#how many milligrams of you are left in there

[constellation-sapphic]

Will Wood is so good at writing songs that devastate my psyche and are also a fucking jam

[ghoastixx]

Would these slashers make you take your meds? ageless and g/n reader

Includes: Bo Sinclair, Vincent Sinclair, Lester Sinclair, Bubba Sawyer, Nubbins Sawyer, Chop-Top Sawyer, Drayton Sawyer, Billy Lenz, Otis Driftwood, Baby Firefly, Billy Loomis & Stu Macher, Michael Myers (RZ), Carrie White, Hannibal Lecter & Will Graham, Brahams Heelshire, The lost boys

Content included: pills obviously though not specified, mentions of OD, urging to not take your meds (take your meds guys please), bad behavior, shame (kind of??)

Authors note: guys oml take your medicine don't listen to the murders. This is a work of fiction, your meds are here to help you. Trust me, I know it is a pain to take and or remember to take them, but they do help. Take them.

Inspired by me forgetting to take my medicine last night :(

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Bo Sinclair

yeah, Bo would make you take your meds

"I already have to deal with running this whole town, don't make me run your medicine schedule."

I don't think he'd care much, but he gets pissy if you don't tell him when you are in need of a refill soon and wait til last minute so he has to go into town THAT DAY, he gets so mad about it

"Don't even try that 'I forgot' shit again,"

He just needs someone else sane around here

overall 7/10 he keeps you straight but lets you regulate yourself

Vincent Sinclair

Yes, and gets serious about it

He knows exactly how many refills you have, how many are in your bottles, how many milligrams, all of it

Only because he cares though

He will let you deal with it yourself, but he always makes sure to check at least once a day to see if you did

Whether it's shaking your bottle like a bag of cat treats or passing you a little note, he knows that it is important that you stay on them.

10/10 really nice about it, just wants you safe

Lester Sinclair

"If we gotta pay for 'em, you're takin' 'em"

I think that sums it up pretty well

5/10, never checks but gets upset about it

Bubba Sawyer

Not sure if he entirely understands

He would eventually come to the connection that days you take them are better than days that you do not,

If you explain it to him, he will definitely make sure to check in.

He would urge you to take them, but that's about it, it's more so just a thing in your busy lives.

3/10, you could get away with not taking them

Nubbins Sawyer

Let me hold your hand as I say this, he thinks that if you don't take them, you will die.

He just kind of has the connection that medicine = sickness, no matter how many times you try to explain it to him

He gets so scared

please don't do that to him

He will watch you take them please just take them sweetie

"Are you going to die-"

10/10 please he's shaking

Chop-Top Sawyer

He understands and does not give a shit whether you take them or not

He gets his own prescriptions from the VA hospital and Drayton keeps them locked up and regulated because he's convinced Chop would overdose or snort them,

not that Drayton cares, he just has too much going on.

"Shit, you don't wanna take 'em? Give 'em to me, I'll take 'em for ya, now we're both happy."

Don't do that

Drayton will know

1/10 will eat them like tic tacs for you

Drayton Sawyer

"Don't take 'em, I don't believe in that woke shit anyways."

Once he sees your doing worse though? He's singing a different tune

"Come on sugar, I'm already dealing with enough loonatics"

he didn't mean it that way I swear

He gets paranoid that you're gonna give them to Chop so he locks them up with his and you both go to him each morning and bat your eyelashes as he unlocks the cabinet and counts them out for you like an old man

8/10 you can't go wrong with it

Billy Lenz

Hell no

Bro doesn't even take his own medicine are you kidding?

He actively avoids his medicine, left them all at the facility

If you want to take them though, he could care less, but he also sort of urges you not to

he's a dick like that

Lowkey wants to get experimental with it

"h-how would B-Billy's p-piggy react if I m-mixed them with the others piggys pills?" meanwhile he's like drooling and shaking

hit him

don't let him poison you like that babe

I feel like though that he'd be a dick and when shaking Claude's treat bag he'd shake your bottle like they were treats

again hit him with a frying pan, you deserve better treatment then this

-5/10 I would lose my mind

Otis Driftwood

He doesn't believe in medicine unless he has a hangover or HE'S the sick one

Kind of like Drayton he wouldn't care if you didn't wanna take them unless you start causing him problems,

he wouldn't be as nice about it though

"You want me to shove them down your throat? Huh? That what you want? Didn't think so."

Just save yourself the trouble and take them

1/10 I would cry I think

Baby Firefly

Unpopular opinion, she'd get you to take them

I feel like if you're cool enough that she's noticing you not taking your meds? She cares about you. She's not just gonna let you ruin yourself

that's her job

"Hey sweetheart, got you this spoon of peanut butter, totally not anything suspicious."

sometimes you have to do what you have to do

She would trick you into it

"Well you ain't any fun if you're just... having a bad day."

7/10 her heart is in the right place

Billy Loomis and Stu Macher

They both would be pretty adamant about it

Billy gets all worried that this could somehow lead to them getting caught

Stu cares more about how it's affecting you

I feel like if they found out you weren't taking them, they'd have a sit down talk with you about it

Billy would make a schedule, he seems like a schedule guy

Stu would probably work in bribes or do what I like to do and chant "SHOT SHOT SHOT" with your chaser

10/10 pretty simple not much to write home about

RZ Michael Myers

he doesn't care

after all the different meds he was pumped with? He doesn't want that for you

he doesn't understand that they could help you

he 'loses' them for you

0/10 the worst, take your meds guys they aren't bad

Carrie White

she gets worried, poor thing

"If they weren't meant to help you, the doctors would not have given them to you."

will hold your hand through it

she doesn't really understand why you struggle with it, but she is supportive about it nonetheless

"medicine is here to help us :)"

11/10 I love her

Hannibal Lecter and Will Graham

you're in troubleeeee

Will freaks tf out

He just knows how beneficial medicine can be and this is very irrational to him

Hannibal being a literal psychiatrist isn't very pleased with you

he finds ways to like cook them into food or hide them

??/10 I didn't know really what to do with this one

Brahms Heelshire

He doesn't really understand why you're so against taking them

Isn't medicine here to help us?

He gets upset cause how are you supposed to take care of him if you're having a bad day?

8/10 picks up on it so fast

The Lost Boys

Will make you a vampire so you don't have to take meds

[bananasofthorns]

America, Thankk You for the Mental Health Crises, but I Need You to Stop: An Analysis of Will Wood's "Marsha, Thankk You for the Dialectics, but I Need You to Stop"

I wrote this for my midterm in my Rhythm and Revolutions: Music and Social Change class, which examines the relationship between music/musicians and social change or social movements. It's a really fun class and this was a very fun essay to write. Please enjoy!

America is in a mental health crisis. Although there is no one thing to point at as the direct cause, there are two polarized viewpoints on mental illness that have exacerbated the issue into the ongoing crisis it is today. On one side of the divide are those who ignore mental illness and see it as a shameful weakness; on the other side are those obsessed with pop psychology and the pathologization of all aspects of human existence. In his song “Marsha, Thankk You for the Dialectics, but I Need You to Leave” from The Normal Album, Will Wood confronts both viewpoints in a parody of dialectical behavioral therapy.

The title of the song refers to psychologist Marsha Linehan, the creator of dialectical behavioral therapy (DBT). She hoped to treat patients struggling with therapy that focused on changing their thoughts and behaviors by instead teaching them to recognize how their different systems of thought influence each other and how to balance these reactions. At its core, DBT aims to synthesize contrasting views (Swales, 2009). Additionally, the American Psychological Association’s (APA) dictionary of psychology defines “dialectic[s]” as “any investigation of the truth of ideas through juxtaposition of opposing or contradictory opinions” (APA, 2018a). These concepts serve as the framework for “Marsha, Thankk You for the Dialectics, but I Need You to Leave.”

In an interview with New Jersey Stage, Wood explains why he based his song around dialectic theory: “I think the major directions people come from in the mental health discourse are both deeply flawed but mostly well-intended.” The two directions he focuses on in “Marsha, Thankk You” are of those who dismiss mental illness and those who define themselves by it. He also says, “The level of vitriol with which people identify with their often-extreme perspectives on the subject prevent the conversation from making serious progress.” In this song, he expresses his frustrations with the current conversations surrounding mental health, but he also hopes that the song will bring comfort to those struggling with their own uncertainty about mental illness, as well as push them to examine the ways they feel and speak about the topic (“Will Wood Releases,” 2020). He does so by contrasting the two above perspectives in a way that satirizes them both, highlighting how absurd he thinks both extreme sides of the conversation around mental illness are.

Throughout most of “Marsha, Thankk You,” Wood speaks to the listener as if they are someone who defines themself by their mental illness, whether or not that diagnosis is true or self-assigned. In doing so, he addresses issues that plague modern psychology and society, such as over-medicating and the increasing prevalence of pop psychology which pathologizes all aspects of being alive.

One problem with how mental illness is currently treated is the over-prescription of psychiatric drugs. In an interview with psychologist Lawrence Rubin, psychiatrist Allen Frances explains that the expanded diagnosis criteria in the Diagnostic and Statistical Manual of Mental Disorders, Fifth Edition (DSM-5), has led to over-diagnosis and over-prescribing. “Drug companies have become experts in selling the ill to peddle the pill,” he tells Rubin, meaning that these companies take advantage of the too-broad definitions in the DSM-5 to profit off of people who do not actually need medication but believe they do, based on an unnecessary diagnosis. (Rubin & Frances, 2018) “How many milligrams of you are still left in there?” Wood asks the listener in the song’s chorus (Wood, 2020), implying that their true self is being replaced by who they are when taking drugs that they rely on but don’t need.

He expands on his implied criticism of this attitude in an interview with Kill the Music. This perspective, he says, is pushing the belief that mental illness is inherently unfixable and is telling those who are mentally ill that, “[their] only hope is spending the rest of your inherently sick existence worshiping the chemical technology the heavens sent down to us through AstraZeneca,” a global pharmaceutical company. Wood finds this hopeless, over-reliant perspective to be unproductive. (Mohler, 2020)

He adds that these people also find it necessary to “fanatically identify with pop psychology platitudes,” (Mohler, 2020), which is the main issue he speaks against in “Marsha, Thankk You.” The APA dictionary of psychology defines “popular psychology” as “psychological knowledge as understood by members of the general public, which may be oversimplified, misinterpreted, and out of date” (APA, 2018b). Pop psychology has always existed, but it gained traction in modern times through self-help books and magazines. Recent years have seen the rise of mental health influencers–people who spread mental health knowledge and advice on social media platforms–which has led to even more pop psychology “facts” becoming general knowledge. As Wood pointed out in the interview above, people begin to rely on or obsess over the tips and tricks in pop psychology videos and self-help books. This leads to them defining their lives by a mental illness or psychological condition they may not even have.

Throughout the song, Wood’s lyrics point out how absurd this way of living is; he criticizes the lifestyle in the hope that people will realize the ridiculousness of what they’re doing and reassess how they think about themselves. “You could sing a pretty malady like a black canary, but a crow don’t know the smell of carbon monoxide,” he tells the listener in the first verse (Wood, 2020). “A canary in a coal mine” is an expression that indicates an early warning of danger, based on how coal miners used canaries to detect carbon monoxide. Wood likens the listener to a crow mimicking the real thing: it can make the noise, but it cannot actually do the job, and the listener can fake the symptoms of a mental illness but that doesn’t mean they actually have it.

The bridge of “Marsha, Thankk You” especially draws attention to pop psychology’s tendency to pathologize normal aspects of life. In this part of the song, Wood takes the stance he has been criticizing, singing as if he is the one obsessing over a perceived symptom or unnecessary diagnosis. “Doctor, what’s my prognosis if the studies show that / Disease is in the eye of the beholder?” he asks in the first two lines of the bridge (Wood, 2020). “Disease is in the eye of the beholder” is a play on the saying “beauty is in the eye of the beholder,” which means that everyone has their own standard of what is beautiful; in these lines, Wood says that pop psychologists redefine mental illness to be whatever they think fits them best, whether that is true or not. 

Throughout the rest of the bridge, he satirizes this attitude, ending the section by saying, “We’ll all sing when the bell curve rings in lyrics symptomatic of the way we think / If our harmonies don’t sync, we can change our voices / A chorus on condition of our diagnosis” (Wood, 2020). The bell curve refers to the visualization of statistical average, also known as “normal distribution” in statistics; this line ties the song into the themes of normality and conformity that Wood explores in The Normal Album. He is saying that all these people who buy into pop psychology beliefs do so because they want to feel “normal,” and pop psychology gives them ways to treat symptoms or actions that they see as “abnormal” (whether they are or not). When he adds, “If our harmonies don’t sync, we can change our voices / A chorus on condition of our diagnosis” (Wood, 2020), he means that these people change how they act or see themselves based on what the most recent pop psychologist (a self-help blogger, a mental health influencer, etc.) says their “symptoms” (pathologized human behavior) mean. They will do anything to fit into an acceptable box, even if that label doesn’t truly apply to them or doesn’t actually mean what they’ve been told it means.

All of “Marsha, Thankk You,” but especially the bridge, forces the listeners to examine how they think about their own mental health and whether or not they are susceptible to over-relying on pop psychology. However, the song is meant to be a critical comparison between two perspectives, so over-pathologizing is not the only attitude Wood discusses; he also comments on the opposite side of the spectrum, in which people dismiss mental illness entirely.

Attitudes towards mental health have changed drastically over time. The pop psychology trend is mainly prevalent in younger generations; in contrast, older generations are more likely to ignore or deride mental illness. According to Arielle Kanitz, director of dialectical behavioral therapy at FHE Health, the Silent Generation, Baby Boomer generation, and Generation X all carry a heavy stigma against mental health. For the former two generations, it was assumed that anyone being treated for mental illness was insane, and treatment for those outside that label was unheard of; for the latter generation, they “suck[ed] it up and deal[t] with it” (Robb-Dover, 2023). Even today, when conversations regarding mental health are much more normalized and acceptable, those attitudes and beliefs remain. 

Wood uses the choruses of “Marsha, Thankk You” to mock that perspective of mental illness. In the first chorus, he puts himself in the older generations’ shoes and sings, “Back in my day we didn’t need no feel-good pills and no psychiatrists / No, we just drank ourselves to death / And god damn it, we liked it” (Wood, 2020). The phrase “back in my day” is associated with reminiscing on the past, especially in a fond way, but oftentimes the past was not as good as it is remembered. Wood, speaking as the older generation, derides therapy and pharmaceutical drugs and in the same phrase lauds self-medication through alcohol. This contrast emphasizes the absurdity of dismissing valid treatments for mental illness in favor of ignorance and harmful coping mechanisms.

In the next two choruses of the song, Wood reiterates this criticism by increasing the disparity between the speaker’s judgement of modern mental health treatment and their acceptance of harmful ways to deal with the issue. In the second chorus, he replaces the second line of the quoted lyrics above with “No, we just bled out in our baths.” By following that statement with “And god damn it, we liked it,” (Wood, 2020), he points out how foolish it is to dismiss mental health treatment, because back in the “good old days” when that treatment wasn’t normalized, people killed themselves when they were unable to receive help. 

Finally, in the third and last chorus, he sings, “I said, back in the days of lobotomies and shock therapy and mad scientists,” (Wood, 2020) in reference to some of the common ways to treat mental illness that were prevalent in the late 1800s and early-mid 1900s. Not only were these methods later decided to be harmful and unethical, they were also mainly used on patients with more stigmatized mental illnesses like schizophrenia or bipolar disorder; if a patient was receiving these treatments, it was because they needed to be “fixed.” As a result, people who grew up when these treatments were more common still hold the attitude that mental illness is something bad or shameful, even when modern treatments (the “feel-good pills” and therapy that Wood mentions) are proven to be beneficial. This attitude means that these people refuse to reassess their own mental wellbeing, even when they are hurting because of it. Wood finds this attitude equally as unproductive and harmful as over-relying on pop psychology.

“Marsha, Thankk You” is meant to parody a dialectical behavioral therapy session in how it seeks to juxtapose two contrasting perspectives on mental illness. This becomes especially evident in the song’s outro, where Wood speaks as the listener’s therapist, forcing them to face harsh truths about themself. Regarding their identity, in relation to mental illness, he tells them, “It’s not the way that you were raised, or what the advertisements say / Not what you pay for, what you pray for, what you want, or what you say” (Wood, 2020). These statements address both perspectives that he has criticized throughout the song: the listener’s beliefs about mental illness should not solely be formed by the stigma they grew up with, nor by the self-help “guides” trying to sell them something. Their personal mental state, and any diagnoses they may need, are not reliant on what they buy into, what they hope for, or what they tell others (or themself) that they have. These lyrics summarize Wood’s goal with this song, which was–as he told New Jersey Stage–to get people to examine their attitudes towards mental illness and, hopefully, get them to become more comfortable with themselves.

He continues with the lyrics, “And I see your tendency to redefine disease by what you need / And I’m afraid I can’t prescribe the diagnosis that you seek” (Wood, 2020). This once again frames the listener as someone on the pop psychology side of the conversation, over-reliant on a diagnosis to tell them who they are. Wood, in the position of the listener’s therapist, calls out this behavior and refuses to enable it. He tells the listener, “and something tells me / You prefer to be sitting there flipping through those old issues of People,” (Wood, 2020), implying that the listener cares more about the pop psychology anecdotes in the magazine than the real help their therapist is trying to give them. This final observation drives home Wood’s criticism of this type of person.

The last line of the song is spoken; Wood states, “Well that’s our time, see you next week” (Wood, 2020), effectively ending the dialectical behavioral therapy session and the conversation between the two perspectives he contrasted in the song.

Actual DBT aims to find a balance between conflicting thought processes or ideas. However, in this case, Wood thinks it would be more beneficial to get rid of these attitudes entirely. The conversation between pop psychologists and mental illness deniers is “getting us nowhere,” he says in an interview with Kill the Music. “It’s a game of tug of war with the teams a mile apart and no objective judge. We don’t need to meet in the middle, we need to give up the game” (Mohler, 2020). Although he used dialectic theory as the framework for “Marsha, Thankk You,” he does not actually believe that there is any way for these perspectives to reconcile. Neither are helping America’s mental health crisis, and in fact it may be more beneficial to society if both sides did not exist at all in the extremes that they do.

[lunarneo]

So how many milligrams of you are still left in there

[dailywillwood]

So, how many milligrams of you are still left in there?

[sadoeuphemist]

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[bnsni]

REST

mouse-verse

"It's barely even ten, mouse — is that coffee on your table?"

YOU brought up the disposable cup : pale parchment rimmed with green and wagged it a little for him to see. The liquid sloshed and steam flared from the muddled veneer. Where he stood, teetering in front of your desk, his frown deepened — then, he sighed.

"I understand the forcefield parameter needs reforming. And, I understand it's not an easy task to manage. But the only thing you're working towards to, here, is killing yourself." He nudged it away from his periphery. "You hunkered down on two cups, already?"

"It's only around five milligrams of caffeine." You set it down; tack on your desk, frowning when it left a brown spot.

He pressed a digit against his temple, possibly to soothe the incoming migraine straining his circuits. "Adults are advised to consume at least less than four hundred a day. You've consumed double the quota."

" Less doesn't keep me awake." You stand up, trotting towards a metal rimmed cabinet holstered by left side of the wall.

"Less, keeps you alive." He scowls. "Don't think I'm not aware of what you've been doing up these recent nights. Those concealer under your eyes aren't so subtle, mouse."

You chuffed, sorting through the files. "Alright then, mister preacher. If you get to have a say then I do as well : how about the cubes of 'engex' I found tucked under your desk, hm? Not so preaching anymore, huh."

Prowl turns sharply away; his door wings pike up and you smiled. "Those are non-alcoholic. You brewed them, yourself."

"Indeed, I did." You grabbed a plastic bag. "And guess how much caffeine i've docked inside the engex?"

Prowl turns back, gritting his teeth. Smug brat. "Don't change the subject, mouse.You and I both know I've dealt with  far worse and a little lack of recharge isn't going to kill me. Which stands to reason,  your body needs  rest or the base is going to scour for another scientist that's at least not hell bent on killing herself."

"Already decided."

"Excuse me?" Prowl watches as you wrangle out a folded cushion from the bag: teal green of color, and rolled it across the floor.

You shrugged off your lab coat and underneath is a soft white tee with a modest neckline. Prowl isn't sure whether to turn away or keep looking.

"What are you doing." He says dryly.

You sat on the cushion, giving the spot beside you a prim pat. "We're at a stalemate. How about we counter the assault by caving in to a truce?"

Prowl stares at you for a moment, likely contemplating the need for fresh air through the open door, or the prospect of copping himself up inside your laboratory. Alone, together.

Doesn't seem so bad.

The cushion dips and cool metal curls around the side of your waist before pitting you close to his chassis. A warm kind of thrum pulses throughout your body and one servo molds against your cheek, cool to the touch, thumb on the plush of your lips.

Prowl tries not to sound amused through his solemn reverie. "If that's your suggested strategy, then I wouldn't want to know what many more would come if ever you're to take reign of the battle field."

You grinned and gave the digit a peck  "What can I say, officer? I did look for both logic and reason."

"It's still not very strategic." He murmers and his lips find the crook of your neck, nose a soft nestle against your jawline as he kisses it.

"Rest."

[aq2003]

how many milligrams of you are still left in there btw if u even care

[lexxspark]

Greened Out

Clapton Davis x reader

Overall gn!reader gender isn’t really specified here :3 lmk if I missed anything though!

A/N : hey guys thanks for reading! First fic since the damn renaissance (2015) this is also heavily inspired by Tednivisions story time about when he ate a 400 milligrams nerds rope💀

‼️mentions of the use of pot and smoking

Not proofread🙌🏻 wrote this this morning I think a ghost whispered this concept in my ear while I was sleeping.

A good night’s sleep. You’d think that’d be easier when you’re home alone but associating with Clapton Davis? Yeah idk about that. You were in the middle of drifting to sleep, wearing just some shorts and a band T-shirt you haphazardly grabbed last minute as something to sleep in, when you hear knocking at your window.

Normally this would be reason for panic, but when you look over to see a boy in a bright blue t-shirt, sunglasses dispute it being 11pm, you only sighed and walked over to the window to open it.

“Clapton what the fuck are you doing?”

“Listen, listen y/n okay? I’m-“ He paused and kindof stumbled a bit literally and over his words, but began again, “I need help ion- I don’t feel right.”

Then he gave you those eyes. Those stupid pleading puppy eyes.

You opened the window more to allow him to climb into your room. He did but almost fell flat on his face after his foot god caught in the window pane. He stumbled but fixed himself, standing straight and looking at you.

“What did you take Davis?” There was concern in your voice as you knew Clapton well and he didn’t do anything hard ever, nothing other than the occasional pot with his friends.

“Y/n im telling you all I took was an edible I don’t know what’s going on I’m like- I’m like aching every-time I touch something I can still feel it after and, and it feels like the room is spinning. It just I don’t feel right I think I was laced im telling you.” He said that last sentence while weakly pointing at the window, presumably at his friends.

“How many milligrams was it?” You asked, a very slight chuckle in your voice as you highly doubt someone had the brains to make a laced edible in the entire city of Grizzly Lake.

“Milligrams? Uhh what are those?” He furrowed his brows and squeezed his eyes shut making it look like he was really trying to remember what milligrams are.

“Oh my god.” You said under your breath as you walked over to Clapton and checked his pockets for the wrapper to his edible and to your surprise, you found a nerds rope wrapper crumpled up in his left shorts pocket.

“Wooah y/n” Clapton chuckled between his words, “Take me out before you get so handsy like that huh?” He gave you that big smile that may have made you blush, but your room was too dark to notice so you rolled your eyes instead.

“Relax Clapton, go sit down before you collapse on my floor okay?” You pointed to your bed as you started examining the wrapper.

“Yes ma’am.” Clapton said pouting and shuffling to your bed and plopping down at the foot of it, across from where you were standing.

That made you smile, the pout in his voice and the ma’am, he was such a sweetheart. However you and Clapton were on borderline opposite social circles. You only had a couple close friends where as Clapton was friends with practically everyone in town. Of course except for law enforcement. You liked him, of course you did. But everyone liked him and you just kind of figured that one of these days he’d meet someone cute and bubbly just as he is and forget about you. You were, however in your stubborn sarcasm, completely oblivious to Clapton’s shared fear. He thought that someday you would find some mature, older, more smart man to take care of you and forget all about him. So in return he followed you like a puppy everywhere, ensuring that you never would.

“Oh my fucking god Clapton.” Your eyes widened at the package.

“What? What’s wrong? Is it coke? Uh uhh what’s the one called? Oh my god Is it a Perc?” He was genuinely scared that he just took a Percocet nerds rope.

“No it’s still just weed but it’s 400 milligrams of it. Jesus Christ, Clapton it says ‘meant to be shared’ right on the package.” You pointed at it and handed it to him to read, all he did was squint you knew he didn’t even try to read anything on the package.

“Wow 400? That’s a lot. That’s prolly not a good thing is it?” He shook his head as he looked up at you, your brows furrowed with concern as u looked down at him.

“No, no it’s not.” Your eyes softened and shoulders dropped as you remembered he was still incredibly high and you were his only sober friend right now. “Have you eaten? Had water?”

“I ate an entire bag of family sized Cheeto Puffs, andd I also had a coke.” He smiled.

You tried your best to ignore his smile, “Okay well you need water, you definitely need water.” You walked over to your nightstand, Clapton’s eyes following your every move. You handed him the glass of water and he took a sip, realized how much he needed water, and proceeded to drink the entire thing.

“Jeez y/n do you have the air on blast in here? It’s like 40 degrees dude.”

“No, no you’re just cold, weed chills Clapton. Here.” You put the blanket around his shoulders and you saw him relax a bit into the blanket, still shivering though. This didn’t last however when he crawled up to where you were peacefully sleeping earlier and curled up into your pillows.

“Really?” You walked over to him and sat on the edge of the bed next to him, looking at him at first with annoyance, but then it caved as soon as you saw how cute he looked in your bed, looking up at you. You sighed in defeat, looking at the calendar on your door, and then back at Clapton. Your parents were away for the weekend, some thanksgiving thing with friends so you had the entire house to yourself for a while.

Clapton’s eyes never left yours and in your head you swore they would be your downfall. “Alright, Alright fine. You can take my bed I’ll just crash on the couch.” You smiled at him, breaking eye contact as you grabbed a spare pillow and started to turn to walk out of your room.

This made Clapton’s stomach drop. “No, nono, please.” He grabbed on your wrist, softly in a pleading hold, like if he let go he’d vanish into dust. “Please stay with me. I really don’t want to be alone like this.” There was genuine concern in his voice almost anxiety.

He gave you those stupid eyes again.

Before you could even realize what was going on you got into bed with him and laid down, Clapton Davis laying in your bed agonizingly close to you. However you could still feel him shivering. He studied your face, his expression never changing as he looked at your eyes. God he loved your eyes.

You looked back at him and gave him a soft look, looked up at the ceiling, and opened your arm so he could lay on your chest. He didn’t waste a second curling up to you. You felt your heart race and Clapton’s shivering subside. Part of you wondered if he was even still shivering or if he was faking it to get you to hold him, you didn’t really care either way.

Your hand found its way to Clapton’s hair, playing with it in a soothing way to get him to sleep off the edible for two he just took. Chances are he’ll wake up high in the morning. But that was a problem for tomorrow.

“Holyy fuck.” Clapton melted into your arms as u played with his hair almost whining at the contact.

“You okay Davis?”

“Yes, yes m fine just that feels really fucking good Jesus Christ don’t stop.” He whispered and mumbled at the same time, you felt his hands rub on your back and bunch up your shirt as someone to grab and hold on to.

“Wasn’t planning on it.” You smiled as you felt him calm, soon the shivering stopped. You and him lay in comfortable silence for a few moments until Clapton breaks it.

“Have I told you how beautiful I think you are?”

This caught you by surprise, all you could get out were a few “umms” before he started again, “You really are you know? You’re so smart and you’re funny. You deal with me and my stupid jokes. You’re just, you’re just you. And I really love that.”

He pulled away to look at you, meeting your eyes. You had no idea what to say to that. Even with him in your bed, you never thought that anything like that would come out of his mouth ever.

You paused, trying to come up with something to say, usually you’d have something smart or snarky to say but your entire mind blanked. All you could think about was him.

Even the 400mgs of marijuana in Clapton’s body couldn’t stop him from being cocky.

“Are you gonna let me kiss you orr?” He smiled again and you rolled your eyes opening your mouth to say something but he placed his hand on your cheek and kissed you before you could say anything else. You both sank into the kiss as it melted away years of anxiety that both of you had built up over each other.

As you pulled away his arms held you closer and he sank back into the crook of your neck leaving little peppered kissed on your collarbone.

“You don’t know how long I was waiting for you to do that.” You finally said, smiling while returning your hand back to his hair.

“You don’t know how long I was waiting for you to do that.” He laughed and you rolled your eyes again but smiled, kissing his hair. “Can I, can I be your boyfriend? You don’t know how much I care about you and I just- I want to be here for you always. Take care of you like you always do for me.” He mumbled that last sentence, thinking about tonight when you didn’t even hesitate to open your door, or window, and take care of him when he needed you. When you stayed without hesitation when he pleaded with you not to go. He wanted to treat you and show you how much he cared.

You wanted to say yes but you remembered he was high. A sudden fear flashed over you that he would wake up in the morning and not remember anything from tonight. You faltered when you said, “Clapton you’re high, are you sure you really mean that?” Fear of this all being an elaborate prank came across you, no way this was real.

It was like he could read your mind, that’s kind of how it’s always been. “I’m serious y/n. High words are sober thoughts right? If I wasn’t high I would never have the courage to ask you, or even tell you anything I just did. I’ve always thought you were beautiful.”

You sighed in relief, holding him closer.

“Let me be here for you like you are for me?” He pulled away so he could look you in the eyes, have gave you that pleading look again. “Please?”

You nodded and said, “Okay Clapton.” In such a whisper you weren’t sure he heard you, either way he kissed you again, this time you holding his face and running your hand through his hair. He loved it. He loved you. And you truthfully loved him. But you both on your own decided that a kiss was enough for the night and you were going to save the I love you’s for when Clapton’s sober.

He fell back into the crook for your neck and soon the both of you fell asleep like that. Finally getting a good nights sleep with each other in your arms.

A/N: congrats on reading my first tumblr posted fic!! might write a smut alt ended to this if it does good who knowwws:3

[salartmander]

So how many milligrams of you are still left in there?

Inspired by Will Wood's Marsha, Thankk You for the Dialectics, but I Need You to Leave

[voxofthevoid]

Shibuya Swap Wednesday #2, with the excerpt decided by this poll. It was close for a while at the start, and then it really, really wasn't. Glad to know my porn peddling is reaching the target audience 😂💜

On the fic end, shit continues to escalate, in terms of both the word count and the content. I'm 19k in, working on the 4th chapter, and it's still only the alt!Yuuji/canon!Gojou section. Granted, I don't think the other three sections will be as long, but still. I swear I used to be able to write oneshots and just short(ish) fic back in MCU.

Anyway, click through for a fuckton of porn. I wasn't kidding about the excruciating detail part. I also added a little bit of teasing/delay at the end, so now it's 1.6k. Enjoy?

“I wanted to get your thighs too,” Yuuji murmurs, mouth still pressed to Satoru’s ear, “but I got impatient. You look too damn good, Satoru.”

“Yuuji,” is all Satoru can manage, and he turns his head, and Yuuji’s there, kissing him good and deep, and his mouth feels hotter but tastes different, or maybe that’s just in Satoru’s head, brimming with images of that mouth making violent love to the whole of his torso. His head isn’t any clearer when the kiss breaks, but his tongue is sharper, soaked in heat. “Don’t put it on me. You just don’t have any self-control.”

Yuuji huffs against his mouth, and he’s so close that he should be just a blur of color, but Satoru’s eyes have never been that kind. He can see in exquisite detail every pore on Yuuji’s skin and every red–brown pigment in his darkened eyes.

“Alright,” Yuuji says, tucking his face into the side of Satoru’s neck, kissing the sensitive skin there. “I’ll make it up to you.”

But he doesn’t move, not immediately. Instead, more of his weight settles on Satoru. It’s not negligible; even his Yuuji is heavier than he looks, and this Yuuji must have ten or fifteen kilos on top of that, easily flattening Satoru against the mattress. He doesn’t mind, Limitless left inactive so he can feel every milligram of that crushing weight. It sinks through his skin, settling something that’s been squirming under his skin since he walked away from that doomed platform in Shibuya.

Satoru pulls his mind away from that, focusing on Yuuji. It’s not just his weight that’s distracting. Like this, Satoru can’t help focusing on the discrepancy between their bodies—his own nakedness and Yuuji’s many layers. From shoulders to hips, there’s the soft fabric of Yuuji’s jacket, and further below, there’s coarse denim pressed against the side of his legs.

There’s something seductive about it.

On top of him, Yuuji stirs with intent, unsticking his face from Satoru’s neck and pulling back entirely with a final kiss to his nape, and Satoru’s hardly complaining about the hands that roam his back or the thick thighs prying his own wider, but he wonders, too, what Yuuji was thinking, feeling, as he weighed Satoru down.

And then there are hands on his hips, yanking them sharply up, and the same hands prying his cheeks apart, and Satoru’s brain screeches to a raging halt.

Yuuji’s name shudders to life in his throat and leaps to his tongue.

It doesn’t survive the parting of his lips, dying as a punched-out noise as Yuuji licks a wet stripe from his balls to his hole.

I’ll eat you out until you cry, he said, calling it a promise, and Satoru will believe it when he sees it—feels it—but that doesn’t mean it’s not red-hot anticipation simmering in his veins, freezing his breath in his throat as he waits for more.

Yuuji gives him more—a thumb, dragging over Satoru’s hole before tugging it teasingly to the side. He clenches up on instinct the moment Yuuji lets go, and a hot tongue is there to taste it, tracing dirty, dripping circles along his rim before plunging inside.

Satoru clenches around that too, trying and failing to keep it there inside him. Yuuji’s tongue slides out, and the hollow feeling that follows is frankly unfair, too deep and yawning for how little Yuuji filled him, but Satoru’s not surprised, breathing raggedly through the desperate flutter of his muscles around hot nothing. Maybe he should be resigned to this, his body’s urge to surrender to heat and flesh, but Satoru’s never gone down easy, even when it’d have been good for him.

He turns his head to the side, freeing his mouth to ask, “Do we taste the same there too, Yuuji?”

Laughter trembles against his hole. That’s a first.

It’s Satoru’s whole body that clenches up this time, but Yuuji keeps his ass spread open, his hands utterly unyielding. His mouth isn’t any kinder, all wet heat and hot breath, and the only answer Satoru gets is the flat of that filthy tongue, laving over his hole messily enough to make him dripping wet. He has to force down a shiver, Yuuji’s spit warm on his skin until it isn’t, cooling as it trickles down his taint. It dampens his rim, leaves it soaked and throbbing around the tongue that thrusts past its clench, and Yuuji’s more forceful this time, burying the whole of that muscle inside Satoru in a single slide, but inside, it lingers, pressing greedily to overheated muscle.

Satoru is viciously aware of how his walls flutter around it, helplessly wanton.

The rest of his body’s no better, that simmering interest now an infernal fire, eating Satoru from the inside, but Yuuji’s mouth burns worse than anything inside Satoru’s body. His cock throbs in time with his rim, like it’s jealous. Greedy.

Satoru feels greedy, but Yuuji’s the one mouthing at him like he’s savoring the scent before the feast. There’s no hurry there, only hunger. That mouth never strays far from his skin, Yuuji keeping his face stubbornly buried between Satoru’s cheeks even as his breathing grows harsh and ragged, bursting open against Satoru’s skin in slivers of shuddering heat, but it does dip down sometimes to tongue his taint or turn to the side to nip at the insides of his cheeks, and Satoru’s never prepared for it despite every one of his senses being fixated there.

He squirms and jolts, and Yuuji soothes him with slow, warm laps of his tongue over his hole—or maybe he’s just teasing. Satoru can’t know. All he can do is feel, gasping when that tongue slips inside and biting back protests when it pulls out to prod the rim like it’s tasting it for the first time.

Sometimes, he doesn’t bother being quiet��can’t, corrects a part of him that’s too honest for comfort—half-aborted attempts at Yuuji’s name slipping out of him in between wet, wordless sounds, and he doesn’t want to think he’s being rewarded, but it feels like it, Yuuji licking into him deeper and hotter and better at those sounds, a feeding frenzy that lasts a few seconds and threatens to pull worse sounds out of Satoru until he chokes it down, clenched teeth and clenched hands, except then Yuuji calms too, with a ridiculous wet kiss pressed to Satoru’s hole or little kitten licks that make his insides shudder but feel like nothing after that hurricane of hunger.

And when his tongue slides back into Satoru, it’s the same leisurely curl that feels tame and tender before it builds and builds into something that makes Satoru choke on names and curses.

Yuuji licks him open like that, sweet and excruciatingly slow.

Satoru takes it well. He thinks he takes it well. He can’t help the noises. He shouldn’t. Yuuji deserves that. Yuuji’s so good and attentive and thorough, learning every sensitive spot and the right flick of flesh to stroke it, and the least he deserves are these things spilling from Satoru in a steady stream—breathless gasps and mangled names and wounded whines, half swallowed at first and then not, all of Satoru’s attention devoted to not driving his hips down to rub his needy cock against the mattress. He couldn’t, probably, Yuuji’s grip having grown tighter as his mouth grew more ravenous, and if Satoru tried to pull free, they’d bruise him to the bone.

That’s not what’s stopping him. It’s Yuuji’s mouth keeping him trapped, that filthy tongue a serrated hook inside Satoru’s flesh.

It’s a biting bit of suction that makes him snap; Yuuji pulls his tongue out just to close his lips around Satoru’s hole and suck, wet and dirty, like he can tease out the frenzied heat he poured into Satoru, and Satoru hears the high-pitched noise before he realizes it’s from his own damned mouth. Keening, more pitiful than wanton.

He swallows it, throat burning around a thousand smothered cries, and Satoru knows then that he can’t keep doing this, not unless he really wants to turn into some sobbing, shuddering mess on Yuuji’s tongue.

The hot flesh of want in his belly is also smothered; Yuuji still needs to earn it.

Satoru reaches for his cock, and it’s not his best plan, fighting pleasure with pleasure, but what the fuck else is there? The one time he tried to ground himself with nails in his palm, the jolt of pain made him moan like a whore, and Yuuji feasted.

At least there’s the promise of relief there, in the desperately pulsing heat between his legs.

His hand doesn’t even skin his cock before it’s caught and pinned to his own stomach, his right hip now throbbing along the absence of Yuuji’s fingers.

“What the hell, Yuuji?” Satoru asks, and he means for it to come out calm and even, a little judgmental, but instead, his voice is breathy, betraying a good half of everything Satoru’s feeling right now.

Yuuji drags his mouth away from Satoru’s hole with palpable resistance, and that doesn’t help a goddamn thing, but Satoru manages to stop himself from chasing that mouth asshole-first.

“That’s not allowed,” Yuuji tells him. His voice is a hoarse wreck, but the reproach comes through loud and clear. “That’s mine, Satoru.”

Static fills Satoru’s mind, noise in the shape of a few damning syllables.

“What?” he chokes out.

“That’s mine,” Yuuji says more patiently, already nosing at the inside of Satoru’s cheek, hot breath drifting closer and closer to his wet, fluttering hole. “You’ll keep your hands to yourself, right?”

“What,” Satoru repeats.

[willwood-lyrics]

So how many milligrams of you are still left in there

[eternally-sugary]

Ok. Consider tho

And a little identity/and a little conformity

Never hurt nobody

But lately you've been focusing to much on yourself/lately I've been worried that you're losing yourself

So how many milligrams of you are still left in there?

Oh cuz back in my day we didn't need no feel good pills and no psychiatrists!!!

We just bled out in the bath... <- and goddamnit we liked it.

This scratches my brain in a way. I can see it in like the style of an ENA cutscene. It makes me normal - Siffrin

[darkmermaidao3]

Chapter Six Clarity (Bonten Sanzu)

Minors do not interact 18+ fic

Warnings: Mentions of Controlled Substances, Coercion, Manipulation, Profanity, possibly more that I forgot to mention.

Flashbacks are in pink text!

For the first time since he’d spoken to her the day prior, she was the furthest thing from being flustered from his words, a purse on her lips and her hands on her hips, her neck craned back to stare up at her patient, her expression nonnegotiable.

“Two.” She repeated, her tone expressing that she absolutely refused to budge; his lips were pressed into a thin line, that displeased look she’d grown accustomed to seeing over the last few days they’d been together was still going strong, regardless of her trying to put her foot down with him.

“Four.” He retorted lowly, his voice teetering on exasperation; she shook her head, absolutely not.

“You’ll overdose, no.” she reasoned, stating the truth; she was the medical professional here, he’d overdose if she gave him four pills three separate times a day, this was heavy duty stuff. “Two now, you can have another dose in six hours.”

“Twenty milligrams is nothing.” He argued, sounding irritated; she could’ve scoffed, the opioid was stronger than morphine in some cases, he didn’t need to be teetering on the brink of death right after she’d saved his life and regardless of how aggravated he was with her, she wasn’t going to bargain about this. 

“You can’t have more than sixty in a day; it could kill you.” She explained, her voice matter of fact; if he’d just take the pills and wait for them to kick in, he’d see that she wasn’t joking around about how strong they were, and it’d stop him from demanding a larger dose next time.

“My tolerance-”

“Isn’t a factor.” She interrupted, her voice swapping to stern; if he was really going to continue to press her about this then she’d only give him one, he didn’t want to test her when it came to narcotics. “Twenty milligrams, two pills every six hours.”

“Doctor-”

“You wanna make it one?” the woman asked, her tone warning; despite how soft her features usually were, her gaze was hardened, proving that she meant business.

She was sure he was questioning why he hadn’t snapped her neck back at the clinic, he was positively fuming over her refusal to give him what he wanted and even if he debated on doing so now it wouldn’t do anything to help him. All those pills were locked up in her safe, the combination only accessible in her mind and she’d made sure not to open it when he was around, she was glad for that now because he surely would’ve taken too many pills if he had access to them. A quiet squeak left her in surprise when the palm of his hand slapped against the wall right next to her head, stepping so close that there wasn’t even a foot worth of space separating them, her heart going into overdrive from the way he was looming over her. Her mouth felt thick with spit the instant his free hand reached towards her throat and although she’d been sure he was about to strangle the life out of her, his fingers hooked under her chin instead, urging her to meet his piercing eyes. Remembering how to breathe was proving to be a challenge, the intensity of his stare had her shifting her weight from one foot to the other, trying her utmost hardest to ignore the slick that had settled in her panties; if he thought he could seduce her into giving him what he wanted then he had another thing coming because she definitely wasn’t going to-

‘Fuck, breathe.’

There was no question the thought was in his head, the way his aquamarine pools were raking over her from head to toe told her as much, whether it was simply out of wanting to get his way, she couldn’t be entirely sure considering the number of times his stare had roamed her form. He was entirely aware of the effect he had on her, being high hadn’t blinded him to it from the get-go because although his cognitive function was impaired then, he functioned much better than most people. It seemed that she was dealing with a person that either abused drugs or had chronic pain to the point that he had regular prescriptions to manage it, she wasn’t going to judge him by assuming one or the other. During the moments he was high, he was still capable of holding his composure, never slurring his words or talking so fast that it was obvious; he would’ve come off completely sober if it weren’t for his pupils dilating. He’d even been capable of retaining full memories during those moments, he could pay attention if it was something he was interested in observing and he remembered much more than she’d anticipated; some of the things he’d made comments about had surprised her, like the name of her secretary, he’d learned it when she’d been on that phone call. She couldn’t put it passed him not to know just how attracted she was to him, not only was he observant but she couldn’t hide it to save her life. He was going to try to use that to his advantage to persuade her to relent to whatever it was that he wanted in the moment, and he’d gone as far to test it last night after they had settled in.

 Yuki had never been more thankful for hot water than she was tonight, she’d felt absolutely disgusting after how long she’d gone without washing her hair and she was going to have to start making a point not to spend more than two nights away from home if she wound up in the zone with her researching; it’d taken much too long to both detangle and wash her hair after how many times she’d had to use dry shampoo. A content sigh left her, running the brush through her hair one more time just to ensure she’d gotten all the tangles out before stepping out of the adjoining bathroom, it would take forever for her hair dry with the length of it, but it wasn’t so damp that she’d soak her pillow should she lay down for bed in the next few minutes. It’d been a long day and the only things that she had left to do were give her patient that last shot of morphine, remove the IV, clean the area, slap a band-aid on it and call it a day. She doubted she’d even hear Kuro running the halls like he usually did in the dead of night with how exhausted she was, her couch in the office may have been her regular sleeping spot but she’d undoubtedly missed her bed.

‘Just have to get a few more things done, that’s it.’

She quickly punched in the code to the safe, opening it up and placed all the prescription bottles in it, easing the door shut until the alert sounded that it was secure again. She didn’t have very many valuable things in her home, mostly documents, but she’d wanted a safe nonetheless. It was helpful when it came to keeping all those pills safe while she was sleeping, she wanted to make sure her patient was educated on just how strong they were before she gave him free reign of them and tonight would not be the night considering he was about to get his last dose of morphine. She carefully removed the syringe from her purse, sliding over to her bedside table to collect what she’d previously gathered up for the IV removal and her lip caught between her teeth when she felt the pads of his fingers lightly graze her neck, easing her hair off to the side, the other hand pressing against her hip. There wasn’t a doubt in her mind that this man knew what he was doing, disregarding that he hadn’t even bothered to knock or announce his presence, he didn’t seem to care if she wanted personal space or not; she was pleasantly surprised at how many times he’d reached out to her today but that wasn’t the point.

‘Do I even care?’

The white-headed woman didn’t, had it been anyone else then absolutely, but it wasn’t, it was him and whatever it was about him that had ensnared her, it hadn’t just up and disappeared. The reactions she had to his touch were something she’d never experienced before him, she may have never dated but he hadn’t been the first man she’d ever admired, what she’d felt towards all of them combined was nothing in retrospect to the pink-haired male. She’d been on that page for a few days, but it hadn’t completely sunk in until now, becoming abundantly clear no sooner did her heart start fluttering, his chest lightly brushing against her upper back, fingertips softly caressing her hip, the other hand sliding her white locks off to the side. She bit harder into her lip when his cheek pressed against the side of her head, the warm breath in her ear sending a shiver through her; she didn’t think she had the courage to look at him even though he was most certainly looking at her.

“Doctor.” He murmured; her face burned hotter in response, the way he continued saying her professional title was the definition of teasing and it didn’t take a genius to come to the conclusion that it was his intention, he was trying to embarrass her.

‘Slow breathes, calm down.’

“Y-you don’t have to keep calling me that.” She mumbled, her voice filled with shyness; it took every ounce of willpower she possessed not to shift around in his hold over the soft hum he let out while squeezing her hip lightly, her knees centimeters from knocking together. “Yuki’s fine.”

As informal as it was considering they didn’t know anything about each other, she honestly just wanted to hear how her name would sound when it rolled off his tongue, she knew she had to of been thinking like a creep at this point. She was just setting herself up for disappointment, he’d go back to his regular life and getting attached to someone that she knew she’d never see again wasn’t a smart move on her part, unrealistic expectations that she set would end in heartbreak. The things her friends had regularly told her over the years were starting to make sense, if she would’ve dated long before now, even just casually, she wouldn’t have swooned over him as quickly as she had. All these small things that he was doing wouldn’t have gotten to her so easily, her heart skipped simply over him looking at her, she’d forget how to breathe just from his hand on her hip, hearing his voice drenched her panties and she’d internally begged more than a few times that he’d kiss her; she shouldn’t have been getting so worked up over nothing.

She needed to pull herself together, she didn’t want to come off as desperate, but it was hard to maintain that mindset when she was looking at him, he was beautiful, and the deepness of his stare always entranced her. She couldn’t even remember what her dream guy had looked like after seeing him because it certainly had become the man currently touching her, everything about him was flawless. His rosy-pink locks that fell well below his shoulders, his aquamarine eyes that practically pierced her soul, the four small black hoops on each of his ears, the diamonds at the corners of his mouth, the gentle way he’d squeeze her hip or carefully brush strands of white from her face, the intense way he watched her as though she were the only person in the room (even though she technically had been); she’d swooned long before now. The doctor managed to put the syringe down in the nick of time, she surely would’ve dropped it with the way his hand slid across her belly to her other hip, locking around her middle. She almost swallowed her tongue when he fully snuggled up against her back with his lips hovered at her ear, his free hand sweeping snow-colored strands over her shoulder.

“You’re my doctor, aren’t you?” he whispered directly into her ear, his tone sensual; warmth had settled between her thighs in response and her knees were almost going weak from his voice alone, her tongue felt much too heavy to form any words.

‘He’s trying to give me a heart attack.’

“I want to be close to you, Doctor.” He followed up, his voice implying; her breath hitched when his arm squeezed around her belly lightly, her cheeks flushing darker when his free arm joined the other, his face moving into her neck. “You’ll let me sleep next to you, right?”

If he hadn’t been before, there was no doubt that he indisputably was trying to give her a heart attack now with a request like that, her heart was threatening to go into overdrive from nerves alone and she almost felt at a point of overheating simply from how hot her face felt. Her ears were burning in embarrassment, her mind conjuring up a number of scenarios all in a span of three seconds and not a one of them were anything close to PG, she hadn’t even had her first kiss yet so how would she manage to sleep next to a man without having a panic attack, let alone the perfect one latched onto her? She didn’t think her face could flush any darker, she’d never anticipated anything close to this when she’d decided that taking the precaution to go to her house rather than staying at the clinic would be for the best. He just continued throwing her for a loop, she’d never imagined he’d warm up to her so quickly and regardless of the fact that he was teasing her for all its worth, she couldn’t find it in herself to make attempts to shut it down.

“O-okay.” She mumbled, her voice bashful; another quiet hum left him, seeming pleased that she’d folded so easily to what he wanted without a fight.

Yuki wiggled around in his grasp until his hold on her loosened just enough that she could turn to face him, his arms still wrapped loosely around her waist and making no movement to fully release her. Despite the red hue on her cheeks, she placed her hand lightly against his shoulder and the other against his chest, avoiding touching any of the areas he’d been shot, craning her neck back to lock eyes with him.

“You need to sit down so I can give you this last dose.” The woman urged gently; his head cocked to the side with interest, his aquamarine pools holding her lavender ones. “I need to remove the IV when we’re done.”

He was silently questioning her, she could see it in the way he was looking at her and if she didn’t clear things up for him now, she had a feeling he wouldn’t make things easy for her, he’d think she was trying to cut him off when that wasn’t it whatsoever.

“I’m replacing the morphine with something else; I know you’re still in pain.” She continued with compassion; she didn’t want to invalidate his feelings because although he’d moved around more than she’d ever anticipated he would at this point, she could see from his expressions that it wasn’t without significant trouble, he was pushing himself to. “I want to start you on it while you’re with me, so you’ll be used to it by Monday.”

She could tell that as much as he didn’t like it, he did understand on some level why he couldn’t be on the morphine any longer, and she was thankful that she wasn’t going to have to go into a big spiel about why it wasn’t for long term use, the dependency it could cause, etcetera; he was smart enough to know that he had to use something else for pain management. He was obviously reluctant to agree but gave a short nod regardless, his arms never slipping from her waist as he maneuvered the two of them around until he was able to take a seat on the edge of the bed, pulling her to stand between his legs. Her cheeks went warm all over again over how close they were and being face to face with him was more impactful than she’d thought it would be, they were around the same height now and she could see details about him that she’d missed before; his nose was cute. Her patient seemed to be on the same page as herself in some respect, his gaze focused solely on her face, taking in her features, studying her with the utmost dedication; it was almost as though they were seeing each other for the first time all over again. She could’ve gotten lost staring at him, and she almost had up until one of his hands left her waist, her eyes pulling from his to pay attention to her movements while she grabbed the syringe, uncapping the needle end.

Her persona swapped to professional without so much as thinking about it, holding total composure while she injected the opiate into the IV, effect was immediate just as it always was, his arm relaxing around her just enough that she knew it was working. She made quick work of removing it from his hand, going about the aftercare meticulously and covered the site to protect it during the healing process, he hadn’t so much as flinched the whole time she’d gone about the process from start to finish.

“Finished.” She commented; a pleasant hum left him in acknowledgement, her doe eyes quickly finding his when he tugged at her waist with just enough strength that she was pressed flush against him.

“Lay down then.” He followed up easily; his tone told her that arguing against it would do her no good, he wasn’t going to budge about wanting her right next to him. “I don’t want to make you, you’re a delicate thing, Doctor.”

Yuki nodded without argument, unable to hide just how flustered she felt as she climbed up onto the mattress after switching off the lights, following his own movements as he made room for her and laid down on her side facing him. A quiet scoff left him in displeasure, it was indefinitely over how much space she’d left between them, but she didn’t get a chance to say anything before he latched onto her waist and drug her across the sheets until there wasn’t an inch of space between them. Her pulse was racing all over again over his boldness, high or not, he hadn’t been fooling around about wanting to be close to her and as high of a priority as figuring out what it meant was on her list, it’d have to wait until tomorrow.

“Um…goodnight…” she began with uncertainty; she’d figured it’d be uncomfortable to some extent and the lack thereof was strange in of itself, she felt entirely thrown off from how natural it felt.

“Go to sleep.” He muttered unenthusiastically; she sealed her lips, nodding into his chest, his hold on her was so secure that she wouldn’t be able to slip away from him should she want to and trying to argue with him about how he needed space so she didn’t unknowingly brush up against any of the incision sites wouldn’t go over well.

‘Tired.’

Exhausted was the more appropriate term, she was sure she’d manage eight hours at the least tonight and if she was lucky-

“Haruchiyo.”

Her eyes fluttered open at the sound of his voice, her lips parting in confusion.

“What?” she asked softly; the word came out before she had time to think about the best way to respond, a heavy sigh coming from her companion over her question. 

“Not repeating myself.” He mumbled with a grunt, his voice slightly annoyed; she sealed her lips all over again, her body going limp in his hold when his free hand moved to petting her hair. “Go to sleep, Doctor.”

‘Haruchiyo.’

She took a small step back without so much as thinking about it, another squeak leaving her when her back bumped the wall and his eyes practically lit up with amusement when pink returned to her cheeks the second his thumb traced her bottom lip. The doctor was indisputably at a rock in a hard place, she couldn’t pull herself together when he was so close to her nor could she screw her head on straight long enough to create distance so she could think, he’d only blocked off one side so if she really wanted to, she could slip away from him. She looked up through her lashes to find him staring at her so intensely she could’ve forgotten who she was, his eyes were mesmerizing and as hard of a time as she had maintaining eye contact with him, she continued trying her best to hold it for as long as she could, his eyes were her favorite thing about him. The thought of creating distance disappeared no sooner did it show up, she’d blanked all over again just from staring at him too long, standing her ground against him was looking like a pipedream since she just continued losing her train of thought and the like from that alone. 

“Doctor.” The pink-haired man drawled playfully, his voice coming out lowly; her face flushed hotter, he was hovering closer to her, his gaze zeroed in on her lips, strands of pink slipping over his shoulders and lightly brushing the sides of her face the closer he got.

‘Don’t cave, be strong, don’t cave!’

“N-no, two, only two.” She stammered anxiously; her words didn’t seem to even faze him, a smirk forming on his lips when she batted his hand away from her chin, only for it to slip around to press against the small of her back and tug her right up against him.

‘Oh god!’

She couldn’t fold, no matter how flustered she felt nor how close he was to giving her what would be her very first kiss, she couldn’t give in to what he wanted, and she wouldn’t; he’d overdose and likely die if she gave him forty milligrams in one go. He wasn’t going to give up though, she could see that he was just as stubborn as she herself could be and the only way that she was going to be able to get him to drop it was if she offered some kind of compromise. He was much too determined to get his way so regardless of how dangerous it could be, it was the only thing that she could do, she wouldn’t have to follow through with it once he realized that she wasn’t trying to short him pain relief once the pills kicked in. She just had to word things carefully, make no promises so he couldn’t claim that she’d lied to him once he wasn’t on another planet because he most certainly would be in the next half hour after he took the pills. Her pulse was racing at the feeling of being pressed against him, the blush on her cheeks darkening shade by shade the closer he inched towards her lips, her free hand moving of its own volition to tangle in his shirt, the other resting at his shoulder.

“Haruchiyo.” She spoke, her voice barely above a whisper; his aquamarine orbs were gleaming as he took her in, seeming all too pleased at how close she looked to giving into him.

“Yes, Doctor?” he responded with a hum; she felt like she’d gone completely stupid simply over his hand leaving the wall to cradle her head, white slipping through his fingers as he guided her face closer to his.

“Y-you shouldn’t, we sh-shouldn’t.” she began, her tone anxious; she didn’t know why she’d even bothered speaking words of resistance, he’d made it perfectly clear that he wasn’t going to stop just because it stepped outside of the doctor-patient relationship dynamic.

“We shouldn’t.” he repeated quietly, sounding entirely collected; despite agreeing with her, he hadn’t stopped closing the distance, so she knew for a fact that he did not care about trying to maintain whatever professionalism was left between them. “Tell me to stop.”

Yuki was internally screaming at this point and could’ve fainted with how lightheaded she felt, there was no way she could face that challenge head-on nor come out of it victorious if she tried her hardest, it was taking every ounce of her willpower to resist temptation, his lips were hardly three inches from hers. As unbecoming of her profession as it was, she couldn’t force herself to say no, the line had been blurred to the point that having purely a doctor-patient relationship wasn’t possible anymore because she hadn’t kept a businesslike approach to things. She’d been too caught up in whatever infatuation she was feeling towards him and hadn’t been able to turn it off, it’d practically made all of the decisions for her, and it was why she’d wound up in this mess. She should’ve called an ambulance as soon as he was stable after surgery, she shouldn’t have hidden his existence by putting off reopening her clinic after the holiday, she should’ve called the police, she shouldn’t have taken him to her private home, she should’ve done things as a doctor and instead, she’d done things that a desperate teenage girl with a crush would’ve done. She’d opened herself up for this to become what it had and although it was ethically wrong, she was teetering right on the edge of not caring which told her that she absolutelyneeded to take a step back from this, lest she complicate things further for herself.

“You can’t, can you?” he gathered, his voice knowing; the pink on her cheeks spread further across her face, running over her nose and silently answering the question for her.

The white-headed woman wanted to feel ashamed of herself because morally speaking, she should’ve felt some form of guilt, forming relationships with patients wasn’t the norm and, on some level, she did feel the smallest bit of remorse for crossing lines to some degree. She may not have been the one to initiate that first intimate touch, but she didn’t try to stop it either, she’d reciprocated it which made her just as guilty as him. More than anything, she wanted him to close the distance and kiss her, he was already so close that he could do so with ease, but should that boundary be crossed over, she had no guarantees that it would stop with that. Whatever this was between them had been mutual from the get-go, entirely consensual on both sides, he wanted the same thing as she and the only reason he hadn’t gone there yet was because he was waiting for her to say it, he’d pushed her to tell him to stop and she hadn’t. Now, all that was left for him to do was pry the words from her lips and aside from the rough shape he was in, there wouldn’t be anything holding him back.

“W-we shouldn’t.” she repeated with unease, hinting at just how nervous she felt; his expression didn’t falter, reflecting nothing but confidence as he leaned down closer to her.

“You already said that, Doctor.” Haruchiyo pointed out, sounding teasing; she was doing her utmost best to steady her breathes while her fingers curled lightly in his shirt, clinging onto him tighter, his lips were almost brushing hers there was so little space between them. “You don’t mean it.”

He’d called her bluff without batting an eye which just proved without a shadow of a doubt that he did see the way she looked at him, but she couldn’t say it aloud, it would only make it more real if she did, meaning it would only hurt more when he left; she didn’t know how she’d managed to get so attached to a total stranger in less than a week’s time. The woman couldn’t manage anything in response, her throat had fully dried up, and her heart doing summersaults over his soft breathes ghosting over her lips, feeling too scatterbrained to do much of anything except hold his intense gaze.

“You want me to do it for you, huh pretty girl?” he murmured sensually, his hand slid from the small of her back and wrapped fully around her waist to keep her securely pinned against him.

Her heart straight skipped a beat from his words, her pulse going haywire while she gazed up at him longingly, she’d never felt so overwhelmed by her emotions that she felt lightheaded and that was exactly what he’d done to her. The dizzying feeling in her head was only growing stronger the harder she swooned for this man, outside of her friends and her grandmother, no one had ever called her pretty before; she had zero chance to protect herself from heartbreak this far into things, he had her hook line and sinker.

“That’s it, isn’t it?” the pink-haired male breathed, his voice low; Yuki didn’t realize she’d responded to the question until it was too late to stop herself, a barely audible whimper leaving her lips, silently pleading with him to close the distance. “I will, just give me what I want.”

‘What does…?’

“That’s fair, isn’t it Doctor?” he pressed, sounding agreeable to compromise; she waited patiently for a follow-up from him that would clear things up, a curious look in her lavender orbs as she attempted to bring herself back down to earth long enough to piece things together. “Four.”

‘…fuck no.’

Whatever spell he’d cast on her broke in the instant everything connected, her hand pressing against his shoulder to create distance and the other releasing his shirt, a purse forming on her lips while she attempted to slip from his grasp.

“Two.” She retorted, her tone adamant; Haruchiyo’s persona swapped out just as quickly as her own did, looking infuriated that she was still refusing to budge even with his attempts to sway her with his damn seduction tactics, narcotics were something she didn’t play around with, and she was not going to let him be careless with them.

“My tolerance-”

“Isn’t a factor.” She repeated, cutting him off before he could argue with her; she didn’t have much of a choice at this point, she had to offer something else to get him to relent and once he realized that she wasn’t playing around about these pills, he wouldn’t bring this up again. “Two, twenty milligrams every six hours.”

“Doctor-”

“Muscle relaxers in between if it’s not enough.” She interrupted, her voice heavily annoyed; his lips pressed into a thin line as he looked down at her, his hand having released her head and grabbed her forearm when she’d begun making attempts to create space, he wasn’t budging about letting her go. 

‘Stubborn man.’

“Fine.” He huffed, sounding entirely reluctant to agree; she herself let out just as huffy of a breath, her soft face the definition of aggravated, she’d just been thinking minutes previously that he’d try to seduce her into getting his way, she should’ve seen it coming before then.

As gentle as she was, she was heavily considering suffocating the man with a pillow the next time he tried to pull something like this on her even though she wouldn’t make it very far with that, he’d combat her in a heartbeat, high or not. She should’ve known better, and she’d walked right into that one, whatever it was that she felt for him was behind the wheel over half the time and it didn’t help anything that in the rare instances when she was capable of holding composure, he could overpower her with ease if he so wanted to. Her patient wasn’t in the best shape and had still managed to pause her movements, his arm wasn’t budging from her waist, and she couldn’t slip her arm out of his iron grip; there was no doubt that he’d have no problem snapping her neck or strangling her to death should he choose to. 

“Doctor.”

“I need to get your pills.” She muttered in response, keeping her eyes low; she needed to be professional about things, no more caving to his charm or those piercing eyes of his, protect herself from the unavoidable heartbreak that would come from not being guarded. 

His hand retreated from her forearm, the other stayed wrapped securely around her waist without showing any signs that he was going to release her, and she shoved at his chest weakly, not managing to make him budge an inch. She just may attempt to suffocate him; he was practically rubbing in her face that she couldn’t fight him off if she tried her hardest and something inside her was dangerously close to snapping.

“I need to get your pills.” She repeated quietly; she craned her neck back to look up at him as she spoke, trying to remain levelheaded. “If you want them…”

Yuki froze in place no sooner did she look up to find herself face to face with Haruchiyo, her words trailing off when her lavender pools met his aquamarine ones, his free hand moving back to cradling her head, not giving her time to register anything until it’d already happened. Her eyes were blown wide in response and her heart was threatening to leap from her chest, she hadn’t expected him to follow through with kissing her after she hadn’t budged on the number of pills, but he had. He’d closed the distance without giving her a chance to argue with him and pressed his lips to hers without missing a beat, she didn’t know what possessed him to do so nor did she try to come up with answers, she’d gotten her first kiss. She’d just managed to take a handful of his shirt and mold her lips with his a single time before he pulled out of the kiss, a whine leaving her in protest, her eyes fluttering open. A sly little smirk formed on his lips as he stared down at her, keeping just outside of her reach while she regained her bearings, sliding his fingers through the white.

“You only get one.” The pink-haired male spoke; she stared up at him slightly dazed, a dumbfounded look on her face. “You can have another in six hours, Doctor.”

[piers-official]

Mfw a little identity never hurt nobody but lately you've been focusing too much on yourself

Is... that Will Wood?

I think so? Missy, d'ya recognize the lyr-

SO HOW MANY MILLIGRAMS OF YOU ARE STILL LEFT IN THERE?

Yea it's Will Wood-

-WOOOAH!

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Hello! This my my ( @gmanwhore 's) kinblog. All my kins will be below, the green ones are important ones I don't like interacting with others of, and any with and exclamation point next to their name is a permashift!

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Half Life/Portal/HLVRAI:

G’: he thinks he’d blow our minds; g’ 

! Ga-men: imaginary line imaginary minds; ga-men 

Evil G-man: and by your judgment of my merit I’ll inherit nothing; e.g. 

Dr. Colette Green call me for your lover’s alibi; colette 

Dr. Wallace Breen: how many milligrams of you are still left in there?; breen 

Caroline: the devil likes to make my heart a double bed; caroline 

Barney Calhoun: kneeling in the stained glass tomb; barney 

Dr. Judith Mossman: no apologies I expect misery; judith

Dr. Helen Hahn: I wish my cohorts weren't so dumb!; hahn

Gordon Freeman: you don't know me I am the only son; freeman 

Russel; we wrote some songs by the lamplight's gas!; russel 

Cave Johnson: and I love me; cave 

Fact Core: it’s not a trivial pursuit it’s a matter of facts; fact core

Chell: under attack at aperture science!; chell

Gordon Feetman: read me my rights please!; feetman 

Bubby: come and go out my mind; bubby 

Tommy: don’t stop me now!; tommy

Disco Elysium:

! Harry Du Bois/Tequila Sunset: glass half full I’d probably just drink that too!; harry

! Ruby, the Instigator: break the lock if it don’t fit; ruby

! Inland Empire: you were an isle unto thyself: inland empire

Cuno: and I break it just because I can!; cuno

Cunoesse: it just feels inhumane to lose this much; cunoesse

Dolores: lover of the Russian queen; dolores

Titus: not gonna die on the killing floor; titus

Annette: the dreams that you dare to dream really do come true; annette

Andre: rock the casbah!; andre

Judit: the room is full of people that love you; judit

Trant: a crow knows no smell of carbon monoxide; trant

Smoker on the Balcony: I'm the treasure baby I'm the prize; martin

Rhetoric: the communists have the music; rhetoric

Volition: put one foot in front of the other one; volition

Drama: put on the masks let's have us one last masquerade; drama

Electrochemistry: wine and women and wonderful vices: electrochemistry

La Revacholarie: mother earth’s love whispered to me; la revacholaire

Danganronpa:

! Kiyondo Ishida: you’ve gotta wanna break the hearts of all those pretty porcelain dolls; kiyondo 

Kiyotaka Ishimaru: don't you make me waste my breath!; taka 

Makoto Naegi: i’ll find strength in pain; makoto 

Celestia Ludenburg: her kiss will bring you to your knees; celeste 

Hiyoko Saionji: when I rule the world; hiyoko 

Takaaki Ishimaru: teenager scare the living shit out of me; takaaki

Daiya Oowada: don't you cry no more; daiya

Homestuck: 

Karkat Vantas: my name was soiled by a last call spill; karkat 

! Rose Lalonde: I’m afraid I can’t prescribe the diagnoses you seek; rose 

Roxy Lalonde: you’re telling me I’m holding up eleven fingers?; roxy

Jake English: I might rap like an english chap; jake 

John/June Egbert: like action movie hero boy 

Aradia Medigo: and as your gasping for the last of air you'll tra la la la la; aradia 

Equius Zahhak: the ship doesn't swerve as it heard how big the iceberg is; equius 

Tavros Nitram: this house says my name like an elegy; tavros

Mituna Captor: I don't care what we do I wanna get all dolled up with you!; mituna 

Damara Medigo: if you want to flay me let's see what's inside; damara

Doc Scratch (non-canon!!!): you understand mechanical hands are the rulers of everything; doc scratch 

I ♡ Amy:

Amy Lee: all those pretty words you say to me pick me up whenever I’m feeling down; amy 

The Walten Files:

Felix Walten: murders of murderers living in fear of it; felix 

Boozoo: the cackling carousel it spins and never stops!; boozoo

Bon/Shhhh: I’m sorry boys about the dirty night clowns; shhhh

The Owl House:

Luz Noceda: i wanna live better days; luz 

The Collector: I can run faster with no wind resistance!; the collector 

Popee The Performer:

Papi: I can’t ignore what’s under dance floorboards; papi 

Popee: so squeal like a trolly wheel or cry like a baby with autism strapped to a celling fan!; popee 

The Amazing Digital Circus:

Pomni: please please what the hell is going on; pomni 

Caine: nothing matters anymore; caine 

Murder Drones: 

! Cyn: and by the break of dawn we’ll be in love!; cyn

Uzi: you gotta see the artistry in tearing the place apart with me!; uzi

! V: my mind held the same light as the one in your eyes; v

Fionna and Cake:

Fionna Campbell: there will come a soldier who carries a mighty sword; fionna 

The Scarab: never came down from her last trip on jesus; scarab the god auditor 

Candy Queen: feels so neat never wanna be myself again; candy queen 

Slugterra:

Pronto Geronimole: so spread the word across the land; pronto 

A Series of Unfortunate Events:

Lemony Snicket: when all hell breaks loose like all hells always do; lemony

The Secret Series:

Psudonymous Bosch: what the hell can I do to have a little more heaven with you?; psuedonymous

Team Fortress 2:

PNK Pyro: you must detroy beyond all recognition; pyro/sparky 

PNK Medic: my heart is in my hand...eugh; medic/doll 

Miss Pauling: left foot over the right; miss pauling

PNK Spy: the roar of whispers in every crowd; charlotte/spy

PNK Soldier: you gotta wanna be a battering ram!; Sam/soldier

PNK Heavy: let's dance!; Lagomorpha

Saxton Hale: SAXTON HAAALE; saxton

RED Scout: I was born with the brains and the brawn!; scout 

! RED Spy: come on and twist the knife let's make this painful; spy

RED Medic: sometimes I wonder why they need me at all!; medic

Grey Mann: the world screams kiss me son of God!; grey mann

Doctor Who:

Seventh Doctor: like a bumbling dragon I fly; seven

Fourth Doctor: detective undercover brotherhood objective obscene; four

Ace: hello world I’m your wild girl; ace 

Adric: did you hear the word?; adric

B.O.S.S: Colonal Walter was shocked when he heard from the Nile; B.O.S.S.

Brigadier Alastair Lethbridge Stewart: the crew stayed at their posts and the captain at his wheel; brigadier 

Undertale/Deltarune:

Susie: my dreams are getting so strange I could tell you everything I see; susie 

Papyrus: bonetrostle!; papyrus

Asgore: I wish you could stay at least one more day; asgore

Gaster: there was only one of you until you split the world in two; gaster 

Flowey: your best friend; flowey

Dess: I'm with you in the dark; dess

Don't Hug Me I'm Scared: 

Yellow Guy: I say “pardon me I’m dancing for no reason!”; yellow guy 

Lesley: No matter how we twist and turn, we're still dancing in chains; lesley

Five Nights at Freddy's:

The Marionette: you had a heart you hadn't felt; puppet

Sundrop: I'm walking on sunshine!; sundrop

Micheal Afton: look at this loser drinking coffee; micheal 

Circus Baby: try your best to hold onto to sanity; circus baby 

Ballora: to dance to spin to fly away; ballora 

Evan: I’m not allowed to cry cuz they told me I would die; evan

Bendy and the Ink Machine:

! Sammy Lawrence: i try to play Caruso but the needle skips the groove; sammy

Bertrum Piedmont: don't you know you have to be this tall to die; bertrum 

Daniel "Buddy" Lewick: dreams do come true; buddy

Henry Stein: he will set us free; henry

The Ink Demon: I can't believe you used to truly scare me; the ink demon 

Hatchetfield Trilogy

Professor Henry Hidgens: spotlight on mr. ingenuie; professor hidgens 

Webby: harlequin dolls he'd be lost without her; webby 

General John McNamara: it is the monsters who should live in dread; john mcnamara 

Ruth Fleming: should I let the coals burn out; ruth fleming

Wiggog Y'rath: whatever we want we get!; wiggly 

Paul Matthews: I DON'T LIKE MUSICALS; paul

Ride the Cyclone 

The Amazing Karnak: the sun is rising as it is descending; karnak 

Heathers:

Veronica: I pray for a better way; veronica

Heather MacNamara: shine shine shine a light; heather

Doki Doki Literature Club 

Natsuki: let’s make something to adore; natsuki 

Sayori: this hell is members only; sayori

Fran Bow

Itward: hear my voice; itward 

Fran Bow: it's a perfect time to die finding Mr. midnight; fran

Helltaker

! Beelzebub: honey do you have a hot meal?; beelzebub 

Hazbin Hotel:

Nifty: stitch sew cut pull; nifty 

Lucifer: devil's in the house of the rising sun; lucifer 

Emily: now I know what's real what's fake; emily 

Charlie: I can't fear you now!; charlie 

Lackadaisy:

Rocky: golly what a day!; rocky 

Freckles/Calvin: she splutters pistol shots; freckle

Chainsaw Man: 

Denji: I wanna fuck shit up!;denji

Subway Surfers:

Frank: he'll get by without his rabbit pie; frank

Poppy Playtime: 

The Prototype: it seems she broke me but I swear she can go fucking die; prototype

Elliot Ludwig: in a world of pure imagination; elliot ludwig 

Poppy: let's sing it again!; poppy

Dogday: I'd like to know why you are all alone while I am lost at sea; dogday

That's Not My Neighbour:

Scarlet Milkman: and I'm starving!; francis

Francis Mosses: been a hell of a ride but I'm thinking it's time to go; milkman

Lois Stilinsky: we can't believe what we've seen; lois

Nacha Mikaelys: times square doesn't shine as bright as you; nacha

Mclooy Rudboys: we're the terror of the skies and a danger to ourselves; mclooy

Izaak Guass: you're a toymaker's creation trapped inside a crystal ball!; izaack 

Arnold Schmidt: such piece of art is a lovely gift to see!; arnold

Selenne Sverchtz: i’ll do as I am told; selenne

Ishtar Ereskigal: we’ll be the envy of the gods above!; ishtar

Wardwell House:

Jacob Wardwell: bad thoughts lead to bad dreams; jacob wardwell

Splatoon:

! Commander/Conductor Tartar: set up our new world: tartar

Commander Tartar (au): let’s save the pitiful children!; c. tartar

The Professor: we have so much left to sing!; professor

Pearl: nasty majesty!; pearl

DJ Octavio: pump it louder!; DJ octavio

Agent 4: whoever gets the closest; 4

Frye: don't waltz into our turf expecting us to cheer!; frye

Captain/Agent 3: sailors fighting in the dance hall; 3

Steven Universe:

Pearl: I fell in love with a war nobody told me had ended; pearl

Steven: all you see and you and me we came from a star!; steven

Spinel: your new best friend; spinel

Peridot: human beings fascinate me being just the way they are; peridot

Mouthwashing:

! Anya: tied my boots like a tightrope noose; anya

Daisuke: we all want a wannabe!; daisuke

Polle: Polle says: he had it comin'!

Curly: loose lips sink ships but captain will you go down?; curly

Epithet Erased:

Molly: epithet erased!; molly

Indus: with strength in arms and hearts and heads; indus

Percy: I was born to be another cog in the machine; percy

Friday Night Funkin':

Boyfriend: gettin' freaky on a friday night; boyfriend

Pico: go pico!; pico

The Wild Robot:

Roz: the monster’s gone; he’s on the run; roz

Beetlejuice:

Beetlejuice: all you gotta do is say my name; beetlejuice

Cookie Run:

Chilli Pepper Cookie: watch me sparkle like a diamond in the rough; chilli pepper

Almond Cookie: bring some justice on your head; almond cookie

Captain Caviar Cookie: a chain’s as weak as it’s weakest link; captain caviar cookie

Black Forest Cookie: kneeling in the stained glass tomb; black forest cookie

Hollyberry Cookie: I'll hold on hope and I won't let you choke; hollyberry cookie

Mystic Flour Cookie: I'm just trying to do what's right by you; mystic flour cookie

Golden Cheese Cookie: I've lost all ambition of worthier claim; golden cheese cookie

Electric Dreams:

Edgar: in my electric dreams; edgar

Sander's Sides:

Remus: you need not feign decency!; duke

JoJo's Bizarre Adventure:

! Speedwagon: colour me your car; speedwagon

Holly: can I really see what's in his mind?; holly

! Okuyasu: you're gonna go far kid; okuyasu

DIO: they tell me I'm a god; DIO

Joseph: hit the block then you flock; joseph

Koichi: cuz you know a harness is only made for one; koichi

Star Platinum: hit em with a rhythm that could make thugs smile; star platinum

Santana: as I ask you to focus on; santana

Boingo: you better believe it!; boingo

Oingo: c'mon just believe it!; oingo

Rohan: her majesty says the royal we; rohan

Polnareff: the greener grass grows where the wildfires fertilize; polnareff

!Narancia: muzzle to muzzle and toe to toe; narancia

Hayato: I feel like I can never get out; hayato

Trish: I was a victim of magic; trish

Jolyne: my happiness depends on you; jolyne

Melone: all you pink skinned babes are the same; melone

Illuso: gotta be seen by someone out there; illuso

Prosciutto: you will find moonlit nights strangely empty; prosciutto

Telence: my witness brings me to existence!; telence

Pucci: Saint like behavior; pucci

Weather Report: all the rain comes down the same; weather report

Emporio: when my walls start burning down down down; emporio

Donatello: but you need a little hell!; donatello

Ungalo: he played the two cent show; ungalo

Johnny: leave you wondering why they can't have just been normal; johnny

Hey Ya!: i'm just being honest; hey ya!

L.A.: aye i eye my eyes; l.a.

Dandy's World:

Poppy: that's me!; poppy

Rodger: I might keep looking with nothing to find; rodger

Shelly: could you tell me how and if I'm still pretty; shelly

Shanon: guilty of your innocence; shanon

Bassie: if the shoe fits then I won't try it on; bassie

I Have No Mouth and I Must Scream:

Allied Mastercomputer: No apologies I request misery; AM

The Nightmare Before Christmas:

Jack Skellington: and since I am dead I can take off my head to recite Shakespearian quotations!; jack

In Stars and Time:

Loop: live the dream with a time machine; you'll be waiting forever; loop

The self inserts!!! (ingnoring the TF2 guys):

(From Half Life) Omega: i will let the wind go quietly; omega

(From Portal) Delta: slipping through my fingers all the time; delta

(From That’s Not My Neighbour) The dOOrman: i am the righteous hand of god!; dOOrman

(From Chainsaw Man) Juno: shot at his wily one only friend: juno

(From Murder Drones) SD-X and SD-O: why do we bother to stay: why are you running away?: o/x

(From Mouthwashing) Theta: i always listen but i never act; theta

(From Disco Elysium) Meli: dance fucker dance man I never had a chance; meli

(From Disco Elysium) Gwynedd: for what it’s worth if it was gonna kill you it would have by now; gwynedd

(From Lackadaisy) Mary: are you really gonna die like a virgin boy?; mary

(From Splatoon) Scalla: you paint the world and i’ll play my melodies!; scalla

(From Demon Slayer) Kamakiri: you’re my best friend; kamakiri

(From Homestuck) Caesar: i too have a destiny this death will be art!; ceasar

(From Homestuck) Kenken: i feel fantastic and i’m still alive; kenken

(From Homestuck) Dragon: of course you realize we are speaking figuratively; dragon 

(From Homestuck) Asdiah: i’ll be a favourable delecacy: asdiah

(From Homestuck) Sarlet: somebody to replace yourself; sarlet

(From Homestuck) Kiyond: you’re s.p.e.c.i.a.l.; kiyond

(From Homestuck) Brioch: you don’t have to go home but you can’t stay here; brioch

(From Homestuck) Trojan: i don’t wanna be free!; trojan

(From Homestuck) Jakcob: say hello “honey I’m home”; jakcob

(From Homestuck) Eevuhl: i’m a dead man either way; eevuhl

(From Homestuck) Hymnal: why was any and everything alive?; hymnal

(From Homestuck) Dearly: i am king; dearly

Miscellaneous:

The Sun (The Embodiment of Selfish Destruction): give me that old time religion; Sun

Deity (The Embodiment of Decadence and Lust): spread the word across the land; deity

Homestuck AU Caroline: your eyes are dead like outer space; caroline

Wavesprite: shutup you're stupid; wavesprite

Homestuck AU Colette: call me fighter!; hs colette

Roxtunasprite^2: your drawings look like heaven to me!; roxtuna

Sunshine: I am not the sunshine I am not the moon at night; sunshine

Cabinet Man: I won't hurt you unless you cheat; cabinet man

Bones: your baby teeth would pray for you; bones/tommy

Terezi Vantas: they will tear your city down; t vantas

Dave Harley: our mother should have just named you laika; d. harley

Karkat Medigo: it's the fate of the stars; k. medigo

Natsu Ishimaru: what a waste; natsu

Bulldog: you’re gonna go far kid; bulldog

! Ruby, the Investigator: i’m back from a fall from grace; the investigator

Swap!Cunoesse: you better run; c