#;; bc no matter how much he tries he just sucks at conversations

[abrasife]

@unladielike * ✶ ❪ cont. from here┊☓ ❫

Prepared to turn around and leave since he had picked up Rachael's manga, Keith was pretty much ready to put this conversation to a close, especially since it seemed his apology fell on deaf ears for a good few (too long) seconds. If anything, he was quite resigned to have yet another attempt at forming friendships go down the drain. When would the pattern change anyway? He'd muck it up the moment he slipped out of being overly cautious and apprehensive about what he chose to share. Being honest hardly ever went in his favor. He was getting tired of the feeling of having to constantly apologize for nearly every outburst like this.

Then, Vivian finally broke the silence, accepting his apology with a sigh. Visibly baffled, the boy froze in his tracks like a deer in headlights as the girl browsed the shelf of shoujo titles. Breaking out of his disbelief, Keith tucked his book underneath his arm. He didn't think... he'd get this far. What was he even supposed to say to recovery from the sheer awkwardness that was salvaging a conversation like this?

❝ If it helps, I do this to almost everyone, siblings and family included, ❞ Keith replied in a low volume, unsure if the comment would actually make her feel better.

He turned his attention to the row of books in front of him, hoping that the art and the act of browsing would relief him of his apprehension. Was there a series he'd want to study the art of? Even if he wasn't super fond of the writing, the art was something to admire in ways with how detailed and cute it looked. It never hurt to expand his artistic horizons after all. It might make it easier to gain more clients as he dabbled more into digital art, considering many were into the anime and manga art styles.

At her question, he looked towards her with confusion on his face, only for his expression to shift immediately when he realized the misunderstanding, ❝ Oh, uh, both my sisters are older than me, ❞ he corrected her, ❝ and like I said before, Rachael likes these sorts of things—helps her feel happy. ❞

Noticing a thick volume of manga—an omnibus edition—that had an appealing title, Keith carefully pulled it off the shelf, flipping it over to the back side to read the summary—a cute cooking manga featuring a youthful female protagonist looking for the owner of a special spoon at a prestigious academy. As he opened the back pages, he saw a small collection of cooking recipes, igniting his interest immensely. Okay, he had to grab this one!

Keith scanned the shelves for the other volumes in the series, but it seemed that he would be unlucky in that regard. Maybe it was luck that he stumbled upon this considering how much older it was compared to these new releases on the shelf.

❝ I didn't realize there was cooking series like this, but I got to find the other volumes in this one and try out all the recipes. , ❞ he spoke aloud, not really sure how else to streamline his thoughts into the conversation. He briefly glanced back at Vivian, unsure if he should really ask her considering how she had mentioned shoujo wasn't her thing, ❝ Err, do you know of any other places I could potentially find the rest of this— ❞ Keith flipped the omnibus manga to the front cover to confirm the title, ❝ —'Kitchen Princess' series? ❞ If it wasn't obvious, he wasn't exactly a manga or book buyer connoisseur.

[puck-luck]

okay since you wanted requests to switch it up a bit.. could you write trevor zegras x fem!reader smut where his gf is less experienced than him and wants to give him head but she’s never done it before so he guides her through it 🫣

other requests: “could you write a smut with some fluff in it too, with trevor zegras walking his gf through giving him head because it’s her first time and she’s nervous/doesn’t know what to do”, “obsessed with the idea of trevor zegras talking his gf through how to give him head when it’s her first time and she’s nervous about not knowing what to do.. like literally giving her instructions throughout, with lots of praise and reassurance, but also dirty talk bc let’s be real, it’s trevor.” warnings: oral (f and m receiving), dirty talk, inexperienced reader x experienced partner, praise, coming on face, masturbation joke warnings: tw: los angeles angels (i prefer the dodgers), in a world where tz never broke his ankle during the 2023-2024 season… pairing: trevor zegras x inexperienced!fem!reader summary: see requests above. wc: 3089

Trevor Zegras was the most giving, patient man you had ever known. Maybe his patience came from having younger siblings, but it was more likely that it came from years and years of working with teammates in a cutthroat sport. You had grown up watching hockey, gaining intimate knowledge of the sport when you had started dating Trevor. Trevor, in exchange, found himself more than knowledgeable about baseball, the sport of your choice, than he ever needed to be.

You two had met when you came to Anaheim, having graduated a year early from college with a degree in Sports Marketing. You had landed a job with the Los Angeles Angels, which had relocated you to the area, and you couldn’t imagine your life going any other way. There were times when you missed your family and missed home, but once you had gotten settled into your job and you had met Trevor, Anaheim started to feel like the home you’d been destined to find.

Anaheim was also an escape from your hometown– a place where, despite your best efforts, you did not feel welcome. You had told Trevor early in your relationship about your lack of experience sexually and tried to explain it away with a long-winded story about being a “weird kid,” but Trevor had brushed it off and told you he didn’t mind your inexperience. He was happy, he said, to teach you everything he could. All you had to do was say the word.

So, you’d worked up to it. You’d slept in the same bed, touched him, and he had touched you. Hockey season had helped the pace of your relationship, with Trevor traveling almost every other week. He was gone for two weeks straight in January, traveling from coast to coast, and it was then that you had shyly admitted to him through the tinny speaker of your phone how badly you wanted to suck him off.

He had fumbled with the phone, groaning at the idea alone of your mouth around his length, and it had resulted in a long FaceTime call in which you watched him fuck into his hand, telling you how much better it would feel if it was your mouth.

It was the Monday night after they had come back. Trevor had had a game on Sunday at Honda Center against the Rangers and spent the night at his place because it was closer to the rink. As much as he was itching to see you, and your heart was beating out of your chest at the idea of seeing him and going through with blowing him, you were scared. Trevor knew that you were nervous, the anticipation was getting to you, just from the way you were texting. The messages were shorter. You weren’t initiating conversation as much. The times between your responses were longer.

It didn’t matter, though. He was coming over tonight.He was going to cook you dinner. He was going to set the mood. He was going to make you comfortable if it was the last thing that he did, and if it meant that you wouldn’t get your mouth on him at all, he was okay with that.

Trevor arrived at your apartment about an hour after you got off work. Spring training was starting in just a month, so things were starting to pick up for you. You were stressed, plenty of tasks on your plate and most of them half-finished. A relaxing dinner with your boyfriend was going to provide a needed distraction.

Trevor had let himself into the apartment and was already pan-searing some cubed potatoes when you got out of the shower. He was in complete boyfriend mode, having stolen your apron and thrown it over his bare chest. You could see his tattoos from where you were standing, the ones littering his arms and the delicate one on his ribs, and you smiled. 

He seemed like a tough guy, your boyfriend. He had the tattoos, the athletic ability, the sculpted form and ridged muscles of an athlete. Anyone who saw him in the supermarket might think he’s an asshole, but the second they get a good look at him, they’ll realize that he’s just a softie. He tied a delicate bow around the curve of his waist in your baby blue and frilly apron. 

“I can feel you looking at me,” Trevor said. You watched his bicep ripple as he moved the potatoes around the pan with a spatula. He threw a glance over his shoulder. “Oh, good, you’re actually there. Could you imagine me saying that to the air?”

“I can, actually,” You replied with a laugh. You walked over and hugged Trevor from behind, arms wrapped solidly around his figure as you squished your cheek against his back. “I bet you did.”

Trevor sputtered out a denial, shaking his head. He relented just seconds later, unable to keep up the bit. “You’re right. I thought you were there like two minutes before you actually were.”

You giggled and pressed a kiss between his shoulder blades.

Trevor placed the spatula down on the counter, then turned the burner off and moved the pan to a different spot on the cooktop. He turned in your arms, inching over just a bit so that you were trapping him against the counter, not the oven. He gasped, reaching up and cradling your face in the palms of his hands.

“What?” You asked.

“You’ve gotten even prettier in the two weeks that I haven’t seen you,” He marveled, tilting your head from side to side as you rolled your eyes.

You pushed away from him, walking out of the kitchen. 

Trevor trailed behind you like a puppy.

“You’re a loser,” You said.

“I love my pretty girlfriend,” Trevor replied. 

As you passed the couch in your living room, Trevor tackled you over the arm of the object and you fell onto the cushions. You shrieked at the contact, at the fall, and squirmed in Trevor’s grip as he kissed over your neck and face. His fingers were digging into your sides, causing you to giggle and snort between breaths. Trevor was relentless, until he decided to plant a kiss on your lips.

He captured your lips with intent, slowly slotting your bottom lip between his. Trevor always kissed you with purpose, slow, like he was trying to memorize you. He slid his mouth into your tongue like he was trying to lap up your sweetness, keep it on his tongue until he could place your taste and replicate it in a dish or a drink, something he’d be willing to consume every day for the rest of his life. You liked most when he nibbled on your bottom lip before pulling away, something that was so trademark Trevor that it made you breathless. He would always pull back just to look at you, to push your hair out of your face, before diving back in.

He kissed you so gently, so sweetly, that when you felt his bulge press against you, you were almost caught off guard.

“Been thinking about you,” Trevor purred against your lips. “About what you said the other day.”

You froze and Trevor pulled away, hovering over you. He searched your face carefully.

“We don’t have to,” He reassured you. “You know we don’t have to. I’d never make you.”

“I want to,” You replied, voice small. “I’m just… scared.”

“Scared of what?” Trevor asked. 

“What if I gag and I throw up all over you?” You cringed at the mere thought. “I’ll die if that happens.”

Trevor stifled a laugh. “I’ll shower and I’ll wait two weeks before letting you near my dick with your mouth again,” He answered, an easy smile turning up the corners of his mouth.

You pouted at him. “You’re not taking this seriously.”

“I am!” He protested. “Baby, you’re not going to throw up on my dick.”

“What if I do?”

“I just told you what we’d do if you threw up on my dick!”

“Okay, well, you’re not being very supportive of my fears.”

Trevor sighed and placed his hands on your shoulders. He stared deeply into your eyes. “I understand you are afraid of vomiting on my penis. I assure you, that will not happen.”

“How can you be so sure?” You whined.

“It’s never happened before,” Trevor said. He leaned down to kiss the spot under your ear. “Plus, baby, I’m going to go so slow that you’ll be begging for more by the end of it.”

A shiver ran down your spine at that, the way he whispered the words in your ear so his hot breath danced over your skin igniting a flame between your legs. 

“Why don’t,” Trevor began, his hand making his way to your clothed mound, “I show you just how good getting head would make me feel?”

His deft fingers rubbed in circles over your clit, the pressure just intense enough to make you moan.

“Would you like that? I’ll get my tongue on you, make you come once, maybe twice…” Trevor kissed you, his lips sliding over yours, his tongue teasing its way into your mouth then out of it. “And then we can revisit the idea of getting your mouth on me?”

“Yeah,” You agreed lamely, the heat between your legs growing more slick with each circle of his fingers and each wet kiss. 

Trevor stood from where he was lain on top of you. He untied your apron, which you had almost forgotten he was wearing, and tossed it to the side. He grabbed under your knees and dragged you down towards the arm of the couch, throwing one leg over the arm and setting your other foot on the floor. He kept a hand on that knee, rubbing smooth lines up and down your skin with his thumb. With his other hand, he traced the line of your folds through the fabric of your sweat-shorts.

 They were a loose pair, gray and almost threadbare after years of washes and use. The fabric of the shorts was the thinnest barrier Trevor could have faced. You could have put on panties when you got out of the shower, but had opted just for these shorts instead. They were more comfortable. Now, they were just something stopping him from getting his mouth on you.

Except, it didn’t stop him. 

Trevor mouthed over your clit, giving it an open-mouthed kiss. You whimpered at the shock that it sent up your body, causing your fingertips to twitch at your side. He ran his tongue over the length of your pussy and chuckled to himself when your hips jumped beneath him. 

“Relax, honey,” Trevor said, his words muffled because he was still pressed against you. “Relax and enjoy.”

His fingers came up and moved your shorts out of the way, revealing you to him. Chastely, he kissed your folds, then pointedly blew cold air over your entrance. 

“Trev,” You let out, reaching a hand towards his, still rubbing on your knee. He intertwined his fingers with yours, giving your hand a reassuring squeeze. 

Trevor licked his way up to your clit again, capturing it between his lips and sucking. He rolled the bud on his tongue, causing your hips to lift again. “Be good,” He told you, voice low. His eyes were closed as he continued to lick over you, practically french kissing your lower lips the same way he would the ones on your face.

It was a gradual build, the coil in your stomach tightening. You squeezed Trevor’s hand and ground down on his tongue. He flattened his tongue against your clit, letting you hump it, before he tensed it at your entrance and prodded his way into you. He flicked the muscle fast, and the sensation was all too much for you. 

You came undone with a loud cry, your thighs closing around Trevor’s head involuntarily. 

He continued to lap at your release, cleaning you up and only stopping when you relaxed beneath him and pushed him away.

“How was that?” Trevor asked, his face level with yours. 

You reached out and looped your arms around his neck, dragging him forward until your lips crashed against his. This kiss, at your direction, was much more passionate. You could taste yourself on his tongue and you moaned into his mouth. You turned, pushing at Trevor until he was the one seated on the couch. You found yourself on his lap, grinding down on his bulge.

“So you liked it?” Trevor asked.

You let out a laugh and sucked a hickey under his jaw. “Teach me how to make you feel good like that.”

Trevor shuddered when you scraped your teeth over his pulse point. “On your knees,” He told you. He guided you, with a hand on your shoulder, between his legs.

The sight of you there, feet tucked prettily under you, hands clasped in front of you, has Trevor’s dick twitching in his pants.

“Take my dick out, baby,” Trevor said, his voice soft but firm.

He lifted his hips as you pulled at his shorts. They pooled around his ankles, leaving him in just his briefs.

“Give me your hand.”

You reached up and he took your wrist, guiding your hand toward his bulge. He let your hand rest just to the side of him.

“Touch me. Over my pants.”

You traced the line of his dick over his pants, biting your lip when it jumped under your finger. You palmed him, fitting your hand over the curve of him and beginning to rub him up and down.

Trevor’s head tilted back and he let out a groan. “Faster.”

You sped up, just as he had asked you to, bringing your other hand up to cradle his balls.

“Fuck,” Trevor moaned, inadvertently tipping his hips up into your hand. “Take it out.”

You rushed to do so, scraping your nails against his sides when you pulled at his waistband. Trevor hissed at that, but didn’t say anything. When his dick was revealed to you, standing proud and dripping from the tip, you took it in your hand and leaned down to hesitantly lick his slit.

Trevor’s hands flew to your hair, the strands falling between his fingers. “Again,” He breathed out, eyes wide.

You licked his tip again, looking up at him through your eyelashes.

“Oh my God,” Trevor drawled out, borderline whimpering. “Baby, fuck, please.”

You smiled, proud of yourself for reducing him from someone who was so sure of himself and so loud to someone who is whining just from your touch. You circled your lips around his lip, sucking lightly.

His dick twitched. “So good,” Trevor praised. “Can you take more?”

You nodded out of instinct, but the sensation made him garble out an unintelligible string of words. You sunk down lower on his dick, feeling your lips stretch as you take him down your throat. You bobbed your head up and down slowly, feeling how he slid in and out of you. The taste of him on your tongue was addicting– salty and just so man. You moaned, the vibrations enveloping Trevor’s dick in a way that made him buck up into your throat. You gagged, a tear forming on your waterline.

Trevor grabbed your hair and pulled you up, just barely off the head of his dick. 

“You okay?” He asked. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to make you gag.”

You cleared your throat and nodded. “You taste so good, Trevor.” Trevor’s jaw dropped at the tone of your voice, light and innocent and sexy because it was worn with use. 

“Fuck, suck me again, just take it,” Trevor encouraged, gathering your hair into a ponytail.

You lowered your mouth onto Trevor again, tracing your tongue over the vein on the underside of his dick. You used one hand to pump the part of his dick that you couldn’t fit into your mouth. You bobbed up and down, covering your teeth as best you could, but Trevor relished in the ghost of a scrape over his member when you got caught up in the moment.

He was groaning, babbling above you, his abs flexing as he drowned in pleasure. His face was flushed and you whined when you saw the mark that you left on his sharp jawline.

“Baby, you’re so good,” Trevor groaned. “You’re gonna make me come.”

You reached a hand down into your shorts and fingered furiously over your clit, swooning with the sensation there and of the weight on your tongue.

Trevor leaned forward and spotted your movements, saw your hand moving from inside your shorts. “Oh my God, fuck, yeah, make yourself come, too, baby…”

You gave it your all, twisting your hand around the length of Trevor that wasn’t inside your mouth. Drool slid out of your mouth, offering plenty of lubrication for your hand, making it easier to jerk him.

“God, fucking– baby, let me come on your face. Please, wanna see it on you,” Trevor begged.

He said it right as your fingers teased your entrance in just the right way, and you came for the second time that night, kneeling on the carpet for your boyfriend’s pleasure. 

You pulled off of Trevor, but kept your mouth open, sticking your tongue out. He took his dick in his hand and jacked himself off quickly, hand flying over his length. 

“Close your eyes,” Trevor warned, panting like he couldn’t catch his breath. “Don’t– fuck– don’t want to get my come in your eye.”

You obeyed him, reluctantly losing sight of his figure. There would be plenty of other times where you could watch his face contort with the bliss of his orgasm, but it’s nothing compared to the feeling of his hot, sticky come fall on your cheeks before Trevor aims his release at your tongue. 

“God, Y/N,” Trevor groaned out. “I kind of want to take a picture of you like this.”

“Can I open my eyes?” You asked, “Wanna look up at you.”

“Yeah,” Trevor agreed, eyes fluttering as he took in the sight of you with his come on your face. When your eyes opened and met his, he felt himself starting to harden again. “Now I really want to take a picture.”

You wiped some of the come off of your cheek with your thumb before licking it off the digit. “Next time. I believe you promised me a home cooked dinner.”

notes: dear trevor zegras, i <3 you and think we could really get up to no good if you'd just give me a look. also, i wrote this at work. also, also, my coworker was sitting next to me and one of the elderly ladies asked me what i was typing. no comment.

[m0uchie]

The urge to jerk scara off in a public setting... He tries to keep his moans down because if anyone found out what we were doing it would be so embarrassing that we wouldn't be able to show our faces in public ever again...

𐙚 an innocent date!

— pairing : scaramouche x f!reader

— warnings : NSFW; m!masturbation; public; f!masturbation too at the end

— a/n : I just started playing “a date with death” and I love it :( but now I can’t play danganronpa bc my computer doesn’t let me, for some reason. I MISS HAJIME. Also, it was going to be gn, but I forgot???

It's always like this when you and Scaramouche go on dates. You pick the restaurant, you insist for him to accompany you, you sit next to him at the table, and then slide your right hand under the table to feel his thigh.

His body shivers and his eyes widen in fright, giving you an accusatory look and seeing you laugh discreetly.

That’s not a matter to be laughing about! >:(

And despite everything, he can't stop you, because he knows he likes it, maybe even more than you. He agrees to go on dates together, already waiting for what you’ll do each time.

You want to suck his dick from under the bench? “This is so shameless!” He would think.

Cockwarm him during a movie session? “Absurd…”

Although not only you, but he himself knew that was a lie…

His dick was throbbing just from you asking him out again. When he saw you sit next to him at the table, he raised an eyebrow at you. But despite knowing what was to come, he couldn't be bothered to stop it.

Soon, your hands that were feeling his thighs move up a little to take up space inside his pants. His dick is taken out, but you are careful to keep it hidden under the table cloth.

“N-not here!—a-ah..!” He complained in a whisper, but couldn't stop the faint moan that left his lips right after feeling his cock being squeezed by your palm, and pumped up and down by your right hand in slow movements.

“Shhh… you don’t want anyone to hear it, do you?” You warn him. “And even though you deny, it seems like you’re looking forward to it much more than I do.” He shakes his head and sighs, closing his eyes and biting his lower lip hard, barely paying attention to what you were saying and just focusing on stopping his uncontrolled breathing.

It didn't do much good, as all you could hear afterwards were the small grunts of pleasure he made in an attempt to hide the loud moans he wanted to release.

With multiple eyes already on you and the conversation in the room calming down due to the spreading curiosity, you smiled gently in your beloved's direction and turned your body towards his. "Is everything okay?" He opens his eyes, your soft voice ringing in his ears. But instead of feeling concern in your voice, he knows you’re questioning him with the intention of mocking his situation and feigning regard for him.

“Hmm?” You persist, accelerating the movements with your hand and spreading all the pre-cum throughout his arousal. Scaramouche's eyes fill with tears and he begins to pant, desperately trying not to cry right then and there.

“Y-yes.” He responds briefly, without even looking up. His clothes and his own skin were stained by the tears that escaped. He was trying really hard to contain himself :(

However, as your fingers moved precisely along his length, scooping up a good amount of juices and bringing it to the tip with your thumb, he couldn't help but let out a needy moan. The lewd sounds of your fingers gliding over his shaft seemed so loud, but now no one was looking in your direction, which made the situation worse as you intensified the pumping on his dick.

Scaramouche’s breath caught in his throat when your hand moved faster on his cock, making him gasp and moan louder than intended. The couple seated next to you glanced over your direction, but quickly looked away in relief when they saw how sick the indigo-haired boy looked :( his face all red and sweaty, with a sweet girlfriend next to him who was helping him get better. Nothing to take out of context, right? It was so wrong of them to do that!

“…I don’t want anyone knowing what w-we’re- h-haa—! …doing..” Scaramouche whispers between gasps, trying to keep his voice down despite the urge to scream out loudly from the pleasure.

“That way, everyone will find out” you chuckled “and this is your favorite restaurant, isn’t it?” Your eyes stare at him, curious for his next answer.

“I know, but I need this” he exhaled, his breath loud and shaky close to your face, “I'm so close…” he loses himself and whimpers during the entire sentence, his body shaking with each passing second.

He looks at the food in front of him, untouched since the moment it arrived, perhaps even cold, and looks at his hand gripping the fork tightly, turning his knuckles white. Quickly, he drops the cutlery and lowers that hand to yours enveloping and working on his sex, guiding your movements with more intensity and humming with the more contact on his sensitive cock. He could feel his heart beating in his chest, and it felt like it was going to explode at any moment.

He couldn't help but imagine what it would be like if someone saw him like this. And the thought that should haunt him seemed to make his dick throb more than ever. Of course he didn't like the idea, the humiliation he would go through if that happened… but he felt strangely horny just imagining the eyes on him, watching him put on a show in front of everyone. This was so wrong.

“Ooh—mmmfgh..” he sobs, his other hand reaches your thigh, clenching into a fist around the fabric of your dress as he struggles to control himself. His face turned even redder, and he knew he wouldn’t be able to hold back much longer, but he didn’t want to lose control in front of others.

“You’re being really noisy, you know that, don’t you?” You whisper, but he ignores you, barely able to contain the sounds anymore, “Hmm that feels so good…!” His eyes roll back into his head as he gives up controlling the urge to cum, feeling his orgasm building up inside of him. He leaned forward, pressing his lips against your ear and whimpering like crazy “I think I’m going to cum soon…”

He gave a final shuddering gasp and arched his back, releasing a thick stream of his seed onto the expensive tablecloth beneath him and into your hand. His body trembled for a moment before he could catch his breath again.

“Fuck…” he muttered, looking down at the mess he made, “I hope no one saw that”. He looks away, a little embarrassed, and leans back in his chair, still recovering from his orgasm. “And don’t think you’re not gonna get punished after this” he scowled, narrowing his eyes at you.

You blush lightly, your hands sticky and slimy with his cum that you hid between your legs. “Yeah yeah, we’ll deal with it later..” you roll your eyes, unconcerned. “I’m going to the toilet. I’ll be right back.”

“W-what?! Wait!” He calls, but you’re already far away. He suspires, deeply annoyed, and decides to wait for you at the table while he discreetly cleans himself and tries to remove the stain from the tablecloth with napkins.

But he doesn’t know what you’re doing in the restroom. Your dress down to your feet, knuckles deep inside your clenching hole, fingers going in with the same hand you used to jerk off your boyfriend, swallowing his juices with your greedy cunt :3

Oh, but if you take too long, he might just get mad and look for you himself!

[prismartist]

just finished the prison breakout stream. screaming.

those last ten minutes man- my god. what a rollercoaster of events.

the fact that once they were finally free, there wasn't really any screaming or loud celebrating- just pac, mike, and walter standing in silence. staring up at the baby blue sky they hadn't seen in days. the gasps of breath and sighs and sniffles from pac and the way he closed his eyes for a moment, mike saying "o cielo, walter bob. o cielo, finalmente," [the sky, walter bob. the sky, finally], walter punching and jumping, all of them smiling...

(well, we could only see pac and mike, but i assume walter was, too.)

then they usher walter bob to the barbie dreamhouse, offer it all to him, assure him it can be his, giving that comfort and agency he hadn't had for years, if at all. and walter is happy, jumping for joy in front of his new home, looking at his good friends.

then the guard with the lasso comes, and he's gone.

jesus. silence comes again, but instead of pac, mike, and walter soaking in the peace, it's pac and mike feeling the shock and horror setting in. their conversation after- it is tearing me to shreds even now, because even though i understood about 10% of what they were saying, the grief in their voices and expressions alone reached out and grabbed my poor heart.

the way mike took it so badly, you could feel the anger rolling off him in waves as he stormed off, killing rubius' cat on the way, not even talking to pac, who chased after him worriedly, who was just as devastated but still trying to keep himself and mike calm. pac talked gently at mike, offered a hug; mike didn't even turn back. the final book from walter bob definitely didn't help any, and the guard's book was the last straw.

i want to take a moment here to note how they roleplayed bc as someone who really hadn't watched tazercraft before, man did they take me aback. like i said, mike conveyed his upset so prevalently. he barely talked. when they sat down, he crossed his arms, his stoic expression really seeming stressed. and when the guard's message appeared, as pac was reading it, mike took off his headphones, disconnected, and turned off his camera, leaving pac alone. which was just. whoahg. that hit. i felt the upset and the anger with him.

and of course pac, trying to up their resolve and motivation, the little inflections in his voice mixed with both sadness and hope... aghh i melted a little as he tried to get through to mike. as he tried to talk through what had happened though he was just as affected. when mike leaves, pac assures chat (or maybe just himself) that he'll talk to him later, to be calm, thanking chat for watching even though his face was somber and his voice sounded so sad.......

they're so!! expressive!!! they're incredible!!!! again, i did not understand most of the words in their conversation, but in the end that didn't matter, because all i needed was to look and listen to understand what they were feeling. which is awesome. i dunno how much of it was acting and how much was getting sucked into the roleplay, but i do know that the stream? was amazing and devastating. mano. eles são simplesmente incríveis.

i cannot wait to see more. justice for walter bob.

[yourmidnightlover]

this one time

pairing: steve x mayfield!fem!reader

summary: reader gets mixed up in the upside down drama with her sister (s2 era) and happens to get a good dose of steve harrington, and she vows it’ll only be this one time.

warnings: ohhhh boy, billy being verbally and physically abusive, fighting, season 2 (aka demodogs and whatnot), illuding to an abusive household (duh), reader being independent as hell (like to a fault lmao bc me too sometimes), kinda sad ending (oops?)

a/n: in this fic, steve and nancy never got together in season 2 :) i think that’s the only variation in the fic. i’m ngl i might’ve cried while writing this but that also could’ve just been me being hormonal lol. also my second stranger things fic!! i’m kinda excited and can’t wait to see how this goes!

you didn’t quite know why he would always stare at you. to be frank, it was getting weird.

at lunch, when you would be waiting for max, basically every time you were in his line of sight his eyes were on you.

you even had a few classes with steve. luckily you were able to sit closer to the back. the downside to that is that the seats were all right by steve. whether in front, behind, or beside. it was worth it to not be in the front row, but still. it sucked.

you just kept your head down and let the day pass as fast as it possibly could, hoping that steve would mind his own business. sometimes he did. other times he would try to start a conversation.

“you do the homework?” steve leaned over to ask, too sweet of a tone adorning his voice to tell his true intentions.

“yes, harrington,” you rolled your eyes. “i did the homework. could your brain cells not keep up enough to finish it?”

“sadly, no,” he sighed, whipping out a softer, pitiful voice. “i was hoping maybe yours were able to make up for the disappearance of mine?”

“this is the last time,” you widened your eyes, trying to remain serious to the annoying little boy. “why do you never do it?”

“well, it always gives me an excuse to talk to you,” he had a sly grin on that stupid face.

you knew him and nancy were once a thing, but after will byers was found things changed. steve found that nancy was different after everything and they had both changed too much for them to make sense anymore.

but that didn’t mean that you and him made any sense at all.

“yea, shut it, harrington,” you scoffed as you let him glance at your paper to copy onto his own.

maybe he was drawn to you because you were a bit stand-offish. you knew you were. it’s because of billy. you had to be the protective older sister max needed. you were her biological sister, but you weren’t always so mean, only when billy and his dad came around.

you would be the one to defend max to billy. on occasion, you would have to defend max against billy’s dad. this might’ve earned you a bit of, punishment, as they would call it. others would say it’s abuse.

regardless, it wasn’t always like this. used to, you would play with max all the time. you were the one to teach her to skate. you had taught her the importance of self confidence. you were her older sister. she loved you dearly, and you did her. you still did, as did she.

it was just the dynamic that had changed. now, instead of being the sweet older sister everyone knew you were the rude, protective one. perhaps you just didn’t know how to shut off the mask you put up so often, in the house you would never call a home.

it was only a matter of time before you and max got dragged into the wild world of the upside down. you had brought her to the arcade that day lucas tried to explain everything to her. as per usual, she told you everything.

“maybe he just wants to impress you?” you scoffed, the story sounding unbelievable to yourself as well.

“why like this?” she rested her head against her fist by the window. “it’s just so stupid.”

“as are boys this age, max. they’re idiots that would say anything to impress a girl,” you gave her a pressed smile. “boys are stupid. why do you think i haven’t had one?”

“yea, maybe i should follow in your footsteps,” max added.

you laughed lightly before gently nudging her shoulder, turning up the radio to the latest kate bush song that had come out.

so when lucas told max that he had real proof, you were practically forced to follow along. well, not forced. max had asked you to come, in case anything funky was going on, and you happily said yes.

little did you know you would be met with dustin henderson and your very own king steve harrington. steve had directed you all, telling you what to do. the experience was rather ominous up to this point, so you reluctantly listened, but only to protect your sister in the case that they weren’t lying.

and once everything was boarded up, you went inside of the bus and waited. and waited. and waited.

max finally got tired of the silence when she asked, “so you really fought one of these things before?”

steve’s gaze from you was finally broken as he simply nodded his head, continuing to play with his lighter in attempt to pass the time a bit quicker than it was going.

“and you’re like, totally, 100% sure it wasn’t a bear?” she offered, being the sassy mini you she always was, you bit back a laugh.

that’s when little dustin decided to speak up a bit, “shit,” he huffed. “don’t be an idiot. okay. it wasn’t a bear,” but he wasn’t done there. “why’re you even here if you don’t believe us? just go home.”

“geesh,” max got up, headed towards the ladder. “someone’s cranky. past your bedtime?” she asked as she began ascending the ladder.

you busied yourself by fiddling with some old peeling fabric from one of the seats to hide the laugh in your throat.

“that’s good,” steve spoke, seemingly proud of the toddler who had tried to insult your little sister. “just show her you don’t care.”

“i don’t,” the toddler deadpanned, staring him straight in the eyes. “why’re you winking steve? stop.”

“really?” you chuckled, speaking up about the stupid situation at hand. “show her you don’t care? that’s the advice you gave him?”

“well, yea,” steve nodded, still playing with his little lighter.

“and does that always work with the girls you like?” you leant down, getting closer to steve on the floor.

you could hear how his breath hitched in his throat as he stumbled to find the right words.

“uhh yea, mo-most of the time,” he stopped toying with the lighter, focusing on dustin who was simply pacing back and forth, mumbling some incoherent nonsense that you figured you probably wouldn’t be able to understand even if you could hear him.

“most of the time?” you scoffed. “so you told him to be a dick to my sister on account of ‘most of the time’?”

“i didn’t say to be a dick!” he threw his hands up in defense.

“well he was being one.”

“i never told him to be one!”

“next time make sure he knows that, asshole.”

a loud growl interrupted your argument. your body became stiff as you instinctively curled into the arm that he protectively threw over your shoulders as you made your way to see what the ruckus was outside.

“lucas!” dustin shouted. “what’s goin’ on!” he demanded to know.

“hold on!” lucas replied.

silence fell over the group as you shrugged steve’s arm off of you, forgetting he had held it there. if you had paid attention to it, it felt a scarier without his arm there.

“i’ve got eyes!” lucas finally informed you. “ten o’clock! ten-ten o’clock!”

“there,” steve pointed at the creature outside of the bus, crawling low and slow.

“what’s he doing?” dustin wondered.

“i don’t know.” steve answered once more. “he’s not taking the bait. why’s he not taking the bait?” he asked worriedly.

“maybe he’s not hungry?” dustin tried to guess before a lightbulb went off in steve’s mind.

“maybe he’s sick of cow?” he replied smartly.

“wait-you mean?” you spoke up for once before steve backed away, making eye contact with you before turning.

“steve?” dustin asked. “steve, what’re you doing? steve?” he worried.

steve turned back to dustin and tossed him the lighter, “just get ready.”

“you’re not going out there alone,” you huffed at the brown eyed boy.

“like hell i’m not,” he replied, turning to face you once more. “you need to stay safe.”

“no, the kids need to stay safe,” you argued. “i’m going with you,” you told him as you grabbed a metal pipe and turned toward the door.

steve huffed as he rolled his eyes at you.

“are you gonna open the door or do you need me to go first?” you offered, teasing the boy before he reluctantly opened the door and headed out first.

“back to back, yea?” he whispered, feeling your back against his own.

you slowly walked towards the creature making the noise, feeling the whoosh of wind coming from steve swinging his bat in circles, probably from the nerves. he started whistling, trying to draw the creature out from wherever it was hiding.

“come on, buddy,” he teased with another whistle. “come on, buddy. dinner time. human tastes better than cat, i promise.”

“cat?” you whisper-yelled at him.

“i’ll fill you in later,” he replied.

when you heard the growl once more, somehow clearer, you turned to face it. you had to know what it was. the dog cleared, giving you sight of the monster you’d been told about.

“oh, god,” you raised your elbow, ready to swing in case of any sudden movement made by the thing.

“steve!” lucas shouted. “watch out!”

“little busy here!” steve roared before you turned around, noticing the second monster.

“oh, god,” your breathing picked up.

“three o’clock,” you nudged his shoulder to inform him of the new situation.

when he turned to where you were faced, his own face became filled with worry rather than mild fear. backed the two of you up a bit before the bus door flung open.

“abort! abort!” dustin shouted. “steve! y/n!”

“run!” the kids were screaming.

but every which way you looked, there was a new monster blocking your path. steve ran for the car, sliding across it before whacking one of the creatures, hearing it whimper and thud against the ground. you heard one behind your own back.

“y/n!” max shouted at you, alerting you that there was one behind you.

you swung and turned your body in one motion, the momentum enough to knock its body to the ground with a whine. another one was approaching your left, so you did the same thing with success.

after turning to where you last saw steve, he was running to you, shouting at you to move. you were too slow. a creature had tackled you to the ground, luckily steve had swung his bat before anything had happened, knocking the creature off of your body and to the side before he scooped you up bridal style and carried you into the bus himself, dustin slamming the door shut on the monsters.

they were easily able to break through the metal covering the door, leaving steve to knock the things with his nailed bat as the kids ran to the other side of the bus. you had luckily kept a hold of your metal pipe after being knocked down, your leg had been hurt but it wasn’t the time to worry about that.

dustin began to radio on his headset for anyone who could hear, seemingly with no hope. max had nudged your shoulder, motioning to the sunroof of the bus, the open sunroof of the bus. you pushed her behind you and made your way to where the roof was, not getting too close.

you could hear the stomps of the monsters above your heads before one approached the ladder. all you heard was max’s scream. the monster began to lunge towards you before steve put himself between you and the creature.

“come on you little piece of shit!” he bellowed. “you want some? come on!”

all at once the creatures began to turn away, no longer banging on the bus trying to get inside. steve had looked at you once more, a look of both relief and worry in his face.

you hadn’t even realized that you had latched onto steve’s arm. you didn’t care. you kept it there for a moment longer, hoping he wouldn’t notice or mind. you were scared, you could make an excuse.

this one time.

after a few moments of silence, steve had began to make his way outside, you following right behind with the rest of the kids.

“what happened?” lucas asked, all out of breath as if he had been the one fighting out there.

“i-i don’t know,” max hesitated.

“they scared ‘em off?” dustin mentioned, trying to find some sort of positive.

“no,” steve told them. “no way. there goin’ somewhere.”

when you all decided to take off in the direction of the ominous sound, which happened to thankfully break lucas and dustin’s little argument, steve had noticed after a while that you had been taking a bit longer than the others to keep up. you weren’t too slow, just a bit out of breath. he hung back for a second so he could ask you.

“hey,” steve began quietly as dustin and lucas went ahead. “did you get hurt? when you got tackled?”

“i-i don’t know,” you replied, more truthful than saying no. you just didn’t want to be a burden to the group, but you couldn’t stay behind. “i’ll be fine.”

“y/n,” he sighed. “which leg?” he pointed at them both before you lifted your pant leg, revealing a bruise all the way up your shin, a bit of blood from a cut running halfway down your leg. “that? y/n…” he trailed off.

he automatically put your arm around his shoulder, his arm going to your waist, acting as a crutch so you two could limp along together. you appreciated it, which was odd. you were always in depended. max noticed this too. and you noticed max holding lucas’s hand earlier. she had been talking to him on the roof of the bus prior to the, ‘demodog,’ as you came to find out, experience.

what was it with hawkins boys knocking down your walls? you didn’t like it. but, your leg really fucking hurt, so you could make an excuse.

this one time.

the rest of the night went by fast.

the noise led you to this… hospital? you had to pick up hopper, the police chief, will, mike, and joyce, wills mom. you had also ran into nancy and her boyfriend? jonathan. you weren’t sure if they were official.

when you ran into nancy and jonathan you only felt steve’s hold on you get a little tighter. you would only let yourself embrace it tonight. only tonight. you made your way back to joyce’s house, who you already felt this motherly hold over you. you enjoyed it. it was different.

you weren’t quite sure what you were doing. waiting, you suppose. they had filled you in on everything. the upside down, this girl named el, will’s whole experience and now what he’s going through.

then mike starting saying how bob, the man who had passed while saving the rest of them, had started the av club. how he couldn’t die in vain.

next thing you know they’re talking about the shadow monster and the tunnels that’re connected with the hive mind. how everything, the demodogs, tunnels, mind flayer, and even will are connected.

then the kids are telling you about this mind flayer character from d&d to relate this new creature to something a little more understandable. how this creature wants to conquer us, and become the master race. and the only way to know how to destroy this monster, is through will.

you all worked to make his shed unrecognizable. you covered it in sheets and foil and tons of bright lights. then your part was over. it was yet another waiting game.

while the kids were figuring out the morse code will was signaling, steve ushered you to the bathroom.

“what’re you doing?” you sighed, already exhausted from the night you’ve had.

“cleaning you up,” he informed you as he tapped the countertop, wanting you to hop up. “it doesn’t need to get infected and with those demodogs that did this to you we don’t know what bacteria they carry. so,” he tapped the counter twice more to prove his point, his voice like satin.

you lifted your hurt leg to hop on the other, grasping steve’s shoulder a bit so you could get on the counter easier. his hand went to your waist to help.

“alright, you wanna squeeze my hand when i pour this?” he asked as he lifted a bottle of alcohol to pour on your leg.

you nodded. only for tonight.

“one,” he began counting, only he began pouring on two.

“fuck!” you grasped his shoulder with your free hand, squeezing his hand that was in your grasp. “shit, shit, shit,” you whispered, trying not to distract the decoding process. “ohhh i hate you steve.”

the smell of him was a bit distracting from the pain. it was sweaty, but with undertones of his cedar wood cologne able to peak through. but that little distraction, the little peak of him you were able to focus on, was worth it.

“aww you don’t mean that,” he put on a small smile at your anger. “okay… that’s it. now i’m just gonna put some of this on,” he held up some neosporin from the first aid kit, “and then i’ll bandage you up, yea?”

“yea,” you nodded. “that shit hurt more than it did when i got it,” you motioned to the peroxide.

“sorry,” steve didn’t know what else to say as he finished his handiwork, releasing your hand before tenderly wrapping your leg in an ace bandage. “it had to be done.”

“i know, it’s just…” you took a deep breath. “damn,” you both laughed at that.

“okay,” steve breathed out, “all done now,” he bent down and placed a soft kiss to your knee as if he kissed it all better.

“thanks,” you smiled before he placed his hands back on your waist, carefully guiding you down. you didn’t have much time before hopper came barging into the house, telling the kids to get away from the windows.

you and steve marched out of the bathroom, you still rolling your pant leg down before they brought an unconscious will back into the house. you swiftly picked up your metal pipe as steve did his nailed bat, nancy held a rifle, hopped held his own gun, and you waited. waited for something, anything.

you turned where each noise came from, hoping to catch it before it caught you.

“where are they?”

“what’re they doing?”

then the noises stopped. you all panned the area, trying to get a feel for where they went. then a demodog came flying through the window.

“holy shit.” you said in unison with dustin.

“is it dead?” max wondered.

when hopper shoved its head with his foot, we were assured it had died. but then the lock on the door came undone. it seemed as though you could never catch a break in this town. a girl began walking through the door, converse clad with a nosebleed.

mike stepped forward, clearly having a close relationship with the girl. it was like watching the sweetest of reunions.

you turned to max, “is that-“

“el?” she finished for you

“y-yea,” lucas answered. “it is.”

“i never gave up,” mike said. “i called you every night-every night for-“

“353 days,” el nodded. “i heard,” she stepped closer to him, still not believing he was finally in front of her after almost a year

“why didn’t you let me know you were there?” he seemed hurt.

“because i wouldn’t let her,” hopper spoke up, stepping forward in the group.

part of you felt as though you shouldn’t be seeing this. you were so new to the group, you felt wrong witnessing such a seemingly tender moment.

“the hell is this,” hopper began to question el. “where’ve you been?”

“where have you been?!” she retorted, a bit snappy. you liked her.

they responded with a hug, tears began to prick your eyes a little before mike ruined the moment.

“you’ve been hiding her,” he concluded. “you’ve been hiding her this whole time!” he punctuated with a shove to hoppers back.

“hey,” hopper grasped his wrists. “let’s talk. alone.”

he led mike into a room, away from the group to discuss things with a bit more privacy. in the meantime, lucas and dustin began to say their hellos to the girl.

“we talked about you basically every day,” dustin mentioned, leaving el to stare at him before tapping his teeth.

“teeth.”

“huh?” lucas and dustin wondered.

“you have teeth,” el rephrased, a bit confused as to why he had teeth.

“oh,” dustin remembered. “you like these pearls?” he began to purr? you think that’s what that was. it clearly surprised el.

max began to walk towards the girl, “eleven?” the girl just stared at max. “hey, um, i’m max,” she stuck out her hand, “i’ve heard a lot about you.”

el just walked past her, rejecting not only a handshake but what seemed like a friendship. but, el wandered into joyce’s welcoming arms.

“what was that?” you questioned.

“i-i don’t know?” max wondered herself, not knowing where she had gone wrong with the incredibly short interaction.

and with the return of eleven, it was as though the master key to a house was returned. everything fell into place as she stated that she could close the gate. she could fix everything.

in order to get the mind flayer’s grasp off of will before eleven shut the gate, joyce, jonathan and nancy went to burn the mind flayer out of him.

meanwhile you were still at joyce’s with steve and the kids. you had been helping max and lucas clean up the living room while dustin and steve were, for some reason, putting the creature in the fridge. mike was just pacing. worrying.

“mike, would you just stop already?” lucas spoke up, somehow annoyed by his movement.

“you weren’t in there, okay, lucas,” mike shouted back. “that lab is swarming with hundreds of those dogs.

“demodogs!” dustin spoke from the kitchen.

“the chief will take care of her!” lucas tried to reason.

“like she needs protection,” you added.

“listen, dude, a coach calls a play in a game, bottom line, you execute it,” steve tried to reason. “all right?”

“okay first of all this isn’t some stupid sports game,” mike rebutted. “and second we’re not even in the game. we’re on the bench.”

“right-right,” steve tried to think of a come back. “so my point is…”

“there’s nothing for us to do,” you finished for him.

“that’s not entirely true,” dustin mentioned, clearly up to something. “i mean the demodogs have a hive mind. when they ran away from the bus, they were called away.”

“so if we get their attention,” lucas interjected.

“we draw them away from the lab,” max added.

“away from eleven,” you finished.

“yeah and then we all die,” steve tried to reason.

“well, that’s one point of view,” dustin retorted.

“no, that’s not a pint of view man,” steve said with an attitude. “it’s a fact.”

“i’ve got it!” mike went into another room, pointing to the drawings of the vines. “this is where hop dug the hole. this is where we get to the vines,” he began to move again. “here, right here. this is like a hub. so you’ve got all the tunnels feeding in here. i think if we set this on fire-“

“oh, yea, that’s a no,” steve interjected, a hand on his hips as he pointed to the child. you nudged steve with your arm, pulling him to the side.

“look, i know i don’t know much about this situation and everything,” you started. “but i don’t think they’ll be able to close the gate at all with all of those dogs for eleven to kill. it seemed like killing only one of them drained her a bit. mike said that place had hundreds, steve. it’s not just our lives on the line. it’s everyone’s.”

he wanted to listen to you. he wanted to help. and he wanted you to know that he cared about what you thought. but he promised them that he would keep the kids safe. he couldn’t break his promise.

while you were trying to reason with him, the kids were still plotting on how to distract the dogs. steve ran his hands through his hair before clapping, getting everyone’s attention.

“hey! hey! hey!!” he shouted. “this is not happening.”

“but-“

“no buts!” he scoffed “i promised to keep you shitheads safe and that’s exactly what i plan on doing. we’re staying here. on the bench. and we’re waiting for the starting team to do their job. does everybody understand that?”

“this isn’t even a stupid sports game!” mike reminded him.

“i said does everybody understand that?” steve repeated. “i need a yes.”

you opened your mouth to begin speaking when you heard a familiar engine revving outside of the house. you and max ran to the couch to peer outside and see who was out there.

“shit,” you turned to max. “billy.”

“he’ll kill us if he knows we’re here,” max told lucas.

“just-just stay inside,” steve motioned to you and max. “both of you, please,” the look in his eyes told you he was serious.

you placed max behind your back and nodded to him, knowing that if he saw you would would know max was with you.

you didn’t know or hear anything that was going on outside. you were just pacing around the living room, trying to remain calm. steve could handle this.

then you saw all the kids duck down from the couch.

“what the fuck guys?” you scoffed at them. “max did he see you?!” the door slammed open, billy walking inside.

“well, well, well,” billy scowled. “lucas sinclair. what a surprise. i thought i told you to stay away from him max,” he said as he got closer to your sister, you were both able to feel his breath on your skin.

“and i thought i told you to brush your teeth this morning,” you got between him and the children.

“she knows what happens when she disobeys me,” he chuckled. “i break things.”

he immediately turned towards lucas before you could move him out of the way. billy had your shirt collar in his hands, shoving you towards the wall before he laid a punch on your cheek.

the kids were screaming, begging for him to stop. he wouldn’t listen after throwing two punches, feeling blood trickling down your nose, he held you tightly once more.

“what is it with that fucking mouth of yours huh?” he chuckled. “always such a bitch. i would imagine that your new boyfriend, harrington would like you much more if you would just keep it shut like a good little bitch, huh?”

“you’re the bitch,” you heard steve announce before he laid a fat one on billy’s cheek, shocking his grip off of you.

you nearly fell to the ground, your balance being less than stellar with your leg already hurting. max was there to help you balance, wrapping her arm around your waist.

“looks like you finally got some fire in you after all, huh?” billy began laughing maniacally. “i’ve been waiting to meet this king steve everybody’s been telling me so much about!” he walked closer to steve.

“get out,” steve ordered.

billy swung, steve ducked to miss the shot before landing another one of his own, sending billy across the room. he landed a couple more blows before billy grabbed a plate, smashing it over steve’s head. steve stumbled out of the room, trying to catch his breath while billy followed.

“nobody,” he picked steve up by his collar. “nobody tells me what to do,” he threw him to the ground.

you could sense that he was about to pound on top of steve, so you shoved billy out of the way, reminding him of your presence to shift his focus. maybe steve would be alright if you were able to distract him for long enough.

“look,” billy chuckled. “little princess with the hurt leg wants to save her boyfriend,” he kicked the hurt leg, sending you falling to the ground, but not before grasping one of billy’s legs, taking him with you.

with billy now on the ground, you rolled on top of him, sending a punch to his cheek. you winded your hand back, ready to send another one before he caught your hand, squeezing it so tight you swear your heard some bones pop.

“he’s-“ you tried to speak through the pain, tears running down your face. “he’s not,” you yanked his hair back with your free hand, shocking him enough to retrieve your hand. “he’s not my boyfriend.”

“right,” he smiled with his head back before spinning you two back over, him now on top of you before landing another punch on your cheek. “he never would be, huh?” another punch. “you’re not good enough for anyone in this goddamn town, as terrible as it is. not good enough for anybody anywhere. you’re just a little girl with daddy issues,” he put his face in your own. “trying to feel love even though you know you’ll never deserve it,” he began chuckling, brushing your hair behind your ear. “you’ll always be that pathetic little whore deep down, huh?”

tears were now flowing down your face, embarrassment long forgotten from the pure pain and torture you felt beneath the boy you should’ve trusted. the boy you were supposed to be able to call a brother. as he spat in your face, you realized he had a hold on one of your hands.

he used the free one to land one more blow to your face before steve tackled him off of you. max had immediately come to your aid, but it wasn’t long before billy was back on top of steve. you pointed to steve, then to the shelf that had the sedative.

“use it,” you nodded towards max.

she marched towards the shelf, grabbing the medicine before shoving it in the back of billy’s neck. he quickly got off of steve, turning to face max. you couldn’t hear what was going on, the ringing in your ears a bit too loud. you saw billy hit the floor, smiling with what seemed like laughter before you hobbled up, grabbing steve’s nailed bat before raising it over your shoulder.

“from here on out you will leave max and her friends alone, got it?” you asked.

he just laughed.

you swung the bat right between his legs, underneath his dick before screaming, “say you understand! say it!”

“i understand,” he finally mustered up the courage to speak.

“sorry, what was that,” you wanted him to be louder.

“i understand!”

“good,” you dropped the bat to your side before grabbing the keys from his belt loop. “joy ride, anyone?” you put on as good of a smile as you could while holding the keys up.

you had told max to drive, your leg still absolutely killing you. you sat in the back, steve’s head on your lap as you doctored up his wounds. it was the hydrogen peroxide that made him wake up.

“shh,” you whispered. “i know, i know,” you ran your hands through his hair.

“y/n?” you nodded at his question.

“let me just clean you up a bit, alright?” you finished pouring the peroxide, letting him squeeze your hand to return the favor from earlier before placing a dab of neosporin and a bandage over each cut while the kids were navigating.

you were paying attention to his wounds but he was paying attention to you. how careful you were. how soft your hands felt on his face, how nice they felt in his hair. was his head on your thighs? they were comfy. soft. he could stay like this forever. until he realized…

“oh my god!” he shouted, moving him from his daydream and back into reality.

“relax, she’s driven before,” dustin tried to convince steve it was fine.

“in a parking lot!” mike added.

steve kept chanting, ‘oh my god,’ as max drove, each of the kids trying to calm him down. it was all stressful and probably too loud for his head. there was definitely a concussion, you just weren’t sure how bad it was.

“everyone shut up!” you ordered. “steve, i couldn’t drive. the douchebag hurt my leg even more, i told her she could, she’s really not too bad. now you have got to breath before you put yourself in worse condition than you already are, got it?” you told him, hands placed softly on both sides of his face to ground his attention.

he nodded, taking a deep breath as you animated with him.

“your face,” he reached up to cup your face, you leaned into his touch.

this one time.

“i’m sorry i didn’t stop him sooner…”

“it’s not your fault, steve,” you gave him a small smile. “billy’s just a douche,” you shrugged. “besides, now i can say that i’ve been in a fight.”

you swore he was leaning into you until max nearly missed her left turn, hitting a mailbox and nearly crashing the car. steve’s arms were flailing everywhere until he wrapped one around your shoulder and the other around your waist.

“jesus, max!” you huffed out. “make a liar out of me, why don’t ya?”

a sigh of relief fell upon the entire group as she put the car in park. “i told ya. zoomer,” she added.

“zoomer?” steve asked you, you laughed and placed your hand over his mouth to shut him up for a moment.

you and the kids got everything out of the car, the masks and goggles to protect yourselves. steve was stumbling out of the car, mumbling about how he told you not to go in there, saying that it wasn’t gonna happen.

“look, steve,” you took your metal pipe out of the trunk. “either you stay here and watch the car or something while i make sure they stay safe or you come with us and help me. your decision,” you shoved his backpack in his direction, along with his nailed bat, before hobbling after the kids.

“y/n,” steve called you back. “you’re hurt. your leg. is this really the best decision?”

“it’s the only decision, steve,” you shook your head. “regardless of whether or not you’re going down there, my sister is not going without me. got it, steve?” he nodded. “good.”

steve jumped in the hole before you, able to catch you so you wouldn’t hurt your leg even more with the impact of landing. you quickly took your hands from his shoulders to turn and observe the tunnels.

“yea i’m pretty sure it’s this way,” mike said, his voice slightly muffled by the bandana around his nose and mouth.

“you’re pretty sure or are you certain?” dustin demanded to know.

“im 100 percent sure!” mike rephrased. “just follow me and you’ll know!” mike began to lead the group.

“woah! woah! woah! hey, hey, hey!” steve shouted. “i don’t think so,” he said as he caught up with mike, leaving max to be your crutch beside you.

“what?” mike questioned.

“any of you little dipshits die down here and i get the blame,” steve said. “got it, dipshit?” you rolled your eyes. “here on out, i’m leading the way. come on, let’s go.”

“my god, what is this place?” you looked around. it seemed like a cave that had little extensions.

“alright let’s keep moving!” steve ordered, moving ahead quickly.

“ahh shit!” you heard dustin’s scream “it’s in my mouth! holy shit it’s in my mouth! ahhh!”

you all ran to where he was, you got on the ground next to him, he grasped your arm as he kept trying to spit it out on the ground, coughing before sitting back up.

“i’m okay,” he breathed out.

“seriously?” you shoved him back before steve held out his hand to help you up, letting his hand linger around your waist.

“really funny man,” steve sassed. “nice, very nice.”

this time he let his hand on your waist guide you through the tunnels beside him, albeit a bit worried about something happening to you. you didn’t mind, you felt max’s presence right behind you.

“alright wheeler,” steve announced. “i think we’ve found your hub.”

it was huge. like a big cave with little extensions in every direction. the little particles dancing around made it hard to see, even still with your adjusted eyes.

“drench it,” mike said.

you all began pouring the flammable liquid you had gathered everywhere, making sure to cover as much surface as possible. this thing would burn. and you wanted to make sure of it.

“you guys ready?” you asked, they all nodded. you turned to steve, his nod ensuring that they were ready before you flicked the flame alive, tossing it onto the ground.

immediately the vines began to come to life, screeching from pain and writhing, trying to escape it.

“let’s go,” steve yelled. “let’s go! let’s go! lets go!” he ushered the kids away, you not too far behind him.

when mike tripped, screaming for help, you were able to whack the vine with your metal pipe, sending it screeching back away from his leg, you ordered the others to keep running before a dog came before you.

“dart?”dustin had asked. “is that you buddy?”

“dustin-“

“trust me!” dustin ordered. “hey, it’s me, it’s me. it’s just your friend. it’s dustin,” he took his goggles off to prove it to the creature. “just dustin, all right? you remember me,” he crouched down to the dog’s level. “will you let us pass?”

the dog snarled at him, seemingly telling the child no.

“okay, okay. i’m sorry,” dustin tried to reason. “i’m sorry about the storm cellar. i know it was a pretty douchey thing to do. you hungry?” he reached into his backpack. “yea? i’ve got our favorite. see? nougat,” dustin began to unwrap the candy for the dog to eat, placing on the ground. “look at that. yummy. here, all right,” he backed away from the dog, waving for everyone to pass the creature while he was occupied. “there’s plenty, i’ve got more,” he offered.

you began to ignore his reunion, instead ensuring that max got across safely, your hand on the square of her back as steve led the group at the front. dustin quickly earned his footing ahead of you before you saw the rope.

steve began lifting the kids up the rope as he heard the roaring of the dogs. first max, then lucas, mike, dustin, then the dogs were too close.

“steve?” you looked at him, tears pricking the corners of your eyes.

he grasped your hand, “i’ve got you,” but you opted for wrapping your arms around his torso, his going around your shoulders. you tucked your head into his chest before realizing that they hadn’t attacked you. they were going around.

“eleven,” mike realized.

steve was able to hoist you up, letting the rest of the kids help pull you up before he grasped your hand, you and the kids doing the same for him. once you were all on safe, solid, normal ground, you noticed the headlights of the car getting increasingly bright. eleven was doing her thing. you had helped.

-

one broken tibia and a month later, hawkins was seemingly ‘normal’ again. you were adorned in a pretty little cast while waiting for max outside of the snow ball dance. you think her and lucas will kiss, she might’ve mentioned wanting to during one of your sleepovers.

you were parked outside of the school, reading the shining for what felt like the 50th time, when a car parked next to your own. you looked across and saw none other than steve harrington in the drivers seat, a dorky grin on his face as he waited for you to wave your hand and motion for him to join you in your car.

“hey,” he opened the door and plopped in. “so, uhhh…”

“yes?” you asked, wanting to know why he had that dopey grin on his face. while it was an obnoxiously cute grin, you still wanted to know what put it there.

“how’s the leg?” he motioned to the one that was bent in your seat, still a bit of grief hit him when he remembers how hurt you had gotten that night.

“y’know,” you shrugged. “it’ll be fine. hurts like hell, though.”

“i’m sorry,” he dropped eye contact with you, opting to look at his hands that were currently cupping his knees.

“for what?” you chuckled. “you didn’t do this.”

“yea but,” he breathed out. “i could’ve. i saw billy when he-he shoved your leg in. you have no idea how-how angry that made me. and how he spoke to you? i just… you are deserving of-“

“hold it, steve,” you put your hand up. “i don’t need you to give me this whole ‘pity speech’ about how i deserve love and how im not broken, okay?” you rolled your eyes. “i know i am and im fine with that. what i don’t need is some guy who thinks he knows me try to tell me that im good enough for him or for anyone else. because frankly, i don’t-i don’t even feel that way, okay? so, please,” you felt tears prick your eyes. “don’t bring that back up. because bill-billy somehow knows my deepest thoughts and fears and i-i don’t want anyone else to even think about them. i just can’t handle it right now.”

“y/n,” he grasped your hand with his own. “it’s okay. it’s okay to not be able to handle something-especially after what you’ve been through,” he brought your hand to his lips. “i care about you. i want you to be able to talk through it, even if it isn’t with me.”

“i can’t,” you shook your head. “i can’t talk to max about this. i don’t want her to see me like this.”

“then she doesn’t have to, okay?” he reached across the console and wrapped his arms around you, letting you cry on his shoulder. “i’m here, it’s okay.”

“it’s just…” you dragged on. “home isn’t good. it’s not even a home. i just try to make sure max is never in the mix when things go down but then i-then,” you choked on a sob before he continued to stroke your back.

he pulled back after a second, “if you and max ever need to just… escape, you know my door is always open,” his eyes searched yours for some sort of confirmation but found a bit of weariness. “my parents are like never home, so you won’t really have to worry about them not wanting you guys around.”

“i wouldn’t want to do that to you,” you shook your head, insistent on the idea that you would be too close to a burden on him.

“do what?” he scoffed with a smile. “rid me of my… i’ll admit, loneliness?”

“steve harrington? the king of hawkins high, lonely?” you rolled your eyes. “yea, i’ll believe it when i see it.”

“then you will come over?” he acknowledged with a shit-eating grin. “see the loneliness, first-hand?”

“maybe, steve,” you sighed. “maybe.”

and maybe you should’ve let yourself hold onto him a little longer. you should’ve let your walls down for him. but you couldn’t. you barely knew him. well, you knew him now. but not outside of trying to save the world. you didn’t know how he was when he was sick. you didn’t know his favorite color.

so for tonight, you let yourself feel. you let yourself weep and break and crumble apart in steve harrington’s arms. chances are he would forget what even happened the next day anyway.

this one time.

tomorrow came. and no sign of steve. then the next, then the next. for some reason you felt disappointed. after everything… no.

you don’t need him. you don’t want him. you are perfect without him. your walls are still intact. you have yourself. that’s all you need.

but max, well, max needed you. sometimes she wouldn’t admit it, but she really did need you. so, you were there.

you drove her to the arcade the fifth day, deciding to stick around and watch her do her thing from inside, cheering her on and handing her more quarters once she ran out.

when you heard the other heathens arrive, you knew who was dropping them off. you opted to not even look out of the glass door. he doesn’t need to know you’ve even thought of his name. maybe you have a bit too much.

“y/n,” steve’s voice rang through your ears. you turned to face him with an obviously forced grin. “sorry i never called, my-“

“oh, doesn’t matter, harrington,” you shrugged. “all is well.”

“i just thought that you maybe wanted to talk since…” he dragged on, not wanting to spill too much with this many ears around.

“look, harrington,” you turned to actually look him in his eyes. “i get that we got a bit close and all because of some life or death situations but you don’t need to pretend to care or be my friend anymore. i just-i need to make sure max is taken care of, and that takes a lot more work than you would think,” you chuckled, trying to break the bridge before your walls became irreplaceable to the brown haired boy before you.

“i was never pretending, y/n,” his eyebrows furrowed at your word-vomit taking a step closer to you while reaching for your hand. “you realize i just want to help, i want to be there for you.”

“i don’t need anyone,” you shook your head, pulling your hand away from his. “i’m fine, harrington. i’ve been fine without someone this far, and i’ll continue to be fine.”

“you deserve to be better than fine, y/n,” he argued, letting your hand fall from his own, as much as he missed its warmth. “and what-what’s happened to ‘steve’? what’s with this ‘harrington’ bullshit again?”

“it’s your name,” you shrugged, avoiding eye contact with the man in front of you. you could feel how close you were to caving in. but you couldn’t. you just… you couldn’t risk it. “i’ll use it how i please.”

“when you decide you want to be more than fine,” he sighed, knowing how stubborn you were. “i’ll always be here. waiting for you.”

you turned around before saying with tears in your eyes, “don’t hold your breath, harrington.”

you felt his hand linger over your shoulder, hesitating to leave his touch before you felt the warmth of his presence retreat. the only sign that told you he was surely gone was the ring of the bell on that glass door and the revving engine of his car.

you wouldn’t have noticed if the glass door had shattered as distracted as you were with the feeling of your own heart doing the same. this wasn’t supposed to hurt. you weren’t supposed to feel anything. but now you felt everything. from the one night, that was supposed to only be one time. so why did you want him all the time?

[dentist-brainsurgeon]

All things considered yesterday was probably the best case scenario

The Good:

My sister didn't know that my brother and I were showing up so she got the double whammy surprise, she damn near fainted and cried lol. I gave her a massive hug and picked her up(I should not have done that, my weight limit is 20 pounds💀) had some bonding moments, I was apprehensive about seeing my brother considering the baggage™️and just his non response to what I drew for him a few months back but to my surprise he played nice and did thank me for drawing that and we talked about nerd shit a lot, I had a Rusty from Armored Core keychain on me and he pointed it out and talked about what kits we like running in AC6. And since this was in Cali traffic was abysmal, I had forgotten how bad it was to get anywhere, so like 3 hours after the graduation came dinner Time, to the place we would always go to for celebrations, except they had a rebranding that sucks ass but w/e. My brother, dad and I all were chatting about nerd shit and after a time came gift time, and when she opened the gift I got her, she almost cried!! Bc it was something that had a lot of story behind it and incredibly hard to find(she also had a hard time looking for it for years!) We were all super excited and thrown back at what it was and she gave me a big teary eyed hug 🥺 and my brother gave me a fist bump and a hug about that too, so a BIG winner winner chicken dinner moment. While my mom wasn't paying attention my sister gave me her number!! And my brother wanted to be friends on discord (we'll see how that goes ig)

The bad:

My mom has not changed a bit, color me surprised. I never looked her in the eye and stiffened up any time she touched me and just gave very short flat answers any time she tried to talk to me, I didn't want to cause a scene(it's my sister's graduation so that was a big no no for me) and she made her very awful racist, sexist "statistically you should've been pregnant in high school and had your third kid by now(me), you should be in prison(my brother) and you should be on drugs(my sister)🤪🤪🤪" joke(that really wasn't originally a "joke") and I mentioned to both my siblings how she hadn't changed a bit after all these years. During dinner time she ordered pizza n salad, and my sister wanted to order something, cuz y'know, ITS HER DAY, but mom wouldn't let her, I wanted to order her food for her but knowing mom, I didn't want it to be a problem at dinner or after dinner, so I ended up not ordering for my sister. Another thing, I don't remember what the conversation was, but my mom blurred out "oh you can't ruin my, I mean her day like that 🤪" and my sister looked so disgusted, and I gave her a knowing but reassuring look and nod, and not long after that my mom said once my sister turns 18 she's going to become a raging alcoholic and do lines of coke off a strippers dick amongst a lot of other crude statements that would be bad any other day but just downright awful oh her 17yo daughters graduation, absolutely deranged woman, and I gave my sister yet another knowing look. I can't wait til my sister gets out of there by any means necessary, I do hope this whole ordeal is a wake up call to both my siblings that maybe our one shared parent is just revolting and maybe they can distance themselves from her eventually. My sister is such a sweetie, she doesn't deserve this and it's such a shame no matter how much our mom can pretend and manipulate people into believing she's grown, she has not changed, not moved a centimeter and she's nearing 60 at this point

[seongminiz]

jo… i’m having mattwoong brainrot again i haven’t been able to stop thinking about what u said about lifeguard!matt and country club owner!jiwoong… pls… crawling on all fours rn.. help… only if u want to talk about it tho.. 🤭🤭

ik i’m supposed to be thinking about ot9 cravity gb but i tried and. i’m overwhelmed.

- 🧁 anon

🧁 .... ofc i will talk abt it⁉️ ot9 vity can wait

let me start by saying that to me country club owner!jiwoong = dilf!jiwoong . it just makes sense .. i mean dilf!jiwoong always makes sense to me but hes just so dilf coded its insane ok im going off topic lets not

but yea so age gap warning like reader is ofc an adult but jiwoong is at the very least 10yrs older than her

so .. rich spoiled reader who is used to get everything she wants , without even needing to ask for it . except for jiwoong , no matter how many times u try to bring ur very short conversations further , or how many times u ask him to teach u to play tennis while ur wearing an even shorter skirt , he somehow manages to keep things as professional as he can .

to jiwoongs surprise too , bc he'd be lying if he said he didn't want to fuck u n put u in ur place , especially when u wear one of ur skimpy bikinis. he has to constantly remind himself how much younger than him u r , n it still doesn't completely deter him ..

n then theres matthew . matthew whos just a collateral damage of all ur attempts to seduce jiwoong , trying so hard to just focus on his job as a lifeguard when you're making it so hard for him - literally . but maybe not all hope is lost for matt , you're not oblivious to his staring n flirting back with him gives u the attention u crave so badly n jiwoong constantly fails (from ur point of view , at least) to give u , so it rlly wont take that long until u sneak into a storage closet after matthew's shift is over to suck him off n leave him wanting more ..

matthew knows hes basically putting his job on the line for a random girl who doesn't actually care abt him , but he also knows abt ur little crush on jiwoong , n his boss isn't as subtle as he thinks he is about his attraction for you - so he might risk losing his job , but his ego is fed enough he doesn't worry abt that for now .

or at least , as long as jiwoong doesn't catch u two messing around n puts him in his place :3

[mutable-manifestation]

"So he pasted on a stoic expression and gave a simple "No.""

Here's where we differentiated because I shifted to Damian's POV and kinda forced the matter. So we could Get Damian's perspective on Danny's cover." After that was the stuff I couldn't figure out because of this spot right here! Danny's answer had to be "no" the misunderstanding doesn't sink as well if it doesn't.

The memory of tests, the pre-established no-codewords *chef's kiss* because it is always going to be safer for Danny to make contact in some other way. With invisibility and intangiblity even more so.

Closing the box cutter like that, perfect. Danny knows better than to attempt to rival Damian, especially when he's under the assumption that Damian is still acting heir. Oof I can't think of any reason getting called back wouldn't spell trouble.

I love the slight implication with the evil billionaires list and tuckers unspoken question, to me it reads like Lex has also tried to clone Phantom. Which I don't think was intended but, it tracks! He totally would!

Tim's questions, Danny looking to Damian for orders. Yes. Just yes, perfection, right there in front of my face but the question didn't even occur to me. Wonderful.

Everything that follows, YOUR TAGS they look like my notes we were on the same wavelength I swear!

Do you have plans to keep going with this? Can we collab if you do?

See I couldn't bring myself to use the Damian POV because in my mind his internal dialogue would just be. Static.

Like, yes, he's a highly trained assassin. And idk too much about batman timeline but I've seen stuff about how he's had character growth and gotten better about things over time. If he came to them at 10 and he's 16 now, that's 6 years for his personal growth. Learning to care about people again.

But outside of missions the batfam are all hot garbage and personal interaction, and I imagine Damian's had enough growth by this point to get to the "people matter to me as more than murder tools/mission tolls" idea, but without any of the understanding of how to deal without a given context.

And with Danny, the context has always been "avoid/ignore."

Danny isn't a classmate. He isn't one of his adopted brothers that he has learned how to squabble/get along with over time. And, most of all, whatever Danny might believe, he is not a League member. Which leaves Damian with no framework for how to deal with him.

Damian had/has a hard enough time getting over his League training, how does he help Danny get over his? Especially when 10 years of it would have been training he did to himself.

How does he interact with someone he was raised to hold at arms-length^2?

So I figured doing his POV would be too difficult because I couldn't think of much beyond static, panicked rambling, and several mock-conversations on how to break it to Danny that the League is gone without him going off on a suicide mission against the coup-people.

Which is kind of a shame, because you could fit a lot of angst in ala grief for Danny's seemingly emotionless state and guilt for forgetting him (which, not Damian's fault the League just sucks, but people don't stop blaming themselves for things just because they know they don't need to. Emotions be cray).

"Oof I can't think of any reason getting called back wouldn't spell trouble"

idk why but this made me think of an AU version where Damian intercepted the letter but the League actually was calling Danny back at the time (no coup), so they try to find him in Nanda Parbat only to find the (fake) dead body to the resulting tune of: Batfam Grief Rampage Time (TM). Except the League called him back because they found out what he was leaving out of his reports (about the portal & tech, not about him being a halfa) so when the batfam go to Amity to talk to the Fenton's about their "dead" son Amity is walled off w/an anti-liminal shield & armed to the teeth waiting for assassins (bc u know the whole town is in danger of being conscripted after bathing in portal radiation for so long. Call that "League of Assassins Park" at that point - sans the whole cult aspect. Unless u count the Phantom Phans).

"I love the slight implication with the evil billionaires list and tuckers unspoken question, to me it reads like Lex has also tried to clone Phantom. Which I don't think was intended but, it tracks! He totally would!"

You know that really wasn't the implication I was going for, but I could totally see Lex trying to clone Phantom. Maybe he heard about the whole overshadowing thing and was like "yo loyal clone to control the actual superman is way better than a second superman that could (did) go rogue! And this one can even be a (former) human!!!"

"Tim's questions, Danny looking to Damian for orders. Yes. Just yes, perfection, right there in front of my face but the question didn't even occur to me. Wonderful."

Am basking in the positive feedback like a lizard in the sun thanks ☀️🦎🥰 

"Do you have plans to keep going with this? Can we collab if you do?"

I thought about making a follow-up, but the stuff others tagged on kinda satisfied the brain itch for me.

But! I could totally see this turning into a fully fleshed-out fic, and I think I'd enjoy writing for it, so if you want to make it happen I'd be happy to collab :)

[rexxdjarin]

Julieeee I have not known peace since our conversation about whispering dirty things in public to Boba and just how much he loves it when you praise him.

Sitting on the throne with him? Tell him how the throne looks like it was made for him and how you want to get on your knees and make him feel like the king he is with his cock down your throat and tears in your eyes.

On his rounds with him? Tell him how fucking dangerous and strong he looks and how his presence alone in all that big bad beskar makes you soak through your panties and wish he'd bend you over the nearest flat surface to take what's his for everyone to see.

And then when it's just the two of you wrapped up in your bed at night, you can tell him how good and beautiful he is, how he's just and fair and that's a kindness not afforded to most people. That no matter what his past is, he chose to be a better man and overcome odds that would have killed a lesser person. You can whisper how you like his brown eyes, his warm skin, and strong hands, or how the sound of his voice is the only music you want to hear for the rest of your life. You can tell him all of that because in the sacred space of your shared bed, he can finally bare not just his body, but his soul.

Anyways that was way longer than I intended but what can I say, I am in love with (a sl*t for) Boba Fett.

ZWEI BC IDJDJW I CANT BREATHE BECAUSE LISTEN

Boba spends every waking second of his day thinking the filthiest thoughts about you. And so if you start whispering the same things in his ear while he’s working he’s gonna go fucking NUTS.

The picture of you on your knees sucking him off while he lounges on the throne is enough to make him practically suffocate. He literally fantasizes about it while various citizens come in and talk to him throughout the day. And it’s so painfully difficult to listen to their needs when he has some of his own that he desperately wants addressed. That salacious dark deviously sexy look in your eyes with his cock in your mouth is imprinted in his brain.

On his rounds he thinks about how your hips sway when you walk and how your ass bounces perfectly whenever you step. And while he’s watching where he’s going and overlooking his city on his daily walk through the streets, he can’t help but picture you pressed against the walls of every building in every alleyway. How your backside swallows him inside of you with every thrust and how much you wouldn’t even care if every person walking by heard the sounds he drew out of you, wouldn’t even care if people watched what he did to you. You were fucking dirty when you needed his attention and any time any place would do to satisfy your lust for him.

And then at night when he finally has you in bed to himself he’s got you all wrapped up in him. Your legs wrapped around his waist, silk sheets positioned just so to highlight your every curve and goosebump raising on your skin. Every lewd thought he pictured in his mind during the day, every whispered desire you filled his ears with while he tried to pay attention…it all culminates in you underneath him and him dragging out every ounce of pleasure he can from you. In his bed, in his refresher, against the walls, bent over his balcony overlooking the sunset in the dune sea…..he will make you feel how much he needed you all day. How much he fucking loves ending his day fulfilling his ultimate duty…..to prove how much he loves and values having you all to himself. He can be soft and loving and vulnerable with you and it still results in the raw, passionate fucking he loves. You like all of him, not just the man in charge. You like the soul inside too and that means more to him than ruling any planet ever could.

[strawbrygashez]

Lots of hcs for HS fc au bc I’m bored :3

•Tyler eventually ends up spending most of his days at Jacks house. It’s less hectic, Jacks mom is like the mom he never had, he loves jack (dUH), and is allowed to act more like himself there. Tylers mom doesn’t care at all that much that Tyler is never home. Tyler never tells her where he goes/stays.

•Tyler was the one who got the most attached first. He follows him around everywhere and picks on him. It takes Jack a while to realize Tylers ‘picking’ is just him trying to play around with him and his way of initial way of interacting with him. As time goes by Tyler gets more kind & thoughtful (he will forever be a bit of a jerk tho)

•Jack is friends with Marla before Tyler. Marla and Jack are outcasts so they ended up hanging out together. Well more like Marla started talking to him because she noticed he’s always by himself too.. and she liked how weird he is like Tyler likes as well.

•Marla doesn’t trust Tyler at all at first because Tyler runs with the more popular crowd & he used to make Jack actually a little annoyed with the teasing so she’s confused why Tyler all the sudden is always joined at Jacks hip.

It’s only when Jack starts talking really fondly of Tyler or she can start seeing for herself he has no bad intentions, she will start to care less and less about Tyler being around.

I think Tyler would take a slight interest in her too since she’s probably the only goth person he’s met

(💀 honestly it’s just funny thinking about how Jack was like •_• and never bothered anyone but two people (Tyler & Marla) just randomly decided they wanted to be a part of this quiet guys life.)

•oh yeah, I feel like this should take place in a town that’s like.. u drive out and ur in the country but the schools more into the city. Marla is in the city near Jack while Tyler is in a trailer park. This AU would probably be late 90s early 00s too.

•Tyler abandons his friend group for Marla and Jack because he loves how those two aren’t suck ups like his old usual friends are & just finds himself having really interesting conversations with them both. He finds comfort in knowing those two think like him… well he still tries to push more of his opinions on life and whatnot onto them but they at least truly listen and Marla slightly argues back and points out the flaws in what he’s saying/argues back a bit. (She agrees with him on most things but yknow how Tyler can get a little too extreme lol)

•Tyler thought the two would leave him after his first real bad manic episode around them but they don’t. Marla might be kinda pissed if he did something dangerous or said something really rude and Jack might as well but they assure him it’s nothing. Jack & Marla are ‘messed up in the head’ as well so they can’t really say anything. They just empathize with him.

It scares him a bit that it doesn’t make them leave him bc that’s what he’s used to :,/ and he knows sometimes he really screws up so he doesn’t get why they won’t leave.. because he really cares about them.

•After Tyler just leaves all his old friends for Marla & Jack, Those three become that group in school. People probably have made up names for them all or a made up name for the group in general. But it never really gets back to them that often because people still hold respect for Tyler.. it’s just stupid dramatic teen crap.

•Tyler is really good at sports while Marla will just sit out no matter what Tyler says unless it’s something like super easy. Jack on the other hand joins in no matter what if Tyler tells him to. Tyler tells him he needs to get some muscle and stamina because he’s built like a stick.

Tyler won’t do certain things if he doesn’t feel like it though, he’ll just walk those mile long track things with Marla with Jack on his back because Jack is exhausted and not fit at all to walk or run for so long.

•Besides exercise and fighting Jack, Tyler also likes taking pictures and learning guitar around this time. He takes classes where he can do both. He’ll hunt down Marla & Jack during school so he can take pictures of them for the year book even though both will tell him they don’t want extra pictures in it :/ after enough complaining or pushing by Tyler they agree though.

Jack knows how to play the guitar some and they’ll teach each other things they learn :3

•Tyler and Marla are protective of Jack. Jack doesn’t really realize he’s being messed with unless it’s like very clearly obvious so they both have a eye out for him.

•At their final prom as their final F U to the school, Marla wears a tux while Jack wears a dress :D because there isn’t much point of anyone saying anything to them when everyone is going their separate ways soon and probably won’t see these three again. Tyler won’t shut up about how badass it is that they dressed up like that.

[exantivancrow]

Hi!! A bit late rip but 2, 3, 6, 11 from the pride asks for hanna, fen, and anyone else you'd like! c:

laya, the light of my life, tysm!!! quick rundown of the bg3 ocs:

fen's my non-tav half drow halsin romancer, nature domain cleric of yondalla (listen, the underdark sucked) guild artisan

hanna's my witcher oc i borrowed for my first run when i got decision paralysis on the cc; human battlemaster fighter outlander who is also romancing halsin in her run bc he's eskel-coded

alecto's my gith oath of vengeance paladin soldier romancing astarion (and probably also halsin...... we're not gonna talk about it)

2. What's your oc's orientation? (Romantic, sexual, platonic, alterous, etc.) Do they have opinions about it?

Fen: Pansexual, bisexual, no matter your opinions on what label works best, if you're hot she's into it. She thinks it's kinda fascinating that this isn't the consensus on attraction. On the aromantic spectrum somewhere, because I'm incapable of making allo characters.

Hanna: She's pretty sure she's heterosexual; she has slept with more than just men, but she finds herself primarily focusing on men. She leads a busy stressful complicated life so if someone offers, that's all that matters, she'll take it, but she's not as into it as she could be. She's never really dedicated time/effort to figuring out more because she's got a busy stressful complicated life, but she is demiromantic.

Alecto: Their perception of sexuality (whoever is strong is attractive) is the only correct way. Astarion is strong in spirit, and in combat, if not in body, and he's not helpful in explaining how it works for people not raised in a creche, he's also drawn to strength.

3. How did your oc discover themselves? Did something cause them to question or have they always known?

Fen: She's always known. She's been through a lot of different cultures, and understood from her beginning how she worked.

Hanna: Was hit on by a gorgeous tiefling woman within her first year on the road, and thought "oh I can't pass up this opportunity", and then didn't enjoy it as much as she figured she would. Spent the next couple years finding the pattern before realizing she just wasn't as into women as she originally thought.

Alecto: The gith way is the only right way. Everyone born in the creche knows this.

6. How does your oc feel about labels? Theirs, or in general?

Fen: Likes learning new ones! Both for herself and others. She thinks they're neat.

Hanna: Doesn't mind labels, but doesn't use them herself; does her absolute (hehehe) best to respect others'.

Alecto: Thinks labels are restrictive until someone tries to explain otherwise, and they just find that more confusing. Why say you fit into a category if that's not always true, then you're lying about it? Zheir friends mark it a lost cause. She isn't rude about it on purpose though, he's just genuinely confused.

11. Is your oc open about their identity? Are they more blunt or lowkey? Why or why not?

Fen: Has a thing about sharing personal information needlessly, is not open about it.

Hanna: Is blunt if asked, has no problem with being open about it, but non-maliciously considers it to be a waste of conversation. We could sit around and talk about objective statements about each other, or we could go take care of someone who needs help. She has a preference.

Alecto: Is, in fact, too blunt about it. Karlach once made the mistake of saying that talking to people about it is a way of showing you trust them, and listening to people about it is a way of showing you care, and now she brings it up (in too much detail) when she's trying to make friends. Her existing friends have to explain "it means she likes you".

looking at this, glad to see they're all as autistic as I am, lmaoooo; my new bg3 blog @lastlightinternet will feature more of these kiddos eventually! thanks for the ask laya!!

[familyagrestefanblog]

Gabriel vs Adrinette

Not that it isn't the expected Fandom reaction to hate Gabriel to all hells for standing in between the Love Square becoming canon, but regarding the Gabriel is against Adrien being in a relationship with Marientte thing, people are right now kinda ignoring something major from “Perfection”

More (and ALOT of spoilers; also for “Emotions”) under the cut

The end credit scene of "Perfection" gave us a shockingly solid reason for that. This isnt “Chat Blanc” logic where Gabriel broke Adrinette up to akumatize Marinette, or simply for shits and giggles. After Gabriel akumatized Kagami in “Perfection” - where the akuma went into her ring - Tomoe literally walzed into Gabriel’s office, throwing hands and threatening him:

Alright, first of all: HELL YES Tomoe, good on you for immediately defending your daughters safety and life after Gabriel carelessly endangered Kagami’s EXISTENCE. Again, the megakuma went into Kagami’s ring. If Kagami hadnt managed to break free of the akumatization herself (something Gabriel tried to STOP her from btw) through her friends wholesome love and care for her, then at some point Ladybug and Chat Noir might have found a way to break her akuma object and THAT would have fucking killed Kagami.

It doesnt matter how unlikely it was for that to happen, point still stands that Tomoe is 100% right. Gabriel endangered Kagami’s LIFE by akumatizing her like this. Tomoe going at his throat was justified because she is a mother looking out for her daughter.

BUT

This is not where the threat remained and you cant just ignore that going onwards:

The shot composition and the way Gabriels hand moves in the gif above pretty much speak for themselves because your eyes are automatically drawn to Gabriels wedding ring; and what that means should be ridiculously obvious at this point: Adrien.

Look, after “Perfection” and ESPECIALLY “Emotion” I dont care anymore how many layers deep in denial you still are about Adrien, Kagami and Félix being Sentihuman. If you still havent accepted that then this isnt the post for you, sorry. No offense, but I’m continuing. 

As I said, as justified as Tomoe 100% IS to go off on Gabriel for endangering Kagami, you cant just ignore that she then literally threatened to do the same under tighter terms. Tomoe didnt threaten to destroy Gabriel HIMSELF, reveal him to the public or straight up kill him as he almost did Kagami.

Tomoe countered the threat he posed to her daughters life by threatening Gabriel to kill ADRIEN, if Gabriel ever pulls something like this again or steps too far out of the line their contract created. Btw, probably this one from season 3 “Animaestro”:

(Funny how quite some people already guessed back then that his has something to do with an arranged marriage for Adrien and Kagami. If this is indeed the contract Tomoe is referring to, then that assumption years ago was correct!)

Adrien just like Kagami is an innocent child in their parents massive plan of power and control. Tomoe threatened to kill an innocent child, Gabriel’s child, and Gabriel took that bloody serious as he should as Adrien’s father:

In this conversation both Tomoe and Gabriel acted from their position and role as PARENTS.

As much as Gabriel is a fuck awful human being who deserves his comeuppance, no, Tomoe is not justified in lowering the worth of Adrien’s life and ENDING it as a punishment for Gabriel just because GABRIEL carelessly put Kagami in a position of life-threatening danger. Dont applaud Tomoe when she defended her daughter and then turn around and play deaf when she threatened the life of Gabriel’s son. Tomoes target should be GABRIEL and Gabriel ONLY.

But she didnt. Tomoe is the one with more power in her hands and she spoke the threat that if Gabriel doesnt/cant uphold his side of their contract she will make ADRIEN the price Gabriel has to pay.

Excuse me if I’m not just ignoring this because its inconvenient for the Love Square. It sucks that we dont have all the context bc Gloob refused to respect the chronological order, but as for now Gabriel isn't so fircely against Adrinette because hes a monster and hates his son’s happiness itself, the situation is ALOT more complicated than that.

And I’m pointing it out because I honestly didnt expect the show to not just make Gabriel an even bigger threat to the Love Square as he already was til now because of the same ol’ neglective and unreasonably harsh demands by principle that make Adrien miserable.

No, Gabriel has an ACTUAL reason for this now in s5. In the “Protection” trailer we already heard that Adrien and Kagami were basically “made for each other” from the start by their parents alliance and we saw that reinforced in “Emotion” by them being the King and Queen of the Diamond Ball (and apparently the main jewels of this creppy rich cult...)

Look, I'm not anywhere close to saying that Gabriel standing between the love square and now having it more and more out for Marinette as a civilian is even a fraction of GOOD (I shouldnt even need to state this but I know this fandom. Save is save.)

But I AM saying that among all the other things that have now made a 180 degrees turn for the season 5 narrative, the reasons and motivations for Gabriels abusive parenting have also changed to a different extreme direction that... you can actually understand from his perspective in these massively fucked up circumstances Gabriel himself has created on every level for his own son for the last 15 years and before Adrien was even born.

(this is in every way still on Gabriel, that's a base-line truth)

So if Adrien and Kagami are already promised to each other and Tomoe EXPECTS that Gabriel's side of the contract is upheld as promised - so Adrien being Gabriel's perfect heir and Kagami's future husband (same goes for Kagami) - then YES, Gabriel is not so fircely against Adrinette for no reason.

Cause as much as she would hate this in every way, Marinette Dupain-Cheng, her love and Adrien's growing feelings for her ARE currently a life-threatening factor putting a target on Adrien's head. Our love birds just dont KNOW that!

And that is in my opinion a much more interesting way to approach the season where Marinette and Adrien finally find each other. The love square is 100% in the right of course and the narrative treats it that way, but the prince's cruel father - the king - is not out here now having it out for his sons Knight/love just because he's a dick. The prince is already promised and the king was threatened by the other more powerful ruler - he gets his weaponry from and the prince is promised to their daughter - that if the prince isn't doing exactly what he is supposed to do then the king will receive his sons head on a spear.

Thats not something I have in me to pretend like Gabriel has no reason whatsoever to... not WANT.

The man doesnt want this son dead. No matter what the situation is or how Gabriel handles it, that... that parental instinct by itself I get and be honest, so do YOU.

100% still on the warmongering mad kings past and current actions and decisions - he put his prince in this position - but I can still absolutely get behind why the King now gets even more dangerous, overprotective and controlling and is against his son finding true love, when up til now the king HIMSELF has neglected and abused his son so much that the prince went out finding love and happiness elsewhere (Also, the prince has the damn humanright to live his own life, thank you very much)

Listening to his father less and less and escaping out of his grasp which formerly was “merely punishable disobedience” (if noticed), but NOW the kings neglect and abuse has lead to circumstances and behavior from his son that under these new heightened stakes are basically causing the prince to get/getting (himself) killed.

In my opinion, this is the best way the show could have handled this. And it completely caught me by surprise because at this point I didnt DARE to hope that the show would create circumstances of Gabriel standing between the love square that actually give the complexity of the Family Agreste story the justice they deserves. Gabriel Agreste doesnt have to be RIGHT or anything but the villain of the story to be an understandable but still cruel villain father. I love this. Fucking thank you!

But another reason why I love this, is because it tightens the noose Gabriel created for his families fate in “Destruction” - by cataclysming himself - so much further:

This was already a more than amazing upgrade for Gabriel’s and Nathalie’s villain motivations. No matter what was in s1-s4, the new stakes of “if we dont win, Adrien will loose us both and be all that's left of our family” simply ARE understandable and even sympathetic villain parent motivations.

Now, what is DONE with this for Gabriel and Nathalie respectively is a different question, but THIS reasoning is a worthy moral noose for a villain parent (both of them). THIS is a great family conflict and it was only made BETTER by Tomoe's threat in “Perfection”.

And it doesnt even paint Gabriel as anything BUT the villain of the story, who is the root of all of the horrible dangers/losses for which Adrien is now put in place and to be the one who has to pay for his father’s sins. Gabriel and even Nathalie is set up to escape the full brunt of the consequences of their actions by death. But what about Adrien when everything Agreste related goes to hell and he's the only one LEFT?

I’m not saying this is necessarily what’s also about to play out in Canon. These are the current STAKES of the Agreste Family because of Gabriel himself. But may I say, the situation was never more morally complex than right now.

I cant wait to see how much further the s5 Agreste story goes, this is AMAZING!

[peejsocks]

one time you have break up sex with ryan and one time you reconnect

a/n: got a massive headache in the middle of writing this so im blaming it if there are any mistakes. but otherwise god i love writing for ryan so much it always get me giggling and blushing. i hope you enjoy this as much as me 🤓

basically got this “one time [blank] and one time [blank] idea from this amazing eddie munson fic. i might do more like this if lightning strikes twice bc it’s super fun

disclaimers/tags: female reader. nsfw. angsty but filled to the brim with love! pretty filthy. minors dni.

"It's not looking great, is it? Us?"

Sundays always had a haunting aura, and today wasn't going down any easier.

Ryan is leaning against the sink in your bathroom, looking at his beat up converse.

He looks uncharacteristically small from your position at the end of your bed. You're looking up, fighting tears.

"No."

Less a sentence, more a pained noise.

"But I love you. You know that, right?"

Of course, god, of course you do. It's in everything he does, his love for you. As is your love for him. That's why it hurts so much.

Jackass. Viva la Bam. Haggard is officially in motion. So much is happening so fast. No matter how many times your boyfriend tried to be reassuring, you were slowly falling behind.

At first, you tried playing a game of catch up, but it got exhausting quick.

"I'm so incredibly proud of you. I think you know that." Ryan's eyes are gazing at the floor again, his lip sucked in. "It's been amazing, living all this with you and watching everything work out. You and the boys deserve it. I just can't be the supportive girlfriend if I don't have anything of my own."

His head shoots up, cheeks tainted pink in exhasperation, matching his high-pitched voice. Hurting him like this feels like the worst thing you've ever done.

"I'm not asking you to be 'the girlfriend'! You're so much more, I tell everyone-"

"No, Ry, I know." You sigh, and a hiccup follows. Your chest shrinks with the painful movement. "What I mean, is that I need space to find my goals. Figure out what I want to do. I feel like I don't have room to do that next to you."

Now, your sobs become loud. This is unfair to both of you.

"I don't want to hold you back, or anything."

It's a soft whisper. A resignation.

Before you can make sense of it, both of you meet in the middle of your bedroom.

Ryan's chin rests on the top of your head, and your arms try to engulf as much of his back as possible, sniffling and taking in the worn scent of his shirt.

Firm hands push on your waist, forcing you to pull back. His fingers come up to wipe your tears, thumb tracing your lips. Eventually, they lift your head up and your mouths clash.

It's more gentle than you've ever been with one another. Like this is how you want to remember it.

You're the one to take initiative, pulling his shirt up from the back.

He doesn't deny you, guiding your body backwards until you're dropping onto the mattress.

The wooly texture of the duvet warms your bare back as Ryan works your cunt with his tongue, the quiet sounds of the peaceful day outside mixing with the languid wet licks.

As your orgasm hits, you're crying his name. There's no other, more sincere way to put it. Your face is soaked, body flinching with sobs, nose running slightly.

You beg him to be inside of you.

Usually, Ryan would leave handprints on your thighs with how brutal he was with grabbing. Right now, however, rough fingers try their hardest to be delicate when locking your knees around him.

Short curls scrape your forehead, squishy nose denting yours as he thrusts methodically into you, dragging it out as much as possible. You've never heard his breaths so low and controlled, focused.

Climax washes over him right after your second wave, round face hidden in the crook of your neck as he whines. You can feel dampness in your shoulders.

There's a lingering feeling that maybe both of you wanted to stay there longer, but instead you help him pack anyting he has left in your room.

---------------------/----/-----------------

His hair ir longer now, straigther, down to his shoulders.

Style hasn't changed much, shoes definitely heavier. He's older.

"Wow, you look fantastic."

Your smiles were equally wide and instantaneous when you spotted each other across the room. Abandoning your drinks by whatever furniture was closest so you could touch, hug.

"Me? Look at you! How did you get better looking?" Your fingers are twitching, desperate to take off his sunglasses so you can see his eyes again. Who wears those inside anyways?

"If you tell me your secret, I'll tell you mine."

When did you start sounding so old when you flirt?

A familiar voice calls from the back, and you figure of course he would wear sunglasses inside.

Bam tries to tell you a hundred different stories under one minute. Noticing your distress, Ryan pulls you away to get another beer.

The kitchen is almost empty. When you're younger, that's the most populated area of any party. As you grow up, people no longer want to do one too many consecutive shots and then throw up in the sink.

"I don't-"

You watch him stiffen up, uncomfortable in a house he doesn't know anymore. So you step forward to open the fridge, grabbing two bottles.

"Thanks. And sorry about Bam, he likes to talk."

"I don't blame him, you guys have done a lot in the past few years. So much to talk about."

You're facing each other, leaning on opposite sides of the isle.

Taking a bold leap, your arms strech in front of you to remove the aviators, smiling again when you see a spark in green irises.

He's mirroring you.

In his thirties but so fresh-faced, full cheeks and small nose. Tiny teeth. Silly grin.

You back away laughing, blushing, turning your body to the side when you take a swig. The condensation drips down your cleavage, a much needed refreshment.

"Don't patronize me." Humour drenches his words, and you squint playfully at him. "I don't think we've been nearly as busy as you."

Oh. He knows. You almost choke on the bitter liquid, flattered like a school girl realizing her crush knows her name. He knows about your life.

"I've got friends in all places, alright? I'm a very likeable guy."

You meant to scoff, but it comes out as a giggle, incapable of taking your eyes away from him.

After your breakup, it still took so long to figure things out. You made many wrong moves. With each one, you wondered if your decision was misguided, if you would have nailed it sooner had Ryan been allowed to be there to support you. He wasn't given the chance to.

You still think about that.

Regardless, when you did find your 'purpose', as cliche as it sounds, the rest just started falling into place. You felt better about life, about yourself.

It's not all positive, doubts come and go, but you've built a confidence that is priceless. This is what you were talking about with him that day. Self-assurance is what you didn't have, and what you couldn't really seek for with him.

Many nights you wished things were different. That you were one of those people that always knew what they were for, or who are just good at everything so it doesn't matter. But, alas, they weren't. If you weren't the problem, something else would be.

What matters is that both of you lived on. And neither of you has stopped smiling for the past ten minutes.

"Wanna see what my parents did to my room?"

Your folks had finally scared you into coming home to sort out whatever you wanted to keep from your old stuff and what could be given away. They promised to turn your bedroom into a music room, and maybe rent a piano.

Ryan's boots stomp loudly against the carpeted steps as you run upstairs, like you used to after a night out. Excited and flushed.

A deep breath gets caught in your throat when your hand closes around the knob, realizing who you're about to welcome into your old room.

He catches up with a quizzical look thrown your away, so you just shake it off and open the door.

Stepping inside, you're confused.

"Work in progress?"

Ryan jokes behind you, a little out of breath.

"Must be." Everything is in place. But cleaned up, no dust or smells. Kept alive. "Liars."

He echoes your chuckle.

A chill runs through you, and you blame the open window plus the night breeze.

On your way back from closing it, you stop by your neatly made bed, fluffing a stupid guitar shaped pillow. Ryan calls you, turning around to see him messing with a pink plastic box filled with your old jewelry.

He's holding a necklace he bought for your first and only anniversary.

"I remember wanting to take this one back with me. That day. As a memory." Your eyes flutter, focused on his, which in turn are zoned in on the beautiful silver string supporting a black heart pendant. "But it looked too good on you, I didn't want to deny you that. I guess you never worn it again, though."

The faint twist of his lips is sad. You want to tell him you didn't forget it behind. It did look nice on you, but what was the point of wearing it if not for him? It would kill you, to hear anyone compliment it without being able to say it was his gift. At least not without maiming any chance at new love.

"It was a perfect present. Matches everything, 'till this day."

Your exhale is suggestive, chin pointing down at your top, hoping he'll bite the bait.

Instead of relief, you get nervous when he does, pouting and swinging the thin chain your way as a question. Permission.

Rolling your eyes in fake annoyance, your teeth bite down on your own flesh as you expose your neck for him.

Ryan doesn't really touch you. He pulls the heart close to your throat so the clasp can hang mid air as he fastens it, then ghosts over your chest to readjust it.

Turning back to him, you try not to look so serious or anxious. Fidgeting with the cord, you ask, "Still nice, right?"

His lips brushing against yours is not a surprise, you knew what bringing him up here meant. Or hoped, anyway. But it's how perfect it feels that throws you off.

Your kiss fits, tongues sweeping over and under each other like you had never stopped doing it.

He had a beard before, but now it was rougher. You liked pulling it. The groan he made was even better.

Separating, you manage to speak, licking your lips while still holding his face. "I'm gonna lock the door."

Giddiness translating through your heartbeat, you're fast to shut the door and turn the small lock, but Ryan's quicker. He steps to you, picking you up from behind and spinning you the other way, setting you back down in the middle of the room.

With his nose in your hair, he whispers in your ear. "We never needed to before."

You want to joke about your poor parents being too old to catch you two at it, but that same scratchy beard is causing shivers down your spine, chapped lips wetting your skin all the way to your collarbone.

Out of a sudden, you remember what was the last time both of you were right here. Embraced in the furry rug placed precisely in the center of the bedroom.

Instinctly, you grab the wrist snaking around your middle. Scared he'll walk right out of the door.

Ryan stops, so you turn in his arms, looking into his eyes to say 'I'm sorry about the way things happened'.

Dismissive eyes bore into you, fingers hooking around your chin, and he's kissing you again.

Before you can make sense of it, you're laying on top of the rug, Ryan pulling your pants down.

"Are you sure you're okay with this?" He asks with one hand keeping your knees together, and your legs closed.

"Are- aren't you?" Insecurity bests you. Of course he'd bring it out of you tonight.

Blistery palms rub your kneecaps. "Just making sure."

You lay back down, arching your back so you can pull off your top, breasts freed from any fabric.

At that, Ryan separates your legs, yanking on your panties and discarding of them before you can even see where.

Just as fast, he's pulling on your hips and meeting your cunt halfway, going straight to sucking on your clit.

His hair is a lot better to tug on now, smoother.

Index and middle finger unceremoniously go in, the silver ring on one of them pinching your skin, and you hiss but don't complain.

He's gotten a lot better at it too. Thinking about how practice makes perfect stirs up a funny fire inside of your stomach, so you refrain from thinking about it.

"You taste so much better than anyone else. I missed it, so bad." Like he read your mind.

Ryan always did that. Shot down any fears you might have before you can even express them.

Your hips are rolling up into his face, and as beautiful as he looks, it's a damn shame you can't see his shoulders. So your nails move from bunching his hair to the dark blue fabric. "Shirt."

With a swift move, his torso is bare and you can finally see the muscles. You weren't too young when you dated, but it's still different. Roughed up by the years. Anyone could guess he's a retired firefighter or athlete, but it's from jumping into cacti and running elbow first into walls.

The thought produces a laugh, which is cut short by Ryan going right back to it, lapping up all the juices that had escaped while he undressed.

"Shit, Ry, I'm close."

He speeds up, fingers arching and tongue zigue-zaguing beyond your folds, your own thumb coming down to help.

Soon, you're screaming his name, eyes shut.

When they unscrew, he's still down there, long locks framing his face. Drinking every last drop. It's dizzying, and you wish you would've left the window open.

You're still whimpering, out of it, when Ryan climbs up to you. One stretched arm on each side of your head, you can feel his breath on your face when he speaks.

"Do you know…" It's hard to tell if he's breathing in or trying to come across as intense as possible. "How beautiful that sounds coming out of your mouth? 'Ry'. Do you know how hard- I could explode on your stomach right now just from that."

The mention of his hardness causes your eyes to drift down his chest, to his bulge. It's enticing, a perfect shape visible against his jeans. Obviously commando.

Still drunk in the bliss, you scoot your body until you're right under his hips, hands coming up to unbuckle his belt like you're touching something you had always wanted but was never allowed. Like you hadn't done it before.

Pulling on his pants just enough to free his cock, the swollen head hits your chin, and it's the perfect cue for you to swipe your tongue across it.

Ryan grunts, strong and raspy but his arms buckle. He cusses at the sound of spit hitting your hand, but goes quiet when you finally start stroking him.

Deciding it's enough, you sit up on your elbows and crank your neck up to take him fully into your mouth.

He cusses again.

With a pop, you leave it to add commentary of your own. "It's different. What, are you showering more now?"

Hearing his chuckle, you look up at him from your position, and it must've worked because his cock twitches in your hand and his eyes screw shut. "Don't give me eyes like that or I'm not gonna last, princess."

The nickname makes you feel twenty again. His princess. Stupid, shiny, hopeful. Just like having him here again.

Grateful, your mouth takes more of him this time, until you gag.

Providing his hard shaft a warm, damp place to nest filled you with filthy euphoria. Seeing his stomach flex in and out as he struggled to maintain this awkward position, thrusting down into your mouth with shaky arms so he doesn't crumble on top of you, it's almost unbelievable.

Pre-cum drips down and straight onto the black heart haging in between your breasts. You make sure to lick the rest before more of a mess is made.

Ryan can't take it anymore though, looking down and seeing your tongue pop out of your mouth again, catching the white fluid contrasting the black shape.

"Sweetheart, stop. I'm not gonna- Come up."

So you do, crawling back face to face with him. The back of his hand wipes your lips, half sorry he did this to you and half proud.

With a kiss to the tip of your nose, Ryan pushes himself up to take his boots and jeans off, finally leveling with you.

Your eyes are glossy watching him.

Just as good looking as he used to be, but a lot more comfortable now. It made him seem taller, stronger. You're hit with the realization that maybe when you where fighting to find your confidence, so was he. But he hid it better, a lot better.

"Wanna take the bed?"

Cheeks burn as you realize how ridiculous you probably looked laying bare on the floor, hands wringing each other on top of your stomach, elatedly watching him.

"C'mon." Always so nice, sympathetic. He offers you a hand before gently pushing you down onto the mattress.

The same duvet is there, and it smells freshly washed. Crazy parents of yours.

"How do you wanna do this?" Green eyes caring. You shrug, and he laughs. "Old fashion?"

Nodding, you think about how lovely it would be to ride him or his thighs, but for now you just want to look at him.

So Ryan adjusts, spicing things up just a tad by hooking your ankle over his shoulder. You go red at the exposure and it sets him off.

"Would you please stop being embarrassed? It's me."

Covering your eyes, rings of your own scratch at your eyelids as you chuckle, feeling even more on the spot now. "That's the thing, though, isn't it? It's you."

When you risk a look, he's got a tight-lipped smile, but it screams of fondness and appreciation.

Lost for words, you simply close your hands around the back of his neck and bring him down to your lips, kissing him softly like you would every tedious afternoon when you had nothing to do but love one another.

With his bottom lip between your teeth, Ryan slides into you slowly, and both of you moan.

"Fuck, princess, you're so wet. Soaked."

Your nails are digging into his back, walls tightening and pulsing.

"Move. Please."

The bed scrapes against the wooden floor the same old way. Ryan starts getting rougher with his thrusts like he inevitably always did. You're loudly gasping for air in between, imitating your careless noisy young self.

Back then, you would've held back your laughter from the wet sounds. Tonight, they're comforting, exciting. Ryan's cock pushing against your slick folds as loud as possible in this small room made you complete.

You had a lot more now, in life. But it wasn't whole, because it was missing him.

Hearing your name cried out by your first - and likely only - love breaks the wall and you're over the edge again. Whimpering. Shaking. Tears staining your face.

When Ryan comes, just a few seconds after you, repeated 'I love you's spill out into your ears.

You're too shocked to say anything, letting him tire himself out before reacting.

It takes him a minute, but when he moves off of you, there's a desperate look in his face. And he's apologizing.

Trying to talk to him doesn't work, large hands sinking the mattress before getting up and searching for his pants.

You're panicking, smacking your lips and hurrying into the bathroom, turning on the shower. Asking him if he would like to, all you get is a head shake.

Under the hot water, your stomach turns, certain you'll come out of the bathroom to an empty room. Downstairs filled with people you're not interested in, that aren't him.

Unlocking the door, Ryan's sitting on the edge of the bed. The window's open again, chill shocking against your warm skin. You lean back on the sink, waiting.

"I never said it to anyone else."

It's funny how familiar the set up is. There's a shininess to his eyes, at the waterline, reminds you of you.

The towel in your hand draws your attention, like his shoes drew his that day.

"Every time I did, I took it back."

An incredulous smile tugs at his lips, meeting your shy one.

"Wow, that must have made you many friends."

At that, you laugh, loud and fully. A sob you had no idea was brewing breaks through your chest.

You play it off by continuing to fiddle with the loose threads of the white cottony towel.

"We need to do this."

It's a question, just as much as a statement.

You want to, but reality has to have a play in this. So, sceptical, you scoff.

"How long are you staying in West Chester?"

"A month."

Oh. Oh. You thought, because of how busy they are, they wouldn't be here for too long.

Ryan notices the crestfallen look on your face.

"How long are you…"

"I leave tomorrow."

Both of you swallow, speechless.

Like you thought, reality has to play its game.

"To be fair, I've been here a week already. You're the one who just got here. And I have all these meetings next week, it's a lot."

Ryan cuts you off. A wall you hadn't seen in a while is put up.

"Up to you."

With that, he finally leaves, unlocking your bedroom door and shutting it with no glace behind him.

[naturalbornlosers]

actually. i dont normally get this personal so i might delete this later but geez i need somewhere to put this or i'll go insane.

we lost my grandfather a year ago and Christmas has sucked ass this year. i'm overstimulated and exhausted. my family doesn't even try to connect with me. it's like i dont fucking exist anymore to them except as a problem-solver ("can you help me find xyz?") or a piece of furniture or someone to dictate later plans to or a fucking memory pad ("don't let me forget,") or a problem. we try to eat dinner together and i dont open my mouth a moment in the conversation bc there's no opening for me, there's no topic i can contribute to, no one even tries to include me, and the only time i'm spoken to is to tell me plans we're doing later. i wanna make something with my family and it gets brushed off. i wanna do something, it gets brushed off. i bought us a game to play and we're taking it down when we take my grandmother back home bc no one could be assed to remember to play it even though i made sure it appealed to all of our interests.

my mom made a joke about "oh we're just giving you money because we have no idea what you want haha!" and while yeah, i am grateful for the money, it fucking SUCKS that every time ive talked to her about my interests - about our shared interests and hobbies, too - it sounds like it's gone in one ear and right out the other!! i've shown her in person things i would like to eventually get in the future, all year. and it's like… none of it matters. no one tries. no one tries when it's me, but everyone else gets thoughtful things and i'm even still planning to get more things for my mom and my grandmother. no one tries to engage with my interests. my interests actually get made fun of here and there or outright dismissed ("i'm sure [person] doesn't wanna hear about xyz" is said often when im infodumping) and everything i like is trivial. everything i like is fodder to be mocked by my moms husband and just goes in one ear out the other with my mom and my grandmother has no idea what to do with my interests.

and, fuck, now my family doesnt believe i have endometriosis or pcos bc my ultrasound came back fine even though i explained to them repeatedly that it may not show up on an ultrasound. they dont want me to get a second opinion. they dont think its worth it, trying to find out why im in so much pain i miss class/life events and why im so sick and fatigued every month i cant leave the house sometimes. i just sit around like a decoration. i get teased for being on my phone. i get teased for not eating the same things everyone else does. and to top it all off, my moms husband vaguely threatened me tonight in front of everyone and no one did a fucking thing. no one even acknowledged that he just flat out went "dont do xyz, if you do xyz, there's gonna be a problem" in a very clear manner of 'you are going to be in deep shit'. which is fucking tiresome bc he tried to kick me out three separate times in 2020. once bc my bathroom wasn't tidy enough (just a bit cluttered, but i dont have much counter space, so naturally it was cluttered), once bc he wanted to turn my bedroom into storage and have me move into the attic spare room, and once bc "this is my castle and i am the king and if you don't like it you can leave". this was during a time i had no friends irl, no bank account, couldn't drive, no job, nobody around i could go to… he knew full well he could just toss me out and no one would say a fucking word.

i'm learning how to drive. and then i'll get a job. and then i'll move out. and then i'll put this shit behind me. but i fucking hate being in a room full of my family and feeling like none of them know me. that i'm entirely alone. that i don't fucking exist and everything i am is trivial and doesn't matter. if i make plans, there's a high chance they wont happen or will get changed last minute and then i get mocked for being upset about it like i'm a child who doesn't get how the world works. i'm twenty four. i'm young for sure, but fucking hell, i'm not six.

i just don't wanna be here. i'm gonna keep on keepin' on. but i want things to change for the better and i know they wont until i move out. i just don't believe i will actually, ever, leave this house. ughh. i'll survive but holy shit i'm gonna be screaming the entire time.

[alternativememories]

both sides...

i have a friend who has sucked for a while now. i've been thinking about writing about it for a minute but i've been putting it off like everything with our friendship lately...but part of who i want to be is someone that shows up, even when things fucking suck, and i can't waste any more time. i know what i've got to do and it's time to rip the band-aid off. our friendship is over and i've gotta be real about it.

i'm fucking sad, man. i see him as a younger brother. so much of how we see things and approach things is similar to one another. the ways that he has sucked for some time are really similar to how i struggled when i was younger. he had a breakup recently, which in the big picture i thought would actually end up being good for him. i think both he and his ex have stuff that they need to work on individually and that this would be a good opportunity for him to get himself squared away.

but the spiral continues. the last time i saw him we talked about where he was with things and where he's headed and it was mostly half-assed excuses. it's apparent that he's not showing up for himself, let alone anyone else for that matter. he smokes, which has kept him comfortable in the cycle of not showing up in any meaningful way, and he lacks accountability. he's living with his parents right now and it seems like they're enabling his behavior.

it's shitty. we lived together up until the end of october and to be honest it was toxic as fuck. it came down to money and cleaning. in moving in, we agreed to not have his now-ex on the lease to keep things simple in case they ended up not working out as a couple. however, when she ended up staying at the apartment more than A and i and we wanted her to pay toward the bills, it was an issue *eye roll*. initially, the conversation about contributing was shut down bc homie talked to other roommate and he supposedly said that he didn't care if she paid and that was the end of it...(we'll revisit this)

at one point during this conflict, there was a text about wanting to be friends after the lease would end...i've thought a lot about that since. it took me some time to figure out why i couldn't help but fixate on it, but with where we are now i think i know the answer. the statement operates through an inherent assumption that how things were handled was damaging to our friendship. to be honest, it was. the bills conflict was infuriating bc the argument against contributing was school loan payments being high; meanwhile in watching behavior they ate out all the time. and you know, everyone has bills. but not everyone takes advantage of their friends to pay theirs.

with the cleaning thing, it became clear that he was frustrated by the cleanliness of the apartment but never communicated what those expectations even were. eventually we landed on a chore-board. but this wasn't without its problems bc it just led to them not being accountable for their share of the chores; beyond that, there was noticeable passive-aggressiveness toward the other roommate who tbh idk if he ever even agreed to in the first place. weird to someone to a standard they never agreed to but maybe that's just me...

when he and his ex broke up he told me a very specific story of what led to the fracture. i want to say that i found the specificity odd but dismissed it bc i was excited to have my friend back. when they were dating he was very reclusive and we were barely friends anymore. truthfully, we moved here in a pandemic and while i have loads of coworkers, he's really been my only friend here...but a few weeks ago i found out that it looks like he's lied about those specifics of the story that he told me, knowing that it fundamentally changes the reaction. it's manipulative.

in thinking about it, i've really tried to explain away or excuse the poor behavior...but to be honest, it's inexcusable and with what he's lied about, there's no recourse here...there's no way to police the behavior, and with him lying about it, no way to trust anything he says that it's even stopped. now i'm wondering what else he's lied about to get what he wants. the first thing that comes to mind is the bills conversation. it's a fundamental breach of trust and i don't think our friendship can be repaired. it fucking sucks and this fucking sucks but it is what it is...because he sucks.

[jail-buddies-au]

I like how you randomly appeared on my fy, checked out your art,read some of your AU and was like "yes,a person of quality.Mhm." *cutely follows*.

You are now obliged to share more of this (/nm) because this Au will now be on my mind for at least a month

“A PERSON OF QUALITY” M CRYIIINGGG SJDJKSSJ THANKS

Im actually just a silly person that didn’t like the ending of their hyperfixation so i said “mm no pass me the pencil”

Haven’t been able to draw much but i do have some loose ideas and info

I find interesting that without the last time travel in canon absolutely EVERYTHING would’ve have gone downhill, like normally in the past time travels takemichi did there was always a good change, something good that happened, like kazutora’s survival in Valhalla vs Toman, that even if the future ended up worse, that change was still something valuable.

In Kanto vs Toman this gets completely erased, there’s literally no way out of a bad ending, three people died with absolutely no recompense, because the future staying exactly the same as bonten TL, Mikey being far away from everyone, but with three more dead people.

Takemichi dies and all turn into this in the matter of a week

That’s kind of what dragged me to think about this, am i being redundant??? Also i felt the necessity of exploring more Mikey’s mental health through the manga, which was heavenly implied and tried to give it a little of closure, which was something that i really wanted.

Now, there IS in fact a last time travel in this AU, but unlike canon, they don’t go back to the beginning beginning. Mikey travels back to this exact moment

I think that the time capsule moment was a very nice point to travel to, idk how to write a coherent paragraph so lemme just do it like this:

- Characters who’s death ate important to other characters development remain dead (shinichiro, baji, emma, izana) THAT ALTHOUGH IT HURTS ME SO MUCH, i didn’t like that everyone suddenly revived

- here is when Mikey starts to get actual fucking help LMAO, like while they were burying the time capsule, Mikey already knew what he was end of being, he literally planned a twelve-year-long su!cide at that moment. So i think that for the final TL to get a happy (as much as it can) ending is taking that plan back and actually start a healing journey with everything that has happened am i overthinking too much?

- ANYWAY, imma be fully transparent, i don’t know when exactly Mikey travels back, I know that he’s the time traveler because of michi giving him the power before dying, and Kazutora is the trigger. But idk if make him travel back the day Kazutora gets released from jail or before (still gonna keep him some good years behind bars tho)

NOW I CAN START WITH SILLY STUFF

- Theres a stray cat that lives in the prison called Arepa, all the prisoners know her

- Kazutora is REALLY well behaved in prison, and he has some privileges bc if that of course, Mikey thinks that’s a lie and that he actually sucked off some guard to have said benefits

-on the other side, Mikey is completely unstable, one day he can be rotting inside his sell not giving a fuck about anyone, and the other he can be fighting to death with another inmate

-he has been in solitary confinement more than once

- Kazutora receives letters from chifuyu every now and then, Mikey received a lot from Sanzu and even one from koko but he never answered, he wants to be forgotten just like in Bonten TL

-Chifuyu testified in Mikey’s trial, he also visited him once, that conversation is very well daydreamed in my head kakdjsksjjs

- There’s a good amount of mental health talk in this AU bc of course that Mikey and Kazutora in the same room was a great idea of me, so if you’re sensitive to that be careful 💙

-right now I’m drawing a little comic about Sanzu and Senju but i just have the sketch for now forgive my sins, and there’s actually a lot of panels and convos i have already like completely finished in my head, like when Mikey travels back? That’s COMPLETELY planned already jajdjsjsj im just slow

That’s all I think???? (It’s totally not but if I remember something ill post it or edit this)

Lemme know your thoughts before i consider myself cringe and delete all this text ISJDJDJSJJSJS