can call me David. I was designed that way for easier interaction. And as far as I can tell, we look a lot alike, so I suppose I was made in your image as well."

The man exhales, squinting his eyes and not taking his gaze off David, as if trying to see if there is something dangerous hidden behind all that machine perfection. The room is completely silent and only Ashley occasionally taps the tips of her fingernail plates nervously against the folder in her hands. Homelander touches the android's skin again, leading from his jaw down his neck, slowly pulling back the collar of his T-shirt around his collarbones.

"Is that true?"

"We tried to keep David under wraps. He was… He was a gift, I, I can't say this, shit! I'm sorry, I'm really sorry…"

"A gift? What the hell do I need a robot for?" He finally pulls away from David, apparently in a good mood, and slowly walks towards the window to look out at the city.

His city.

"It's smart and it's responsible and it's good at analysis. And, you know, everybody's talking about artificial intelligence now, so the idea was that if you start to interact with an android like him, maybe do some soke staff together, like some basic interactions, chats, small missions, it will be good for Seven's rating and of course your personal rating. If you don't like him, we can destroy him."

Ashley quickly, as if trying to say at least two words at a time, blurted out a short explanation, immediately suggesting a way to solve the problem. Hell, they'd put so much effort, time and money into David to what? Ruin it before its own media announcement?

"I like him. And stop call David it. He seems to be more human than you fuckin' are," he sits down at the table, leaning back, relaxing in the chair, examining the android. Blond hair, blue piercing eyes, correct facial features and body proportions, tight t-shirt with a small Seven log in the left corner on the chest. Homelander grinned, biting his lower lip, shifting his gaze to Ashley, who's still shaking.

"Sure," she smiles nervously, placing the folder on the desk next to Homelander, "David, he. Of course. I have some papers about him, here, just for you to understand his system, here is some basics and drawings, and..."

Some of the papers from the file scattered on the floor and David immediately began to collect them, helping the girl. In contrast to her movements, his were calm and unruffled, and he immediately put the documents in the correct page-by-page order, carefully putting sheet to sheet for fear of crumpling them.

"For God's sake! Can you stop being so infuriating? Fucking hell, Ashley! Go, I can manage that without you here! C'mon, leave!"

"I..."

"Go away!" Homelander screams at her, leaning over the table, starting to get a bit annoyed by her here. She nods and quickly runs away from the room, leaving them, Homelander and David, basically still kneeling before him, together.

"In my likeness, eh? Interesting. And what do you know about me?"

He looks down at David from above, enjoying the view. Whoever was behind the idea of creating this android is still worthy of at least a little praise, because David really does look incredible. Incredibly alive and real, who he wants to break as much as he wants everyone around him to conquer themselves.

"The information that was put into me when I was programmed includes basic information - Earth's greatest superhero, leader of the Seven, Homelander has superhuman strength and hearing, is able to fly, use x-ray vision, and release laser beams from his eyes," David stands up, passing all the papers from the floor to Homelander, slightly smiling. The robot's fingers lightly touch Homelander's and he only presses his lips together, quickly interrupting the touch.

"Boring."

"Perhaps you're more interested in my personal opinion?" David smiles, tilting his head slightly to the right like a child.

"You have your own opinion?"

"In addition to basic knowledge, the ability to analyse and draw personal conclusions based on what I've seen, heard, felt has been programmed into me. I also understand human emotions, though I don't have the ability to feel them myself. On this basis, yes, I have my own opinion."

"Go ahead."

David is silent for a few seconds, looking at the Homelander across from him, sitting in the chair, trying to look relaxed. The robot notices the slightest movement of the tense muscles under the suit and exhales. It's not going to be nice.

"You seek understanding around you, at least one person who can truly appreciate you as a person. Deep childhood trauma. Probably an underlying self-hatred that leads to a desire to be the best of others, to be a few notches higher."

Homelander jumps up, bending over the table, pulling David to him by the scruff of his T-shirt, looking him straight in the eye, seething. The android notices the red sparks in the other man's irises and fixates on that alone for a few seconds, ignoring the tight grip. The man hisses at him, quietly, pulling even harder on him, causing David to wriggle uncomfortably.

"You... Piece of metal. You don't understand anything about me! A useless set of elements! I could break you with a touch if I wanted to."

"But you don't want to. You're interested. You want to explore me as something new and available only to you. Why not?"

David just smiles, looking into Homelander's eyes, still focusing on sparks. They are starting to disappear slowly and AI sighs.

"Yeah... Why not? You're right. When is your first official media promotion?"

He lets go of the android, sitting back in his chair, grinning.

"In a week, next Sunday. Ashley said it's better to give us some time to used to each other before," he replies, still standing on opposite side of the table, looking at Homelander. They really are similar. Too similar not only in a look but even in behaviour and it makes David exited.

"Fuck her. Don't even pretend to take care of what she's saying, stupid bitch. You have to listen only to me, David, understand?"

"Yes. I understand."

"Good boy."

Good boy. No-one else called David like that and it's... Strange? Nice? Clearly pleasant. He likes it. And he wants to be a good boy. Just for Homelander.

#homelander #the boys #david 8 #alien covenant #alien rometheus #homelander/david8 #fanfic #fanfiction #fandom #antony starr #michael fassbender

[madam-melon-meow]

Are you interested in a humanstuck/monsterstuck no sburb au? Do you slowburn Pepsicola and Vriskan? Does 300k+ words sound like heaven? Have i got a fic for you!

"Dave, are you alright?" Kanaya asked. He looked at her, snapping his finger-guns and smirking.

"You know me, I'll be cool as a cucumber. A little forest fire can't cramp my style." He flashed a glance towards John, who was still standing near Tavros, accepting a congratulations from Gamzee. "John might be a little rattled though."

"Worried John's sick bars will attract Gamzee's attention?" She teased, waggling her brows exaggeratedly. "I have to say, it was fascinating to watch the two of you get so passionate about the art form. Probably for the best you decided to battle via proxy, as the heat might have gotten a tad too intense if you and Gamzee had gone toe-to-toe once more."

"You should leave the matchmaking to your shipping friend," he responded, shaking his head. "Gamzee ain't my type. Too lanky, for one thing, what with all the shapeshifter noodling the dude likes to do. And, he makes me too squeamish. Makes it hard to get to know the guy." Hell yeah, played that off great.

Kanaya laughed knowingly. "I suppose you prefer your amorous targets to have a bit more substance to their form, hmmm?" She gestured loosely in John's direction, the motion unfocused. "A certain strapping young lad, a long-time friend to boot, seems to fit your specifications to a T."

Oh fuck. How did she know?!? He kept that shit on lock, he was absolutely certain of it. He couldn't risk letting his feelings slip. John still called Rose a homosexual, there was no way he'd ever be interested in him.

"Did Vriska feed you some hella illegal gossip from spying on my brain?" He blurted out, remembering the vampire's supposed powers, and the hells of non-platonic thoughts he'd had for John while crawling towards him on the Egbert's kitchen floor, which he'd done in full view of her. Stupid .

"I knew it ," Kanaya exclaimed triumphantly. "And no, Vriska hasn't said a thing. I used my sibling powers to ascertain the obvious, if I might be quite frank."

"Man, I liked it better when we were joking about me liking Gamzee," he muttered. "At least I'd have a chance if I was actually into the guy."

Get him to shapeshift into John, an intrusive thought stabbed into Dave's brain. He repressed it- coolly.

"What, you don't think you'd have a chance with John?" She asked, a little too loudly for a sober person. He winced, squirming at the question, not ready to lay it all bare and justify the mental hoops he'd been jumping through every time he thought about it. Especially not at a party full of people who probably had super-hearing.

"Kanaya, he doesn’t even know I’m bi, if we’re being real, I'm a double-edged sword and all- but I got a sheathe." he replied, exasperated. "I’m pretty sure he thinks Vriska is the coolest thing since ice pops- hell, you might have some competition if you aren't careful."

"Wha- competition?!? " She sputtered, her face flushing. "What the hell are you talking about?"

Now he had the upper hand. He snickered, rolling his eyes. "Sibling powers. Duh. You keep making moon eyes at her. Big ass fucking goo-goo-ga-ga-mommy-give-me-milky shit, but, y'know, blood instead of milk." He gestured at the vampire, who was chatting with the dudes rocking animal limbs. "She’s not so bad, aside from morally, if you're waiting for your big bro’s blessing."

Will Kanaya finally make a move? Read The Good, The Bad, and The Alternative to find out!

#homestuck #kanaya maryam #vriska #vriska serket #kanaya #dave strider #john egbert #vriskan #pepsicola #hom3stuck #the good the bad and the alternative

[katscki]

just watched a movie were this boy jumped into the end of the pool and he cant swim and made the life guard (whos a girl) jump in and save him and give him mouth to mouth. he has my respect and i now knw what to do when i go to the pool or at boxing <3

omg i was gonna do a fic like this a while back and then i forgot about it!!!! YOU SMART LITTLE THING YOU SMOOCH SMOOCH SMOOCH

High Tides

barely edited sorry and the name kinda doesn’t fit bc it isn’t at a beach but i liked it so i’m keeping it 😤‼️

lifeguard!bakugou x fem!reader

wc: 797

You had thought that coming to the new town pool would be a total drag this summer, but how can you not go back when he’s there.

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You had come here out of sheer boredom. Of course, this wasn’t your first place to spend your summer vacation from college, but all your friends were either still at school or on trips far away from home. Hanging out with your parents wasn’t an option even if you had wanted it to be because they worked day and night.

You hadn't intended on swimming only coming to tan so you lay out your towel on one of the lounging swim chairs rather than the itchy grass counterpart. But before you yourself could lay down with it, a blonde tuff of hair caught your eye. The strange hairdo piqued your interest enough to let your eyes wander further down to see the tall muscular body attached. You continued to ogle him whiles he was turned away only snapping him out of your gaze when he turned to you.

You were never one for showy bikinis, but you decided to wear one today to cover the most ground when you sunbathed, and you have never been so happy with a decision in your entire life.

Bakugou turns back around to Kirishima to resume their conversation, “Her? Yeah, she’s hot so what? Probably wasn’t looking at me anyways, shitty hair.” He said gruffly.

“Are you KIDDING ME?! She was practically undressing you with her eyes man, cut the nonchalant tough boy act, you know you think she's pretty. I mean commmee onnn if I were you, I would be all over that, not stop being a little pissboy and get her number!” Kirishimas enthusiastic tone didn’t do much to calm his nerves.

“Maybe later, my breaks almost over.” He mumbles before returning to his stand.

About twenty minutes ago you had decided to switch to lying on your back to tan your front but the sun beating down on you was becoming more and more noticeable by the second, practically sweating bullets.

Finally, the heat was too much for you to ignore, so maybe a dip in the pool wouldn’t be so bad. Making your way over to the edge of the pool you sat first then slowly slipped in. Trying to look good just in case there were lingering eyes from a certain someone. You swam out a bit just enjoying the coolness of the water until some stupid kid jumped in without even looking in front of him kicking you clear in the stomach when he came in.

You would feel embarrassed if it weren't for the growing feeling of being winded taking over. The lack of air making it to your lungs as you struggled to breathe, making it increasingly difficult to keep yourself up, ultimately letting you pass out in the water.

Bakugou saw the entire thing making a move to go scream at lecture the kid for what he did before he noticed you laying limp in the water. He blew his whistle yelling for everyone to get out of the water when he dove in and carried your smaller than his, seemingly lifeless form out of the water.

When you had woken up from lack of consciousness, you saw him kneeling above you, his face so close to yours, like he was going to perform mouth to mouth one more time. Everyone was quiet except one person. You look over to your side to see the red-haired lifeguard lecturing the child about looking before they jump. You would have kept your gaze there due to tiredness if it weren't for bakugou gently moving your head back to face him.

“You alright? Shit... I mean of course you're not, you almost just drowned-” He silently scolds himself for his awkwardness. But you paid no mind to his stumbling words, only the low baritone of his raspy voice, and the feel of his hand on your face.

He continued to look down with furrowed brows, confliction visible in his features, it’s only when you speak with the prettiest voice he’s ever heard does he forget about it. “Yea I'm okay. Thanks to you at least.” You smile at him and in the background hear everyone resuming their aquatic activities now that you're awake. You sit up to make your throbbing head feel better when he speaks again, “s my job. Any of us woulda done it, plus I probably would have gotten sued if I didn’t.” He joked

“Well don’t I feel special,” You giggle. “My um my name’s Y/N by the way.”

“You can call me Katsuki,” He leans down to whisper in your ear so no wandering ears can listen, “And I'm sorry, maybe I can take you out for dinner, somewhere real nice, make you feel special then.”

You turn your head to lock eyes with him again, “Yeah. That sounds nice.”

TAGS 🏷:

@trafalgar-lau @mybabekatsuki @loving-katsuki @ariavaana

#mha #bakugou #bakugou fluff #bakugou imagine #bakugou katsuki #bakugou x reader #bnha #katsuki x reader #bakugou x you #fanfic

[thedawningofthehour]

Are you ever going to write out the kidnapping fight between Donnie and draxum?? I want to know more about it so bad. Was it a close fight? Did draxum even say anything or did he just start trying to grab Donnie

Oh! I did a long time ago, like before I even published the fic. Originally I was going to put it right before the last Donnie chapter, where he's hypnotized and 'becomes' Galois, but with the decision to put it after that chapter I just felt like it broke up the tension too much. In a bad way.

I also thought it was kind of unnecessary, considering pretty much all the information given during it is relayed in the story one way or another, but in retrospect it might have served to include it. It gives extra weight as to why being choked is such a trigger for Galois and why he frequently feels deprived of air when he's panicking. Not to mention it would have reinforced how Donnie's stuff was planted for the fam to find and Donnie didn't do any of that himself-apparently I wasn't super clear about it, some people were still confused at the end of the fic.

Regardless, I dredged it up from the master doc! This is literally first draft shit so don't get your hopes up too much-literally, the only thing I changed since typing it was correcting 'vibes' to 'vines', because I did that several times for some reason. It doesn't even have any intro. You can also tell that is was written very early in development because I hadn't even decided on what the twins were fighting about and was using 'what movie are we going to see?' as a placeholder argument. (they were going to see Captain Marvel) And it was before I started using accents while writing, so bō is just bo. I'm reading it over and I'm really not happy with it at all-it's very short, which is fitting, I wanted the readers to get the feeling that this all happened very fast and feel a sense of panic. But I'm not really getting that from Donnie, he seems pretty blasé about the whole thing. I've thought about reworking it and maybe publishing it as a sideshot. Meeeeeh. We'll see.

No, that wasn’t fair. He sighs. Really, Leo deserves to be full of it more than Donnie does. He’s good at everything. Practically effortlessly. He can fight, do sports, talk to people, pick up instruments and be great at them in a heartbeat, understand long division, and look great while doing it all.

Donnie can do science. That’s it. And he’s very good at it, but it seems like it’s becoming less and less useful to the team lately. He’s becoming less and less useful.

It’s not Leo’s fault that he’s gifted. It’s not his fault that Donnie’s jealous. Donnie’s just being an asshole.

An asshole who can’t even go see the movie he just staged an epic fight over. He and Leo had fought for so long they missed the start time of both their movies.

He pulls up the theater website on his phone. The next showing of his movie was in three hours. God, this was so stupid. They could have easily seen Leo’s movie first and Donnie’s later. It wasn’t like they ever bought tickets or anything. And to escalate the fight like that-ugh. They were both so dumb.

He clicks on the next day’s movie times, scrolling down to look for Leo’s movie. Then he realizes he can’t even remember what movie he had been so opposed to seeing.

Donnie groans. He should head home. Leo will definitely beat him, but maybe he’ll have cooled off as well. Maybe they can watch a Jupiter Jim movie on Donnie’s tablet and drink the wine coolers Donnie totally didn’t steal from Dad’s minifridge. Maybe they can-

Something purple abruptly enters his vision, smacking his phone away and sending it skipping across the pavement. Donnie whips his head around. “Hey!”

Another vine comes straight at his head. Donnie ducks and rolls forward, retrieving his bo. One button push, one swipe, and the vine is cut free.

There he is. The big blue goat-man, standing on the parapet and looking down at him haughtily. He raises a hand, sending a few more vines Donnie’s way. Donnie twists, evading and slashing.

“Look, I’m really not in the mood. Can I just pay you to pretend you lost and we do this another time?”

A vine wraps around his ankle, yanking it out from under him. Donnie swipes his bo down, freeing himself and pinwheeling his legs until he’s back on his feet. He blocks another vine, bringing up his flamethrower attachment.

“What? No big villain speeches? Not even any playful banter?”

“Sorry. Funny, joke-around Draxum isn’t here today.”

A vine shoots out and wraps around his bo, yanking it away. Donnie grimaces. Alright, if that’s how he wants to play. He dodges the next few vines, bringing his gauntlet up. He twists to free his other hand, bringing up the command to send the help signal.

Then one of Draxum’s vines snake around his gauntleted arm. Donnie shifts to slip out of it-but they suddenly constrict, bending, pulling-

And there’s a very loud CRACK! sound that seems to steal all the air out of Donatello’s lungs.

“I would have preferred not to do that,” Draxum says calmly. “But I can’t let you have that stick back. You’ll hurt yourself.”

Donnie reaches back, fumbles for one of the hidden compartments on his battle shell. He draws out his emergency survival knife and swipes, cutting himself free.

Fuck, this is bad, this went bad fast. He doesn’t know where his phone landed and one glance at his gauntlet confirms that the screen is busted. He can’t call for help like this.

He turns and runs. He can worry about his phone and bo later. He can worry about the broken arm later. He needs to get away from here.

And then his feet are off the ground. He twists to see Baron Draxum right behind him, his stupid little hands wrapped around Donnie’s battle shell. He tries to jab his elbow back, but he can’t get a good angle. He kicks, but if Draxum even feels it he doesn’t react.

Desperate times. Donnie reaches up and hits the emergency release on his shoulder.

His battle shell releases, dropping him to the ground. Donnie isn’t poised to land standing up, but he manages to twist to avoid jostling his broken arm too much. The landing sends shocks through his legs and his healthy arm, but he can deal with that. He needs to move.

He scrambles away on three limbs. He doesn’t know if he can stand up right now. He can’t afford to test it. He can’t afford to waste two seconds getting to his feet. He needs to go, get away.

He can jump. Would a fall from this height kill him? If he allows his shell to take the brunt, he might survive. He’ll worry about the injuries later. He needs to get away from Draxum.

He pulls himself up over the parapet. He doesn’t look down, doesn’t hesitate, just pushes-

A vine wraps around his throat. Donnie grabs at it, but it’s already lifting him into the air. He chokes. His vision goes hazy.

Then he can breathe again. A vine slithers up his body and wraps around his torso, pinning both broken and unbroken arms to his side. Donnie opens his mouth-but the vine that had just wrapped around his throat inserts itself between his teeth, curling around his head and coming back around to cover his mouth. Donnie kicks, but the vines have him in the air. Draxum motions for the vines to bring him in closer.

“I’m impressed,” he says, looking Donnie up and down. “Even though your true strength lies in your mind, your fighting skills have not suffered. Still room for improvement, but there always is.”

Donnie glares at the man with as much hate as he can muster.

“Now, if you will stop resisting,” Draxum says, opening up a portal behind him. “We have much to go over, and I would prefer not to have to injure you again. Come along, now.”

Draxum motions for him to follow as he steps into the portal, like Donnie has a choice.

#i'm so sorry if this is disappointing it's SO rough #god so many bits are way too vague or super clunky #doth #doth asks #donatello #baron draxum

[sugarrspice]

{Warnings for: mentioned past gore, mildly unhealthy dynamics.}

Chase tilts his head back, shutting his eyes. The sunshine isn't nearly enough to penetrate the chill that settles onto his skin, but if he really thinks about it for a moment--

He can almost pretend that he can feel warm again.

The fog lapping at his feet curls into swirling eddies, and he wafts a foot through it, dismissively, without opening his eyes. The Quiet, in his opinion, had no fucking right to get all hissy; it got fed in the end, didn't it?

If vaguely-sentient manifestations of fears could be irritated, he imagines it would be. His face cools, and he doesn't bother to open his eyes; he doesn't want to see if the Quiet had decided to--

The cold edge of a blade settles at his throat, and Chase's eyes snap open.

Anti smirks down at him.

"I should've slit y'throat for comin' here in the first place," he says, in lieu of a greeting, and Chase rolls his eyes.

"Do you want me to thank you on my knees or the like? Because I can tell you, as far as pick-up lines go, that was your worst one yet."

Anti snorts, seemingly against his better judgement, but doesn't move the knife. That's fine; so long as he isn't actively trying to gut Chase, then he's in a good mood, and if Chase isn't stupid and doesn't set him off with something like blood, then they can both walk away.

He leans back in his chair, easing the pressure on his throat. He's not surprised that nobody's paid them mind; Anti may be built to draw the eye, but Chase's long used to gently parting the crowd's attention around him. It never fails to piss off the avatar, which is honestly only sweetening the deal in his eyes.

"Did you want something?"

"You're not in the position to be demanding," Anti tuts; he presses the knife down harder, and Chase leans back a little further. He doesn't want to have to end this with clearing out before Anti's bloodlust; that's just... a hassle, and he was looking forward to a nap in the sunshine. Woe is him, he guesses.

In the face of his irritation, the Quiet scatters, the fog lifting off of his bones. It always seems to do this around Anti; something about him sets Chase's teeth on edge, and makes him itch.

"You're the one interrupting my nap," he points out, bitchy as he knows how to. If Anti's going to piss him off enough to ruin his nap, he can return the favor.

Anti rolls his eyes, and finally sheathes his knife with an entirely unnecessary spin, hopping up to perch on the edge of the table. Chase thinks idly about flipping it to unseat him; decides it'd be too much work, and instead kicks at Anti's leg.

"If you wanted to be taller, you could've stayed standing. I didn't invite you."

Apparently ignoring his input in the entirety, Anti leans back, pinning him down beneath a surprisingly heavy gaze, dark eyes oddly thoughtful. The back of Chase's neck prickles, and he forces himself to meet it, staying as relaxed as he knows how to. "Tired of playing at the Institute's lapdog?"

Chase raises an eyebrow. Is that how they're playing this?

"Funny you say that," he says mildly, "given that I heard you got scruffed out of the Institute like a misbehaving pup."

Anti bares his teeth in a snarl, and the knife makes a reappearance, flickering between his fingers in a very present threat. Chase just smirks, fiddling with the leather cords wrapped around his wrist.

"Nobody's going to miss an upstart Lonely avatar," he warns, voice barely more than a growl. Chase shrugs.

"That's sort of the point, isn't it?"

Anti's knife thunks into the wood of the table before him, and Chase stills, carefully watching him.

"Cut the shit. What're you here for?"

"The world doesn't revolve around you and your homicidal inclinations," Chase says drily. "I literally wanted to get some sun. Simple as that."

Anti's scowl smooths out, and Chase watches his growing smirk with no small amount of trepidation- which, bad move, he realizes, moments later as Anti's pupil's dilate like a hound that's caught a scent.

"Oh, I'm the obsessed one?"

"By nature, you literally are," Chase starts, and Anti barrels over him without a second thought.

"You've shown up at my fucking apartment like a fucking omen of death, hours past midnight, and you keep running, like you're expecting me to chase."

"You do," Chase feels obligated to point out. If he's going down, Anti's coming with him, hand in unlovable hand. "You very much do. You keep showing up like you're expecting a chase. Making a very good case for a Hunt avatar there."

Anti doesn't really dignify that with an answer; he doesn't, for anybody. Nobody's got a clue about who he serves, and the last person who tried to force it out-

Chase remembers watching, dispassionately, as Anti had gutted the man from throat to pelvis, opening him up like a present.

Henrik's guessed Hunt. Jameson thinks Web-- ironic, really. Jackie guesses Desolation or Slaughter. So it goes.

Chase's long been content to stop guessing.

He props his chin on a hand, studying Anti. "I'm tapping out for today. Find your fucking meal somewhere else."

Anti grins, wide and toothy, the piercings in his lips catching the rapidly weakening sunlight. "Who said I'm giving you a choice?"

He considers this. Levers himself up out of the chair, slowly enough to not immediately set the other avatar off.

May as well enjoy the period he's got without the Quiet hissing in his ears.

"So long as you know you're going to have to work for it," he says, channeling a flippancy he doesn't feel- and that he knows Anti smells.

Anti's grin only widens, canines catching the light; that's answer enough for Chase to slowly back into the crowd.

(Anti will catch him. Anti always does, and it rankles less than he thought it would, blood warming long-cold fingers.

Chase wonders how long it'll be before Anti realizes he's been caught himself.

Chase wonders if he'll be able to outrun Anti, then.)

#a menagerie of fears #antiaverage #egoshipping #ego shipping #anti x chase #spice writes #A fic written based off of my sheer joy over the fact that it was pleasant enough to walk today without a jacket. #(It's not exactly soft; but I've also been itching to write something to get the restlessness out.)

[khaleesiofalicante]

The IALS story was everything, Max and David are everything and it couldn't have been more perfectly imperfect than that, it was so them so thank you for this amazing doze of serotonin!🤗

“Not necessarily,” David shakes his head again. “Max, what happened, it didn’t just happen to me. It happened to both of us. Just because our wounds are different, it doesn’t mean we can’t share our pain.”

This line did it for me honestly, because in most of your fanfics, especially LBAF, Max is so obsessed with fixing things for David and helping him that he forgets that whatever's happening affects him too. That's why he can't be Other Max, those things aren't happening to Other Max, he has other stuff to deal with (see what I did there?) , the shit that happens in the current timeline is affecting both of them and they need to start healing and hurting together. That's the dream, I really hope they realize and fix this.

The Jaden content made me remember how much I didn't like him, I was half expecting Lance to show up and start roasting him, and now I can't stop thinking about Lance running into Jaden again, pure ✨️comedy✨️, which also made me wonder Max's reaction if he finds out that David called him? I can see that conversation going pretty bad and then better.

I forgot how much I enjoy David perspective, personally I relate to him a lot as a character, and I've found myself having similar problems or views so I really missed reading his inner thoughts. I also missed him simpimg over Max, that's just adorable.

Like real people do was what I didn't know I needed it was amazing, again it was absolutely brilliant🩷

PS: Was that how you always envisioned this scene going or was it easier for you to write it after all this time? Like when you finished it you had the mentality of Mavid trying to heal but after time passed it was like something cooled down and it was easier to imagine them getting closer?

PPS: People who can't take no for an answer suck and should burn in hell, honestly as someone who has a problem setting certain boundaries, it's so annoying when you have finally mastered the courage to say no and some people just disregard it. Stupid idiots, let's hope they find their lost empathy at some point🌼

Helloooooo.

I'm glad you liked the story. And yes, that's one of my favourite quotes too, because Max is one of those people who forgets about his own pain when his loved ones are hurt and I WANNA SHAKE HIM AND BE LIKE BITCH YOU ARE HURT TOO.

Originally, I wanted David to tell Max that he called Jaden. But it seemed unnecessary tbh - and it would've taken focus away from the real story. So, I decided against it. That man has caused enough drama.

I miss David perspective too :(

It was definitely not easy to write it right after IALS. Like I couldn't even picture it - because it was almost as if they were still healing inside my head. It's like saying 'get well soon' but without the 'soon' part, because I wanted them to take their time. I was willing to wait for them because I knew whenever the story would come to me, I'd be willing to write it. There were certain bits and pieces that I knew would be in this scene, including Max feeling insecurity about his appearance and David reaching out to Jaden, and the whole thing happening randomly, as if their hearts were healed and they didn't know about it and it randomly hit them like 'oh'. I hope that makes sense!

PS - Those people really do suck and there is nothing more despicable than disrespecting consent!

Love you.

#IALS

[simmonsized]

It’s okay, rambles are fun to read. Anything that talks about a character I like is inherently entertaining by default.

I just realized how much I’ve been sending you asks, I apologize. This is way more than I planned but it’s just really fun.

That’s true too, about like the older guardians. I recognized that they’re harder to talk about like we do with the strilonde Guardians, so general thoughts about them are cool too!

It’s very sweet how much Alpha Rose cares for her brother :)

Mom and Bro are my favorite subjects, mainly because their history is so unavailable. It’s just pure speculation. We get hints of it with Mom because she works for Skaianet but Bro? What the fuck is his deal?

We can say the same thing for Alpha Dave and Rose and we can just assume they had a similar upbringing in some ways, but that just brings us back to “what was up with you guys??”

Okay, it’s Mom and Bro time because ofc I have to ask about them again. Still pretty interested in that traveling stuff that’s been hinted in your fic.

Also, I just reread some of the Bro POV chapters and I love when they hug. This one person I was talking to jokingly described them as the unstoppable force and immovable object. I thought it was the cutest shit ever. I just wanted to share that.

Hello sorry I put off answering this because I've been busy BUT

yes, alpha rose and dave are stupid codependent and it is tragic and silly but they'll be okay. one day.

but who cares about them (me) MOM AND BRO AM I RIGHT OR AM I RIGHT?????????????????????????

(RNG canon stuff obviously) I feel like it would be spoiling what i call the (well i call it by my name but for simplicity we'll say my url) deserts cinematic fic universe where i just. have connecting plot points between all my works for no goddamn reason BUT

Basically the little headcanon is that Mom and Bro were on their own in their respective Places (New York, Houston) for the first thirteen years of their lives. Canon to the Skaianet logs (once again, cringe and bad but like, works for me thematically), Harley set them both up with financials, but we'll assume they didn't have real access to them. I like to think it was Nanna who eventually couldn't fucking take how badly these two little punks were doing anymore and insisted on intervening. Bro was up to some. Not good shit lol it involved swords. Mom was just being a brat somewhere

ANYWAY due to the obligations of the session and timeline they couldn't KEEP them (nanna had a husband and son and a job to do after all and harley is. well. harley) but they did a lot of VISITING, mostly flying to washington to stay with nanna for the summers, and sometimes bro would even get flown to new york if harley was in town. grandpa let roxy visit the island (once) but never bro. go fucking figure (though if hiveswap is to be believed he did have a creepy old house in the woods too LOL). it came to a head when they were 16, and nanna and grandpa decided they were old enough to be sat down and told about The Stuff (though in my world guardians always kind of Know though whether that comes with age or not, who is to say, but like, u know, basically laying out the feeling for them into a concrete idea.

Bro already knew that all, ofc

grandpa tells mom that she's gonna be getting the house and stuff and then she and bro get into a fight abt it bc he loves her but he's so horribly bitter and jealous and already knows he's going to die yes i guess this is spoillies but whatever, and anyway that is how they like, friend breakup. Bro goes back to doing his fucked up sword thing, Mom waits for the house to be built.

once the house is built she invites bro back to new york but he's Different Now in a way she can't explain and it's so obvious his heart is all closed off and he just. sucks!!! god that guy sucks but i love him

ANYWAY YES they used to spend summers in different places but always houston, wa, or new york and stuff together! and they'd share a suitcase bc mom would constantly lose hers, so bro would always underpack so he conveniently had room for her.

anyway they love each other but have deeply hurt each other

razzle dazzle

#me rambling at length for silly purposes obviously #the run and go fic #sort of lol #technically it's spread through like #waves hand lol #u know #BUT STILL!!!!!! #i could talk about them all day but show vs tell etc etc hahaha

[silverloreley]

I need a bit of a distraction right now so I’ll write a bit about the importance of keeping your head cool in emergencies.

You see, my mom is a panicky type, like, full blown jumping-to-conclusions assuming-the-worst, shouting “they’re dead“ type. My brother is pretty much the same, with the added trouble of not being able to hear/follow directives unless they’re very clear and repeated more than once (he was never diagnosed for any neurodivergence but I have my suspicions he may be in the autism spectrum or have ADHD, but that’s another discussion).

This means, in a crisis, you can’t really count on them being useful, unless you’re ready to deal with that with top-tier calm. Usually, that’s my dad’s job, he’s the one who manages to keep his cool in the house. Unless the emergency involves him, which means he can’t give effective directives due to a lack of objectivity.

Me? I have anxiety. Which usually means I am physically unable to be calm, I always think the worst, worry a lot and so on. But I do it in my mind. Which means 1) I am able to ponder on the possibilities and consequences and 2) I am used to disguise and somewhat control my panic for moderate timespans (afterwards I collapse, I’ll get to that later).

Anyway, panic is always your enemy. Jumping to conclusions and not keeping your head cool can lead to disasters even in daily life.

Which brings me to today. Actually, not even an hour ago (and the reason I need to calm down).

I was in my room when I hear my brother, somehow panicked, ask-shouting to know if dad is on the terrace. Mind you, my dad who was not home yet, to my knowledge. He heard my dad call, didn’t hear exactly what he said and jumped to the conclusion my dad must be on the terrace and needed a hand with something up there.

He was more than half wrong, but wihout listening and just saying us “dad must be up I’ll go see what is it“ he ran upstairs.

My mom, who knew dad couldn’t be upstairs because she has been near the entrance door and would have heard him go up, went to check the road to see if the motorbike was back.

And here the real Panic started. The first thing she did was shout my dad’s name, the immediate next was “he’s dead“ (you see, I wasn’t exaggerating, I almost had an heart attack at that). Cue her running downstairs, without telling me anything, without keys and, I assumed, without a clue of what may have actually happened or what to do.

Now, I know three things: 1) we live in a road with scarce visibility (lots of almost-incidents and I lost count of how many cats run over) and our driveaway has bad pavement, 2) my dad was out with the motorbike; 3) my brother heard him call.

Conclusion, my dad must have fallen from the bike, most likely with enough energy and wits to call for my brother, who, by sheer dumb luck today, had his window open and no music on. (and now I wonder why the nosy neigbour who is always at her stupid balcony is never there when something happens, she could have alerted us, damn it!)

In my mind I was deadly afraid of a bloody scene, but, here’s the trick, this allowed me to spare two seconds to gather my wits and grab my phone and the house keys, call for my brother that dad was down and not up and reach out.

Now, the thing was that the wheel had slipped on a stone, dad fell down with the motorbike on him and his leg was stuck underneath. In the time my mother panicked, asked frantic questions without listening to answers and generally did nothing useful, I had figured out the situation was not life or death (my dad was conscious and lucid), shut down the bike and I would have picked it up too, if my dad had not insisted I waited for my brother, who was finally getting to the right place.

Cue figure out what to do next. First thing first, get the bike up and safely away from my dad, then find out how he felt, maybe take some weight from him (backpack and helmet first. Shit, I have to buy him a new helmet!) and decide on it.

In all of this my mom is still in full panic-mode, shaking like a leaf, two steps from collapsing herself, which would have not being useful at all, while my brother, appropriately directed, manages to be a lot more useful overall with helping dad stand and stay up.

The shoulder has clearly something wrong, it really sticks out in a weird way, my dad starts refusing to see a doctor because he probably doesn’t realize how bad it looks. Needs water and to sit down, and perhaps it would be a good idea to call at the very least our physiotherapist.

We manage to get dad home because he needs the bathroom and to sit, mom finally had cleared her head a bit and goes get changed to accompany dad to the hospital, but she’s still in enough panic she’s frantic and blabbers and can’t find stuff and I have to leave my brother with my dad and calm her down.

And now they (dad, mom, bro) are at the hospital (where no one can enter but the patient, due to the still up Covid restrictions), while I almost collapsed myself once they got out the door.

Act first, panic later is the best strategy, but damn! it takes a toll on you. I’m still shaking, my legs are trembling and I received no news so far. Hence this essay-delirium-retelling or whatever.

#personal post #my life