#which is somethign that will never let me go

[ganondoodle]

one of the few zelda youtuber guys that seems to actually love totk made a video about it (i guess bc so many talked about why they dont like it) and while i didnt watch it i took a peek into the comments and of course its full of people going "LMAO people only dislike it bc it didnt validate their crazy theories!!" "its always the same when a new zelda comes out lol at first they hate it and then later its a classic haha idiots" "people who dont like it are just caught up in their nostalgia and cant accept anything new being introduced!!"

also thanking him for "speaking up" about loving the game ... which i find kinda mind boggling bc the internet is full of praise and 10/10s for it

i obviously dont want to villainize people that love totk but like .. these kinds of comments are so unecessarily judgemental? how dare someone NOT like an entry in the franchise and voice legit criticism, how dare someone not worship the game just bc it has zelda on it! CLEARLY they are just made delusional by their own fantasy and will realize later just how wrong they were! hah! those fools!

on my rants there were quite a few people who actually said they like the game but agree with alot of my views on it regardless, it is very flawed but i can also see that the good things outweigh the bad stuff for others, even if i legitimately hate it; but i also had to block multiple people bc they got so butthurt about me criticising it

and i dont think its 100% just an opinion thing either, totk, even when i disregard my personal feelings on the matter, has alot of problems, moreso than the other zeldas (each judged for how it was in their time) and in pretty much every part of the game too (story, lore, continuity, gameplay and rewards, UI-) and i think alot of it stems from its conception, they have never done a true direct sequel before and it came from a DLC idea, and it shows (though i still believe even coming from that you could have done something way better..... bc they also made botw, which seemed to prepare fertile ground for more storytelling that was all discarded for NO reason)

BUT that doesnt mean you cant like it anyway! there are some very horribly shitty games out there that are beloved by people anyway! and thats fine! i love ww and botw, both of which HAVE flaws too! and thats okay!

you dont need to be dismissive of any hint of criticism like that, there is no holy honor to defend, it just makes you look like a jerk

[robotpanties]

uuuuuhhh no reason just wanna see the robot get preggers because nobody is really taking advantage of the narrative consequences of the robots of ULTRAKILL having fleshy bits inside them (in my humble opinion hahahaha...hahaha....hah....). Anywhosen also a sucker for general Bad End especially when it involves a psycho-sexual (breeding) binding to a greater entity but also I wanna see the murder-robot get knocked up. And the galaxy brain bit of this is instead of calming down they just get Worse.

YEAH NO ONE REALLY TAKES ADVANTAGE OF THAT. and well i mostly assumed a very small percentage of people actually want to breed the robots like that which is why.

also i don't think this as a bad end, but a bad path that can lead to some other.. inch resting things (my stupid ass is trying to craft a plot with horror and drama from this path and how it'd change the story slightly despite knowing I will never get around to writing it in fic form except tiny excerpt ideas and art)

also i have so much to say abt the 'it doesn't calm down it just gets worse' bc its So true

[gotta-bail-my-quails]

here's a fun game to play: did i actually hear that song from somewhere or did i dream about it and can literally never hear it again except in my head?

[bbrissonn]

𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐢 𝐤𝐧𝐞𝐰 - 𝐥𝐮𝐤𝐞 𝐡𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐞𝐬

in which luke realizes he's fallen for his brother's best friend's little sister

warnings: not proofread

disclaimer: english is not my first language so excuse any mistakes. also, this is a work of fictions, this doesn't reflect how these boys act in real life :)

pairing: luke hughes x zegras!reader

wc: 2.06k

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-LATE NOVEMBER ‘22-

Luke let out a soft grunt as his body hit his mattress, his energy drained from their two games on Friday and Saturday night, which they had both won. So, the seniors had decided a party was to take place on Sunday, from sun up to sun down, something the Hughes boys hated. 

He wasn’t a big partyer, sure he liked going out every once in a while, drink a little here and there, but big scene with a bunch of strangers, drunk strangers wasn’t somethign he enjoyed. He tried to find some positive to the day he just had, but he couldn’t find any. He hadn’t even drank half a beer, having to make sure his friends didn’t do anything that would get them in trouble. 

He was more than ready to call it a day and end to bed, he had successfully put all of his roommates to sleep, meaning there was nothing stopping him from falling asleep. He quickly changed into something more comfortable before hiding under his blanket, checking his phone one last time. Just as he was about to put his phone down, a notification came in. 

He groaned a bit before checking it, hoping it wasn’t one of the freshman asking him to come help them back to their dorms, or anything important really. Instead, he was meet with a text from you, a short and simple one. 

y/n/n

hey lulu, you seemed a bit stressed tonight and i didn’t want to bother you, hope duker wasn’t too much of a hassle to put to bed. just wanted to say you played amazing this weekend :) 

sleep well, you deserve it <3

The youngest Hughes couldn’t help the smile that formed on his face as his fingers moved across his phone screen, his index hovering over the send button, wondering if this was a good idea or not. 

lulu 

hi y/n/n, surprisingly duker was the easiest to put to bed, can’t say the same for eddy though… thank you, and i will especially after today. i know you have an early class tomorrow, but maybe we could get lunch after? on me

The boy didn’t understand why he felt nervous when he sent the text, the two of you get lunch together pretty much every single week, this wouldn’t be any different. So why was he feeling the way he was? 

y/n/n 

i’d love to! only if i get to pick the place though

lulu 

when have i not let you pick the place? 

y/n/n 

never because you’re a smart man :D

lulu 

exactly, night y/n/n

y/n/n 

night lulu, see you tomorrow xx

And there it was again, that weird little feeling in the pit of his stomach, one he had been feeling way too many times in past week whenever he’d talk to you. Luke truly didn’t understand what that feeling was, or why it appeared every time you were around or when you would text or call him, but he loved it. He was addicted to it. 

The same feeling came back the next morning as he saw you walking towards his car, talking with one of your friends that was in your class. A smile creeped it’s way onto his face as you bid your goodbyes to your friend before joining Luke in his car, sending him a wide smile. 

“Hey, Lu.” You said as you buckled up, the boy’s eyes never leaving your figure until your eyes met his. 

“Hi.” He whispered with a smile before snapping back to his normal self, turning the car on and driving off towards your favourite place to eat lunch in the area. It was a small little cafe, one you wouldn’t even know existed if it wasn’t for one of your friends working there. Said friend had brought back a leftover chicken wrap she had as dinner one night, and you grew obsessed with them. 

“You know me so well, Hughes.” You mumbled with a wide grin as he pulled into a parking spot, chuckling a bit at your expression. 

“It’s not like you pretty much force me to eat here every week.” The boy answered, his tone light and teasing making you roll your eyes with a smile. 

“Shut up.” You told him before getting out of the car and making your way into the place, Luke following closely behind you. 

A couple of minutes later, your food arrived, it wasn’t noon yet, meaning there was barely anyone inside, something you loved because it meant your food would arrive quicker. You then started telling Luke about what had happened in your life during the weekend, barely ever letting the boy speak, but he didn’t mind. The sound of your voice was something he loved, the way you would invest into your storytelling leaving him in awn. 

Once again, that feeling in the pit of his stomach came back as your laugh echoed in his ears, your beautiful smile staring at him as all your attention was focused on him, and him only. You were quite the talkative person, always finding a group of people at a party to talk the night away, much like your older brother, and Luke was total opposite, choosing to stay with his teammates at every party. So, whenever your full attention was on him, it made him feel so special. 

He was the only that mattered to you in this moment, your whole mind and spirit were only thinking about him. Just like you had his whole attention, you always did. Whenever the two of you were in the same room, you were all Luke could think about, always letting his eyes drift towards you, finding you easily even in a crowded room. 

“Luke? Luke, are you listening?” He heard your voice ask making him blink a couple of times. Your eyes were looking into his with such worry, he loved it. 

“Yeah, yeah, ‘m listening.” He answered, his voice low as he scratched the back of his neck, clearing his throat slightly. Thankfully, you didn’t ask anymore questions, instead continuing your story, Luke letting out a quick sigh when you did. He relaxed in his seat, paying full attention to what you were saying, realization settling into him. 

He was in deep shit. 

~

“What’s up with you?” Ethan asked later that night as all the sophomores were sitting in the couches in their living room, Luke quiet than he usually was. The question made the other three boys look over at the youngest one in the room, a slight red colour appearing on Luke’s cheeks. 

“Nothing.” He answered, trying his best to ignore the looks his best friends were giving him. 

“Bullshit.” Dylan called out, pausing the hockey game that was currently playing on their TV, none of them paying attention to it anymore. Luke bit his lips for a moment, debating wether he should tell them about his new found feelings for you, or stay quiet. Knowing his best friends, especially Duker, Trevor would find out in probably less than a week, so option two it was. 

“I don’t wanna talk ‘bout it.” He mumbled, Mackie rolling his eyes at his answer. 

“Boo hoo, whore. Tell us.” The boy said, making the other three chuckle slightly, but nodding their heads at the same time. 

“If I tell you, you can’t tell anyone.” Luke started, his friends laughing between them, only making the youngest one angry. “I am serious! You can’t tell another soul about this, or I will murder all of you.” 

“We won’t, chill.” Mark said, the others nodding along with him. Luke took a large sip of his beer, his roommates all watching him until he spoke again. 

“I think I am in love with Y/N/N.” The boy admitted out loud for the first time, and gosh did it feel weird. He was in love with his brother’s best friend’s little sister. He knew Jack probably wouldn’t have a problem with them dating, but Trevor, yeah that would be another story. 

“You just realized?” The other New Jersey pick laughed, the others boys doing the same. A tint of red grew on Luke’s cheeks again, this one darker and more noticeable than before. 

“I think you’re the last one to realize that, buddy.” 

“You just realized?” 

“It’s like the more obvious thing, Hughesy.” They all teased, not making the boy in question feel any better than he already did. He just put himself in the worst position possible, the memory of Trevor introducing you to him, clearly stating that you were off limits to the boy and to never get any ideas. Of course back then, Luke just shrugged it off, after all he was fourteen, the last thing he was thinking about was a relationship, but now, now it was totally different. 

He wanted you, needed you, to be his. He’d do anything for you, if it meant you could be his forever, something he had never felt before. He’s had a couple of girlfriends and flings in the past, but this was a new feeling, stronger than he’s ever felt before. But he could never tell you about this, never, it would ruin your friendship, Trevor would hate him, then Jack and Trevor’s friendship would be all messed up because of it, and it’d all be because of his. He couldn’t. 

“So, when are you gonna tell her?” Dylan asked from besides him, bring the boy out of his thought. Luke furred his brow slightly before answering the Duke boy. 

“Never. It’d ruin everything.” He explained, scoffs being heard in the living room. 

“Trust me, Lukey, if you were to call her right now and ask her on a date, she’d say yes. The girl’s like head over heels for you, it’s so obvious it hurts.” Mackie said, everyone else agreeing with him. 

“Z would kill me, than Jack’s gonna get pissed at me, too risky.” 

“God, you’re the biggest idiot out there.” Dylan mumbled before pressing play on the remote, the sound of the commentators being the only noise in the room. 

Luke didn’t pay attention to the rest of the game, his whole mind being focused on you. What were you doing at this moment? Were you thinking about him like he was thinking about you? Would you go on a date with him? Did you love him the same way he loved you? Or were you in the arms of another boy? Having a girls night with your friends, him being the last thing on his mind? He needed to know. 

The Hughes boy left the living right before the third period started, his finger hovering over your contact. He shouldn’t. But he did it anyways, the sound of the phone ringing soon echoing in his ear as he bit his nails nervously. Only for him to be met with the sound of your voicemail, crushing his spirit a little. He tried his best not to let it bother him, instead deciding to watch a show, when he received a text only a minute later. 

y/n/n

hi lulu, it’s sibling night, i’ll call you when we’re done facetiming :)) 

A sigh of relief left his mouth, monday nights were always siblings night, how he could he forget that. They started back when Trevor left for the NTDP, at first it would be you, Griffin and Ava all together, and then eventually you were all in different places over the country. You had made it very clear to Luke that no plans could ever be made on Monday nights because of it. 

The boy felt a lot more at ease now, relaxing in his bed as his show played. And the moment he heard his ringtone and your contact popping up on his phone, a wide smile grew on his face. He sat up in his bed, clearing his throat slightly before answering the call. 

“Hey.” 

“Hi, you. What’s up?” You asked, the sound of your voice only making the boy smile even more. 

“I just, uh… Do you wanna go on a date with me?” He asked starighforeward, bitting his lips after, scared of your answer. You stayed quiet for a while, making the boy even more nervous than he already was. 

“I’d love to, Lu.”

[igotanidea]

Favour: Jason Todd x reader

"Hey Jason, I got a favour to ask. But you can always say no to me."

It was Saturday night and given their mid-20s age, they both probably should have been spending it differently. And yet, sitting at home with phones turned off, windows shut and curtains rolled down seemed like the best option. It was no secret that they liked spending time together. They simply caught each other's vibe, that was no secret to anyone.

After all that's what friendship is about right?

Cause despite the initial obstacles in this relationship, fights and bantering and occasional arguments, they were friends.

So when Y/N asked for a favor it got Jason's interest immediately.

Which - obviously didn't mean he was going to agree. Her ideas were crazy sometimes.

"Hit me." he smirked throwing the wrapper of his burger behind. That stupid litter was irrelevant now and can be dealt with later.

"will you teach me how to kiss?" she asked bluntly. And then looked down. And then raised her gaze back on him so their eyes met.

"Huh? Um... I mean - sure." as weird and akwards as it may seem he was not going to back down on a little showing off of his skills. "You've never kissed anyone?"

"Nope!" she accentuated the "p" to cover for the slightly trembling hands and faltering voice, be it from the embarassment of the lact of expercience or upcoming mocking on his part.

"Well. You wanna practice now?" he chewed on the last bits of the burger.

Clearly no mocking were coming and she nodded, her cheeks pinted with red.

"ok then princess, come here." he moved from the table to the couch and layed on his back, leaning on the headboard reaching arms to her.

"You sure about it...?"

“Yeah. Don’t be nervous. I promise I won’t judge you, and I’ll tell you if I think you’re doing something weird."

"tell me if I'm doing somethign wierd huh? might as well start now.,,," she muttered moving closer to him and allowing his hand to guide her hand to his cheeks

"I'm the teacher right?" he smirked, but there was a hell lot of seriousness in his eyes, letting her know he was not going to hurt her.

"Yeah. Yeah, you are--" she only maganged to say half of the sentence when he captured her lips in his.

She was kissing a guy. For the first time.

And most importanly -

The guy was kissing her.

(to be continued????)

[ancha-aus]

DoubleNoot AU Drabble - Welcome Home

We are back with the adventures of parenthood for Corrupt and the adventures of what the hell is going on for Nightmare! And for the family comedy for the gang.

Last Time on DoubleNoot Adventures! Corrupt took his time to make sure Nightmare was safe before explaining to his mates just who Nightmare was. After a small discussion they all agreed that Nightmare would stay with the Crescents, Corrupt's gang, in the castle.

*--------------------------*

Corrupt takes the time to make sure that Nightmare is still comfortable in his arms before walking down the stairs.

It still shocks him. To see Nightmare whole and alive in his arms. Safe and protected.

His magic literally glowing as he holds the child close. Nightmare himself seems fully distracted by the glowing and the small particals of magic floating up from their magic connecting.

Corrupt takes his time to make his way towards the kitchen. Still shocked at the sight of Nightmare.

Now that he is clean it is so obvious that all his past wounds healed. There isn't a scratch. And Corrupt thinks Nightmare looks a lot better dressed in something other than that prince outfit.

Of course they will need to get him different clothes still but hopefully Cross and Killer found some things for him to wear. Knowing them they will have gotten too much which fits Corrupt perfectly.

Means Nightmare will get to pick which things he likes.

Corrupt glances to the side and is happy to see some locks on certain doors. Foremost the training room is locked up tight. Seems like Dust has been busy.

Corrupt gets to the kitchen and opens the door with one of his tendrils.

Some clanks of pots and pans being moved and Nightmare looks up at the sound as well. Corrupt smiles as he walks into the kitchen and towards his largest mate "Hello Horror."

Hroror looks over and stares fro a moment before smiling "Hello Moonlight." he turns moves a pan around "Food isn't ready quite yet. Bunny is setting the table." Horror moves into their space and Corrupt feels Nightmare tense a little and shrink closer to him. Horror however just kisses the top of Corrupt's skull with a content hum "Buttercup and Cookie are still out."

Corrupt nods "thank you Horror. I will go to Dust in that case." Horror gives another content hum as he kisses the top of his skull again before turning back to the food.

Corrupt walks out of the kitchen to their dining room. Spotting Dust having pulled out the nice dishes as he sets the table. And extra chair already out and by the looks of it dust reorganised them.

Instead of two by two and one chair at the head of the table for Corrupt there are now three chairs on each side.

Dust looks up and nods before going back to laying down the last few forks.

Corrupt walks over to one side of the table and sets Nightmare in a chair. Nightmare starts to tilt and Corrupt catches him quickly. Nightmare looks away embarrassed.

Corrupt rubs his side and mutters "It is alright. You are only just healed and out on your own again." Corrupt notices him still rubbing and petting the young skeleton and pulls his arm back once Nightmare is stable. He is already much too attached to Nightmare.

Dust walks by as he goes to grab somethign from the cabinet but Corrupt cna hear him mutter something "motherhen."

Corrupt shoots his shorter mate a look but the hood remains a dark void. Though Corrupt can sense his amusement.

Corrupt shoots him a look "I know you are being smug."

Dust shrugs as he walks by and puts down glasses. Water glasses and wine glasses. Dust stops by them and leans to the side "what do you want to drink with dinner?"

Nightmare blinks and turns sligthly to stare at Dust "euh... I don't eat?"

Dust snorts "Sorry kid. That won't fly wiht Horror. What do you normally drink?"

Nightmare rubs his hands and the soft sweater he is dressed in. Nightmare looks at Corrupt for help.

Corrupt hums and shrugs "Horror never let me skip a meal and I am even less monster-like than you are." Corrupt smiles "You can always try a little. See if you like the experience. I myself find eating quite appealing and nice."

Nightmare frowns but nods as he keeps playing with the sweater.

Corrupt frowns as he focusses his power. Trying to find what could be bothering him. Insecurity is the one that comes through most clearly. Fear is the next, or better said Anxiety? The need to... do well?

Oh... He wants to fit in maybe?

If Corrupt considers all that he remembers of Nightmare's life. He must be terrified to be seen as wrong again. He had relaxed when he saw that their magics were compatible. He relaxed when it was just them because they are the same. They may look completely different but Corrupt was the same on a fundamental level. Nightmare felt safe and could relax because he knew that Corrupt wouldn't hurt him for what he was.

Corrupt stops himself from rubbing the other's skull "Hey... there is no need to feel unsure... it is always a learning process. Especially when learning about yourself..." He makes one of his tentacles get close to Nightmare and Nightmare immediantly grabs it. Some of the tension in him disappears when he sees the tentacle light up slightly. He starts to knead it, almost like a cat would.

Corrupt makes sure to keep himself calm. He is okay. They all are okay. and Nightmare is with them. Alive and safe.

Corrupt feels calm and relaxed.

And that seems to help Nightmare as Nightmare relaxes slowly.

Seems like feeling another empath nearby and calm helps him as well.

Corrupt speaks softly "It will take time. And that is okay." Everything will take time. Nightmare learning about himself. Learning it is safe. Learning he is free to be who he is. Everything. Corrupt hopes tha tNightmare understands Corrupt means that.

Dust snorts.

Nightmare looks up but slight confusion in him. Corrupt looks over as well. Dust just sits at the table. Feet on the table and lounging as he eats some berries. Strawberries it seems.

Corrupt raises a brow at him "Feet off the table. Also you better still finish your dinner later." Horror gets nervous when they don't eat enough.

Dust snorts and shrugs again as he tosses a strawberry and catches it with his mouth "It is just a tiny snack." he grins at Nightmare "Corrupt may talk up big but it took him ages to actually take part with the meals." and he eats another strawberry.

Nightmare blinks confused as Corrupt shoots his mate a look "Dust."

Dust grins wider as he eats another strawberry "He tried soooo hard to be a mystery. 'do not follow me.' or 'I will be in my study.' or my favourite 'you go help your... mortal needs. I will be working.' Honestly what did he expect us to do? Not bother him until we learned more about him?" he opens a socket and grins "Maybe he shouldn't have looked for us in that case, we are all very observant."

Corrupt wants to be annoyed but he can't. Not when Nightmare just looks at Dust with large sockets. listening to every word. Listening to how Corrupt acted as the very thing all those villagers told Nightmare he was. Yet these monsters decided they wanted to learn more. That they would not just believe the first thing they saw or heard.

Proof. It is actual proof.

Well... Dust is right. Corrupt's mates are all very observant.

Nightmare wiggles a tiny bit in his seat as he speaks "euh... How did you... figure it out?"

Dust hums "It were many things honestly. When we first moved in it was all wild and strange to begin with so we didn't notice as much. But after a while and you settle you start to notice things." he waves his hand around casually as he speaks "First thing we noticed? That when we spoke about out needs Corrupt would act dismissive. but he never forgot about them. Horror mentioned we need specific diets to get nutrients? Corrupt would mention how mortals are complex in their needs but the stuff we needed is always there or we go on missions to get it."

Corrupt sees Ngihtmare look over and he shrugs. it is the truth.

Dust continues "Killer mentions how he really likes cats and would love to help some strays. well suddenly we went by places which had cat stuff and Killer could bring injured ones back to treat before releasing them in safe places."

Nightmare looks confused as he mutters "Cats?" he shoots Corrupt an unsure look.

right... there were no cats in their old universe "Cats are small animals. I am sure if you stay still long enough Killer will show off his newest guest."

Nightmare frowns and nods as he looks down unsure. His hands find the tendril again.

Dust nods "True. Killer is always rather proud of the cats. You will end up meeting them one way or another." he turns his focus away and Corrupt feels Nightmare relax a bit.

Dust yawns "What was I saying?" He stretches as he leans back. Balancing on the two backlegs of the chair "That was just the start. We had arleady been curious and his behaviour didn't match his words. So we started to pay more attention." he grins "You want to know what we noticed?"

Nightmare keeps staring at Dust "What?" curiousity. the need to know. It feels so much better to feel those instead of the other emotions Nightmare had been feeling.

Dust leans to the side as he leans on his fist "We noticed he would watch us relax. When we weren't working but just hanging out and being dumb. He would watch us. At first we thought he may be wanting to learn about our needs more. See what we did and how we functioned and stuff."

Dust shrugs "It was Killer who spotted him once. In the middle of night while we slept Corrupt went over to our gaming console and tried a few games himself."

Nightmare blinks confused and waits.

Dust grins "If you never get an option to try things. How can you know what you like?"

Nightmare blinks and stares at Corrupt and Corrutp nods "It felt... strange. To want to try these things. That in the memories i got I never knew about. It felt dumb to not know what they were and how i thought about them." it had been his first thought. Experience them so he could understand his minions better.

Turns out he found them rather nice.

Corrupt tells NIghtmare as much before he continues "After that I tried some meals with them and found that i quite enjoyed some flavours."

Nightmare frowns as he rubs his hands "But... we don't need them? Why... why would we-or you like them?"

Corrupt shrugs "I just do. Like you liked your books. You didn't need to read or stay busy. But it was nice."

Ngihtmare frowns as Dust shrugs as he studies a strawberry for a moment "You and Corrupt have that in common. Needing to learn yourself and what you like." Dust grins "Corrupt managed. I am sure you will be fine too." and he eats his strawberry.

Nightmare looks down but looks thoughtful instead of unsure. Corrupt sends his mate a smile and hopes it is obvious how thankful he is. Dust notices and just gives him a half shrug as he gets up to put the strawberries away. Now that Corrupt thinks about it. Dust doesn't even like strawberries all that much.

...

Corrupt is going to have to give Dust a very special thank you later.

The door opened and Killer shouts loudly "We are back!"

Nightmare flinches at the sound and Corrupt makes sure to keep his voice level "in the dining room."

Runnign steps and Killer grins widely as he slides in few "Hey Moonlight! Hey Moondrop!"

Nightmare blinks confused at the nickname as Corrupt sends Killer a look "Moondrop?"

Killer grins and nods "Yeah! Because you are moonlight already or jsut moon. and well." he grins wider "You got him so. Moondrop" and he smiles widely.

Corrupt sighs as he rubs his face "And I keep telling you i wasn't pregnant."

Cross walks in as he carries some bags "Hey Corrupt-" he spots Nightmare and jumps slightly "oh. Hey nightmare. Euh... Killer nad I got some stuff." He puts the bags down and smiles nervously "We weren't quite sure on what you liked or what your size was so we grabbed a bunch of different things. Once you find soemthing you like we can obviously get more which we will but there is also no hurry? So don't feel rushed."

Nightmare looks at the bags in shock and Corrupt gives his mate a nuzzle "How about we look at them after dinner? That way we have time to unpack it all and look through it before it is bedtime?" Cross relaxes under his careful nuzzles and easily agrees.

Cross and Killer take care to move the bags towards the living room and clean up for dinner as Dust and Horror walk out fo the kitchen. Dust assisting Horror with moving the food.

Corrupt sees them and frowns "I apologise. I should have helped." He had been so focused on Ngihtamre and-

Horror hums "No problem Moonlight." he puts the pans with warm food on the table.

Killer and Cross join them as Dust prepares the drinks. He leaves some water for Nightmare out. Soemthing easy for him to start eating and drinking after the long sleep he did.

Eventually they are all seated and Horror puts food on their plates. It is a nice stew by the looks of it. With a lot of vegetables and very soft slow cooked meat.

Horror puts a little of the stew in a bowl for Nightmare last and sits back down with his own bowl.

They all quickly start eating as Corrupt watches as Nightmare slowly moves his arm and hand. The arm starts shaking rather quickly and Nightmare frowns at it.

Corrupt hums and leans closer "Do you want me to help you?" his tendrils are alreayd nearby to keep Nightmare stable.

Nightmare glares at his own limb "Why can't i just move it right?" his hands shake badly as he tries to raise his hands.

Corrupt hums as he helps Nightmare try a bit of the stew "Well, I am not surprised. Sleeping and healing for 500 years would do that to anyone." Should he cut some of the pieces? Or are they small enough for Nightmare to chew comfortably?

Silence before a very quiet voice "What?"

Corrutp blinks and looks over just to see Nightmare stare at him desperately "What... Waht do you mean? five... five..." his breahting picks up.

Shit.

Fuck of course he doens't know!

Corrupt lays the cultery down as he keeps his voice calm and quiet "I know it is a lot. I am sorry. I don't know why i thought you knew... I have existed for over 500 years now. I do not know the exact number. You have been asleep for all that time until today."

He woke up today. He woke up from a 500 year long coma and Corrupt hadn't even thought about easing Nightmare into that inforation.

Nightmare shakes as he holds tightly unto the tentacle "But... but that... that can't be... Dream.. I saw Dream! Dream isn't that old!" he looks at him desperate "I can't... I can't have been... gone for so long... I thought... Dream was like adult and stuff... so I thought maybe ten? At most?!" He looks at him begging.

Corrupt feels terrible for disappointing him "I am sorry."

Nightmare lets out a whine as he shakes his skull "There is no way... it can't be... how... how is Dream?"

Corrupt speaks softly "I supose you wouldn't remember it... after you ate the first apple I came to be. I ate most of the other apples as well. But there was one golden apple that rolled away. Only to be picked up by Dream. Dream absorbed the apple himself before being turned to stone by the large aura of negativity I had been spreading." He waits amoment to let it sink in before he continues "I left soon after but a while ago Dream broke out of the stone himself. We have been. fighting ever since. That is now been a long time in our lifes. I didn't pick up my mates until a few years ago but Dream and I had been fighting for a long time already."

Nightmare stares at the bowl. Just quiet for a moment before he speaks "I... i don't understand..."

Corrupt sighs sadly "Me neither..."

Nightamre continues to stare for a while before slowly letting Corrupt help him eat a bit again.

The others make sure to have other conversations but Corrupt can't pay much attention to those. His full attention is on Nightmare as he just stares at his hands. Processing the information given.

In the end they decide to skip looking at the outfits and stuff gotten. Killer claims enough had happened for that day and that it would be better to get some rest and let it all sink in.

Corrupt made sure to thank his four mates and apologise for being so busy and distracted. All four reassured him that they understood and that Corrupt didn't need to worry.

Corrupt took Nightmare upstairs and helps him with brushing his teeth and helps him get ready for bed.

Corrupt takes Nightmare back to his room as he makes sure Nightmare is comfortable as he is tugged in "For now you will sleep in my room with me. Until we figure out which room to make yours and prepare that accordingly."

Nightmare just continues to watch him and Corrupt lays in bed himself.

Nightmare wiggles abit before sighing as he glares into the air "At least the long nap explains why i can't move anything..."

Corrupt chuckels and nods "It does explain it." a moment of silecne "I apologise. That you were stuck in me for so long..." maybe he could have speed up the helaing process? If he had known?

Nightmare looks at him "You saved me. I jsut... I don't get it... any of it."

Corrupt nods "I know. I thought I understood what had happened but I was wrong." Nightmare is alive after all.

Nightmare feels the blanket "Why did Dream attack me?"

Corrupt blinks as he looks at Nightmare.

Nightmare continues before Corrupt can answer "Why... When we split... why did he still attack me." he looks so sad "Did... does he believe... what the villagers said?"

Corrupt cant stop hismelf anymore. He hugs the smaller being close and rubs the smaller skull "I am sure that if he had known it was you he wouldn't have attacked you. He must have thought i was duplicating or something similar."

Nightmare frowns at him "But why? You... you protected me. Well tried to. The villagers were the once who hurt me. You got my magic. You came from the tree. Why does Dream hate you?"

Corrupt sighs and shakes his own head "Because Dream beleives I killed you. Dream believes that I cut down Nim... He believes I am at fault for everything." Corrupt understands why. It is always easier to blame someone else than to have to look back and admit you hurt someone you cared about.

Nightmare makes an unhappy sound as he wiggles to get closer. Corrupt pulls him closer and sighs happily. It feels good to have the younger skeleton close.

...

He is not going to mention this to his mates or the pregnancy jokes will return with a vengance.

Nightmare mutters softly "I am glad I am here."

Corrupt freezes and looks down "But... what about Dream?"

Nightmare shrinks closer "I miss Dream... a lot... But... Drema always liked them more than me anyway... and I didn't like them and they hated me... I just... I don't want to hurt anymore... you made the hurt disappear and you are like me with my magic..."

Nightmare glances at him and mutters "You understand... You accept me... I just... am I bad for not wanting to lose that?" and he stares at him.

Corrupt holds the other close and rolls up around him. Making a small coccoon to hold the tiny treasure of a monster nearby "You don't. You are a good monster Nightmare. You always were. Those who couldn't see were wrong. And I swear to you. On my very being. I will protect you. No one will harm you here. I won't allow it."

Nightmare relaxes and sighs happilly "Thank you."

Corrupt smiles as he nuzzles the tiny skull "It is my pleasure."

Soon after.

Nightmare falls sleep.

*--------------------------*

Next part.

[byjovewhataspend]

1A!shinsou and quirkless!deku who are just close friends, that start fooling around at UA specifically while fantasizing that the other one is aizawa and mic respectively. Like one closes their eyes while the other goes 'aizawa would be doign this and thinking this and saying this' and they take turns, they are both just obsessed with their prefferred one and the other is just helping them out, and when you spend every night sneaking into eachothers bed to do it you might as well spend the night too

naturally people end up assuming they are dating, which they dont like, but trying to say otherwise would just be weirder so they put up with it. they try for a bit to maybe seem flirty and sexy in public so that emic will be interested, but their heart isnt really in it and it gets no reaction the few times they manage to time it right, so they just give it up and continue on how things are. People might as well think we are dating, at least we have better reasons to always be with our best friend, right? and we dont have to sneak around as much anymore, which is nice.

this extends into adulthood where they work for the same underground agency and people ask about when they are going to get married and they are just like 'haha... no plans for that just yet...!'

(it gets nsfw and weird below the cut. dubcon, obsession, horror, etc)

"Ill never get used to people thinking we are dating." Shinsou says while sinking into Izukus ass, hissing at the too-tight drag. Izuku didnt like him to use much-- if any--lube, since hes sure mic is bigger than shinou. "Honestly I see you more as like, a brother?"

"Me too," izuku replies in Aizawas voice, Shinsous mask strapped tightly around his mouth as he tries his best to keep it upright because Eraserhead wouldnt push his face into the pillow the way Izuku wants to. "I just really dont see you that way at all.'

(notably, neither of them has any siblings)

they dont EXCLUSIVELY do things they think their 'target' would do, they are best friends who are mutually fulfilling the other ones fantasies. there are some things off limits-- (Izuku wont accept more than two fingers in the front, he wants to save it for mic-- just in case) and even though shinsou is sure that aizawa is a top, at best a switch, he isnt interestd in bottoming for izuku.

'hes special, you know? i wouldnt do it for just anyone' and izuku completely understands. he doesnt like shinsou to mimic mics voice because his voice is too SPECIFIC, too nuanced, but he DOES like to be called 'listener' as a pet name.

So this goes on, years of being comfortably obsessed and debased, honest only with eachother. theyve graduated from UA and hardly ever see Eraserhead or Mic anymore. Izuku still listens to his radio show and sometimes they catch sight of Eraserhead on a patrol, but thats about it.

and then one day their agencies call ALL OF THEM to some big case, all 4 of them in the room together for the first time in years, and they get to be alone together for the very furst time

and aizawa and mic are fun and casual with them. seeing them as fellow hereos now. they are 25ish, fully formed, independent and strong, theyve been pros longer than they were ever at UA. Hey, how about we all go hang out? how about we all catch up? lets go drinking-- lets go dancing-- lets go for a ride

and the last think they really remember being out of it and twisted up together in the back seat and maybe aizawa and mic were doign somethign in the front, its all unclear--

and they wake up at home. bruised and bitten, sore, leaking, full. They both feel like theyve been hit by a truck. they feel like got hit with a quirk. they feel like they partied for days without stopping.

But it was just one night, and they are in their own bed, and when they stumble to the shower there is blood--just a little between izukus thighs, where he can tell his puss got used, but mor importantly there is much more of it splattered along their hands and faces, washing down the sink

'we must have gotten into a fight' they think, and largely brush it off. they are heroes, those things happen. 'more importantly, did we finally have sex with them??' it seems liek they must have, they are excited, not upset at all. they are only upset they blacked out from drinking. they see emic again that evening at work but emic arent acting like they did anything at all last night. so not a fun consensual night of mutual fun.

thats.. more concerning. Were they roofied? they are both so obsessed with them that they dont even really mind if they were-- they HOPE that emic wanted them that bad in fact, they get off together fantasizing about it-- but then izuku gets panicked. why would they have needed to? we wouldve done it willingly in a second. Izuku panicking about what if after all this time it was shinsou that fucked him and not mic at all???

emic arent fessing up so they take to their hero resources. following security cameras to see where they ended up last night ,but losing sight of mics car in an area largely abandoned because of an old town-destroyign quirk effect. no cameras around there. no proof but they do find out that there was a murder there that night. something grizzly and violent, the likes of which the cops in that area have never seen before.

And Shinsou and Izukus stomachs drop as they realize... maybe they arent the crazy people in this scenario. maybe they arent the sickos. Maybe the objects of their obsession did something terrible to them-- or had them do something awful to other people-- and they are just too blind to see it

After all this time, could the people they are in love with actually be monsters?

and if its true, are the two of them good enough people to stop wanting them?

or is it too late for them?

Theyll have to investigate, have to get closer, have to repeat the circumstances and figure out what mic and aizawa are up to!!! (thats all i got in that TONE but below, some random things) something-something some instance during their investigation in which they accidentally end up fucking the WRONG partner. not being attracted to them personally but LOCKING IN and consenting so that they can memorize it all and bring it back to their boyfriend and do it more accurately-- and realizing they have been... wAY off base. that they are much scarier in person, in real life, in bed, and then when they try to repeat the perfomance with their partner they get too into it and its kind of scary for both of them, who have been so In Tune with eachother for so long

izuku and shinsou are willing to accept (and EAGER to accept) a CERTAIN level of evil from the object of their affection, but there is a LIMIT and the worry is they mightve crossed it. Story wise have thebig reveal turn outto be an evil thing that they CAN in fact accept. its bad but not as bad as they had built up in their heads, and the two of them have BIG imaginations and have imagined emic doing horrible things for so long that they are kind of immune to it. emic picked up on the slight sheen of madness in their eyes and finally went for it. a certain level of 'driving you insane on purpose' because they have spied on you and know youre obsessed with them. some mindfucky here to see how far they could push you and OH GOOD you sprang right towards them and into their bed! happy ending with 4 kind of bad very unhealthy people that are happy to just be obsessed with eachother.

[finniestoncrane]

🔪,🏜,🦋 and 🎨 for the Truth or Dare ask game 🤭💚

🔪 ⇢ what's the weirdest topic you researched for a writing project?

ok continuing from the last research topic i got weir about: i also once tried to rewrite macbeth for a class and set it in the deep south of louisiana in the 19th century, and so for the witches i really wanted them to be voodoo priestesses, and i did a lot of research on cajun stuff and voodoo and it was all fascinating but i forgot to write anything because i got stuck on looking things up and became distracted lmao

🏜️ ⇢ what's your favourite type of comment to receive on your work?

not to be pathetically needy but any? lmao although i do particularly like when people are really open!! i think one of the times my heart felt the fullest was when someone reblogged and said they'd just jerked off to my fic which made me feel like that was my purpose in life lol

🦋 ⇢ share something that has been on your heart and mind lately 

i've been worrying a lot lately about my ability to form bonds with people and my ability to be a good friend. i always wish i could express to people how much they mean to me, it's somethign that always bothered me. when i was in my last year of school a friend died really tragically, and i never really let him be my friend because i thought he was too cool for me and didn't want to embarrass him although looking back i can see he genuinely enjoyed the connection we had. and i'm always disappointed that i still let that feeling hold me back, because you never know when someone will be gone, especially with all my beloved internet connections!! they could just delete one day and never know how i truly felt about them!! but i'm going to work on it!!

🎨 ⇢ link your favourite piece of fanart and explain why you like it

i have waaaaaaay too many, but tbh a lot of them are gifts i've received from people (and a lot of them are yours 💚💚💚) of eddie and those are in a folder and un-linkkable!! so a linked one, i'm going to pick one of the first dano!riddler fanarts i ever saw, and i think of it often because it let me to "don't let's start" by tmbg!!

[fear-no-mort]

rick and morty is just what happens when a story that normally would be told through something like an indie game or a webcomic or a book series is instead a mainstream show aimed toward adults. and i think it’s beautiful it’s somethign i really love thinking about. rnm has like one of the most interesting foundations for a narrative ive ever seen. extremely normal family just living their life, sure the mother had kind of a rocky childhood but she’s Mostly Fine but then her dad comes in and he’s this guy with literally billions of enemies literally wanted by Everyone in some way for something he has and he’s here because he got tired of hunting his nemesis who is literally himself because he killed his wife which he can’t even see through any of his weird interdimensional travel shit because she was literally wiped from everything ever. and now the family just has to live with him at first only because they think he’s making their son smarter but over time it becomes more apparent that really isn’t the case but they let him stay anyway because by then they’ve all sort of trauma bonded by the things brought on by this guy anyway. but the problem is i see a lot of people getting into the show purely because of that and only expecting the show to always do huge deep lore stuff. which it cant. it has to go for at least 3 more seasons after this (that’s what i heard) so of course it’s gonna drag on with stuff that seems nothingburger and pointless to people who originally only got into the show for the overarching plot. it’s an animated adult show it’s gonna be like that. to me all the extra fucking awesome lore and deep characters and insanely interesting concepts is just extra good stuff. nothing big could ever happen in rnm again and id still love it id never get tired because unfortunately i Love the show!!!!!

[tsukuharuko]

It's been...a year since they've met..since that very first day and the little adventures they would have since then. Through her friendship Yusuke had gained a lot..the drive to better himself, a food truck, two very hyper puppies, a few hens and roosters and a very big and empty house...there's going to have to be some changes because this..what they have between them, much like him it needed to change.

So of course once she was done with her own shift, he was at her flat per usual and once she came home he greets her with a smile. "Haruko I need ya t' sit down because..I dunno this news is big." Huh, maybe he should have led with a nickname..instead of using her name. He's probably shifted the tone more than he intended. "This friendship between us..hugging, cuddling, kissing..and..the sex which are all amazing by the way..it just can't go on. I've got an epiphany yesterday and it made me realize how I felt..how I've always felt..but before that here." He places a key into her hand, the key towards his house, all doors will never be locked for her again. "That's a key to our home and I guess the reason I called ya here is t' say I don't want t' be your friend." He took hold of both her hands. "I wanna be yer boyfriend." For the life of him he couldn't think of ANYTHING romantic to say. "So, how about it, I'm too in love with ya t' let this chance slip."

Haruko sat on the couch at Yusuke's request. She was confused -- he didn't usually call her by her actual name. Was there somethign wrong? But he seemes happy...

Then he started speaking. At first, Haruko felt her heart sink in her stomach. It can't go on. She knew it. She expected it. She couldn't hope things to stay the same, she knew someday Yusuke would have realised he deserved better, someone equally amazing as him, and that wasn't her; tears started filling her eyes at the perspective, and she pressed her lips together, ready to hear the rest.

But when the rest came... Haruko's heart soared back in her chest, palpitating like never before. She blinked through tears -- did she hear it well? Was it all true? She stared at the key Yusuke put in her hand, baffled. The key to his house -- and in a way, the key to his heart, too.

"Yusuke, I..." She stammered, tears of joy running down her cheeks. "Are... Are you sure? I..." She sniffled, fingers entwining with his. "I never thought I could ever be enough for you but... I-If you're sure, if it makes you happy..." A moved sob escaped her chest. "I-I couldn't be happier myself!"

She threw her arms around him, crying of joy against his shoulder. She pulled back to look at him with the warmest, most tearful smile ever, so happy she felt she could die on the spot and not regret it.

"Yusuke, I..." She leaned in, ready to kiss his lips. "I love you so much..."

BEEP BEEP BEEP--

Haruko jerked up with a gasp, heart still racing. She glanced around, confused, before realising she was in her bedroom. Pu was heald in her arms, and by the blue feather stuck on her lip, she could bet she was kissing him-- Oh. Oh no.

It was just a dream, she groaned, letting herself fall back against the pillows with a groan. She sighed, staring at the ceiling with a bitter sense of frustration. Of course it was a dream. As if, she thought, frowning at her own fantasies.

But at least the Haruko in her dreams managed to speak out her feelings for her. She wished she could be as brave in real life...

[solardick]

I see. Card letter Rr temperance would fallow card letter Xx-rus. Except that in this case card Cc claims captivating.

Take card Xx-rus. The cherub and the toil. Trees are bare. Whats left on the top is out of reach. Everythign else is dead or picked clean. The peaks speak of christmas. And a place of warmth. The cherub. Gardian of the gate to the gardennof eden. In this case. The tops. To be reserved. For cheer and holi. Prob’em issue is here with the person toiling, encumbered. There’s no reservation. All consumption. In this case, as a c’ash, speaks for the cherub to say. “Uh, no.”

But i foond somethign fun too.

Card letter Фф, for at the moment,- ehich originally gave letter F to the emperor. And yes that works.- but here in this case card letter Bb, is being used for the jcuzen set. As images a man behind a table. Card letter Cc as the virgin priestess. With the old letters BcD on it. And card letter Ww the moon card, to all be tied up with card letter Дд, russian Dd.

A curios for the symbols Фф compared the Bb. Purely symbolically speaking of the form.

Im pulling the moon card out completly. Fuck that card. The only thing boiling up to the surface for me is my pecker.

But, guess this feeling is here to stay to remind me hiw they wasted over 25 years of my life. Neglected my childhood to shit and then raped me. Somy entire existance from birth on is nothing but bs by ither people fucken around with my existance. I dont want to be alive anymor w

Sorry i selflessly helped out a member of the opposite sex yesterday. I deserve to feel like i just got fucked up the ass all night.

Im juts going to

Start trashing awomen and fagskets from now on. Like it matters on my karma.

Ive been being treated as trash simce i was born. 40 years later nothings changed. Well it dorsnt seem to have anything yo do with ciggareetes. Might ascwell keep smoking. Ive barely snoked at all in four days. And its wirse now than it has for the last couple weeks. Oh its a mars venus aspects again. Lets give him another dose of dick in ass desease. Instant suicidal idealization. Motovation to boot.

Y’all traininf me like a fuxken dog.

Yay. Another biolent putburst. Rape me sone mote. Its bever been that intense in the morning.

Honna lise my shit one day and go on a killing spree.

I got a few neighbours that need to go. My ebyire family needs to go. The history tracher from highachool neesa to go. And along with have the people ive ever met withholding personall information about me from me with sly cicksuckers smiles. They all need to die too.

Its ok myqyeer side doesnt have any moral barriors. Thats whyni killed it when i was 14. That blond from the billards…. List fgoes on.

But i want to take my sweet time with my father and two ilder brothers. My mother can watch and lise ger sanity. And then ill tell how much i love her.

Hurry up nato get russia to throw a preliminary warning missile to the states. It’ll get shot down but the message would have been made.

Im sick of being alive anyway. All there is in the world is fucken harm to my person. Everywhere ive ever beensince my first memeory. The only

Consistency ive evwr had.

Well, nit so much, they’re doing a miraculous job at ruining my entire existence, my will’s been broken for over 25 years. And all they do is make such it never mends.

This dick and ass desease theyve given me. Is just going to keep me in a self-destructive spiral away from nirvana. Which is just a infantile glowing golden light.

And there s nothing i can do about it. Just dwell on 40 years of sick memories. And people

Laughing at me.

Look at this crap.

The only way this chart makes any sense is the natural system. Or (whole -1=aries) what a load of crap. I dont want this. Send it back.

Keep the fire burning for a long lost hope.

No family, no fun, no growth. Juno and vesta. Before ine walks into pluto. And saturn cutting the bud of any solar acheivement. Wanting peace, calm and goid things. Held back into the shadows of scorpio and orhers peoples bs. Mars goes to the moon for somwthing substantial yet, destructive and intoxicating. Pluto pluing into neptune as the midheaven. Creating his reputation for him.

Jupiter is a sham and doesnt makevany sense other than a large group of people making the decisions. In opposition to nessus. And the poison seeping in from his desperation and misery and reactions from all the chaos and harm to his person. From all the stress.

Any harm done by him. Is emmidiatly fallowed by care and concern. Which is mostly fue to other peoples interference. Even if its disrupting their peace. “ i didn’t want to intrude…” i dont mean to offend” or. I wasn’t aware. Because its slways hardship. They can play nice. But they just quip in that saturn at the end.

Pholus opposition vesta. Hahah. They’ll make you lose the flame everytime. And then things get dark. Anddsly smiles come out from perversion grooves of mildread.

It says. There is no help.

And yet at the end of any connection. A flame is lit. A good deed is made. Before being forced in by external forces by obsessive personalities. It’s the same light he tries to share withanother. Holding their hand watching them die. And moving on. But it is not his power. And the forced changes are never pleasant and nothing good comes out from them. He can still look back at that one “last” lit flame and know that he is still himself.

If thats the power of the hermit. I know him better than anybody.

Seeing how his family is leo/cancer dominant. They run the monopoly as being the source of toxicity. The nessis chariclo whathave you. Stelium on 14 leo. Conjuncts the pluto of his pstents. The mother is uranus in sag. She being a sag. Always home. Always absent beyond her erratic tendencies of violent outbursts. Off away in another faraway land inside her head. Yet gifting him an appreciation for beautiful things. Father is cancer and leo. Alwaysl absent. Never present. Erratic and violent himself. As he was never home. Always off in some far land somewhere fucken his hookers. So they’re both uranus.

Both distant relatives that you dont know very well but, you do know they exist.

….. juno, the asteroid of anothe rof jupiter consorts, signifier of marriage, commitment and pregnancy, conjunct the descendent. Point of paterneships and marriages. In the personal experimece in which it is found to history as his father holding the torch of marriage to a dead relationship. Seeing to his life’s work goes to the support of his memory. Though shat over every other part of it. Same one i carry seems to be. But to personal experience. Theres not much to trust. Cant count on the line up of women set and pressed to dis-stress any positive attachment to. But they all seem to be women in the whole spectrum of age fertility. In the last few years. A woman, with a child, a baby, or a soon to be. The older ones are better. Carry the torch through the rough. See to the necessities.

But, needs or way over there, compassion, temperance as she really is. The virgin priestess. As all new mothers are. All the choas and roughhousing the spyche lead to needs of peace and calm and absence of family and harm not harmony. It was all scorpio shit. The sex becomes flaccid theres too much negative energy being stung out of there that there can be no loving attendance.

They can gift wrap it in rainbows and corrupt the core by letting the victim invite dracula in his home. Kind of hard to be one with nature.

Y is counted as a consonant but plays its part as a vowel. In -ony, as in one, ona, oni, onu, ono, its really only one, with an e, thats starts with a w-y sound. As one may get from Yne. Pronounce Y with ne. If you get when. Then. Thats acceptable too. May call the final judgement card harm and harmony. Man and woman. The eerie part of it is. It has a time. Resolute, it intimidates.

But, all torches aside. Im not going to survive.

And that is him. All bundled together in aries. Everything else outthere. Isnt him.

He’s not going to be alive no more, he’s gonna be dead

Sing with me. Bring some holi into this bs. 🎶he’s not going to be alive no mo-re. He is going to be dead. 🎶

Hurry up ww3 so people can leave me the fuck alone.

🎶dick in ass desease. He‘s gonna be dead.🎶

He‘s not gonna be alive no more. He’s gonna be dead. He’s not gonna be alive anymore. He’s gonna be dead. 🎶 why is he at work? He has nothing to fo but walk around and sing.

All he wants to donis sooth his ass. But its a futile endeavor because its chronic. And he’ll end up doing nothing else but fiddling with his ass every day. Multiple times a day. Not a life worth living

Just a while longer. Ans he can be dead. He’s not surviving this life. He was never foing to. It was alreasy before he was born. He’s a dead man.

All he can do is game. And even that is hoghly conditionign and manipilative of the psyche but its the only thing he can do to forget about suicide.

[whatsupwither]

#9 It.Got.Worse. :D

It's been a while but trust me when I say things didn't get better. After the whole Ian thing I actually didn't really stop talking with him. I just decided to stop starting our messages. ofc that didn't stop him. He decided to get things steamier again but this time I decided to just tell him how I feel about it. He was okay with it and I was hoping this would make him stop talking to me, well he still does for a while. I thought I should just let it be as it is. I had a meet up with an old childhood friend and decided to tell him about Ian. These were his exact words to me: "You Dumb Fucking Bitch... I'm sorry... But did you really lose your head because you're attracted to him?" I never wanted to scream before. Turns out you can actually screen record ig pictures and videos wihtout the other person finding out. He probably did and did everything I said he would. FUCK FUCK FUCKKKKK!!!!

That's when I decided to just kick him out of my life basically. I'm done with him. It doesn't help that my cat, has been with me for 11 years, is dying. I honestly would love to just call Ian and talk and vent but he can go fuck himself. I've been crying everyday now and it got to the point where people are telling me that I look very tired at practice.

Jeremy is back btw. turns out he is not away for good (which I kinda hope he will). We rolled here and then but yesterday, i was again just the two of us in the elevator and we have our usual banter and right before we go on our ways, he sort of egged on me for not being nice on the elevator, so I decided to say something nice and thought fuck it might as well tell him a bit of how I feel so I told him that I actually sometimes wanna kiss him. and I left immediately after HAHA. I regret saying it. I should've said somethign extra mean and tell him thats the nicest he's gonna get.

Well turns out its mutual because he dmed that night and told me he felt the same way. we continued talking for a bit and I told him about when he invited me over and how I wanted to kiss him then and we both sort of decided during our chat it was for the best we both dont try anything.

I'll be avoiding him for awhile now. and when we do meet, I'm definitely gonna pretend like nothing happen and just give him as much as a cold shoulder as I possibly can. It's not because I don't like him, its to keep things less awkward and more friendly ig. He had the audacity to mention how he'll break my heart and everything... cute. very cute. I'm attracted to him, sure, but I don't like him that way. I can't even imagine myself with him nor do I have the desire to have a future with him. I'm not afraid to say that yes, I wanna do more than kiss him, and I am not at all concerned about liking him but I am about being awkward right after or ruining what we already have. I don't think Im a casual relationship type of person either, I wouldn't feel comfortable moving forward like that so probably best to keep things the way it is. I do feel better now with where we are because we've talked and pretty much agreed its whats best.

Wish me luck.

[darkhorse-javert]

Ok, here goes. because this Idea is too cute to let go

I live in a graveyard. Well not in a graveyard exactly. In the old Graveyard Keeper's house on the edge of a graveyard that few people visit anymore.

It's not really creepy, unless you think to hard about it. I have a great 'garden', and the house was cheap for it's size, because some people are creeped out by living by a graveyard. And no noisy neighbours having parties, either, which isn't my scene.

If there are ghosts, as I said, I don't think about it too hard. Hopefully they won't bother me, as i'm not bothering them. And yes, i did check, the house was never on Graveyard land.

It's one High Summer night, when it's finally dark and I have all the upper windows open, trying to sleep, that I hear it.

"Woof."

I listen for a moment, then roll over, and resettle my sheet. Someone braver than me is walking their dog now it is both dark and cool. Well, cooler. Not my business.

"Woof." There is somethign different, rather insistent in the bark, like the dog we had when I was younger, wanting us up in the mornings so he could have his breakfast.

"Woof." Yes, exactly the same metronomic quality. There'll be no sleeping through this. I swing my legs out of bed, and go over to the window, looking down into my small walled garden and beyond. There's a good moon, good enough to see a large black shape sitting at the garden/graveyard gate.

"Woof." says the shape. I peer out beyond it, but there's no figure moving, only the glints of the gravestones in the moonlight.

Someone's dog run off, and ended up at my gate. Better go down and see who it belongs to. I pully my head back in, check my watch, 11pmand flick the light on, so I can go down the stairs.

As I open the back door, I'm greeted by another "Woof" from the dog, I lean over the gate and it sits there, quite calmly, looking back at me, tongue out in a smile.

"Hello you..." I say, softly, slightly singsong "What are you doing here?" The dog doesn't move, stays sat and smiling. I take a chance and swing the gate open a little, offering a hand. carefully. The dog sniffs it slowly, doesn't move, and certainly doesn't bite

"Good dog.. goooood dog" I sooth, stepping forwards and reaching to it's neck. at the same time i quickly take in the dog's appearence, dark coat, appears black in this light, silver edges on the ears, and no apparent tail. That's odd, tail-docking, cosmeticly anyway has been outlawed for years, and this dog isn't old enough to be done before the law came in. My hand reaches the collar, and runs around it. It's a big, thick leather band, more like the collar you'd have on a greyhound than anything. Ao disk to look at, but the coolness of metal under my fingers all around. The dog pants.

"You'd like some water, boy." I keep a hand lightly on the collar "Come on." The dog whines, stays sitting.

I step a little away, bend down and try to be exciting, patting my knees, hoping I won't get bounced and knocked down "Come, come here."

The dog shifts it's front paws, then actually whines. It clearly doesn't want to move. I try again, and it leans, but won't move. No point trying to drag it, even a small dog can be immovable if it wants to be, never mind one that large. Dog will not go to water, so water will come to dog. I dart into the kitchen, putting the back door on the catch, grab the washing up bowl and fill it with water from the sink, then carry it, precariously out to the dog.

"Stay... Stay. I order as I set the bowl down. Although what I'll do if it, he?- doesn't stay.

The dog puts it's muzzle down and laps hard for a few moments. Then it lifts its head, and stretches out to me. Slowly, I stroke it's head.

"Good dog."

It pants at me once more, then turns away and trots off, deaf to all my calls. I follow, carefully, but it vanishes into the weave of the graves, behind a particularly tall one. Now I wish it had a great long flag tail to give me a clue. And my back door is open, as is the gate

Only when I go back and look at the water bowl, do i realise none is gone, and the wegthmarks are fading from the grass

Okay, apparently there is one ghost in the graveyard. A Good Dog.

Do you think anyone has told the church grims they're good doggies lately. i am telling the church grims they're good doggies.

[seidenbros]

Dancing on My Own

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Pairing: Eddie Munson x Steve Harrington | Steddie

Word count: 4616

Summary: Steve and Eddie spent a night togther, but Eddie thought it was better to keep this between them - because he thought that's what Steve wanted. They haven't talked ever since and Robin takes it upon her to make them talk. Only that things don't really go according to plan. - Or the way they broke each other's hearts without wanting to, before they finally make a step towards each other again. | Inspired by this song

Warning/Tags: hurt/comfort, angst, bit of fluff, smut, drinkings, idiots in love, friends to lovers, anal sex, anal fingering, hand jobs, unpeotected sex, love confessions, lots of kissing (let me know if I missed anything) | 18+ MINORS DNI

Author’s note: Okay, I could have ended this before the smut, but then my head was like NAH TRY IT, so this is the first time I'm writing mlm smut at all, so if there's somethign I can improve/change, whatever, let me know 💚

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“Come on, it’ll be fun, Eddie,” Robin practically begged him. “And it will be a good way to unwind. Steve will be there as well.”

At that, Eddie’s ears perked up, and his heart started beating faster. Nearly four weeks had passed since they’d spent the night together. After everything they’d been through, they’d spent more and more time together, and that night, Eddie had ended up at Steve’s house, looking for some company - and if he was honest with himself, he knew that his heart had led him straight to the man it was beating for. They’d talked, they’d laughed, and then they’d ended up cuddling, which had led to so much more.

In the morning, they’d both been a little flustered, and Eddie had been the first to play it down. They’d both been lonely, they’d needed some company, and so the situation had come about. They shouldn’t mention it to anyone, keep their friendship up, right? It was something just between the two of them, nobody else needed to know. Except Robin, because she always found out things like these.

It had been Eddie’s idea, because he didn’t want Steve to feel under pressure, to feel like this had to mean something, while in reality, Eddie wanted to wrap him up in his arms and never let him go again. Nobody had ever made him feel like Steve had. It hadn’t just been the sex, it had been everything else. The way Steve had looked at him, had touched him, had kissed him, like he needed Eddie to breathe… And still, he’d kept that to himself. Because when it came to stuff like this, Eddie was a little self destructive. And he liked to make these choices himself, spare himself the heartbreak instead of giving someone else that power.

What he hadn’t seen that moment, was the way Steve’s face had crumbled. For weeks, he’d known just what he was feeling for Eddie, he just hadn’t had the courage to do something about it, to ruin a friendship like this. That night had been perfect in every way, and he’d hoped that they could talk about it in the morning, only to be shot down by Eddie telling him to keep what had happened a secret.

Ever since then, Steve had tried his best not to talk to Eddie or at least be alone with him somewhere. Because it hurt. Every time he saw Eddie, his heart squeezed painfully, making him remember what he couldn’t have. It was easier this way, to get Eddie off his mind.

“And you think he’ll want to see me?” Eddie asked, raising a questioning eyebrow at her. “He’s been ignoring me for weeks.”

“Can you blame him?” Robin heaved a sigh, crossing her arms over her chest. There were no customers at Family Video at the moment, and Steve had the day off, so Eddie had visited her - because he wouldn’t run into Steve. Eddie was leaning against the counter, tossing a videotape from one hand into the other and back, until he stopped due to her question. What was she talking about?

“You think I don’t know? Steve told me everything. E-Very-Thing!” She enunciated every syllable to make it clear to him that Steve had not only told her about the night - Eddie had already guessed that much - but also about the following morning.

“So?” Eddie asked, putting the videotape down, not looking up at Robin. “We had our fun that night, then we moved on.” Shrugging his shoulders, Eddie slowly glanced up at Robin again.

“Are you really that blind?” She stared at him in disbelief. Normally, it was Steve who didn’t have a clue. “Oh my God, you are!”

“What are you talking about?”

“Steve’s in love with you! And you broke his heart that morning in telling him to not talk about it.” Robin shook her head, getting a headache from this whole conversation. “You crushed him, Eddie. So it’s no wonder that he’s been ignoring you. ‘Cause he can’t look at you without hurting all over again.”

“You’re joking.” Eddie stared at her for a moment before he shook his head. He tried to remember that morning before he’d said anything, tried the time before all that happened, but he’d always stolen glances at Steve when the other one wasn’t looking. That morning, though, Eddie had woken up in Steve’s arms, and Steve had already been awake, watching him sleep. The smile on his lips had nearly melted Eddie’s heart, but the panic had set in immediately. “Fucking hell,” he muttered, rubbing both hands over his face.

“You’re the one who wanted to keep this a secret, while Steve wanted to tell everyone and build something with you. But you talked before he even had a chance to tell you that.” Idiots. They were both idiots, because Steve could have gone up to Eddie and tell him what he felt, but he hadn’t. Robin understood, because he wasn’t ready to get his heart broken again, but at the same time, she just knew that Eddie was feeling the same way, just pulling the plug before anything had been able to bloom between them.

“Jesus Christ,” Eddie mumbled, but a smile was appearing on his lips. “But that means, there’s still hope, right? I fucked up, but I cans till explain it to him.”

“You can shoot your shot at the party later. It’s at the Eugene farm, and Steve and I are definitely going.” Yes, she was trying to play matchmaker here, but she knew how much they both liked each other, and she was willing to help them out, if they weren’t able to do that alone.

“Right… I’ll be there.” Eddie grinned at her, suddenly elated, because of his new knowledge. He found himself really looking forward to the evening.

—

When Robin knocked on Steve’s door that evening she heard him call from inside that the door was open. They wanted to walk over to the farm together, so it was the easiest way to meet up at his house - his parents were gone anyway, like they pretty much always were. This time on a vacation to have some quality time together and work on their marriage - though Steve doubted that it would work.

“There you are,” Steve said with a big grin as Robin entered the kitchen, but he wasn’t alone. “You remember Caitlyn?”

Actually, she didn’t, and she didn’t want to know that girl if she was being honest, which had nothing to do with Caitlyn herself – Robin was sure that she was a really nice girl - but with the whole Eddie situation.

“Nice to meet you,” Caitlyn stepped forward, giving her a smile.

“Likewise.” Robin nodded, tried her best to smile while her mind was racing. She’d told Eddie to come, to talk to Steve, and he was going to that party with his… whatever Caitlyn was, but by the way Steve pulled her to his side and she laughed at one of his stupid jokes that made Robin roll her eyes, she was sure that this would end in a disaster.

Robin didn’t have a chance to inform Eddie what was going on, because they left straight away. Her only chance was to find him at the party before he saw Steve and Caitlyn together, pretending to be happy and in love. Well, maybe not on her part, but Robin knew that Steve was just trying to distract himself, which wasn’t exactly fair on Caitlyn, but… There wasn’t exactly anything Robin could do about it right now.

The party was loud and there were lots of people she knew, but also some she hadn’t come across yet. When Caitlyn offered to get them some drinks, Robin was grateful, because that meant that she’d get a moment alone with Steve.

“What is this?” she asked, pointing in Caitlyn’s direction.

“My date?” Wasn’t it obvious? That he was trying to move on, to get some distraction?

“Yeah… I get that. And I can guess why, it’s just…” Robin gave an exasperated sigh, throwing her hands up. “I told Eddie that you’d be here and how you’ve been feeling and he wants to talk to you.”

“You did not!” Mortified, Steve looked at his best friend, heart plummeting. Eddie had made it pretty clear to him that he didn’t want him, at least not where everyone would see them. What was there to talk about? “Robin, this is none of your business!”

“Oh, so I can’t care about my friends?”

“That’s not what I meant. But this… it’s done, okay?”

“It’s not. You should have seen the way he reacted, Steve. He said that he’s fucked up and that he wants to explain it to you.”

“Explain what?” Caitlyn asked, handing them their drinks, innocent smile still in place, her eyes fixed on Steve.

“Nothing important,” Steve waved his hand, plastering a smile on his face, while his mind was racing. Was Robin serious? Was Eddie really here to talk to him? He couldn’t imagine it. Then again, he hadn’t really talked to him in weeks.

“I’ll check to see if the others are already here,” Robin announced, turning around to leave them and find Eddie. Yes, she’d love to see Jonathan, Nancy, Argyle, everyone, but right now, Eddie was her top priority.

—

Eddie couldn’t deny that he was nervous when he set foot on the premises. He’d already heard the music on his way there, his van parked a little further away. He wasn’t really planning on driving home tonight, because he’d either make up with Steve or get drunk, and he might be a lot of things, but not someone who drove when he’d had too much to drink. The music wasn’t exactly his cup of tea, but there were worse things than that. To be honest, he couldn’t even really listen to the music, because there was so much going on in his head. His heart was trying to beat out of his chest, hammering against his rib cage and making it hard for him to breathe for a moment. But then he took a deep breath and stepped into the midst of all these people. Normally, he wouldn’t be seen with most of them, because they still considered him a freak, but he wasn’t there because of them. He was there because of Steve.

His feet followed the music into the barn, where most people were dancing. He hadn’t found Steve or anyone outside, so he thought that they might be in here. Though this dancing was more an excuse to get close and make out on the dancefloor. Eddie rolled his eyes, waving his way through the people and into a corner, where he could get on a box to look over the people here.

“Eddie!” he suddenly heard Robin’s voice next to him before she grabbed his elbow, pulling herself up next to him.

“Hey, I’ve been looking for you!” Eddie managed a small smile, trying to hide how nervous he was. “And for Steve.”

“Yeah… talking about Steve…” Robin sighed, but Eddie’s eyes were already scanning the room again - and then he saw Steve. Locking lips with a girl.

“Are you shitting me,” Eddie mumbled, feeling his heart seize at the sight before him. He felt like someone had just rammed a knife into his back and was twisting it slowly.

“I had no idea, I swear.” Robin cursed herself for not finding him sooner, for allowing him to see this without a warning. “When I got there, she was there as well, and I tried to find you-”

“It’s not your fault, Robin,” Eddie cut her off, placing a hand on her shoulder. “You just wanted to help, I know.”

His eyes were still glued to Steve and this girl, as if he needed this, needed the pain to get Steve out of his head, out of his heart.

“Guess, I’m not good enough for him.” The sadness that shone in his eyes when he looked back at Robin made her want to wrap her arms around him and tell him that he was more than good enough, that he was what Steve needed. But right now, with this picture right in front of him, he wouldn’t believe her anyway. “So, if you’ll excuse me, I’ll steal a bottle of liquor and head back home.”

“Eddie…”

“No, it’s fine. Don’t worry about me.” Eddie did his best to smile at her, unaware of Steve who was finally looking his way. “I just… need some time alone.”

And with that, he was gone. He grabbed the first bottle he could get his hands on and wove his way through the crowd again, drawing the cold night air into his lungs, because he felt like he couldn’t breathe. It was a little better, now that he was outside, but it would only be close to fine when he brought some distance between Steve and him.

—

“You happy now?” Robin asked, visibly aggravated, when she got back to Steve.

“I-”

“I know you saw Eddie and me. So you really want to forget about this and not give him a chance? You really do?”

“Robin…”

“No, please tell me that you want to be with Caitlyn, and I’ll leave you two alone, but if you’re just doing this to forget Eddie, then you better get your ass out of here and follow him to talk to him.” Robin took a deep breath, her chest heaving, because she was so pissed off right now. “He feels the same way as you, dingus! Why do you think I told him to come here?”

“I’m-” Steve hesitated.

“He left, he took a whole bottle to get drunk. Go now or leave him alone!” Robin could see the wheels turning in his head for a moment, before he hugged her and turned around. Caitlyn was a nice girl, but not the person he wanted by his side, he’d just done what Eddie had told him to do. But he wasn’t ready to throw it all away. Not when he knew that Eddie felt the same way he did.

—

“Eddie! Wait!”

Eddie froze when he heard Steve’s voice behind him over the music in the distance. He’d already come a long way, but had only had a few sips from the liquor. He had no idea what it was, but it tasted awfully bitter. Still, in his situation, he really didn’t care. At first, he thought he’d imagined Steve’s voice, but when he turned around, he could see him jogging up.

“Go back to the party, Harrington,” Eddie called back, turning around to keep on walking. He had a long way to get home, because he wouldn’t take his van. He’d get it in the morning.

“No, I’m here to talk to you.” Steve finally caught up with him, his breathing laboured, but since he’d always been doing sports, he wasn’t completely out of breath.

“There’s nothing to talk about. Don’t you have a girlfriend to get back to?” Eddie lifted the bottle to his lips, but before he could take another sip, Steve grabbed it from him.

“She’s not my girlfriend.” She’d been his date, yes, but not his girlfriend, and he hadn’t said anything to her that could have made her think that. They’d just kissed, nothing more.

“Whatever… None of my business anyway.”

“And here I thought that you’d wanted to talk to me. Least that’s what Robin said.” Steve had to make him talk, had to hear it from Eddie why he’d wanted to keep their night together a secret.

“I did… But then I saw you two getting so cosy and left. Nothing to talk about anymore.”

“See, that’s where you’re wrong.”

“Steve… just get back, okay? I don’t want you to spend your precious time here, when you can get back to her.” Eddie didn’t look at him, he simply couldn’t because his chest was getting tight, making it harder for him to breathe. He had to get away, get home where he could close the door to the outside world and zone out.

“Eddie just… stop! Stop walking away from me!”

“You’ve been ignoring me and now you’re kissing someone else. Why should I wait here and talk to you?” Eddie knew that he’d screwed it up in the first place when he hadn’t been honest with Steve, when he hadn’t told Steve that he wanted him, wanted to hold his hand in public and make him scream Eddie’s name whenever he got the chance.

“Because I love you, you fucking idiot!” Steve yelled his words into the silent night, the farm too far away by now to still hear the music. His own heart was beating so fast, so loud that he feared that Eddie could hear it. But he’d just told Eddie that he loved him, and the seconds it took Eddie to turn around, felt like hours.

“You…” Eddie was at a loss for words, heart thumping against his ribs, his stomach all fuzzy from the sudden love confession he hadn’t expected at all.

Steve swallowed hard, but he stepped up to Eddie.

“I love you… And I just did that to… get you off my mind, because you said that we should keep this between us, not talk about i-”

Eddie pulled Steve towards him, sealed his lips with his own to make him shut up, to show him what he was feeling rather than put it into words. He’d never been good at voicing his feelings, but he could show Steve. He kissed him with such fervour that Steve couldn’t stop the moan from escaping his lips. Eddie seized this moment to swipe his tongue into Steve’s mouth, their tongues mingling, sending both of them on edge.

When they eventually broke apart, both of them were breathing heavily. Eddie’s hands had found their home on Steve’s waist, while Steve’s fingers were on the nape of Eddie’s neck, plunging into his hair and massaging his scalp a little. Eddie leaned his forehead against Steve’s.

“I think I made my feelings clear with that, didn’t I?” he whispered against Steve’s lips, almost felt him smile in turn.

“I’m not sure.. Could you maybe repeat that?”

“Stevie… I-” Eddie licked his lips, pulling back slightly to look at him. “I never wanted to hurt you. I only said that because I thought you wouldn’t want anyone to know about us, and I wanted to stop it right there rather than get hurt later on.”

“And I never intended to hurt you. I wanted this, wanted you.” Steve cupped Eddie’s cheek with his hand, ran his thumb over Eddie’s bottom lip. He had to groan when Eddie’s tongue darted out to meet his thumb. “Still do.” Steve’s eyes landed on Eddie’s lips, eyes darkening before he leaned down to kiss Eddie again.

Eddie’s hold on Steve’s waist tightened, fingers digging into his skin, before he pushed his hands beneath Steve’s shirt, let them travel across his back, feeling the warm, soft skin beneath his calloused fingertips.

Steve pulled his lips from Eddie’s again, only to pepper kisses along Eddie’s jaw, down his throat, pressing his tongue against Eddie’s skin every now and then.

“Fuck… Steve,” Eddie breathed out, closing his eyes, feeling his arousal grow. Steve had a way of getting him to lose his senses in a matter of seconds. Nobody else had ever achieved that, only Steve.

“Mhm? Want me to stop?” Steve grazed his teeth along Eddie’s skin, kissed his way back up to Eddie’s ear. “Just say the word!”

“Fuck no!” Eddie pressed Steve more against his own body, pushing his hips forward a little so that Steve could feel just how much he didn’t want him to stop. “Just don’t want anyone to see me dry humping you out in the streets. I’d much rather have you to myself.”

“That’s something we can arrange.” Steve pressed a kiss just beneath Eddie’s ear, before he pulled back, taking the other one’s hand to take him home. It was a good thing that his parents were out of town, because he knew that they both wouldn’t exactly be quiet.

As soon as the door was closed behind them, Eddie’s hands were on Steve again and vice versa. Messy, sloppy kisses were shared between them while they got rid of their clothes, a trail leading up to Steve’s room once they got there, both in their underwear by now. They’d gather their clothes later, or tomorrow, Steve really didn’t care, and neither did Eddie.

“Come here,” Eddie said with a smile, crooking his finger at Steve, who followed immediately. The kiss they shared now wasn’t as sloppy anymore, but it was filled with the love they both felt for each other. Eddie’s fingers ran down Steve’s sides, beneath the waistband of Steve’s boxers so that he could push them down. Steve was already painfully hard from the anticipation, from Eddie’s fingers on his body, and he groaned deep in his chest when Eddie’s fingers wrapped around his cock.

“Eddie…”

“Yes, big boy?” Eddie kissed the corner of Steve’s lips, before he kissed his way down to Steve’s chest, his hand lazily stroking Steve’s cock, collecting the precum with his thumb.

“I need…” Steve swallowed hard, brain going all fuzzy from what Eddie was doing.

“You need to use your words, babe.” Eddie rolled Steve’s nipple beneath his tongue, felt Steve’s hips buck up, thrusting his dick into Eddie’s fist.

“I’m not gonna last like this.” Steve’s trembling hands found Eddie’s boxers, and he made quick work of them, so that he could mirror Eddie’s movements, take the other one’s thick cock into his hand and give him a few firm strokes before they tumbled onto Steve’s bed.

“Fuck, Stevie…”

“I need to feel you inside me,” Steve whispered against Eddie’s lips, capturing them in a kiss, Eddie moaning into his mouth now. Steve’s hand found Eddie’d cock again, his thumb running over the slit, before he started moving his fingers up and down his shaft again.

“Get on your knees,” Eddie pretty much growled against Steve’s lips, making the other shiver, but he complied, turned around and got on his knees in front of Eddie. He kept looking back at Eddie, watching what he was doing, but Eddie knew from their last night, where Steve kept his lube.

Steve shuddered when he felt Eddie drop some lube on his hole, sucked in a breath, when he felt Eddie’s fingers as well, smearing the lube around to get Steve ready. He’d dropped some lube on his fingers as well for good measure.

“You’re so fucking beautiful, Stevie, you know that?”

His words alone made Steve moan and his dick twitch. Eddie had picked up on that really quickly, on the way Steve reacted to his words. His fingers were massaging Steve’s holw while he kissed Steve’s shoulder, slowly moving up. But Steve reached around to bring Eddie’s face closer to his so that he could kiss him. Steve’s low moan broke the kiss again, when he felt Eddie push one finger inside.

“You’re doing so good, baby. Does it feel good?” Eddie started moving his finger inside and when Steve nodded, he added a second finger.

“Fuck… yes,” Steve panted, reaching his left hand around to grip Eddie’s cock. “Want to make you feel good as well…” Eddie quickly swatted his hand away, already on the brink, because he enjoyed seeing Steve like this way too much. The greedy little sounds he made, the look he gave Eddie, pupils blown wide with lust…

“You’re already doing that, Stevie.” Eddie leaned forward, plastering a kiss on Steve’s lips, before he pulled back again, scissoring his fingers inside Steve to prepare him for Eddie’s cock. “You think you can take it? Take my cock?” Eddie’s voice was a low growl in Steve’s ear, making him shudder.

“Yes… Yes please… I need it!” The desperation in Steve’s voice broke Eddie’s resolve and he slowly pulled his fingers back, earning him a mewl from Steve at the loss of contact. But Eddie quickly positioned himself behind Steve, gathered some lube on his fingers to coat his own cock with it. Wrapping his fingers around his dick, he pressed the head against Steve’s hole. Eddie took a deep breath before he slowly pushed inside, inch by inch, giving Steve time to get used to him.

Steve stiffened for a second, but then he relaxed, letting out a moan mixed with Eddie’s name. Eddie kept still for a moment, but then he slowly pulled back again, nearly all the way out, but before he could do anything else, Steve pushed back against him, wanting more. Eddie grinned to himself, wrapping one arm around Steve to keep his back against his own chest.

“You alright, pretty boy?”

“Better than alright… But if you don’t start mov-” At that, Eddie pushed back inside him, starting to set a pace for the both of them, and Steve  let his head fall back against Eddie’s. “Fuck… yes… so good Eds.”

“Oh yeah! Taking me so well, baby.” Eddie moaned into Steve’s ear before he kissed down the side of Steve’s neck again down to his shoulder. “All of this for me, Stevie… Never gonna let anyone else touch you again.”

“Don’t want anyone but you Eds,” Steve put his hand on top of Eddie’s on his stomach, interlacing their fingers. Eddie’s other hand landed on Steve’s hip as his movements got faster, as he thrust harder into Steve, getting closer and closer to his high.

“You gonna come for me, Stevie?” Eddie raised his hand from Steve’s stomach, Steve’s own hand still on top of his when he wrapped it around Steve’s cock, earning a high pitched moan from Steve.

“Yes… so close…” Steve breathed out, head spinning, and he came with a cry when Eddie hit his prostate again and again after angling his hips. Eddie’s name left his lips in a chant again and again as ropes of come covered the sheets of Steve’s bed, but he didn’t care.

Eddie watched in amazement, his own thrusts growing sloppy as he got closer and closer to release. His hands gripped Steve’s hips tight as he tumbled over the edge, snapping his hips forward again and again, filling Steve with his come, until there was nothing left inside of him.

Trying to catch his breath, he wrapped his arm around Steve’s middle again. They collapsed onto their sides, Steve’s back pressed against Eddie’s chest. Slowly. Eddie pulled out of him, making Steve whimper for a moment.

When Eddie opened his eyes again, he placed soft kisses against Steve’s neck and his shoulder. His right hand drew lazy circles onto Steve’s hip, while he held Srteve’s hand with the other.

“That was…” Steve shook his head, not finding the right words.

“Yeah…” Eddie agreed, chuckling to himself when he leaned his sweat coated forehead against Steve's shoulder blade. “Can we just stay like this for five minutes?” He closed his eyes again, taking a deep breath. “Just in case this is a dream…”

“I can assure you that this is not a dream.” Steve raised their joined hand to his lips and kissed each of Eddie’s fingers, the cold metal of his rings a stark contrast to their heates skin. “And I’m glad that it isn’t.”

“So am I,” Eddie agreed, nuzzling his nose against Steve’s skin and breathing in deeply. Sometimes, the reality was indeed better than any dream, and this was the first time, he was witnessing it himself.

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[catcze]

How about shutting kazuha up with a kiss (consetual ofc)

I love his flowery words but sometimes he talks a bit much

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Reblogs are greatly appreciated !!

!!⠀Feat : Kazuha x GN! Reader

!!⠀## : Fluff !! 

!!⠀CWs : Kissing, fluffy feels, some making out? Nothing super duper suggestive tho. Also my poetry skills are shit I’m so sorry </3

I’ll be honest I didn’t expect to end up writing somethign this long, but here we are now akjsdnsa The way this has been sitting in my drafts for days bc I couldn’t come up w/ a romantic haiku for the life of me–– also i switched up the promt a teeny tiny bit hope you don’t mind!!

It's been going on for about two hours now.

Kazuha has been mumbling to himself, his brow furrowed in what you guess was frustration while he leans over the balustrade. Pale sheets of paper lay discarded on the glossy wood beside him, blank and unused. The young ronin has one hand grasping a sheet, while the other is busy twirling a brush-tipped pen.

He's been staring hard at the paper, worrying his lip and huffing, as if he expects the haiku to jump from his mind onto it without much preamble.

"Do you not feel tired?" You ask, reclining against the wall. You cock your head, a small smile on your face. "If you stare any harder at the paper, it might just catch fire, love."

Kazuha chuckles, still staring at his paper like a petulant kitten. "Perhaps," is all he replies before his lips are once more occupied mumbling disjointed lines of a poem that he just couldn't get right.

With a sigh, you push off from your relaxed position, taking a hold of his upper arm and gently tugging him back into the shade and out of the sun. "You might burn," you chastise him. "Perhaps you've been in the heat so long your brain melted–– what are you doing?"

Kazuha sighs, setting his writing materials on a nearby table. The moment his hands are empty, you take them into yours, squeezing them reassuringly. The wrappings on his right hand have loosened a bit, you notice. You'll have to re-do them for him later.

"I'm having some trouble composing a haiku," he says, his smile soft and a bit tentative.

"It wouldn't be the first time," you joke in return, causing him to address you with a dry stare and a cocked brow. You chuckle at him.

"I'm having some trouble," he reiterates, "because whenever I attempt to put my thoughts to paper... it never seems to fit. Every attempt I make to write down my words, it appears as if an error stares me in the face, and I just have to rectify it. I’m never satisfied by my results. "

“What makes this one so special?” You ask, squeezing his hands. “You’re not usually so critical of your haikus.”

Kazuha chuckles, a small grin on his face. You begin to swing your connected hands, something that softens his eyes with fondness.

“I wished for it to be a gift. For you.” He doesn’t look you in the eye when he says this, instead looking off to the side as a flush begins to creep up his neck. Nevertheless, he still talks despite his apparent embarrassment, and you can’t help but want to coo. He’s adorable.

“I hoped that you would take it as a gesture of my love and affection,” Kazuha says softly, taking one hand from your grasp and using it to stroke your cheek and cup your face, holding it as if it were the most fragile of glass. “The haiku I were to compose would have been to let you know how often I think of you. How often I wish to kiss you and hold you close.”

The redness had spread, painting his face in a pretty blush, but he does not shy away from your gaze now. His smile is soft, holding all his affections in such a simple thing. With the light behind him and the glow of the sea reflected in his eyes, you can’t help but admire the beauty that is Kaedahara Kazuha. His touch on you never roughens or jolts, no, he continues to hold you like you are that which is most precious to him. Maybe you are.

“Recite it for me anyway?” You ask him, voice shy. “I don’t mind if it’s unfinished. I just... if it’s important to you, I’d love to hear it.”

He chuckles, then nods in acquiesce. How could he resist when you make his heart beat so fast?

“Lips of clouds and dreams / Yearning for another touch / Weak to love’s caress.”

Kazuha waits in silence, feeling your cheeks grow hot in his palm. a smile grows on his face when your eyes avert from his, though there’s no mistaking the pleased warmth of your skin.

You clear your throat and he listens intently. “Say it again?” You request.

He does as you command, the words coming easier around this time. He recites haiku reverently, as if it were a gift he was leaving at your altar. Kazuha’s words are low and hushed, comparable to a purr, but not at all lacking for the impact they have on you.

“Again,” you tell him, leaning further into his palm.

He say it again, a grin beginning to form on his lips.

“Again.”

He says it again.

“Again.”

As many times as you ask, he will always comply. 

It surprises him the slightest bit, though, when you inch closer to him, close enough that you’re chest-to-chest and your unique smell ––like home, like an adventure–– is so strong that he feels like he’d happily suffocate on it. His hands come to warp around you, and your drape over his shoulders and encircle his neck. It feels so right to be entangled together, to have your bodies pressed so close not even the thinnest of papers could slip through. He relishes in the proximity, in the sparks that erupt in his chest at your touch.

Your breath is warm against his sensitive skin, and your lips are so close that they could touch. A minute shiver races up his back when you speak, drawing his half-lidded gaze to your mouth. 

“Say it again, Kazuha?”

“Lips of clouds and dreams.” The purr travels from his chest into yours, and his arms tighten around you. “Yearning for another touch.”

“Weak to love’s––” But before he can finish, your lips are sealed on his, cutting off his words and pulling a low, happy moan from him instead. Your kiss is insistent, lips moving against his and stealing his breath with every flick of your tongue. The arms around his neck tighten, pulling him closer to you (or, perhaps, pressing yourself closer to him) and deepening the kiss. 

He tastes sweet, you can’t help but notice. Like the dango he had once made for you, a specialty of his hometown. You sigh into him, and he eagerly swallows it. His skin is flushing under your touch, and your own body was beginning to warm the longer he held you in his embrace.

But good things can only last so long–– you both break apart when your breathing turns shallow. You don’t go very far, though, nor do you disconnect fully from each other. His breath is still warm and heavy on your kiss-swollen lips, and there’s a cute flush on Kazuha’s face. 

You lips curve into a smile, giddy and dopey from his touch, and he easily mirrors your expression. 

“Hi,” you say quietly, happily, leaning a bit to press your foreheads together.

“Hello,” he responds in the same tone of voice. There’s a glint of emotion in his eyes that makes your heart full, that makes the blood in your veins warm under his gaze. “I trust you enjoyed my gift?”

You laugh, brushing your lips together again. Instead of answering, you slot your lips together once more, your eyes fluttering shut as you lose yourself in the feeling. 

Kazuha enthusiastically kisses back, heart thrumming in his chest–– for he is, after all, weak to your love’s embrace.

[slasherhaven]

Could I request the Sinclair brothers with a future s/o that is mute? How would they react to our “friends” making fun of us, but we can’t speak up for ourselves

The Sinclair Brothers with a Mute Future S/O:

Bo Sinclair

As soon as he met you and your group of friends, he knew something wasn’t quite right. You remained silent as they spoke among themselves and to Bo, only giving small non-verbal responses to Bo when he spoke to you directly. Then our friends would scoff.

It wasn’t like you were shy...more like you just wanted to stay out of the way.

He tensed when he heard the first disguised insult thrown your way by one of your ‘friends’, that would explain your behaviour. 

One of your friends had flirted a little with Bo, huffing and rolling her eyes when he kept glancing at you curiously. 

That’s when she told him that you didn’t speak, like she was hoping it would put him off of you, rolling her eyes as she did so. Like you were a burden. 

It only made him dislike them more. Why the hell would they invite you on their trip if they were just going to treat you like shit?

Once Bo checked out the car, he told them that it would be a little while before it was ready and suggesting visiting the wax museum while you waited.

Your friends had agreed and left the garage without even addressing you. You had silently sighed before beginning to follow them.

“It’s Y/n, right?” Bo’s voice made you stop and turn back to him, nodding to answer his question.

“You sure they’re your friends?” he asked and you just shrugged, glancing out of the garage window and seeing that they were heading towards the museum. They hadn’t even noticed that you weren’t with them, you couldn’t help but frown a little.

“They don’t treat you so good” Bo pointed out, making you look back to him. 

You nervously fidgeted with your hands, only shrugging again. You wanted to talk to him, you didn’t want to seem rude, but your friend had already told him that you didn’t speak so you assumed he wasn’t too bothered by it. 

“My brother doesn’t talk, uses his hands normally. I know a little sign language, if you use it” Bo told you, making you look up at him and smile a little. 

‘They just invited me...thought it would be different’ you signed.

Bo was far from an expert in sign language but he knew bits and pieces, enough to understand you if you gestured slower than usual.

He wasn’t sure where the feeling was coming from but he couldn’t help but feel protective over you.

You seemed to shy and sweet, so poorly treated by those who call themselves your friends. He couldn’t help but want you for himself. 

“Don’t worry, sweetheart. They’ll get what they deserve” Bo assured you with a charming smile and a wink.

It made you blush, though you had no idea what he meant by that.

...you would soon come to learn what exactly his threat entailed when you would be the only on spared.

Vincent Sinclair 

Vincent had first seen you when you wandered into the wax museum with your friends. You had caught his attention, not chatting and laughing with the rest of the group, your attention was completely on his creations and pieces of art. You were admiring them.

He was just glad that somebody was appreciating his work...until he noticed the teasing.

One of the men you were with make a mocking comment about you, at which the rest of the group laughed. You just frowned, hanging your head before wandering off to the other side of the room to examine the paintings on the wall, getting away from the mockery. You didn’t even know why you agreed to come with these so-called friends.

Vincent frowned at the comment, feeling angry on your behalf. How could they call themselves your friends and treat you like that?

But at least they had used your name so he now knew it. Y/n. He hoped Bo would be kind.

When it came to dealing with your group, both Lester and Vincent had asked Bo to take it easy on you, you had already had a rough time and they had both become a little sympathetic since meeting you and your fake friends.

Lucky for you, Bo’s irritated was also mostly aimed at your friends, you really had just seemed like a punchbag that they brought along.

Vincent was the one who ask that you be spared, connecting with you the most. Bo was against it but was slowly convinced by his brothers.

Once you started staying with the brothers, mostly against your will, it was Vincent that you gravitated towards. You communicated with him the best and he was always kind to you, even if he was very shy.

When you first met him, he had apologised for the way your friends treated you, telling you that he knew what it felt like to be mocked for something you couldn’t help. He also apologised for everything that happened since you wandered into Ambrose.

Despite the situation you found yourself in, it was pretty easy to get along with Vincent. You understood each other and a part of you was grateful for that, Vincent was very grateful for you.

Lester Sinclair

Lester had come across your group when you care broke down and you were all standing around it. You were standing a little but away from the group, a slightly sad expression on your face. So, Lester had approached you once he parked and hopped out of his truck.

He had asked you if somethign was wrong, if you needed help, and your eyes widened slightly when yous struggled to respond.

He was confused until one of your friends pretty much pushed you out of the way, annouchign that you couldn’t speak with a scoff before telling him that their car broke down.

Lester cleared his throat, not liking how they treated you even though he only just met you. He told them he could drive a few of you into town and visit the garage.

But then he turned right back to you, making your friends huff and roll their eyes in annoyance, like you were a burden to them. 

“My brother don’t talk much either” Lester told you with a small but genuine smile. 

‘Do you sign?’ you asked using sign language, figuring that he might be able to if his brother used it. 

“Uh...kinda, I’m not very good at it” he confessed, awkwardly scratching the back of his neck. 

‘Don’t worry, it’s okay’ you signed with a sincere smile, one that made him smile as well. You really didn’t mind, it just made you smile that he was addressing you and not treating you like you didn’t exist or like you were dumb...as your so-called friends seemed to do. 

“C’mon, let me take ya into town, Bo at the garage can help ya out” his smile widened into something brighter, making you smile more as well, as he gestured towards his truck. Basically telling you that you were invited on the trip into town rather than being left behind.

‘Thank you’ you signed, thanking him for his kindness before following him back to his truck with two of your friends following behind, muttering to each other.

Once you got into town, Lester climbed out of the truck with you all. Your friends had brushed him off and headed to the garage for help. You, on the other hand, thanked him again instead of running off.

You were sure how it happened but the two of you fell into a charmingly awkward conversation. He would clumsily sign something, like he was trying to show off, but his heart would flutter whenever you giggled and gently corrected him.

So, while your shitty friends got on Bo’s last nerve, you continued to speak with Lester.

Of course, your kindness and instant connection led to Lester pleading with Bo to spare you, promising to make sure you didn’t run and promising to be responsible for you. He knew that you might never forgive him for what he was a apart of but he just couldn’t stomach hurting you.