#e what you do and who you do either. throwing drinks at each other. making fun of our lovers. getting kicked out on the street. we were best

[rainingincale]

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[yuri-is-online]

A really stupid idea I had and I can't even decide where I want it to go 😩

Anyone of the first years heard from a guy in their club that their boyfriends bestfriends roommates cousins friend has a thing for Yuu and a bad reputation for using love potions, suddenly first year of your choice is taking his bodyguard duties for Yuu even more seriously than ever and watching them like a Hawk until one day Yuu seemingly receives a nice gift package from an "secret admirer" and the boys panic, snatching the treat from Yuu's hand and chowing down themselves because they're dumb and impulsive and in love.

What follows is either;

A. The "secret admirer" was actually Grim who wanted to do something nice for his Henchhuman by making them tuna filled muffins as thanks for their service and now not only did they inhale the worst cake ever, got a tantrum throwing Grim to appease.

B. There was a love potion in those cookies, but whoever laced them is actually kinda bad at potionology and they're "Puppy love" potions, cue our freshman acting like The Prince from Mirror Mirror (2012) when he had a puppy love potion. His reputation at school will never recover from this but its worth it because Yuu now looks at him like he's the sunrise itself for taking that bullet for him.

C. There was no love potion. No shady business. Just normal brownies and now a very upset Yuu. Even if they understood his concerns, do you think between their allowance and Grim's appetite they want to hear excuses for them stealing food from Yuu!? He promises he'll make it up to them just stop hitting him! 💦💦

D. There was no love potion.2 but man. These pretzels...really suck. The freshman almost feels bad for whoever sent them because if this was their pickup attempt then they lost before they even began. Wait, what? Yuu made these to send as a secret admirer to their crush!? Now he's got even more complicated feelings about this whole ordeal while Yuu sulks about how the guy they wanted to give these to just said they suck to their face.

E. There was no love potion.3 but Yuu doesn't have to know that. Now the Freshman is free to "pretend" all his flirting and affection is thanks to those croissants AND play the hero. Its full proof! Until Ortho runs a diagnostic to find a cure for him and reveals that there was no potion that is. Hey, he can always try and claim a placebo effect, right?💦

F. The love potion was actually an aphrodisiac and now Yuu has t[I AM BEATEN TO DEATH BY KING MICKEYS KEYBLADE]

So the problem with this ask is that I really love all of these options and they could all work for a small fic for each of the options. That being said, there are specific ones that suit certain first years more than others.

A. The Great Grim's Perfect Surprise- Ace

Floyd is the one who gives Ace the heads up that someone with a bad reputation was interested in Yuu. And hey that was technically true! It's just that Floyd also over heard Grim bragging about the cupcakes he made and had a brilliant idea.

It's the worst possible case scenario for Ace, the cake tasted horrible, Grim is throwing a tantrum, Floyd is there and he brought Jamil to laugh at him too. This fucking sucks he hates his life man. Well until you shoo everyone out and shush Grim with some praise before turning your focus to him.

You're so concerned about him it makes his heart hurt. You get him something to drink and fuss over him for the rest of the day in a way that makes him fall in love with you all over again. Those half hearted scolds about there being better ways to get rid of poison don't land at all, doesn't matter how he does it he'll keep you safe and that's a promise.

B. Puppy Love Potion- Jack

The captain of the track team tells Jack and Deuce together, he knows the two of them are your friends and that they'll make sure you stay safe. Unfortunately he's not fully aware of how... delusional Jack is about how not into you he is.

The puppy love potion has him acting like even more of a puppy than usual. His tail won't stop wagging and he is actually smiling at you, thank the seven he's so willing to listen to what you have to say so you can keep him in Ramshackle until the potion wears off. He manages to reclaim his reputation just fine, Jack's a scary fucking guy when he tries to be and you'd have to be really stupid to mess with him when he's in a mood.

... not that you can really tell the difference between puppy love Jack and normal Jack when the Ramshackle Prefect insists on looking at him like that. He must really hate his tail.

C. How Dare You Eat my Food- Deuce

Same as before: captain gives the heads up, Jack and Deuce are really concerned, and Deuce decides to do something about it because he's in love and doesn't want to see you get hurt.

He doesn't realize there was nothing wrong with them until you point it out and he's beyond heartbroken. Please you have to understand he didn't mean it! Sure those brownies were really good and yeah maybe he should have realized that they were normal about half way through the pan but- he's so sorry! He's not above getting on his knees to beg for forgiveness and especially not from you.

There is a rule in Heartslabyul about returning things after you take them, so as soon as Deuce learns he took your food he's already planning on replacing it. Maybe you would let him borrow your kitchen? He won't let you help since he's fixing his own mistake but he doesn't see why you can't hang out. You'll get fresh brownies out of it and he gets to look cool Task failed successfully?

D. This is... Adequate I Suppose- Sebek

Only someone with an actual death wish would come up with this sort of plan in Riddle's presence. He's screaming, the paddock is on fire, and no one is really stopping him because hey idiot deserves it and also has anyone seen where Sebek went? Would have thought he'd have something to say too given that whole "crush he has on the prefect thing"

Well that's because he's too busy eating your pretzels with a trademark look of disgust as he tells you about what happened at Equestrian club today. These suck, he has such high standards for what you are worthy of and if it weren't for the potential danger posed to you he never would have-

Your wry disappointment silences him immediately, his look of concern and shock is really cute so it sort of makes up for how much his words hurt. He's aghast, you have someone you... admire? Someone you are too shy to confess to? And you made them something with your own two hands, he actually wants to cry he's so embarrassed, jealous, and in love all at the same time.

"You shouldn't have to do this. You- You are the one who deserves to be pursed. But if it is something you wish to do-" He draws himself up into a proper knight's stance, stiff as board and deeply determined to be seen as reliable. Safe. A... friend if you will allow it and something more if he could be so blessed. "-then we shall begin training immediately! Back to the kitchen, human!"

E. Placebo Effect- Epel

Only someone with an actual death wish would come up with this plan pt. 2 except Leona is a lot more reasonable than Riddle with how he handles it. He tells Epel to go check on Yuu while he goes to dump the guy on Crewel. That way he doesn't have to be the one to fill out all of the annoying disciplinary paperwork.

So he knows by the time he shows up at Ramshackle that there really is no threat to your safety but still... this sort of opportunity is just too good to pass up. And he's such a good actor too, if this wouldn't get him in trouble with Vil he'd rub it in his dorm leader's face.

See Vil! He doesn't need no fancy manners or etiquette, Yuu's flushed and charmed by his old fashioned gentlemanly behavior. He's holding doors, pulling out your chair, giving you all of the compliments he thinks about but never says for fear of looking uncool. He even gets to bake apple pie with you until Ortho calls his bluff. Sure, he should have some shame, but this is Epel we're talking about. He claims the placebo effect and pretends to be super embarrassed while gauging your reaction for any trace of disappointment.

If he's satisfied with how sad you are he just might make it up to you with a real date~

Like I was saying all of these prompts could really work for any of them and- huh could have sworn there was a sixth one. Weird anyway thanks for the ask!

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..... ok so now that the coast is clear:

First thing's first, they're all mad as hell that someone tried to drug you with an aphrodisiac. That's so beyond disgusting, who does this guy think he is?

Ace's focus is entirely on you. He doesn't outright admit what's wrong, he actively teases you for being into him when you express concern as if it doesn't send a painful pang of arousal through him when you don't deny it. You have to make a move, he'll ask for it half serious half joke, but he wants you to do this because you want him and not as some sort of favor please don't say it like that- He starts taking shots at the other guy when he regains enough of his ego to flip you on your back and start taking the lead. Really, how stupid was that guy to think he had a chance when you only have eyes for him, prefect? Now don't you dare try to hide your cute expressions from him, he's been looking forward to this.

Jack is convinced he can just lock himself in his room and endure. He tries thinking of it as a training exercise, sure he might have had some... similar feelings before. Similar thoughts, painful dreams that felt real until he woke up alone, drenched in sweat, painfully unfulfilled and deeply embarrassed. But nothing can compare to the real you, he's almost angry that he ever thought that at all now that you're underneath him. He's so lucky that you're his mate, that he can bite into your neck and thrust into your body and have you accept him even as he locks you together in a sticky mess of sweat and slick. He's beyond embarrassed when he wakes up still balls deep with your fingers running through his matted hair. This would be the worst if he didn't have a cute, very human, bite of his own on his neck.

Deuce's anger is made so much worse by him being horny. The other guy is terrified, everyone around him is terrified Deuce is aware he's gone full delinquent and he can't seem to stop. By the time you find him his knuckles are bruised, he's sweaty, with rumpled clothes, and taking great heaving breaths unable to deny the effects he's feeling and asking you to forgive him. Deuce has an idea of what he wanted your first time to be like. He wanted to take you out on a real date, he wanted to be honorable with you. He didn't expect you to be the one to push him back against the shower stall and take him just as quick and dirty as he feels. You're so beautiful, he's so powerless in the face of your naked desire and very eager to please. Just tell him what you want him to do; he's all yours.

Sebek can't lie about how he feels to save his life. All of NRC knows he's horny because he's screaming about how not horny he is right now and how much he doesn't think your flesh looks super supple, bitable even seven he just wants to- Lilia doesn't let him ignore those feelings after confirming you aren't the slightest bit uncomfortable being the center of Sebek's attention. He's shy, in denial. He is proud of his honorable intent and self control. But he is in love with you and with that love comes a deep, fathomless desire edged with obsessive devotion that all fae pride themselves in. He needs your guidance, he's unused to this. That obsessive attention hangs on your every gasp and moan, when he finds a noise he likes he hammers at the source again and again until you reward him with the most wonderful noise of all. When the potion has worked its way through his system the hunger still remains; his appetite is voracious. A potion is nothing compared to his own desires, hopefully this little accident left you prepared.

Epel's anger is also made so much worse by being horny. But Leona already dealt with the scumbag so it's not like he can work out his aggression on the creep... so won't you let him take it out on you? He's completely serious, the drug has gone straight to his dick and he's not interested in pretending like he doesn't want you prefect. No taking care of it himself won't work, no don't be shy it really can't be anyone else. You want a real man? Well he's right here and he wants you something fierce. Epel wouldn't be this confident if he didn't have so much adrenaline running through him, but he can't bring himself to be embarrassed when he comes to his senses and sees you bent over your desk and much more out of breath than him. He's going to be riding this high for the rest of the year, and he's going to make sure you feel it for just as long too.

[athenamikaelson]

Complaints and Harriet Styles Pt. 2

Klaus Mikaelson x reader

Warnings- strong language, innuendos, mentions of blood and death.

Word count- 2.5k 

 “Would it make me a bad person if I said he was hot?’ I asked Caroline as I sat in front of her vanity mirror as she curled my hair.  

“Y/n,” Caroline frowned at me as she looked at me through the mirror, “he either killed or is trying to kill our friends. He’s a bad guy, so don’t even think about it.” 

“I’m not saying I want to bang the guy or anything,” As I say that the the thought crosses my mind and it’s clear Caroline knows that as well as her frown deepens, “Care don’t get your Barbie hair in a twist. Even though his accent is dreamy and his blue eyes make my knees shake. I’m not going to try anything, obviously.” I say mockingly as Caroline watches me as if she’s somehow aged 100 years since our conversation began. Which you know isn’t possible because she’s literally immortal. 

“Sometimes I don’t know what to do with you. You’re either arguing with someone or hitting on them. Or even both!” She says as she throws her hands up in emphasis, the curler unplugging itself during her action. 

We both sit there in silence for a moment looking at the curler’s wire. I look up at her with a sly smile, “Does this mean we’re finally done? My ass hurts from sitting here and being your personal doll.” Caroline puts her hand on her hip with a displeased look on her face. 

“I haven’t finished curling the other half of your head, so turn around and shut it. And didn’t you just say I was the Barbie doll?” She says matter-of-factly as she replugs in the curler and waits for it to heat back up. 

“Ok well you are a Barbie doll, I’m more like that doll that Angelica had in Rugrats, y’know the one with fucked up hair and looks like she just got thrown into a blender.” I laugh at my own joke as Caroline rolls her eyes, a smile trying to make its way onto her face. 

I glance at my dark eyeshadow that makes my y/e/c eyes bright. 

“Why do I even have to go to this stupid dance, our school has like 14 a year. How does our town even have the budget for that? And why do we have to do weird decade dances?” 

“Y/N you’re going to homecoming, end of story. It’s our senior year. This past year has been so crazy that we deserve a little normalcy.” She says as she finishes my last section of hair. 

“Normalcy? You do realize that every dance we’ve had since last year has ended with someone dead or impaled right? It isn’t a Mystic Falls high school dance if it doesn’t end in blood!” Caroline just watches me in annoyance as she sprays my hair with hairspray, “accidentally” spraying some into my face.

“Bitch!” I cough out.

“Go get dressed!” She uses her strength to lift me up and push me over to her closet where my y/f/c dress is hanging.

I look over my shoulder, “I hate you.” 

Caroline smiles, “Love you too brat.”

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I listen to the live band as I sip on the disgusting drink in my hand. Caroline who was supposed to chaperone tonight left me to go yell at Tyler for his wolfy crush or whatever on Klaus. I’m seriously debating on just walking myself home, since Caroline was my ride, as I watch on in disgust as teenagers grind against each other to the fast song the band is playing in the backyard of Tyler’s house. Somehow Tyler was able to put together a huge party since the gym was flooded last minute. Caroline didn’t seem suspicious but I on the other hand always think the worst is going to happen at any time, and with my friend group's history with dances I wouldn’t be surprised if something was going to go down tonight. I'm about to grab my bag and leave before shit goes down when I hear a British accent come from behind me. 

“Welcome everyone tonight,” I turn around, and low and behold that British fuck from Senior prank night is standing up on the stage in front of all of us, yapping about something. 

“This is a long time coming,” He says as he watches someone from the crowd with a smirk on his face. I follow his eye line to see Stefan staring back at him. Yikes. I look back to the Brit but find his eyes staring in my direction. I don’t think he’s looking at me until I send a look of disgust at him which makes the smirk on his face deepen. Fuck me. Wait. No. I quickly turn around and start to make my way to the edge of the party hoping to make my escape before I get sucked into whatever bullshit the Scooby gang is going to try to drag me into. I smile to myself as I’m about to be successful in my escape as my vision is blocked by something. Said something bumps me backwards throwing me off balance and I wait to hit the ground as I start falling, but nothing comes. I look up to see Klaus grabbing ahold of the top of my arm, keeping me from falling down.  

“What a fucking cliche,” I say to myself angrily. Klaus looks at me inquisitively. 

“What’s a cliche?” He asks me with that stupidly hot accent as I rip my arm away from his hold and put another foot's distance between us.

“You catching me,” I tell him but he only looks confused, “Y’know in romcoms when the girl trips and falls but doesn’t actually fall because the random hot main guy catches her. It’s a big fucking cliche.” I say huffing as Klaus watches me with that stupid fucking smirk on his face.

“And I’m the main hot guy?” He asks, clearly trying to get me to go along with his current ego trip.

“No, you’re not. Ryan Gosling is the hot main guy or Paul Rudd,” I let out a satisfactory sigh at Paul Rudd, “You’re more of the evil boos villain in video games.” 

“And what’s so wrong with being the villain?” He asks me as he takes a step towards me. 

I look at him with what I can only guess looks like a “are you fucking kidding me” look. 

“Literally everything. That’s literally the whole point of being the villain.” I put my hand out stopping him from stepping closer. Klaus watches me closely for a second too long. His gaze makes me quite uncomfortable because I can’t tell if he wants to kill me for speaking to him like I just did or applaud me for having the balls to. God, sometimes I just need to learn to shut the fuck up. 

“Dance with me.” He states as he puts his hand out waiting for me to give him my hand in return. My gaze goes from his face to his hand multiple times before I shake my head in annoyance. 

“No way dude,” I say as I start to book it back towards the house away from him. I don’t get far though because he’s in front of me again with a determined look on his stupidly hot face. God why does it always have to be the bad guys that are hot? 

“Either you dance with me, or I start killing your friends off one by one. I wonder where that blond friend of yours is, Tyler’s little girlfriend.” He says with a dark glint in his eyes. 

“Why?” I try to hold my ground even though I’m pretty sure I’m about to start pissing myself any second now. 

“Why what?” he asks me as he watches me.

“Why do you want to dance with me? Theirs like 200 other girls here that I’m sure would just jump at the chance to dance with some British guy.”

Klaus just shrugs his shoulder as if he himself doesn’t even have an answer to the question. 

“Because none of them have had the displeasure of catching my eye.” 

“And let me guess, I have?” I ask him. He doesn’t give me an answer though, only reaches out his hand once again waiting for me to take it. Annoyed I slap my hand in his and drag him to the dance floor. Once I push us into the middle of a big group, I turn to him.

“Don’t be pissy if I step on your toes.” Klaus just lets out a huff of a laugh as he drags my body closer to him so my chest is touching his. A shudder goes through my body at the contact and I mentally curse myself for the reaction. Fuck he smells good. Jesus Y/N get a grip, he’s just a guy. A thousand-year-old hot guy, but still just a guy. I look up to find Klaus already staring at me, with a knowing smirk on his face. I just roll my eyes as I try to play it off cool as he sways me to the now slow song.

“So tell me, how did you become friends with my doppelganger and her little group of followers?” A weird feeling of sadness flows through me at his question as I realize he only asked me to dance for information on my friends. 

“We grew up together. Small town like this everyone knows each other, sadly.” I say looking off to the distance and watching the other couples converse lovingly with one another. 

“Why sadly?” He asks me, and for a second I could’ve sworn I heard actual curiosity. I glance back at him and shrug. 

“I just hate this town. I never liked people knowing my business, and everyone here is so complacent with their normal lives. They never question anything or want to know more about anything other than what happens in our weird ass town.” I blush as I realize I just rambled on to a complete psycho about my feelings. But, the look on Klaus’s face isn’t one of annoyance or humor like the other people I’ve vented to usually have on their faces. His face turns from contemplation to understanding. 

“I know what you mean,” He says as he expertly twirls me around, “when I was a boy I grew up in a small village where the wasn’t much chance for prospering. I loved the arts and knew I would never be able to do anything with it. It made me angry. So I can understand your resentment.” He tells me and for a second I forget that he’s the blood-thirsty monster ruining my friend’s lives. 

“You like art?” He looks down at me with a soft smile as if the subject brings out a different side of him. 

“I’ve loved it for over a thousand years. The way emotions can be shown through a canvas and bring out emotion so foreign is unlike anything else I found over a millennium of living,” His eyes trail down to mine, “What do you think?” 

I nod softly in agreement, “I love art. Not really painting because I’m kind of shit at it, but sketching and just looking at art. Although I’m not a fan of this new-age art where someone can splash a canvas with a line of color and sell it for a million dollars. I like art that means something to someone. Art that when you look at it you can feel the emotions that the artist was feeling, every move of the brush stroke made with heart and emotion.” Klaus nods along to my rambling again with a soft look on his face. A look that I can’t quite decipher since it’s on the face of one of the scariest men in the world. 

As the song comes to an end I reluctantly let go of Klaus’s hands. He stares at me for a moment and I think he’s just going to turn around and walk off realizing he didn’t get the information he wanted but then a small laugh escapes his lips and he shakes his head. I watch on in slight confusion wondering if he’s having some kind of stroke or something. 

“You’re not like them you know,” he must notice my confusion because he continues, “like your friends. You’re nothing like them.” I pang of hurt pierces my chest as I turn away and start to walk off, “Well screw you too.” 

“I didn’t mean that as an insult,” He says hastily as he grabs my arm turning me back towards him, “You’re friends they’re small-minded. They think of only themselves and not the world around them, or how amazing it can be.” I go to interrupt him and tell him not to insult my friends but he cuts me off. 

“You need something bigger than this little town. Something that brings you life. When I originally saw you that night in the gym I thought you were just going to be like the rest of them. But you surprised me Y/n, and not many people can say that.” 

I just stare at him in amazement for what seems like forever as I try to piece together everything he just told me. In my stupor though a woman approaches Klaus and whispers something to him which makes his originally light demeanor change to something dark. The woman walks away as Klaus looks at me once more.

“Whenever you decide you want to be a part of something bigger, see something other than this little town I’d be happy to show you. All you need to do is ask.” He tells me as he grabs my hand and places a chaste kiss upon it. I still can't get the balls to say anything as he gives me one last glance before he follows behind the woman. 

What the actual fuck.

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I walked up to my front porch after getting dropped off by Matt because I guess Tyler drugged Caroline with vervain to save her from a pack of mind-controlled hybrids so that’s why she couldn’t bring me home. Sometimes I really hate my friend group. Why can’t for once we deal with normal people's problems like pop quizzes or acne? Like why does not one person in that entire group have a pimple on their skin? That’s the most supernatural thing going on here.

I’m about to open my front door when a small envelope catches my eye at the bottom of my feet. I look over my shoulder and only see Matt as he waits for me to enter my house. I wave to him with the envelope in hand and walk inside my house. I hastily open the envelope and pull out a piece of thick canvas paper. The paper is covered with a beautiful sketch of what appears to be an open field covered in flowers with grazing horses in the distance. Being so engrossed in the sketch I didn't notice the small note on the back. 

“There’s a whole world out there just waiting for you to experience, love. When you’re ready to experience it, I’ll be waiting.” – Klaus

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[the-dumpster-fire-of-life]

hi! how are ya? I just drop in your blog and I just sooo in love! I was wondering if you could write hcs of dating Gwen stacy from spiderverse? thanks a lot!!!

(sure I can! I must warn you though this turned into a fic.)

Dating Gwen Stacy

You guys met in her dimension

You guys had to be good friends before you guys even considered dating

It's either a slow burn, or a love at first sight she tried to avoid

I don't even think she knew it was love at first, she saw you, felt something and tried to stay away from it

But then she couldn't, and you guys took time to be one good friends

When she first noticed she had feelings for you it was awkward as hell

She didn't know what to do about them at all

Was staring at you as you talked, and tried to play it off laughing awkwardly when you caught her

But most of all she just wanted to be around you

Makes time the best she can even if it's for a little bit

When you guys did get together, it was hella awkward at first

She still didn't know what to do

It was a very slow process she needed to get comfortable with

But it was the absolute best when you guys got the hang of it

Cheek kisses, hand holding, regular kisses

I feel like she loves hugs from behind, especially surprise hugs because she instantly knows it's you

Doesn't matter who's hugging who from behind, she loves either way

She leaves a lot of clothes at your place

Because she is constantly doing quick changes she leaves clothes everywhere

You found out she was Spider-Woman

She did not want to tell you at all, especially because so many people thought she murdered Peter

So when you found out she was terrified, was about to leave as quickly as she could

She is the one to run away before she can get hurt, or leave before the chance to be hurt even comes around

You stopped her though, and she is forever grateful you did when you did

Cause she didn't know if she was even gonna come back

Sneaks into your bed after a fight as Spider-Woman

Or if something happened with her dad

She didn't talk, she just wanted to be by you in bed

She got so close to you every time because she wanted to know you would still be there when she went to sleep and woke up

There were very rare times she cried

But when she did, you were always there to hold her or comfort her or just be there while she cried it out

She secretly loved that

You guys are very much so teen love

You guys sneak out to see each other, run around the city, have no idea what you guys are doing most of the time but just glad to be together

Hiding out in abandoned places or on the rooftops of buildings are your dates

Or sometimes you guys will go to a cafe, but she likes small and little dates

A little hopeless romantic I'm not gonna lie

She can sit between your legs and have you play with her hair for solid hours

She remembers very small details about you

Like if you pick at your hands or nails, will hold your hands to help you out with that habit

You like some drink or some specific food?

She gets it for you everytime

Favorite color, animal, how you create to certain things, how you like your stuff arranged, she remembered every small detail

She is a very teasing partner

Doesn't outright say I love you even if she wanted to

It took a long time to say she did

Let's you steal her clothes while she steals yours

Your closets are just combined at this point

Will sit and let you mess around with her hair, she's just glad to stare at you with a smile when you do

Likes watching movies on the couch with you all the time

Movie marathons with just her head on your lap, laying down and you both throwing commentary at the screen

Kiss her forehead or her lips while her head is in your lap

Trust me. Do it.

Can talk about absolutely anything and everything with you

But the most important moments in your relationship are the quiet ones

Like when she shows up at your door, just standing there

Don't say anything and just take her in

Those are stuff that mean the most to her

You guys goof off constantly

Doing each other's homework in subjects one sucks in but the other is great in

You guys cannot take anything seriously

You were her absolute embodiment of her own vision of her own true love

She didn't think you would come along when she was going through tough times, but she's glad you did

She would've stayed with you forever

Would've

She had to leave you behind in her universe, she didn't want to, but with her dad, she did

She didn't see you for a long time, and your last goodbye wasn't meant to be a goodbye

She was in the Spider Society, and she refused to go back

One, because of her dad

And two, because she couldn't face you after leaving you behind with no warning for months

Until more shit went down with Miles, and Miguel sent her home

She had to face her dad, and she had to face you

You thought your eyes were failing you, dtsnding in your doorway.

You wanted to believe, you wanted to. You hoped for months this would happen, but once it did you couldn't move.

Gwen, your Gwen, stood in your room.

The Gwen you spent so long loving, comforting and holding when she and you both needed it.

The Gwen that left without a trace, with a goodbye that wasn't meant to be goodbye.

So you could only stare at her, watching her anxious face as you stared with a blank face, her eyes scanning you over in all the differences and similarities since she had left.

"I know. I know- it's bad." Gwen stumbled over her words, walking forward a step as she held her hands out.

"But- (Name)." Gwen tried once again, more panicked at your silence than your yelling or your words.

Gwen panicked even more as you finally moved, letting go of the door handle to walk closer to her.

"Look! I know you hate me, I would too!" Gwen kept talking, refusing to walk backwards as you got closer and closer.

"But I didn't mean to leave, honest!" Gwen stated, words faster and faster as you now stood right in front of her.

"Oh, come on! Say something!" Gwen exclaimed, your silence scaring her as you merely stared.

You stared right at her, never looking away as her face begged for you to say anything.

You merely sighed, a more angry and relieved one, quickly pulling Gwen into a hug, much to her shock, holding onto her like you would lose her.

Gwen froze, her arms frozen at her sides, hesitant to do anything as she felt your head in her neck, no sound but your breathing and no movement but the rising of your chest.

Gwen slowly, but surely wrapped her arms around your back, her own eyes filled with fear and somewhat comfort as she finally could hold and be held by you again.

"I thought you were dead." You finally spoke up, your words muffled by Gwen's shoulder.

"And I thought you would hate me." Gwen quipped back, holding the back of your head and her arm around your waist as she reveled in your touch.

"I do." You stared, both scaring Gwen and relieving her, knowing she deserved it, just confusing her too.

"Then why-" Gwen tried, confused as her words failed her, you pulled back from her hold slightly, able to look at her with more than a blank face.

"...I'm more happy you came back. I'll yell at you later." You stated, your eyes washing over her face, hesitantly reaching up a hand to hold her cheek.

You moved slow, Gwen noticed. Almost afraid and hesitant to touch her, like she was glass or that she would be gone when you did.

Gwen slowly nodded, sniffling herself as she couldn't help but give a small smile, her hand coming up to hold your wrist.

A lot of shit happened, Gwen knew that. And she didn't deserve to come back to you like nothing happened.

But Gwen needed you, she knew that.

And maybe, she would be selfish once.

Because she was back with you.

And Gwen missed you.

[ilovecupcakesandtea]

Happy New Year sweetheart.

I wrote this today from start to finish, I'm proud of it.

wc: 2587 rated e | 18+, minors dni cw: semi-public blowjobs, under negotiated everything really, but it is fully consensual tags: friends to lovers, Eddie Munson, Steve Harrington, dirty talk, light dom/sub

The party was already in full swing before Eddie walked into the Hideout ready to play a set with Corroded Coffin later on. Making his way through the bar and pushing through all of the bodies already in there Eddie walked up to the rest of the people he was going to be spending the rest of the evening with he couldn't help but pause for a second. Since almost dying in the upside down and being carried out of hell on the shoulders of one Steve Harrington, his worlds had collided. The band and the party were becoming firm friends having bonded over Eddie's bedside firstly. They regularly spent evenings together and Steve and Robin both joined for band practice most weeks and came to almost every gig at the hideout they played. 

"Hey," Eddie shouted over the music when he got to the others. 

"Ed's!" Steve shouted back throwing himself at Eddie so hard that Eddie had to catch himself from falling backwards.

"Good to see you too Stevie" Eddie said, well more shouted, into Steve's ear. 

This was another change since spring break. Him and Steve had become closer, spending many of a late night sat out on the edge of the forest talking until it became too late to stay out and  then staying at either Steve's or Eddie's house. Sharing a bed regardless of where they slept, waking up with tangled limbs and neither being quick about untangling and moving out of the bed often spending time lying there chatting. These kinds of evenings, and mornings started to happen more frequently as the months went on. It went unspoken, the morning turned into the afternoon and they both went their separate ways, each time. This was new though, physical affection in public, they didn't even hug in front of the party or the band normally.  

The next hour or so was spent drinking, dancing and mingling with everyone there before the band got ready to do their set. Eddie changed into a pair of tight leather trousers that, as Gareth said, showed everyone what he was blessed with, new boots with chains on and a see through vest complete with chest harness over the top. A spritz of hairspray and a scrunch of his curls later and he felt great. 

"okay so the last band of the evening is a band that's being playing here a while, they're off on tour next year so make sure you get tickets for that. Anyway, give it up for Corroded Coffin!" Benny introduced them at just turned 11:15pm. 

They walked onto the stage with hollers, whistles and general noise. 

For half an hour they played covers with their own spin on them, getting the crowd ready for ball to drop at midnight. Eddie felt on fire, untouchable, in his element. Being up there on stage is where he was meant to be. Strutting around with his sweetheart and practically making out with the mic is how Jeff described it was what he was good at. 

They got off stage at 11:50, sweaty and breathless but full of adrenaline. They had barely made it off stage before Robin was running at them and shouting about how good they were. 

"You killed it" She screamed at them, "Didn't they Steve?" She shouted at Steve who was stood a little behind here and looking very flushed, mouth slightly parted and a glazed look on his face. 

"Yeah, yeah, so hot," Steve replied "I mean good, so good" 

Gareth looked at Eddie and smirked. He had long known about Eddie's little crush on the former jock turned babysitter/hero of the hour and strongly suspected that the crush was reciprocated. Maybe he wasn't far off being right but Eddie couldn't get his hopes up. 

"I'm going to get changed quickly." Eddie shouted to everyone before walking off. He still had a couple of minutes before midnight and he wanted to at least change his top. No one would want to kiss him whilst his top was still sticking to him. 

Closing the door to the little room they had stored their things in Eddie quickly stripped himself of his top and was about to pull on is other one when the door opened. 

"I'll be out in a second, let me freshen up with a couple baby wipes and some spray and i'll be out." Eddie shouted over the music with his back still to the door. 

"I kind of want you to stay here for a little longer." A voice came from behind him. 

"Hey bigboy, what did you come back here for?" Eddie questioned, turning round. 

"You" Steve replied simply, locking the door and stepping away. 

"Well I'm here, what did you want with me?" Eddie asked, raising an eyebrow as Steve got closer to him. This couldn't actually be happening could it? He hadn't drank enough to be this drunk and he hadn't taken anything tonight having given all of that up because of the meds he was on for permanent damage left from almost dying.

"Oh, that's a very long list, but there's something at the top I think we should do first though" Steve said simply continuing to get closer and closer to Eddie.  

"oh, pray tell, what's that?" Eddie asked as his hands almost automatically gripped Steve's hips when they were in touching distance.  

"You looked so hot on stage, so fucking hot. Wanted to rip that girl's hand out of yours when you held it. Wanted to be the only one you were paying attention to whilst you were on that stage. You're mine" Steve whispered against Eddie's lips. "Please tell me I haven't read these last few months wrong" he almost pleaded. 

"Fuck, no, you didn't" Eddie replied before lips met his in a searing kiss. 

Steve pushed Eddie backwards until his calves hit the cheap couch that was placed against the back wall and Eddie had to sit down. He pulled Steve down with him and they continued to make up heavily grinding against each other, moans spilling from both of their mouths. Eddie felt like he was on fire all over. Everywhere that Steve was touching him felt that his nerves were sparking. It felt incredible. Steve's grind down to Eddie's grind up. Their tongues explored the others greedily and hands roamed all over trying to move clothes out of the way frantically to get their hands on the other ones skin. 

"I need to show you how hot you were on that stage, if that's okay" Steve asked, sounding breathless and unsure but looking hungry to do what he wanted. 

"Lets take a second, how drunk are you?" Eddie questioned, holding Steve still be the hips and looking all over Steve's face to try and gauge for himself.

"Sober, I've been drinking coke all night" Steve replied "but its so fucking cute that you checked." he giggled.

"I just needed to know sweetheart" Eddie smiled before kissing him again eagerly, pulling Steve closer and looping his thumps into Steve's belt loops to keep him still whilst they were grinding against each other hungrily. 

"As much as I would like to continue to grind against you until we both cum in our pants like teenagers I really have wanted to suck your dick since you stepped onto that stage." Steve panted as he squirmed off Eddie's lap and dropped to the floor. The metal head parted his knees and the younger man crawled forward just a little. 

"Need these off" Steve said nuzzling against the zipper on Eddies pants. 

"That far gone already baby, can't even work a zipper, that much of a slut for me hmm?" Eddie asked as he gripped Steve's chin moving his head back slightly and forcing Steve to look up at him. "This okay sweetheart?" 

"Use your words for me please, I need verbal consent or we take it back a step" Eddie said firmly. 

"Yeah, yeah its fine" Steve responded sounding a little drunk.

"Good boy" Eddie said kissing Steve lightly on the lips before letting his chin go and reclining backwards on the couch. "Go on then sweetheart, you wanted to suck my dick so badly you've gone stupid over it so go on, suck it." 

Steve reached for Eddie pants and pulled the zipper down,  freeing Eddie cock a little from its confines.

"There you go baby, all yours" Eddie said as he lifted up a little enabling him to pull his pants down fully. 

Steve wrapped his hand around Eddie's dick and started to stroke him slowly, too slowly, as he peppered kisses along the underside of the shaft and then down to Eddie's balls. He took one of them into his mouth and sucked lightly. Steve's hand tightened a little and his hand sped up as he moved to take the head of Eddie's cock into his mouth and suck at it, running his tongue all around it. With each suck Steve took more of Eddie dick into his mouth until he had to take his hand away, Placing his hands flat on Eddie's thighs Steve continued to take more and more of Eddie's cock into his mouth and down his throat. 

"Fuck, such a good boy for me. What a perfect cock sucker you are. Taking me so good baby" Eddie moaned. He was sure his brain was currently being sucked out of his dick. 

"Making me feel so good baby, so fucking good. If I'd known you were this good I'd have had that slutty mouth of yours around my cock months ago" Eddie babbled causing Steve to moan around him. 

"I'm getting close sweetheart you're that good." Eddie praised the boy on his knees in front of him. 

Steve hummed around the other man and looked up at him, Eddie looked down and was greeted with a sight that almost made him cum there and then. Steve with his lips stretched tight around Eddie's cock pupils so blown he couldn't see the brown of them and tears threatening to spill over the waterline. 

"Baby, god, you look perfect. So beautiful on your knees for me. Can I cum on that pretty face of yours?" Eddie asked knowing he was getting close. 

"Please" Steve panted pulling back and wrapping his hand back around Eddie jerking him off at a slower speed again, edging him just a little. 

"You really are perfect Stevie, my perfect boy" Eddie whispered the best he could against the noise of the bar. 

"Yours" Steve preened. 

Eddie took himself back in hand and jerked himself off quickly. He was so close, just a few seconds in his own hand and he was cumming. Ropes of white painted Steve's chin and cheek before Steve opened his mouth and took most of the cum in his mouth, showing Eddie before swallowing and then showing him his clean tongue. 

"Fuck, get up here baby boy, your turn." Eddie panted tucking himself back into his pants. 

"Errmm, that wont be needed" Steve blushed, standing up and  pointing down at the wet spot on his own pants. 

"Fuck, did you really cum from sucking my cock?" Eddie asked, pulling Steve down onto his lap again. "Such a slut" 

"Only for you, sir" Steve murmured. 

"Lets get this pretty face of yours cleaned up and get you into some clean pants and we can head over there." Eddie suggested giving Steve's hips a squeeze indicating that they needed to move. 

20 minutes, a bottle of water, some light kissing, some wet wipes and squeezing Steve into Eddie's skinny pants they went to rejoin the party in the bar. 

"Happy New Year I guess" Steve laughed kissing Eddie as they stepped out into the hallway. 

"A very Happy New Year sweetheart" Eddie replied kissing him again before they went to find everyone. 

"Thank fuck for that!" Robin shouted as she pushed her way through the crowd. "I was getting worried but I did not want to walk into that room, you dirty fuckers" she cackled. 

"Nice hickey" Jonathan pointed out later on in the evening "Harrington got one to match or am I going to have to help drag him away from whoever gave it to you when he finds them?" he asked laughing. 

"Nah, it's okay" Eddie laughed looking around to see if he could see the other brunette.

A little while and a lot of searching later Eddie found Steve with Robin in a corner talking very animatedly. 

"Not interrupting am i?" Eddie asked loudly as he wandered up to Steve and Robin. 

"Not at all," Robin answered as Steve moved to be closer to him. "Look, I think we should get this over with quickly. I don't care how magical your dick is, hurt this cherub" She said grabbing at Steve's cheek, "and I will rip it off. Please note that as a lesbian the idea of touching your dick fills me with nausea but I love my dingus enough to do that for him if needed okay!" Robin ended her little speech by poking his chest.

"I got it Buck, I got it. Not going to hurt him in any way that he doesn't want me too" Eddie winked at Steve who blushed beautifully. 

"Eww!! Please, not with me around." Robin gagged loudly and walked off.

"I know we need to sit down and talk about some things in the next few days but I really just want to dance with you tonight and then take you home." Steve shouted at Eddie. 

"Sounds like the second best idea you've had all evening sugar" Eddie teased. 

"Fuck the dancing, lets head home now." Steve breathed, kissing up Eddie's neck and running his hands under his top. 

"Yeah, Yeah. Let's go baby boy." Eddie loudly whispered to him grabbing his hand and walking them towards the group.

The pair found the group and said their goodbyes with Jonathan insisting that he would run Robin home on his and Nancy's way back to Nancy's house later on. 

The drive home was silent, the events of the night feeling more real now they were really alone. Steve parked up and they both headed into his empty house. The quiet after the noise of the bar sounded deafening. 

"I know we've said we need to talk in the next few days but I think we need to discuss this bit now, I don't want this to be a one night stand. I like you, like you. If you don't want a relationship then that's fine and we can just go to sleep and nothing between us will change." Steve whispered, not looking at Eddie, rejection right now might kill him but he would be okay in the end.

"Steve, baby, look at me, please" Eddie begged, Steve turned to look at him. "I have never wanted someone so much. Not just the sex but the whole thing. I want to be with you" 

He had barely finished speaking before Steve kissed him with more passion than Eddie had ever felt before, yet somehow softer than previously. Hands slowly roamed bodies and clothes were slowly removed. 

If the pair didn't make it out of bed before 4pm on New Years Day then and didn't see anyone until the 3rd of January then that's no one else's business. And if pots of money were passed between party members and they left them alone for as long as needed then neither boy needed to know. 

[agaypanic]

Okokok bbf!(brothers best friend)Benny Weir x Morgan!male reader where reader is Ethan’s brother/twin (you pick). Reader having a crush on Benny and Ethan trying to prevent them from dating but failing miserably. <3

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Summary: After finding out his brother has a crush on his best friend, Ethan does whatever he can to keep them separated. But he soon finds out all his efforts are futile.

A/N: I would’ve made that title “Brother’s Best Friend” but apparently I’ve already written a benny fic with that title lmao

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You don’t know why Ethan’s so surprised right now. You had been playing a little game of truth or dare with Sarah and Rory to pass the time while you all waited for Benny and Erica to come over. Sarah asked if you had a crush on anyone, and you shrugged and said Benny. Sarah and Rory just nodded, commenting about how it made sense, and you continued with the game.

Ethan looked like a fish out of water.

You couldn’t tell if it was because Benny was a boy or Ethan’s best friend. But either way, he shouldn’t have been surprised. You thought he noticed how you always looked at Benny or how you went to him first after taking down a bad guy to make sure he was okay. Or the way you did anything you could to be near Benny without being too weird about it.

“You guys are just gonna brush past that?” Ethan asked your friends in surprise. Sarah and Rory looked at each other, then you, and then Ethan.

“Yeah. Why?” Sarah asked. 

“Why? Why?” Ethan looked like he was about to pull all his hair out. “He likes Benny, my best friend. We’re all in the same friend group; it’s weird.”

“Being in the same friend group hasn’t stopped you from having a crush, E.” You reminded your brother, rolling your eyes. He turned red, looking anywhere in the room but at Sarah. “Are you acting insane because Benny and I are both guys?”

“Of course not!” Ethan looked offended that you would even suggest that. “Y/n, I could care less about that. But he’s my best friend, and you’re my brother. It just feels… Icky.” You couldn’t help but laugh at his choice of wording. Sarah and Rory joined in, and soon all three of you were cackling at your brother’s ridiculousness.

“What are you guys laughing at?” You all jumped at Erica’s sudden presence. Sometimes you hated how sneaky she was.

“Ethan’s throwing a fit because Y/n likes Benny,” Rory answered, earning a slap in the arm from Sarah for exposing your secret the second someone new came into the conversation. But you didn’t really mind. You knew Rory would tell someone eventually, and you probably would’ve told Erica anyway.

“You’d throw a fit, too, if your brother had a crush on your best friend!” Ethan whined.

“Ethan’s right.” Erica nodded, turning to look at you. You all knew there was some kind of joke leading up to this, because there’s no way in hell Erica would actually agree with Ethan. “Y/n, you could totally do better.”

You all laughed at the serious tone in her comment. Even Ethan cracked a smile.

“Okay, ha ha. But I still don’t like it.”

“No one said you had to, Ethan.”

“No one said he had to what?” Your friends had to stop coming into your house unannounced. Benny stood in the living room looking at everyone, holding a few boxes of pizza and a bag that was probably filled with drinks and candy.

“Y/n said that no one said Ethan had to like that- Ow!” Rory was interrupted from spilling truths again by Sarah, who hit him harder than last time. Benny gave the two a strange look but brushed their behavior off.

“Whatever. I got pizza, pop, and sweets to make our teeth rot. What are we watching?” Benny asked as he set everything on the kitchen island. Erica smirked, reaching into her purse to pull out multiple DVDs. Catching sight of the titles, Benny whined, and Sarah squealed. “No, please.”

“Oh, yeah. All three Dusk movies.”

“I’m surprised you don’t have the fourth.” You muttered, standing from your spot on the couch and going to the kitchen to grab plates and food.

“Only because it’s not on DVD yet.” 

You grabbed two slices of pizza from one of the boxes when Benny slid to stand next to you.

“I grabbed you your favorites.” You looked at the stuff he pushed toward you, and indeed, he had gotten you your favorite drink and a couple of your favorite candies.

“Thanks, Bens.” You gathered it all around you before looking up at him. It was crazy to you that he was leaning on the countertop and was still taller than you. “You didn’t have to get me all of this.”

“It’s no problem, really.” He smiled at you, and you wished you could look at him forever. The little twinkle in his eye he had when he looked at you made you giddy.

“Oh, nice, pizza.” You were pushed away from each other by an annoying force, more commonly known as your brother. He stood between the two of you, piling his plate with food. After one last look at Benny, you gathered everything in your arms and went to sit on the couch.

When everyone had gotten their food (you, Ethan, and Benny had food. Sarah, Rory, and Erica had some blood bags, and you didn’t want to know where they got them.), you all settled in the living room, either anticipation or dreading the movie marathon that was about to be put on.

Benny sat next to you on the couch, and you were about to offer him one of your sweets when Ethan stood in front of you two.

“Benny, move over a bit, will you?” Ethan made a waving motion to get him to move away from you. You and Benny looked confused. “You’re in my spot.”

“Since when has this been your spot?” You asked. Ethan started to look flustered, trying to come up with an answer.

“Shut up and sit down!” Erica demanded. “The movie’s starting.”

Knowing it’d be better to listen to Erica than continue fighting with Ethan, Benny scooted over, albeit reluctantly. Ethan sat between the two of you, subtly spreading himself out on the couch so you were further away from Benny. You leaned over to Ethan.

“I know what you’re doing.” You whispered to your brother. “Stop it, baby.”

“I’m not doing anything,” Ethan muttered back, ignoring your glare to focus on the movie.

You suffered through the first movie in silence. Your brother was acting like a child. Anytime Benny tried to make a joke about the movie to you, Ethan got in the way by constantly “assuming” he was talking to him. You understood that he was uncomfortable with the fact that you liked his best friend, but that didn’t mean he got to separate you and get in your way.

Getting up and stretching, you told the others you were going to go change into something more comfortable and went up to your room. Although that was true, you also needed a minute away from your brother to avoid losing your mind on him. You changed into sweatpants and were about to change your shirt when there was a knock on the door.

“Oh please, don’t stop on my account,” Benny smirked when you opened the door and saw you drop and smooth out your shirt. You rolled your eyes and let him in, closing the door behind him.

“I’m surprised Ethan let you up here.” You said, taking your shirt off to pull on a loose hoodie. Benny sat on your bed, staring at you.

“I told him I was going to the bathroom, so I bought myself a few minutes.” He hooked his finger in the waistband of your sweats and pulled you close so you were standing between his legs. You smiled down at him, hands resting on his shoulders.

“Let’s make them worth it then.” You murmured before leaning down to kiss Benny. He held you closer to him, arms wrapping around you.

What your friends didn’t know about you and Benny was that you had been secretly dating for a few weeks. It wasn’t that you were scared to tell your friends; you just didn’t feel the need to. Plus, you had a bit of a feeling Ethan would react weirdly. You two had confessed to each other at a party, and the rest was history.

“We should probably go back down.” You said as you pulled away. Benny groaned in disappointment.

“Just a couple more minutes.”

“I mean it, Benny. Ethan will get suspicious.”

“Fine.” He stood up, still holding you. “One more kiss before we go?” You leaned in, unable to say no to his puppy dog eyes.

“What the hell are you doing?!” Ethan shouted, and the two of you jumped apart, startled. He stared at you in horror.

“What?”

“You were kissing him, Y/n!” Deciding to play dumb, you looked around your room like Benny wasn’t there.

“Kissing who?”

“Don’t play dumb. How long has this been going on?”

You and Benny looked at each other, knowing there was no way to escape Ethan and his questions. 

“Since your Halloween party….” Benny said, looking anywhere but at Ethan.

“What?!”

“What’s going on up here?” Erica appeared behind Ethan, scaring the crap out of all three of you. Sarah and Rory stood behind her, watching the scene.

“I just caught Y/n and Benny making out,” Ethan said. The three vampires stared at you and Benny in silence, trying to formulate a response.

“Y/n, I told you that you could do better!” Erica whined, pushing everyone away to go back downstairs.

“Hey!” Benny shouted in offense.

“How are you guys not freaking out?” Ethan asked, looking at Rory and Sarah. They shrugged.

“Who cares? It’s their lives.” Sarah answered, grabbing the back of Ethan’s collar to drag him down the stairs. Rory, you, and Benny trailed behind them. “Come on, let’s watch Dusk.”

“Can Y/n and I stay in his room?” Benny asked, wanting to get out of watching the franchise more than anything.

“No!” Sarah shouted at him. “We’re watching Dusk, and you’re gonna like it!”

[mikaswannabe]

CARLA JAEGER IN TATTOOARTIST!EREN AU.

i imagine that miss mama carla was a firehouse baby. for the first 3 years of her life she grew up w two chaotic + unstable parents that just left her at a fire station one day.

then she grew up in foster care and from 13-18 she stayed in a group home with other girls of all different backgrounds, and they felt like family even if it was chaotic.

something that she took up during her childhood was sewing. like this bitch can make anything if she got a lil fabric. and she knows how to throw deown.

she has italian lineage with a thick jersey / new york accent in my head. curves like a disney mom.

after high school she went to a community college and also took classes at a fashion school. for money, she was the most one of the most charismatic bartenders & bottle girls you could ever meet, coming home with her pockets full of tips with the help of her pretty ass face.

everybody loves carla! if you don’t, you did something wrong. she has connections to so many helpful people because everyone just knows she’s that bitch.

and where do you think eren gets his firecracker ways from? she loves a good time, having all eyes on her at clubs, but if any jerk got out of line her mouth would run off the chaiinnn, and don’t make her have to slap the piss out of somebody, because she will.

at around 21, she met grisha, who was 26 and in med school. how did she meet him? partied too hard and wound up being treated by him.

“you don’t know what you’re doing, you’re just a student. get me an actual doctor.”

“or, you could go home. deal with the massive knot on your head and possible concussion by yourself.”

fuck, she loved his accent.

“at least i won’t have to see you again.”

“likewise.”

yeah, they hooked up that night. knot on forehead and all.

she didn’t think she was gonna fall for the man, especially since he already had a kid, but then a messy 3 years of falling in love later she was pushing eren’s big head out and marrying this german man.

she worked a desk job while eren was young, but after grisha got on top of his medical school fees and started getting that neurosurgeon money, she was in her stay at home mom bag.

eren was such an troublesome bby to deal with. he would always be running around and making him sit still was a challenge. one of the only times he would shut up without even having to be told anything would be when he spotted his mom drawing sketches of her dress designs, crawling up on her lap and watching everything she did.

and something that always infatuated him was her few tattoos that he would see every now and again. like the dragon on her shoulder that had beautiful lilies drawn around it, or the butterflies on her left foot. when he got into his tattoo art talent, grisha was against it but carla embraced it, allowing him to refresh her old tats and them getting matching ones of each other’s names, his on the back of his shoulder while hers is on her arm.

as eren got older his favorite parent was evident. he loves his mom but he LOVES annoying her even more. just goes in her room and lays on her bed like “what we watching?” the amount of times she’s popped his hand for reaching into her food.

she loves her son, but she gets to that “get the fuck away from me, eren. my head’s throbbing like a fuckin’ drum with you around, god.” he know’s he succeeded when she has to physically push him out of the room.

when they’re at home it’s either, “sweetie, have you eaten?” or “get out this kitchen, you moose! i’ll throw this fryin’ pan at your skull, move!”

when ppl be like, “eren, your mom’s so nice.” he agrees, but not forgetting to say “to you guys.”

but seriously, when it came to being a community mom in eren’s grade school days, carla was it! always packing foods and drinks for kids at the games, taking them out to eat afterwards, and clearing hoes at pto meetings. that mama drama is no joke.

now that e’s in college, when other mom’s complain that they miss their baby so much, she just nods. she was glad eren got his ass out by 18. she loves her baby, but handful isn’t even enough to describe him.

she’s able to claim time for herself again, and then, she knows her son, and even with all the problems he can bring onto himself, she knows he’ll be fine.

[sizzlingpatrolfox]

From what i know the person who owns that restuarant is a close frnd of jungkook's father and jk calls him uncle so idt it's blood relation.

Also you said it right that when people around jm and jk see their names together they don't automatically think these two are dating or it's any validation or anything at all. both people from jm and jk's side knows that these two are from same hometown and i do believe their families are good/close frnds so it's very normal for them to share their posts or the albums or the merch or anything for that matter. It's proof of them acknowledging the two bandmates who are also frnd and not about them fking e/o. I'm very sure all BTS's families are pretty good frnds with e/o as we know taehyung and hobi both with their families went to Hawaii together and that namjoon and jin's families were/are neighbours.

Idk why shippers see someone posting them together or their names together and immediately thinks it's their ship validation. It's so normal to have that connection with someone from your own hometown and all..in my country the families of good frnds actually treat other like their own child so seeing shippers thinking of it was some proof makes me question what kind of environment they actually grew up in.

Jin and Namjoon's dads do a lot of things together, if I recall correctly. I remember either Jin or Namjoon talking about how their parents took walks together or something.

Jikookers made a big deal of Jimin calling Jungkook's mother "eomoni" (or something, I don't care about Korean spelling). But if you've watched in the soop, I think it was Hoseok who called Taehyung's mother eomoni as well.

I've always said that to me, the habit of hyper sexualizing everything these guys do is literally just... Lack of friendships. Lack of meaningful friendships. Especially lack of meaningful friendships with people of the same sex.

Latinxs have a very strong sense of community, pretty much like what I've seen from Koreans. There's not one single friend of mine's parents that my parents haven't met, or even had dinner with. My parents are also friends with all my sister's friends' parents. Some Sundays (which is a family day), they all get together to have lunch, swim in the pool, drink, and spend all day with the same people.

Same goes for skinship, we're also very tactile people especially with close loved ones. We're 6 cousins, of different ages, and genders. Sometimes we all lay down on the same bed during family reunions. Sometimes my 40 year old aunt comes into the room and throws herself on top of all of us, just to annoy us.

So, I don't know. It's always been and will always be close to impossible for me to think two friend's families being close means more than what it is. The fact that Koreans call each other with familiar terms like aunt, uncle, brother, even when they're not blood related should be indication enough.

[biki-hates-blizzard]

Cosmic Forces / Magical Arts

You might not believe me, but I really meant--last post--to do what I'll be setting out to do in this post.

Establishing the great cosmic forces--and subsequently, magical arts derived from them--in the universe that is WarCraft. I did mention them, briefly:

Light, Void; Life, Death; Order, Disorder.

Predictably as fuck, Blizzard attaches morality to these. Very quickly. In fact, the morality they use is present in all their games--even if they tease you with little tidbits about how there MIGHT be a little nuance present.

I won't insult you with describing these moralities, but I will offer you the honor of not being forced into a corner. These moralities? We're throwing them out.

We ARE, however, going to keep the descriptions given to the forms of magic derived from these cosmic forces. Not for the implication of what is good or what is evil, but because I'm an edge-lord who loves calling myself a master of unholy arts--and I'm sure there are plenty who would do the same, without strictly proclaiming themselves to be bitches.

LIGHT : Holy Magic VOID : Shadow Magic

LIFE : Nature Magic DEATH : Death Magic (Although they call it Necromancy)

ORDER : Domination Magic (Although they call it Arcane) DISORDER: Eldritch Magic (Although they call it Fel)

Now, the wiki speaks of how there is a...suspected...m y s t e r i o u s seventh cosmic power. The ULTIMATE COSMIC POWER, stronger and harder and longer than all the others!

Before I unveil their version, and my version, of the seventh cosmic power--I would like to point out that each of these energies are supposed to originate upon a plane of existence unique to them. So whatever in the cosmic funky-fuck could there be that is greater and more phenomenally phenomenal than those six?!

Well, they say math.

I say fuck that.

They've already given us a seventh cosmic force, from the very fucking beginning! It has its own planes and everything! But, just like the tragedy of the Draenei accidentally getting retconned because they forgot the Eredar existed... They've once again proven that drinking or smoking is the only thing their people do.

What is it?

E l e m e n t s.

Elemental Magic.

Elemental Planes--Fire, Air, Water, Earth.

Now, you might also be asking where "Spirit" magic falls. And I say that's a good point. So let's make some corrections up above, shall we?

ELEMENTAL MAGIC

🜍 ORDER : Domination Magic, from the plane of the "Celestial Aether." Also sometimes called Holy Magic, by priests.

🜁 AIR : Aeromancy, from the plane of "Skywall." 🜂 FIRE : Pyromancy, from the plane of "Firelands." ✡ LIFE / DEATH : Spirit Magic, from the Mortal Plane. 🜄 WATER : Hydromancy, from the plane of "Abyssal Maw." 🜃 EARTH : Geomancy, from the plane of "Deepholm."

🜏 DISORDER : Shadow Magic, from the plane of the "Twisting Nether." Also sometimes called Unholy Magic, by priests.

ARCANE MAGIC

Now...you'll probably notice something's missing here. "Arcane" magic. Well, I've redefined that. See, most elements have a capacity to combine--and it's what one does with them that defines them as moral or immoral; which, in further elaboration, is a state imposed by societies and cultures and religions...not the magic itself.

So where does Arcane magic come in?

Well, in examining the things attributed to Arcane magic in the setting--I've concluded it's the blending of either ORDER or DISORDER (Chaos) with the natural behaviors of things present in the universe. For example, there's a quote in the wiki in which Medivh--espoused as sorcerer supreme--reveals that the difference between elemental fire and fire conjured by a practitioner of magic...is that the exertion of mana upon heat in the air produced a flame.

Arcane Magic is the use of Order or Chaos to modify and/or affect the natural energies of a plane. Those natural energies are...

Kinetic Energy, the Power of Motion

Spectric Energy, the Power of Light

Thermic Energy, the Power of Heat

Gravic Energy, the Power of Gravity

Organic Energy, the Power of Flesh

Sonic Energy, the Power of Sound

Magnetic Energy, the Power of Magnetism

Chemic Energy, the Power of Chemistry

Radic Energy, the Power of Radiation (Decay, to the uninformed.)

Psychic Energy, the Power of Thought

Chronic Energy, the Power of Time

Ambic Energy, the Power of Space

Schools of Magic / Elemental Synergy

I mentioned combining elements. Yes, that's how you get the varying schools of magic. Let's examine those.

Going forward, however, allow me to introduce a few terms for your vocabulary--terms I'll be using in the rewrites. Noble Elements, Primal Elements, and Basic Elements or Synergic Elements.

--Noble Elements - These are elements which cannot quite exist in a pure form within the universe, at least outside of their respective planes; Order, Spirit, and Disorder. Note, now, however...that because living things originate upon the Mortal Plane--which is also the elemental plane of spirit--pure Spirit will be perceptible to characters within the story, and referred to as Mana.

--Primal Elements - These are elements which do not really have a...mental compatibility with mortal minds; Fire, Air, Earth, and Water.

--Basic Elements - Refer to any of these seven elements which are uncombined.

--Synergic or Alloy Elements - These are the results of two basic elements joining to create something which is and is not Primal nor Noble.

Schools of Primal Magic Known collectively as...Elementalist Magic.

We have our basics, and then we have our alloys. The mastery of two forms of elemental magic allows one to get into the practice of a combined form--we know this ought to exist in the setting, because we have seen elementals formed of combined energies. Here's our list:

Basics: --Fire (Pyro Magia) --Water (Hydro Magia) --Earth (Geo Magia) --Air (Aero Magia)

Dual Alloy Elements: --Sand; Air/Earth (Ammo Magia) --Ice; Air/Water (Cryo Magia) --Lightning; Air/Fire (Electro Magia) --Mud; Earth/Water (Laspi Magia) --Lava; Earth/Fire (Lava Magia) --Steam; Water/Fire (Atmos Magia)

Triumvirate Alloy Elements: --Azoth; Air/Earth/Water (Ermis Magia) --Acid; Air/Water/Fire (Oxy Magia) --Brimstone; Air/Earth/Fire (Theio Magia) --Crystal; Earth/Fire/Water (Litho Magia)

"Complete" Elemental Alloy: --Star / Plasma; Air/Earth/Water/Fire (Astra Magia)

Schools of Noble Magic Known collectively as...Spirit Magic.

We next address the schools of magic as derived of the noble elements, which--in the esteem they are held to by scholars, priests, and the like...are not actually ever really referred to as elements; but as godly and divine forces.

The mage, often scorned for their viewpoints, finds no real difference to exist between the noble elements and the primal elements--and this is why mages tend to prefer a degree of isolation from the greater majority of the world. This can be called the conflict of intellectualism vs spirituality, which is a highly popular writing angle not often touched upon by Blizzard. For obvious reasons.

We'll get to those in the Americanism section of those massive post.

For now:

Basics: --Spirit Magic; the Power of Communion On its own, Spirit Magic is a system which permits communication with the energies of living things and nonliving things--which, due to the nature of the elemental planes, do have their own sense of soul. --Domination Magic; the Power of Control Most invaluable to those who partake the practice of summoning, the power of control primarily exploits binding and commanding. --Shadow Magic; the Power of Warp Perceived to be monstrous, for the ways it changes what it is infused with; the power of warp is the power of change--it alters and reforges the things it touches, typically in a nightmarish manner.

Alloys: --Life Magic; Domination/Spirit Also called nature magic by some, though this will very quickly piss off any priests "of the light" by insinuating in any way that sentient creatures are not somehow superior to nature--despite the very same principles having application. --Death Magic; Shadow/Spirit Also called necromancy. This is the power of warping the spirit and commanding death. It's largely considered abominable. --Arcane Magic; Noble Elements + Primal Elements This is covered above, already, in the Arcane Magic section.

The Americanism

Now, you might be thinking that I've left something out here. Or, rather, a fair few somethings out. Let's first address the most glaring, American thing about Blizzard's version of these magical powers: their principles are all very Baptist.

I would've said "Christian," but anyone who has spent any amount of time in the US can immediately determine that this country has a very warped form of Christianity--which places most focus on trying to utilize it as a form of hate and control rather than as a religion, willfully and blasphemously eschewing their holy book's lessons in favor of made-up shit that justifies spewing hate, abuse, and frankly awful things.

Fire is actually kind of an important thing, for example, in many forms of Christianity. Considered holy, even.

Here, it's just associated with evil--and in fact, the Firelands are considered basically an evil dimension. Light is, of course, the most important and wonderful and holy and correct of all elements--and anything the "Light" says is wrong, is evil and awful and horrible. Blizzard establishes this as an objective morality.

Keep that in mind, going forward, because it's going to come up...A LOT. You literally cannot have Americanism without this utterly awful corruption of religion as the underlying motivator for everything. Chiefly...that you cannot question it, as that would simply be heresy. You're not allowed to understand anything--because that would be going against faith.

But faith sounds an awful lot like totalitarian obedience whenever the WASPs talk about it.

Now let's get to the..."missing" schools of magic.

Druidism. Voodoo. Shamanism.

So, I have a massive fucking problem with the use of these three things as...schools of magic. Why? Because they're religions, they're not toys.

Using them is exactly the same as something like "Quickly, Medivh--use your Jewry to destroy the orcs!"

This becomes a lot more awful when you realize that those three "schools of magic" come from what Blizzard portrays as rather...primitive cultures. As if any form of religion besides the obligatory pseudo-Christian is primitive, backwards, or uncivilized.

Worse...is the way Voodoo is treated and portrayed. As is typical of absolutely any form of faith practiced by persons of remotely African flavor (although, to most WASPs, basically anything that any person of color does--Shamanism and Druidism appear in ancient European traditions, to an extent)...it is immediately regarded as an evil thing. It takes control of your mind maaaaan, and it's got a funky beat involved! Here come the afro demons! Aaaaah--hide yo womens!

Fuck you.

Fuck that.

Fuck Blizzard.

[moonyasnow]

TWST OC Showcase: Irina Barret

Vice Housewarden of Ramshackle; the Dorm based on the Lonely Ghosts' Spirit of Adaptability

(Housewarden: Tomoe Sakurada)

Voice Claim: SynthV TETO

Human Right-handed Wales - Ramshackle Dorm 152cm / 4'11 - #ae6bcf / 174, 107, 207 June 1st - Gemini - 16 y.o. 1st year - Freshman - Class D, no. 3 Gargoyle Appreciation Club Best Subject: Potionology Hobbies: Sculpting Pet peeves: The sounds of glass and porcelain Favorite food: Warm bread Least favorite food: Cold leftovers Talent: Empathetic Perception Floyd-given name: Shrimpy Rook-given name: Demoiselle Lapine Cater-given name: Rini

Link to all my OC Showcases here!

Some quotes:

"U-um…please give me work! I-I can cook, clean, do laundry, a-and I can be very quiet about it, too! You'll barely even realize I'm here." — "I don't want to be a burden on you. Right now, I imagine I am probably using up resources, and I'm not even offering anything in return…"

"Um...I-I'm sorry!"

She's crouching down on her knees in her bed, crying, muffling her sobs by biting her hands. She wants to scream. [internal narration] *He hates me, he hates me, he hates me, he hates me, he hates me, he hates me! It's all my fault!* "H-he won't even look at me…!" She sobs. *Of course not. Who would want to spend time with someone they think doesn't trust them? A-and I can't even clear up the misunderstanding…! I'm horrible, worthless, a burden, useless…so many people's lives would be better if I was never born!*

! W A R N I N G ! Her backstory is H E A V Y. I mean it when I say this is the darkest backstory out of any of my OCs.

Includes themes of: child endangerment, physical & emotional child neglect, verbal & emotional child abuse, suicide(someone else), mental illness, C-PTSD and SH(biting, self-neglect, chasing things/people that are bad for her)

Only read further if you feel that's something you can handle today. Take care of yourself <3

Irina's mother was from a quite well-off family in Bulgaria, and her father was from a bad part of London. On a vacation to London, the two of them had a fling that resulted in an unplanned pregnancy. And Irina's mother's family, having quite traditional values, said she had to marry the father. So she did, and moved to live with him in his apartment in London. But they both quickly realized they were a horrible match.

Her parents hated each other and always fought. Her mother always said that if she'd just never been born, her life would be perfect because she wouldn't be stuck living in what she with her good upbringing considered squalor with Irina's father, who spent all their money on alcohol and drugs, and said it was all Irina's fault. And her father didn't like seeing her at all because he was reminded of her mother who— in his mind— always nagged at him for stupid, useless reasons and seemed to make it her life mission to torment him at home when he'd never done anything to deserve that. Two incredibly proud, selfish people who would drag a child into their conflict. Her father would get mad and yell whenever she— or mostly her mother, since Irina quickly learned to be quiet and never talk back— bothered him in any way. When her mother confronted him about spending so much of that month's money out drinking, their screaming matches often got violent. Her father would hit her mother, or flip over furniture— most often he'd throw plates and glasses and bottles, either at the wall or her mother. Then her mother would yell at him until he left the apartment, after which she start to cry, yelling at Irina if she saw her. As a result Irina can't handle it when she hears the sounds of breaking glass or porcelain; it makes her panic so much she just dissociates. And even the sounds of them, not broken, clinking against things makes her incredibly on edge. Though most often, Irina would hide in her room, sitting on her 'bed' that was just a mattress on the floor, hiding herself under her blanket. She always felt the safest under her blanket. But when not actively upset, her mother would exert whatever control she felt she could over Irina, even in entirely pointless ways, just to not feel as powerless as she did living with her husband; refusing to ever be told 'no' and guilt-tripping and forcing Irina to do/not do whatever her mother wanted or didn't want her to. Her parents often forgot to feed her, too. Since she'd already been conditioned to never ask for anything, she started smuggling small scraps of food into her room, which she hid in a little box in her closet. But she still stopped growing at 152cm and remained very petite for the rest of her life, due in part to the childhood malnutrition. But they weren't always cruel to her. Sometimes, very rarely, one of them would be in a good mood; usually because the other was away. On these rare occasions her father would sometimes let her sit next to him on the couch, and would show her what he thought were the best parts of the game shows he loved to watch were. And if she seemed interested enough in whatever story he was telling, he'd even smile at her, and compliment her, and ruffle her hair. And when her mother was in a good mood, she'd smile at Irina and tell her she did a good job helping with the chores. She would sometimes even ask Irina what she wanted to have for dinner that day. Irina always made sure to pick something she knew her mother liked, to make her even more happy, so she'd smile at Irina even more. Those small moments made her absolutely overjoyed, and made her want to make them smile like that again. It was the only taste of 'affection' she had for the first five years of her life. And it planted the idea in her head that, if only it was just her and one of her parents, they could actually be a happy family.

When she'd see children with their parents, she became jealous, since her parents never held her hand, hugged her, sang her to sleep or gave her any sort of comfort. When she'd tried to hug them, they brushed her off and walked away. She tried to be away from home as much as she could, since she hated always hearing her parents scream at each other. When she played pretend with other kids in the neighborhood, she could ignore the reality of her situation and just be happy for a while. When they all wanted to go home because it had gotten too late, she felt lonely and scared again, because she wouldn't have anything to distract her from thinking about home. She had no other adult she could confide in, and she felt scared of her parents. They had never physically harmed her, but she was scared that they might someday. But even worse than being home when both of them were there was when only she and one of her parents were home. Then, they'd scream at her, and she was always scared they would hit her. Now that she's grown up, sometimes when it's quiet, she thinks she can still hear the distant, muffled sounds of her parents fighting with each other. And whenever anything bad happens in her life, she hears her mother's voice whispering to her saying 'your fault'.

She had one close friend from when she was 5 to 8— he was two years older than her, had brown hair and green eyes, and he was the best thing in her life. He found her crying under a tree one day after her parents had an argument. He told her his name and asked why she was crying, and when she didn't answer, just looking up at him, through her tears, hugging her knees, he just sat down next to her to begin reading something. She eventually asked what it was, and he read aloud to her. They became best friends. He would bring sweets for them to eat together, he would read to her, and whenever she was scared or sad or crying he'd wipe away her tears and ruffle her hair, placing a small kiss on the top of her head and tell the tears to go away. He taught her how to read, too! He was the only good thing in her life, her only experience with what love and comfort should feel like. When she was with him, she could forget about her parents and how miserable she otherwise felt. She could wake up each day looking forward to seeing him. She was in love with him, and dreamed of the two of them being together forever. She was so happy she could cry every time she saw him. And some of her absolute best memories were of when it had been snowing and all the kids in the neighborhood would come out to play together, where he and Irina would often join in. Or sometimes they'd just make snowmen, or snow-angels. Snowy weather has always been her favorite. Not only did her happiest memories always happen when it was snowing or had recently snowed, she thought everything being covered in snow was comforting. To her, it looked like a big, fluffy, heavy blanket, muffling the world and making it quiet, hiding her from every bad thing. She liked making snowmen the most. And she eventually started making them in more interesting shapes, most often rabbits. She'd always loved rabbits. They were the only animal she didn't feel afraid of. She often used to fantasize about owning a lot of rabbits when she grew up. Her friend once gave her a little pink plush bunny for her birthday; he said he saw it in a shop window, and it reminded him of her. She named it 'Clover' after the flower crowns he'd make for her, as well as the color of his eyes. When she cried about how much she hated the sounds of when her parents would throw glasses and plates and bowls into the ground and break them and that she'd only have wooden cups and bowls when she grew up, he said he'd also have wooden cups and bowls, so she could visit him. She felt so happy, and so treasured, and loved… But then one day he just stopped showing up. She waited, but he never came back to play with her again. She cried and cried, scared that she would never see him again, wishing so badly that he would come back, wondering why he left her behind. Only then, after losing him, did she realize he was all that had been filling up her heart until that point. She developed abandonment issues, and began to feel what loneliness was for the first time. Before she met him, she was always, always alone. He took away her loneliness…but she didn't realize the absence of it until it returned. …Eventually, knowing he was gone and probably not coming back, the memory of him in her heart hurt her so much that she just…forgot. Her mind repressed all memory of him, to keep her from hurting. So she thought she'd always been alone. Anytime she remembered him, she thought he was just an imaginary friend she dreamt about as a child, to save her from her loneliness. And eventually she forgot about him altogether. But the impression he'd had on her never faded. The color green would forever feel 'safe' to her.

Then on June 3d, two days after her 9th birthday, after a particularly bad argument, her father— like he usually did— left the house. Her mother asked her to go pick flowers to put in a vase on the table for when her father eventually came back. When Irina came back in she found her mother's corpse hanging from the ceiling. Her skin was blue. Irina could almost hear her say 'your fault', which her mother oh-so-loved to say to her. She believed it. She hid in her room for 4 days until her father finally came back. When she heard him come back she ran to him and hugged him. When he saw her mother, for the first time, he hugged her back. She was convinced this meant the two of them would start over fresh somewhere, since the only reason he was so unhappy was because he was stuck with her mother. He packed a bag and started walking, and let her follow after him, holding onto the edge of his big sleeve. But then, at the edge of the town where they lived, he told her to wait there. She did. She never saw him again. A week later, on June 13th, she was found dehydrated and half-starved, holding onto her bunny plush Clover, and taken to live at an orphanage. Funnily enough, she didn't remember where she got Clover. She thought her parents probably got it for her at some point. Knowing that not even her parents— the only people who were ever supposed to love her unconditionally— didn't want her, even when there was only her father left and her mother, whom he hated, was no longer in the picture… It broke her. After this point she truly started to believe she was inherently worthless, and that no one could ever love her. While she lived at that orphanage, she started trying to play with kids who lived nearby more than she had before, and she did make friends, always with one kid at a time. And she was so happy to have a friend— someone who could make her feel loved and make her forget things at home— that she always became obsessed and overly attached and incredibly clingy, getting jealous every time they even talked to a kid that wasn't her and scared they would stop being her friend because they found someone better. She never really managed to make any long-term friends because of this. That clinginess lead to them always leaving her behind, perpetuating the cycle. She only got better at hiding her emotions. As well as people pleasing— to a chronic extent. Every time someone left her, she became even more convinced of the fact that she was unlovable and thus became even more scared she'd be abandoned. Every time, she lost a little more trust for people until she just couldn't open up to anyone at ALL. She was convinced keeping it all hidden is what she needed to do to keep people with her— not bother them with her issues. But she has barely any memories from this time of her life. Only a handful of them The only thing she remembered fully clearly about this part of her life is that Clover, her bunny plush, was always there. Funnily enough, she didn't remember where she got Clover. She thought her parents probably got it for her at some point. She brought it with her everywhere, and it had suffered through all the same things as her. She still has it to this day, and since it's quite small, she brings it with her everywhere. It was the closest thing she can remember having to an anchor as a child, so despite being at an age where she thinks she should have 'outgrown' stuffed animals, she can't bring herself to let go of it.

When she was 13, she ended up being adopted by her uncle— her mother's brother— whom she had never heard of before. He'd recently moved to Wales for his work, and that's how the system found him. He was the first adult who was ever kind to her. He asked how she was doing, set aside time to play with and read her to bed, brought her with him to see fireworks, to run errands, or just go on walks. And she was surprised when— shortly after adopting her— he took her out to buy new clothes, and also said she could pick out one more thing from whatever store she wanted. She wasn't at all used to receiving things, and didn't feel like she deserved it. But he often had to leave for a few days at a time due to his job requiring him to be away from home often. Every time this happened, paranoia set in that he was going to abandon her just like her father did. Each night he was gone she would cry herself to sleep, begging for him to come back. She spent moment of his absence doing almost nothing except waiting for him to come back. And her luck socializing with her peers didn't really improve much... Ever since she was around 8 years old, she had started developing in a way that was very strange compared to her peers. As a child she had very strong reactions to things, she wore her emotions on her sleeve at all times, and these emotions seemed to be much stronger than those of other people around her. But those explosive feelings never matured with her as she got older, and she kept having almost child-like outbursts of emotion even well into her teens. The tiniest thing— like forgetting to bring something that she was asked to bring, not knowing the location of her stuffed rabbit Snowie for even a few minutes, or being lightly insulted in a friendly way could make her start sobbing uncontrollably and have a massive breakdown. Though often, just 10 minutes later, she'd have stopped crying and felt entirely fine again. So when she was herself, her wild mood swings seemed to just be too much for everyone. And her experience with her original parents had made her extremely unassertive and scared of angering people, to the point of her developing social anxiety and rejection sensitivity. She absolutely hates people being upset at her, and if she thinks she's done something wrong, she thinks people will dislike her. Since she herself was never enough for anyone as a child, she doesn't think she ever will be. And the new 'friends' she did manage to make were...not the best for her. Somehow the people she seemed to attract were always ones who didn't care about her, who'd use her, take advantage of her desperation for love, affection and validation and drip-feed it to her after she did things for them, before dropping her once they didn't think she was amusing or helpful anymore. When they did still like her, think she was fun and wanted to spend time with her, she felt absolutely high on the joy. But the moment they avoided or ignored her, even for just a moment, it felt like the world was caving in on itself. But they told her she was just being clingy, which once again got her to hide her feelings so as not to displease them. Gradually chipping away at more and more of her, until there was nothing left. Until she was just a shapeless lump of clay for them to mold however they liked. But she'd endure it. That was what love was, right? It was supposed to hurt, and she was supposed to cover that hurt up so they'd stay with her. To endure was to love. Because enduring showed a commitment, that she would still stay with them. That was all she wanted, after all. She knew most of her friends wanted more from her than just her loyalty, though, so she'd do anything they asked her to. Even when it hurt. But they all left her in the end no matter how hard she tried.

And every single time another one of her friends left her, her abandonment issues just became even worse. She thought it was all her fault, and that if she'd just tried harder, had fewer boundaries, been better, they wouldn't have left. She thought she was the problem. Eventually, she'd become convinced that everyone is going to leave her in the end, and stopped being able to trust anyone, alternating between 'I don't want them to get close enough to hurt me' and 'they're going to leave anyway so I'm going to try to be close to them while I can', sometimes even experiencing both at the same time. As a result, when someone actually nice, who had good intentions and respected her, did actually approach her with the intention of genuinely becoming her friend, she ended up just panicking. That wasn't how friendships went for her, after all. She was always the one giving 90%! So she was so confused when anyone was nice to her for no apparent reason. And so she ended up usually just avoiding and ignoring them until they stopped trying to get close to her. But it made her so sad every time because it felt like being abandoned and given up on all over again. But she just didn't know how to deal with the paralyzing fear and paranoia them being genuinely good to her caused her. Afterwards she would always cry and bite her hands and lip and arms so much that she'd fall asleep from exhaustion with her arms and mouth covered in her own blood. Then in the morning, all she'd need to do was wash the blood off and no one would be able to tell that she'd hurt herself. Eventually, she learned to bottle up the biggest of those feelings until she was alone, upon which she'd have another breakdown. As a result, the people who know her now don't know the true extent of her mood-swings, since she's become such a people-pleaser in a desperate attempt for people to stop leaving her that she no longer lets herself become upset in front of others. But it feels empty, since no one ever knows the real her. Always bottling her feelings up makes her feel like she's just one tick away from exploding at all times. But since bottling her emotions up like that has begun to feel like yet another matter of survival, she never lets them boil over.

Some miscellaneous info about her:

Irina is very physically independent while also being quite emotionally dependent. Meaning: She can take care of her physical needs (cooking, cleaning, buying food, washing her clothes, etc) by herself, but she relies heavily on others emotionally. She realizes she has no idea who she is as a person, what her personality is, what she likes, etc. She can never remember her past emotions nor truly comprehend thoughts of the future. The current moment, to her, becomes 'eternal'. Her mood-swings and splitting episodes don't make this any better or easier. She also takes VERY bad care of herself both mentally and physically. She was just never really taught how. When her uncle was away she mostly just ate bread, cereal or instant noodles, just because she only puts in effort for other people.

She's gotten really good both at noticing every subtle, tiny little change in someone— in addition to already having a great sense of natural intuition, or 'gut feeling', about people— and at figuring out exactly what people wanted to hear, and saying it to them to avoid conflict. Though as a result, she doesn't really know how to open up to others. She's still so stuck in 'anyone can become angry at you therefore trust no one and never let your guard down' mode. And partly due to that paranoia, she never told her uncle what her life had been like before he adopted her, him only knowing that both her parents were out of the picture for some reason or another. Actually, no one but Irina knows that. She never told anyone. Not about any of it, always being very careful in how she worded herself when asked about her past, or life, or herself in general.

Because of the way her mother died, she has a crippling fear of being unable to breathe/suffocating.

She really hates Summer. The sounds of cicadas, the bright, merciless sun, the strong smells and the loud noises of people and nature, the heat— all of it reminds her of the summer she turned 9. Seeing her mother's corpse, being forced to wait hungry and thirsty in her room for four days of 'going to the bathroom' in the corner of her room because she was too scared to open her bedroom door, since it'd mean seeing her mother again. Then being abandoned by her father when he finally came back, sitting in the scorching sun for a week waiting for him, almost dying of dehydration. Near the end of May, she always starts to feel intense anxiety, the kind where you feel like you can't breathe. And she hates her birthday, hates having it acknowledged in any way.

And around this time start the nightmares. Nightmares where she sees her mother, hanging from the ceiling, telling her in a hoarse, breathless voice that it was her fault. That she is so worthless that she didn't make her mother's life worth it, that she was so much of a horrible burden her mother would want to die just to get away from her. Her father strangles Irina with a rope that smells like vomit, and it burns her neck and it hurts so much and she cries and cries and cries and apologizes. Sometimes the person strangling her is a friend, or someone she loves. Or they're standing off to the side, watching her be strangled, doing nothing, looking at her with apathy and annoyance in their expression and walking away even as she reaches for them, begging them to turn around. She always wakes up the second before she dies, hyperventilating and shaking and crying and almost wailing. She claws at her throat and still feels like she can't breathe at first. Often until she bites herself. The pain reminds her she can breathe. Then she takes in giant gulps of breath, like someone who's been underwater for decades. She holds herself as tight as she can, leans over until her forehead is against her mattress and cries until she falls asleep again, exhausted.

It continues like that almost every night until around the start of August. On some nights, if she's lucky, it'll be raining. The nightmares don't come when it rains. This is why she hates summer vacation. Not only will she have to deal with that almost every night, the lack of a routine makes it even worse, and she doesn't even have the luxury of looking forward to be able to talk to someone the next day. Sleeping aids like medication don't work— it just gives her sleep paralysis.

Often, this just translates into her staying up late at night with insomnia, or because she's too afraid of the nightmares to want to even try to fall asleep. She does this quite often even when it's not Summer, as well.

At NRC:

For her and Tomoe, I'll be doing breakdowns of what they did during and in-between the books. Includes spoilers for: Books 1-5 (tiny bit Book 6 and Book 7 too but barely)

Prologue

Unlike Tomoe, who was woken up early by Grim, Irina was woken up at the same time as the other freshman, and went through the ceremony like normal, until it came to her turn, and a wave of confusion swept through the hall when it was found out she was magicless. But it was forgotten as Tomoe soon arrived, following the Headmage. They both ended up in Ramshackle. As Tomoe was older she became Housewarden, and Irina the Vice Housewarden, as Tomoe did not feel safe giving the position to Grim.

As she was cleaning somewhere else at the time, she also wasn't there when Tomoe, Grim and Ace burnt the Queen of Hearts statue, nor for the ensuing detention where the chandelier broke. But Irina used her bunny eyes(basically puppy dog eyes) to convince Crowley to let them try to get the magestone instead of being expelled right away. She wasn't even fully intending to— she really just wanted to ask Crowley about it, and then, feeling bad for Tomoe for being in the same situation as her— homeless, basically, with no way home— she kinda just…accidentally convinced him by saying she was worried for Tomoe, Crowley realizing 'oh shit what if people found out I kicked her out—imagine the lawsuits'. And Irina being genuinely worried enough that it showed on her face was, in part due to being worried for Tomoe herself yes, but mostly she just didn't want to be alone in that big house with just the ghosts. And, somewhere in the back of her mind, she kept thinking that, if Tomoe did actually manage to stay, she would be happy with Irina and like her more. And Irina's people-pleasing is chronic.

Whether or not Irina actually intends her bunny eyes even 50% of the time is up for debate. She's also unconsciously gotten used to always looking like a kicked puppy due to the fact that people underestimating and pitying her has really helped her in life. Not to mention the fact that she's not very good at hiding it when she's feeling something, so her anxiety often shows on her face.

Irina ended up being in the same class as Sebek, and given her experience with people yelling, she did not like the experience one bit, always hoping she'd get a seat as far away from him as possible.

Book 1

During the events of Book 1 she mostly just followed Tomoe around, not speaking much unless she herself was directly adressed. She almost started crying when Riddle yelled at her to wear her tie correctly, which soured her entire perception of him for the rest of the school year, making her scared of him. Though she also ended up somewhat latching onto Trey as one of the few people she felt a little bit less on edge around than others, the only other at that point being Tomoe.

Though in general, she was mostly left to her own devices, since Tomoe, as the Housewarden, is the one Crowley most often calls on to do tasks for him. She hates having so much time to herself, alone, since that's when her bad thoughts strike again. Realizing that Tomoe being so busy meant she wouldn't have time but that Irina did, she ended up applying for a job at Mostro Lounge shortly after Riddle's Overblot, and was hired as a waitress.

In so doing, she became acquainted with Ruggie, the unofficial Savannaclaw Vice-Housewarden, as they happened to have quite a lot of their shifts together, and he was also the one responsible for training her. He was relieved she picked it up rather quickly. It was kinda like they could just...feel, that they were from somewhat similar backgrounds, or at least had similar experiences, so they quickly began to feel a silent kinship with each other.

And during her work, Floyd seemed to take somewhat of an interest in her, giving her the nickname 'Shrimpy' for her short stature, pink hair and general skittishness. He often played pranks on her and tried to get her attention, saying it was because "Your reactions are so funny Shrimpy~ and you're real nice too." However, she seemed to be really good at handling his typical mood-swings, at least compared to most other people, actually taking his emotions seriously and suggesting work-arounds and compromises rather than scolding him whenever he 'just didn't feel like it'. And so Azul decide to put her on 'Floyd duty'. And if she were to admit it, it was...kinda nice. Having someone seem so excited to see her, who'd pick her up and hug her in that bone-crushing way she'd always craved but never had the courage to ask anyone for. She developed a small crush on him as a result. Though, as she did with most things in her life, she tried to ignore it.

Book 2

When Tomoe and Grim were assigned the task of investigating, Irina was mostly occupied with her Mostro Lounge work, feeling it was her way of helping by supplying some kind of income to Ramshackle not entirely dependent on Headmage Crowley. So she went to work, completing her shift, then back to Ramshackle. It didn't leave her with a lot of free time. But she still felt...lonely.

She didn't feel like she was really close to anyone. She was envious of Tomoe for having friends. But at the same time, Irina didn't really want to make any, if that makes sense. It felt like way too much effort for what she expected would be a shallow friendship that ended quickly, like all her other friendships— if it even got to be a friendship at all.

One night she'd just been laying in bed unable to sleep, hearing the distant whispers of her parents fighting at the edges of her mind like usual, and deciding to go outside just to escape the confined room and get some kind of distraction from hearing them. She was incredibly startled hearing someone suddenly call out to her, having been too stuck in her own thoughts to notice him approaching like she usually could. She was honestly scared at first, though mostly as a result of being caught with her guard down, which she usually never was.

But as soon as she properly looked into his eyes, all that fear suddenly seemed to fade away in an instant. She didn't know why, but she suddenly started to feel relaxed in his presence, more so than she usually ever did. And she felt almost sad when he disappeared. But she told herself off for it; that was the first time she'd ever met him after all, and she didn't even know his name. But since he'd said she could call him whatever she wanted...

She'd call him Peridot, after the color of his eyes. 'Peri' for short.

Tomoe's first reaction to the name 'Peri' was to laugh, explaining that it made her think of Perry the Platypus. And once she'd also had the thought, Irina couldn't help but laugh too, 'Peri' being exchanged for 'Perry' in her mind after that point.

Book 3

The influx of new workers after the exams and Irina being close to Tomoe, whom was actively working against him, lead to Azul deciding to fire Irina from her job at the Mostro Lounge. That, and he didn't exactly like her anyway, her timid and in his eyes 'cowardly' behavior reminding him far too much of his younger self for his liking.

She was probably the least distressed out of her, Grim and Tomoe to lose their 'home' at Ramshackle, being so used to nothing in her life ever being the same for very long.

To try to somehow make up for the fact that she was fired from her job, Irina started using the School Cafeteria's kitchen more often, so she'd be able to at least cook for Grim and Tomoe. She felt like if she didn't, she was just a burden on the dorm in general, since food expenses had to cover her, too. And there, she encountered Jamil, the Scarabia Vice Housewarden. She instantly began to see right through his facade. From there she'd end up observing him every time they were both in a room. And he, in turn, did the same. He easily noticed that she seemed tailored her words, moods, reactions and even style of humor to whoever she was talking to at any given moment. And he found he could relate to that— always wearing a mask in front of others— and even admired how well she could adapt the mask to suit the person and context. Once, he asked her about it; how she could so seemingly effortlessly mirror people like that. The question shocked her to her very core. No one had ever noticed that about her before. She didn't really know how to react. So she just said the truth: she had no idea how she did it. she just did. She'd been doing it so long that she'd forgotten when she started, that it was just second nature to her. But she was still surprised he noticed that about her at all, since no one else ever had. And through her revealing more and more just how good at observing others she was, revealed to him everything she'd gathered about him: He was overworked and looking after Kalim against his will, probably due to some larger circumstances that wouldn't just be solved with a long conversation. He was tired of always doing everything everyone else wanted and never being given any support himself. Jamil was shocked that she managed to hit the nail right on the head so well. And also impressed. They started talking more about their observations of other people, and this, for once, seemed to be an area in which she had him beat. She had not only her direct observations, but also a very good sense of intuition and gut feeling, that was rarely ever wrong. But on the whole, their opinions and observations were often quite similar. So they ended up becoming good friends.

She ended up being asked by some Student or other if she'd thought about joining a club yet. She hadn't, not even really knowing which clubs actually existed. And so she decided to take a look to see if anything seemed interesting; she had a lot more free time after being fired from her job anyway. When she saw that there was a 'Gargoyle Appreciation Club' and that it had only one member, she knew instantly who that must be, and decided to join it.

Book 4

She was in a different room from Tomoe and Grim and so didn't try to to escape. And when the others were flung out of the dorm, she was the only one of them who Jamil let stay, even offering to make her his vassal, the Vizier to his Sultan, as a form of 'reward' for being able to recognize his greatness even as he hid it.

(Azul also ends up disliking Irina even more due to now being jealous that she's friends with Jamil while he won't even give Azul the time of day)

When Lilia showed up to give her the postcard, she knew who it must have been from. And so she asked Lilia to wait for a second, rushing into her room to get a box, with a letter attached, which she asked him to give to the sender of the postcard. It was a birthday gift for her friend Peridot; a clay tea pot, its spout designed to look like a little dragon, the handle on the opposite end sculpted into the shape of a scaly tail. The letter contained not only wishes for him to have a happy birthday, but also an explanation of the spout. She wanted to give him a Gargoyle as a gift, but she also wanted to make sure it was an actual Gargoyle, with a clear purpose, rather than just a decorative Grotesque. So she settled on a tea pot! Since it serves as the spout, the 'needs water spout' element of a Gargoyle was cleared, as well.

She wasn't there to see it, but when he got her gift and read the letter, he was so beside himself with joy that for the first time in at least a century, there was sunshine in Briar Valley. Not only was it a birthday gift from his best friend, hand-crafted no less, it was also incredibly thoughtful, proof to him that she'd been listening and paying attention to every single word of all his rambles about his beloved Gargoyles. The next time they met again, before any words could be spoken he quite literally picked her up off the ground and spun her around as a way to say 'thank you'. That was the moment she admitted to herself that she'd fallen in love with him.

He ended up insisting on them drinking at least one cup of tea for all their club meetings after this point, so he got a chance to use it. And he also insisted on the same for every single Housewarden meeting he went to, which he'd started to actually know the times and places of thanks to Irina knowing through Tomoe and telling him. If he'd had any less decorum he would have literally shoved the pot in the face of random people in the halls; he was that happy about it.

Book 5

She took a while to get used to there being people other than her, Tomoe, Grim and the ghosts living in Ramshackle. At first Vil reminded her a bit of how her mother used to be in her calmer moments, and it made her feel uneasy. She was also scared of Rook at first since he kept popping up out of nowhere and she, due to her trauma, gets scared really easily. She's also the one who gives Malleus the tickets to the SDC. For their booth at the cultural festival Irina made a bunch of small clay figurines of Grotesques and then wrote above them the differences between them and Gargoyles, to educate people.

When Tomoe meets Malleus for the first time, she lightly teases Irina, asking "So this is the famous 'Perry the Platypus."' Irina got very embarrassed, and Malleus, eyes wide with surprise, asked if that was meant to refer to him. Irina, face burning with embarrassment, then explains the name and its connection to a certain animated Platypus spy, but also says her nickname for him was actually supposed to be short for Peridot. It ended with Malleus bursting out laughing right then and there, Irina, still embarrassed, saying: "W-was it really that funny?" It then becomes a recurring inside joke of him calling himself 'her platypus friend'.

When Malleus began to fix the stage, not being used to magic and thus a bit scared at first, Irina moved close to his side out of reflex, feeling safer there. It made him really happy to think that for once, not only was there someone who wasn't afraid of him, but she even felt safe around him. Though she became very flustered when she realized she'd been gripping onto his jacket arm.

Book 6

She stays behind at NRC, staying in an unoccupied room at Diasomnia and waiting for Tomoe, Grim and everyone else to come back.

Book 7

I have not yet read Book 7, but! This time it's Irina's time to shine instead of Tomoe! Irina understands why Malleus does what he does, she also hates losing people; that's why she's not going to lose him to his Overblot.

Also, I didn't know where else to include this, but Crewel is her favorite teacher. She wants to do well in his classes and get his approval. She always does her absolute best and asks for clarification from him often to make sure she's doing it right, so an accident doesn't happen, hence why Potionology is her best subject. He praises her careful nature, and it makes her absolutely soar with joy. There's nothing that makes her happier than when she does well and gets a good grade and he pats her head and calls her 'good girl'- which she is one of very few students to hear often. She wishes he was her father. She's come very close to accidentally calling him 'dad' multiple times.

And on the topic of me technically having 2 'Yuu's, here is which events Irina would go to. If there is a Story Event not on this list, assume Tomoe went:

The Phantom Bride: Love at First Fright Twisted Halloween: Terror is Trending A Firelit Sky: Over the Sands The Harveston Sledathon Camp Vargas 2: The Art of Survival Sam's New Year Sale: 2024 (EN server) Glorious Masquerade: Let the Bell of Solace Ring Fairy Gala: Operation Illusive Evolution Twisted Tsumderland 2 Tapis Rouge

More sprites:

Bonus: 'Family' & Friends

Anthony Barret & Diana Barret/Popova

Clover the Plush & 'Clover' the 'imaginary friend'

[thesunmeltedthegrayaway]

Fluff Alphabet: Young!Johnny Lawrence Edition

A = Affection (How affectionate are they?)

Johnny is pretty affectionate, physically and verbally. I feel like he’s one of those people who is also big on PDA. 

B = Beauty (what do they admire their s/o? What do they think is beautiful about them?)

Your boldness and fire. You aren’t going to take things lying down and you’ll stand up for yourself no matter how big or intimidating someone may be.

C = Cuddling (how do they like to cuddle?)

I feel like Johnny would be into the basic head on chest cuddle or the koala bear cuddle.

D = Dates (what does their ideal date with you look like?)

Golf n Stuff, movies, arcade, taking drives, and bike rides. All those things are your usual date nights.

E = Emotions (how do they express emotions around you?)

As affectionate and open as Johnny may be with your relationship. Drawing his more heavy emotions out of him are a struggle.

F = Fight ( Would it be easy to forgive their s/o?)

This dude is extremely stubborn, so you both would probably end up giving each other the silent treatment. But he’s the first one to talk out of the two of you.

G = Gentle (How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)

Extremely gentle with you emotionally and physically.

H = Holding Hands (when/how do they like to hold hands?)

Most likely holds your hand a lot whether it be because he wants to or because he wants to send a message telling everyone that you’re together.

I = Injury (how would they act if you got hurt?)

Would seem calm and collected on the outside but is screaming on the inside. Tries to calm you down and wants to kill the person if someone else hurt you.

J = Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous?)

Gets easily jealous, feels the urge to punch the person who is flirting with you in the face.

K = Kisses (how do they like to kiss you?)

Kisses with Johnny are pretty passionate yet sweet.

L = Love (how do they show you they love you?)

He’ll show his love physically but more verbally than anything. His favorite part about your dates are the moments were you two will just talk about anything and everything. Mostly because it gives him the opportunity to give you so many compliments and flirts it’ll make your head spin.

M = Memory (favorite memory together?)

The first time he met you, Dutch being Dutch was aggravating the fire out of you during a party you had both been invited to. You ended up throwing your drink in his face before storming off. His heart skipped a beat when you passed by him. He was determined right then and there to get into a relationship with you.

N = Night (How are nights spent with them?)

You’re usually out either at the beach or the hills. You’ll admire the view and environment and just talk with one another.

O = Open (When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?)

Feelings for you wise, he’s very open with how he feels. But things with his family and other troubles plaguing him are a bit harder for him to reveal.

P = Patience (How easily angered are they?)

He’s never that usually angered by you. The only fights you really ever have are regarding his jealousy and when it involves that he can get pretty defensive.

Q = Quality Time (how do they like to spend time with you?)

Besides dates his favorite way to spend time with you is when you go out on his motorcycle. (Mostly because of the iron grip you have on him whenever he speeds up.)

R = Romance (How romantic are they? Cliché or rather creative?)

He’s romantic and he’s pretty cliché too. I feel like he’s the kind of person to throw the cheesy “The most beautiful view I see is you” line.

S = Security (How protective are they?)

He’s pretty protective (maybe sometimes overprotective.) If someone insults you or looks at you the wrong way they better run because they won’t only have you coming after them but him too

T = Time (how long did it take you to get together?)

Only because of they way you met it took you two a month or two to get together. 

U = Upset (how do they act when you’re upset?)

He’ll try to comfort you as much as possible or if you’re just too upset to talk he’ll hold you and ride out the storm of your emotions.

V = Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks?)

He’s definitely the type of person to spend an hour on there hair alone. He’s prideful in his looks and will do everything possible to impress you with them.

W = Wildcard (random headcannon)

Dutch had been poking and prodding you the entire night. All you wanted to do was go to a party with your friends and have a relaxing time. But Dutch had other ideas.

“I swear to god if you touch me one more time you are going to end up on your ass.” You hissed slapping his hand away. 

He began to laugh at you, before getting his friends attention. There was a blonde boy looking over at him apprehensively. “You hear that John, they’re going to knock me on my ass.”

“Dutch just leave them alone.” He said tensely.

“I’d love to see you try to sweetheart.” He replied ignoring Johnny, he bent down to your level giving me a playful pout. “You couldn’t do anything to me if you tried hon-”

His sentence ended in a sputter due to your drink being thrown in his face.

“Douchebag.” You grumbled before walking away.

“What a firecracker...” Johnny mumbled as he watched you stomp out of the house.

X = X-Ray (how well are they able to read you?)

He’s not always the best at reading you but he tries his best,

Y = Yuck (What are some things they wouldn’t like, either in general or in a partner?)

Plain and simple, Johnny could not stand it if his partner was using him or cheating on him.

Z = Zen (what makes them feel calm?

Motorcycle rides with you.

[onecantsimply]

Hi! could you do some general Headcanons of Shin, En and Caiman's married life with a cute, shy, kind and weak reader? (the reader is just a cute housewife who gets sick easily)

F u c k , y e s

En:

• He most likely doesn’t have much time for you due to business and work.

- He makes up with it with kisses and cuddles in the room.

• Though, if En isn’t busy and has free time with you, you guys would spend it by drinking tea, taking care of the mushroom garden together, going out to places, or just having a good dinner together.

- If you’re going out somewhere, En is making sure you stay close to him. He doesn’t want any other Sorcerer eying you up. The dude is having your hand locked into his own while you probably drag him to a shop you’ve been wanting to go to for a long time.

- If you guys are drinking tea together, your topics would most likely be about checking in with each other. Though it usually ends on what to do when the Cross Eye drama is done.

- Taking care of the mushroom garden together is a peaceful and rather quiet time, aside from the snipping of scissors and gentle placing of ready mushrooms in a basket.

- Dinner is usually a good talk about the same topics. But in the end, you two end up getting to bed. Depending on who the tired one is, the other will hold them close and make sure they’re comfortable before going to sleep.

• Even En doesn’t know how he got with you. He thought he liked people that could stay on par with him, and could just shut him up whenever he would throw a small fit.

- But you came along, and happened to prove him wrong. You shut him up in a way of your own. Your simple, but kind and shy nature happened to get the better of him.

• Still, while you are weak, it gives En a feeling of protectiveness over you. A slightly manipulating one as well. Due to your weak personality, you would trust En so much to believe mostly everything he speaks of.

• If you get sick, En has Noi by your side immediately.

- But if she isn’t available, En will have goons taking care of you every day you’re down in bed.

- While he may not be able to do anything with you in the midst of the moment because of work, he will make sure to visit you sometime.

Shin:

• Cleaner work gets in the way most of the time, which has Shin rather irritated.

- He wants to spend time with you, but he has to get the jobs out of the way. Shin hates to keep you waiting.

• Though when he gets back, he’s utterly tired. It’s either that he’s exhausted, or he’s just unsatisfied from the weak people he has to kill.

- You cooking shit up though. Even if Shin says that you could just get food from a restaurant of En’s.

- Not like Shin’s complaining though. He’ll eat your cooking without any complaints as long as it fills up his stomach.

• You sometimes get mad at how Shin smells whenever he comes back home-

- “I’m not having you come back home smelling like ghoul shmex, and ass cheeks. Take a fucking shower-“

- Even with your kind nature, you still say shit like that and it intimidates Shin to a small level-

- Back then, it just intimidated him to his being, but now that he’s been through it such an amount of times, he’s used to it.

• If you get sick, Shin really has no choice but to bring Noi to you.

- He really doesn’t know how to deal with your sickness otherwise.

- The guy probably didn’t even know you were sick until you either started to cough, sneeze, or kind of just throw up or faint.

- He’s kind of irritated that you didn’t tell him-

Caiman:

• You’re probably someone who works in the Hole. Maybe someone with Vaux.

- Met while Caiman finally woke up from losing his memories.

- Questioning him and his memories went to you and your own hobbies.

- You two got to know each other from there, and you started to catch feelings after.

• Your married life with Caiman…

- Either that you’re cooking Gyoza with Nikaido when off work, waiting for Caiman to come to the Hungry Bug; You’re working with Vaux, helping other Sorcerer victims however you can.

- Whenever Caiman kills a Sorcerer in front of you, you can be either disgusted or plain happy. Depending on your situation, you can be clinging to Caiman, or he can be clinging to you.

• The fact that you’re a regular Human married to a lizard guy like him makes him… feel warm.

- Since he’s just never felt this way with anyone else, and that you actually had the same feelings for him.

- Caiman sometimes questions things or gets deep into his feelings whenever you two can be alone.

- However, nothing sleeping or cuddle sessions won’t fix.

• You being a regular and weak Human however can get you into situations where Caiman has to go with you to certain places.

- But you being like that can make Caiman feel as if he’s a regular person. Not a random guy with a lizard face that guts sorcerers whenever he has the chance.

-

Sorry that this was all over the place-

I didn’t have a specific topic to talk about-

[mrs-cameron]

in my business (part 1)

Masterlist | “Guilty of eavesdropping”

pairings: slowburn rafe cameron x reader, bit of jj x reader

count: 2.7k

warnings: swearing, implication of drugs, Rafe is a bummer

summary: Much to his surprise, Rafe Cameron finds himself a little too interested in Y/n’s personal life after one overheard conversation.

Tanneyhill wasn’t your home - at least that’s what your parents always reminded you of - but you couldn’t resist spending most of the summer there with your best friend Sarah. Wheezie would sometimes join to watch a comedy with you or hear all the gossip around your lives, as younger siblings do.

And you had stories to tell.

Especially now that Sarah has been hanging out with John B for a while, planning to break up with Topper but never actually daring to, the drama was building up bit by bit. You weren’t saint either, hiding her fling from Topper. She hated when you referred to her favorite pogue as her sneaky link, assuring you nothing happened between them (yet?).

You couldn’t help but feel bad about keeping it a secret from Topper, you did consider him a good friend of yours. Though some of his decisions and actions were questionable, you knew that they might’ve been influenced by none other than Rafe Cameron.

Rafe was one of your closest friends too, you grew up around each other. You would hang out a lot when you were little, but then you drifted apart, Rafe preferring his «boys squad» and you making your girlfriends a priority as well.

As you grew up though, you noticed that back-and-forths was your only way of communicating with him. Despite calling him out on his shit all the time, you were never his target. Maybe somewhere deep inside he knew you were right, but he wasn’t the one to admit being wrong. Or it’s just that Rafe Cameron was stone deaf to any criticism of his behaviour or way of words.

Your relationship with Rafe worsened when he went to college. People could find it weird, if it weren’t for him messing up relationships with pretty much everyone over the past year. You could blame it on dropping out of college. The reason why you were sympathetic to him and let go of your mismatch is that he simply had too much on his plate.

But that’s what kook life is, right? Accepting people around you, good or bad. Just as long as their bank account matches yours, anyway.

This summer, when you weren’t sneaking out to the Cut to hang out with the pogues with your best friend, you would hang out with him and the kooks. Having each other around for most of your conscious life, you and Rafe were chill about one another. Besides a couple of moments here and there.

It was another day at your best friend's house. Sarah invited you to hang out (read: do nothing), as usual, and you agreed. At the moment, she was calling to order drinks and food for the party. Her throwing it was a secret from Ward, who was still at the house, about to leave for a business trip. Therefore, she was calling the delivery services from her room, leaving you alone in the backyard.

“Didn’t expect to see you there. Hope you tip well,” you heard the familiar voice.

Fuck, fuck, fuck, you thought. JJ Maybank was right in front of you, working around the yard, his hands on a lawnmower and his eyes on you. Of course, he was the one to never lose a chance to make good money, and Ward had a soft spot for the Cut kids specially.

Sarah wasn’t the only one getting to know the pogues this summer. You, in fact, had a little crush too. And a fling. And a one-night stand. And the biggest regret after it. All in the course of 48 hours.

You wouldn’t even look at him, raising your glasses off your nose a bit, looking down on your body. “I’ll think about it if you stop blocking the sun,” you said, putting your sunglasses back on and closing your eyes.

“What’s the point? You poured like half a bottle of sunscreen on you, the sun has more chances of getting Y/n’s exposure,” he said, sitting down to fix the lawnmower.

You didn’t answer, hoping the conversation would end there and you would both go on your merry way. And you promised yourself to keep it cool: you were somewhat interested in JJ, he moved on right after you slept together, as expected from a hookup. It was you who got it wrong, hurting your own feelings.

"Mama’s mad. Don’t bite my head off,” he shouldn’t have said that. At that point, there was no going back.

Rafe woke up at a usual time. His head was still spinning from the amount of alcohol he took over the past two days. Summer in the OBX was wild for both tribes. He went downstairs to get some food when he heard your voice and a voice he couldn’t recognize. The boy carefully opened a window in the kitchen without making a noise to understand what’s going on, still sleepy.

“How’s this girl, from yesterday’s party? I don’t remember her name, um...” you snapped your fingers.

“Oh, so that’s what it’s about? I slept with another girl and you’re mad?” JJ asked.

From that moment, Rafe was all ears.

“JJ, I am not your fan by any means, okay? You can sleep with whoever you want to,” you weren’t exactly lying, your crush was a little overblown by the alcohol and the adrenaline of being on the other side of the island. “That being said, it’s the timeline I have issues with. I sleep with you and hours later, I find out you sleep with someone else. Did you get a break? A good sleep?” you were sarcastic but it did the job of explaining your problem.

“It’s an ego thing then, or something?” he asked, leaving you confused. JJ Maybank met a million and one girl but still couldn’t figure them out?

“Next time you want to sleep with two girls in one night, warn me because I never signed up to be in a competition,” you said, sipping your iced coffee, which was now basically 90 percent warm water. You squinted at it, putting it back on the table.

“Sharing is caring, Y/n, girls supporting girls and all that,” he laughed and shook his head. “Quick question, would you be less mad if I slept with a guy?” JJ suggested and you zoned out for a moment, rethinking your attitude.

“Well no, that’s totally not the point,” you laughed, making JJ more comfortable.

“Now we’re smiling. Let other women, men and me be, you gatekeeper!” You both chuckled.

“We’re good, JJ, it’s just...” you paused to form a thought, “it’s just that it was a crazy night for me, you know. You don’t owe me anything, I don’t want you to think I’m crazy.” Forming a thought? Failed.

“Oh, I do think that. A good kind of crazy, though,” he replied.

JJ was smart enough to not bring up Sarah and John B into the conversation. You had an agreement to not talk about the Sarah and John B thing anywhere, the Chateau being the exception. You exchanged a couple of words with JJ, he then left you to finish working.

Rafe stood there completely shook. He never saw it coming from you of all people. You’ve never been around pogues, if anything, it was someone like Kie who had their foot in both worlds.

Y/n hanging on the Cut. Y/n and JJ Maybank. This is not a dream. Good morning, Rafe Cameron.

—

The party started at about 10 pm, taking place only outside the Camerons' residence because Sarah said there was no way in hell she’d let the crowd inside her house to break the furniture and spill alcohol everywhere.

You hung out with Kelce, sitting by the drinks. You weren’t interested in speaking to anyone joining you and your already tipsy friend. You were a little drunk yourself, bored too. Sarah snuck out last minute, despite it being her idea to throw the party in the first place. That John B kid was blatantly stealing your BFF all the time.

You were getting tired of the repetitive conversations. Truthfully, you’d prefer kegger over the company of all your fellow Kook Academy attendees, Kelce being the only exception. Finally, you excused yourself and left the company. Getting out was your only wish at the moment. Was entering the house forbidden? Sure. Well, not for you.

The house was almost completely dark when you entered. You went straight into the kitchen to drink some water and recharge a little bit, all the socialization was draining your energy levels quickly.

You thought you heard some noise in the living room, but you convinced yourself it was coming from the outside. Then you heard a loud snort. Shit, here we go again, you thought. You coughed to let him know you were in the house.

The cough definitely stopped whatever he was doing in the next room. You walked toward the doorframe, leaning back on it, looking at Rafe Cameron trying to clean up the table.

“What’s up, Y/n? You don’t enjoy the party?” He leaned back on the couch, swiping his hand on his nose.

You looked blankly at the scene. It was quite dark to see anything, but you had a good idea of what was going on anyhow.

“Not sharing today?” It was a surprise he wasn’t running around trying to sell some to everyone at the party.

“Thought I’d give myself a rest today,” he knew you’d clown him for everything he would do, so he might as well play into it. “It’s a lifestyle, you wouldn’t get it.”

“Maybe you should get another hobby,” you were getting under his skin with all the judgment in your tone. You weren’t the one to shame anyone, but you had been concerned for Rafe lately.

“What would your recommendation be? Fucking around on the Cut? Shit, I’ll stick to mine.”

Touché. Rafe was mad. He got up and went to the kitchen, leaving you speechless by the comment. Only Sarah and the Pogues knew about your night with JJ, so him knowing this information threw you off for a second. You followed him to the kitchen.

“What do you mean, Rafe?” Maybe he didn’t mean it in a literal way?

“I thought your standards for dudes were higher, but Maybank is your all-time low,” he drank from the water bottle you opened before, putting it back in the fridge.

You weren’t hurt by his words. The resentment between the kook and the pogue boys started when they barely knew how to walk. What surprised you was how fast the gossip spread around.

“Down bad. How do you even know about this?” You asked, trying and failing to seem unbothered.

“Yelling about it loudly in my backyard isn't the brightest idea, and you know, you’re welcome all the time, but maybe wipe that dirt that you call a pogue on the mat before you come in.”

“Who of the less fortunate hurt you so much that you throw a tantrum every time you see one?” You sat on his kitchen counter, purple light from the party now shining on you through the window.

“No one, I prefer to do the hurting first. What did you forget on the Cut anyway? It’s weird to see someone like you macking on these weirdos,” he came closer to you.

You laughed, ignoring his question for obvious reasons. “Can I have an approved list of the contestants? I’m lost.” You took your phone from your pocket, opening the note app. “Contestant number one: Rafe Cameron. Instantly crossing him off,” you smiled.

“Damn, Y/n, what did I do?” he played along, taking the phone from you, uncrossing his name. He always played along.

“Guilty of eavesdropping, Sarah wouldn’t be a fan. Thank you, next,” you laughed.

“Cross Topper and Kelce off too, I’m not letting you hurt them, you’re a crazy lady,” he smiled and handed your phone back, your knee accidentally touching his torso.

“I wouldn’t go there though. You’re a brat,” he looked down on you, different this time. And you reciprocated the long stare, pulling him a bit closer to you. He put his hands on your waist. “Do you mind?” He asked.

“Mind what, bestie?” Rafe looked at you with a little smirk, his hair falling over his face a little. He moved even closer and pressed his lips agains yours, standing between her legs as you wrapped them around him. Rafe’s hands dropped to your thighs as yours were on his shoulders.

Loud door slam stopped whatever was going on between you two, then the lights were turned on in the entrance room. You quickly jumped off the kitchen counter, holding onto Rafe to not lose your balance. He murmured fuck to you, you motioned him to stay quiet.

“Yeah, but the hell you were all night?” That was Topper screaming.

And there she was, your best friend. Under fire for understandable reasons. “I was out with Scarlet. We went to get the wine she wanted”.

Liar. Scarlet wasn’t even friends with Sarah anymore, bold of Topper to assume you two had someone other than one another.

Sarah entered the kitchen, Topper following her. She stumbled a little bit at the sight of the figures of you and Rafe, not expecting to see anyone in the house, especially in the dark.

“Shit, didn’t hear you here,” she said and turned on the lights, visibly relieved at the fact that the conversation with Topper is now on hold.

“The hell you’re doing here? The party is outside,” Topper asked, his temper was still showing.

“Sarah, your party sucks,” Rafe said calmly, then stormed off out of the room without looking at you. Sarah only rolled her eyes at her older brother, following him with an annoyed look.

“Whatever. Y/n, you said you were going to stay the night, is it still on? Let’s make something to eat too, and preferably not go outside anymore. The party does kind of suck,” she shrugged her shoulders and went to the fridge.

“Top, are you staying? You can either help us cook or respectfully kick everyone out of the backyard because they get on my nerves,” you said, hugging your best friend Sarah from behind while she was looking for anything post-party appealing in the fridge.

That was a friend shield right there. You weren’t leaving Sarah’s side today. If he wanted to interrogate her, he would be to fight with her biggest advocate.

“Neither. I’ll go to Rafe. If he wants to scare off the crowd, we might just do that. I am so not in the mood though,” if looks could kill, Sarah would end her life right there, “but I can’t figure why. Goodnight, Y/N,” he quickly left the room.

Sarah signed loudly. “Shit, what would I even do if you weren’t there,” she hugged you back, smiling a bit because of the little date she had with her pogue boyfriend. “What were you doing there, again?”

You were questioning it too. “Drinking water to sober up a bit, Rafe was already in the house. He actually, um...” You didn’t know whether to tell her this, contemplating in your best friend’s arms.

“We had a fight with JJ about, you know... and he heard that,” Sarah’s mouth dropped. “We said nothing about you though, he has no idea, don’t worry.”

“Are you okay, bub? Do you like... like JJ or...?”

“I’m okay. I’m not in love, it’s not even a crush at this point. We made up today, we're good. It, in fact, might be an ego thing at the end of the day,” you replied with JJ's words and Sarah smiled at you.

“Girl, I can feed your ego! Everyone, here is the coolest chick in the OBX!” She exclaimed, and her voice echoed in a quiet house. You bet Topper and Rafe had heard that.

You were thinking about what would have happened if they didn’t interrupt you and Rafe for the rest of the night. The past week of going out with new people alone seemed a bit too much, but that right there was a cherry on top of things to overthink. Would you have stopped right there, laughing it off? Would he stop?

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a/n: thank you for reading! i haven't written anything in such a long time (and it's my first time writing in english), i hope you enjoyed in as much as i did. i also have ~3-4 chapters done, so let me know what you think :)

Part 2

[eternal-armin]

sleepover headcanons.

because i really miss my friends and my boyfriend 😭😭😭😭 characters included: jean, sasha, armin, levi, hange, mikasa, annie, and asot armin.

‧̥̥͙‧̥̥ ̥ ̮ ̥ ⊹　jean.　⊹ ̥ ̮ ̥ ‧̥̥‧̥̥͙

⋆｡⋆༶⋆ dinner together is incredibly fun, usually it's pizza or something. he doesn't usually eat it but you basically bully him (excessive begging and pleading) into ordering some food

⋆｡⋆༶⋆ sleepovers are typically hosted in the living room with the good tv

⋆｡⋆༶⋆ mans got a good house sorry bout it

⋆｡⋆༶⋆ he also got matching themed pajamas WHY IS THIS SO FUNNY TO ME

⋆｡⋆༶⋆ but the moment you're in the house, it is pj time. no matter what. 3 in the afternoon? sleepover is starting now. get in your fuzzy jammies or istg

⋆｡⋆༶⋆ favorite activity is to boot up some really bad b-horror movies, make a big batch of good popcorn, and yell and throw popcorn at the screen when people make stupid decisions

⋆｡⋆༶⋆ you both end up cheering for the villain at the end. Who else are you gonna root for, the dumbasses on screen?

⋆｡⋆༶⋆ your ribs hurt by the end of the second movie and you have to take a break

⋆｡⋆༶⋆ so either it's trying and failing to cook or it's 2:40 am Taco Bell

⋆｡⋆༶⋆ usually in that order

⋆｡⋆༶⋆ and somehow it tastes like literal heaven and you spend 10 minutes in silence eating and staring at the city scape from a bridge

⋆｡⋆༶⋆ when you finally head back home, it's way more chill than before, and you usually fall asleep within, like, 20 minutes.

⋆｡⋆༶⋆ the house is a Mess when you both wake up

"ah fuck." "so, jean, i'm gonna head out-" "like hell you are!"

⋆｡⋆༶⋆ turn on some music and make it a competition. kick his ass in cleaning and he has to pay for your dinners for two days, and vice versa

⋆｡⋆༶⋆ you never cheat at that. but he does.

‧̥̥͙‧̥̥ ̥ ̮ ̥ ⊹　sasha.　⊹ ̥ ̮ ̥ ‧̥̥‧̥̥͙

⋆｡⋆༶⋆ fashionably late arrivals.

⋆｡⋆༶⋆ texts 'omw! :D' when she isn't even dressed

⋆｡⋆༶⋆ yeah no not fashionably late but just like... regular late

⋆｡⋆༶⋆ "guys guys guys! you'll never believe it!" as she has found your favorite snacks. or ordered them online because she couldn't find them anywhere else

⋆｡⋆༶⋆ you guys stay up playing games

⋆｡⋆༶⋆ flipping the table playing monopoly, losing candy playing blackjack, ruining friendships with uno

⋆｡⋆༶⋆ and usually people don't actually spend the night, leaving at like 1 am, but you end up passed out on the couch with your girlfriend, both sprawled not only on the couch but on each other

⋆｡⋆༶⋆ it is the deepest, most rejuvenating sleep ever

⋆｡⋆༶⋆ yknow how you feel when you're drenched in rain and change into your favorite hoodie and nothing else, and crawl under the blankets, and you're so warm and cozy that you immediately either fall asleep or basically purr?

⋆｡⋆༶⋆ yeah, that's how it feels to fall asleep with her after all these energy-draining fun shit with friends

⋆｡⋆༶⋆ and you usually wake up at.... 2 pm?

⋆｡⋆༶⋆ ive done that before. on a school day. such fun.

⋆｡⋆༶⋆ but when you do wake up you both just wanna stay there. still exhausted but in a good way.

"what do you wanna do for breakfast, honeybun?" "hhhhmmm... say it at the same time?" "order out!" "this is why i love you."

⋆｡⋆༶⋆ and you eat as fast as possible so that some of us can show up to our work shifts without seeming deadass hungover

‧̥̥͙‧̥̥ ̥ ̮ ̥ ⊹　armin.　⊹ ̥ ̮ ̥ ‧̥̥‧̥̥͙

⋆｡⋆༶⋆ starts with greets, ofc, very bubbly moments. drinks are served and snacks, a little bit of catch-up time, yknow

⋆｡⋆༶⋆ when y'all get older its typically wine or other alcohol you drink, maybe cocktails, or non-alcoholic mocktails

⋆｡⋆༶⋆ after that, though, it's game on.

⋆｡⋆༶⋆ multiplayer strategy games are super damn fun. armin tries to actually play properly, you play properly but also throw people off of the human fall flat map and keel over for twenty minutes, eren will also throw people off the map when they're just about to win, and mikasa will try to play properly and help everyone only to be thrown off the map

⋆｡⋆༶⋆ eventually someone has to go home and so eren, mikasa, and whoever else is there leaves

⋆｡⋆༶⋆ without fail, every time, armin is like "you can go too, seashell, it's alright"

⋆｡⋆༶⋆ "like hell i will. i'm having too much fun to go home!"

⋆｡⋆༶⋆ play rock paper scissors for movie-choosing privileges

⋆｡⋆༶⋆ armin won't admit it but sometimes he purposely loses because he loves watching the movies you're most passionate about

⋆｡⋆༶⋆ let's be real, mans has fucking memorized your rock paper scissors patterns

⋆｡⋆༶⋆ you get some good snacks, or a meal depending on the time and hunger level, and snuggle up together under a blanket

⋆｡⋆༶⋆ sometimes you've watched the movies so much you just talk the entire time, about random things or about the movie, criticizing the actors' choices and joking that you could do better

⋆｡⋆༶⋆ neither of you could do better. that's not a read that's just projecting

⋆｡⋆༶⋆ but sometimes you cry together at the endings to heartwarming or sad movies

⋆｡⋆༶⋆ and armin will become incredibly cheesy and affectionate during romance movies, just loves seeing you flustered oml i love this man so fucking much

⋆｡⋆༶⋆ you don't even know how you fall asleep, but you do, still leaning against him

‧̥̥͙‧̥̥ ̥ ̮ ̥ ⊹　levi.　⊹ ̥ ̮ ̥ ‧̥̥‧̥̥͙

⋆｡⋆༶⋆ basically just an extended hang-out sesh

⋆｡⋆༶⋆ coffee at 8 pm because you wanna spend as much time together as possible

⋆｡⋆༶⋆ extensive talks at the table about random things.

⋆｡⋆༶⋆ sometimes about the job climate recently, sometimes about how bad/good the coffee is, maybe about where you wanna go for coffee next, how levi is better than all the cafes, how poor levi's sarcasm is, somehow the conversation gets switched to the recent science discoveries and the fermi paradox and the great filter theory

⋆｡⋆༶⋆ and after those very enlightening conversations, and after having a light dinner or snack, you pull out the latest in terrible literature

⋆｡⋆༶⋆ neither you nor levi are big on the tv-show scene, only catching some shows and none of them are usually on by the time you stop talking

⋆｡⋆༶⋆ "how about we split open a bottle of vodka and read this book aloud until we're intoxicated by the bad writing and the 80-proof alcohol"

⋆｡⋆༶⋆ and levi always agrees because it's just too funny to pass up

⋆｡⋆༶⋆ put on some glorious orchestral tracks and lose your minds at the juxtaposition

"this is- this is fucking incredible. every feasible change that any editor would make involves fire! there is nothing redeemable about this trash book!" "did you know it was written by tyra banks" "WHAT"

⋆｡⋆༶⋆ after thoroughly destroying your insides by laughing so hard, you put the book away in the fireplace and cuddle in front of said fire

⋆｡⋆༶⋆ sometimes you fall asleep here despite the coffee and alcohol. it's just the best feeling to cuddle this cold but sweet man especially when he cuddles you back

⋆｡⋆༶⋆ but usually you don't fall asleep, and you silently enjoy each other's company. you already talked a lot, and the silence is comfortable

⋆｡⋆༶⋆ you hold him close and he holds your hand, strokes your hair

⋆｡⋆༶⋆ sometimes you ask existential questions, like what happens after death, what the purpose of things are if humanity will go extinct anyway, if the big bounce theory is real and what if it isn't

⋆｡⋆༶⋆ and occasionally he asks those questions

⋆｡⋆༶⋆ you have a pretty informed and casual conversation, and usually fall asleep to each other's voices. the fire had long died, and it is comfortably warm.

‧̥̥͙‧̥̥ ̥ ̮ ̥ ⊹　hange.　⊹ ̥ ̮ ̥ ‧̥̥‧̥̥͙

⋆｡⋆༶⋆ deadass, throws THE best slumber parties.

⋆｡⋆༶⋆ fully just- endless activities planned. video games, board games, poker, sometimes you end up doing a half-assed job at cooking, or going out and sitting on the roof of a car garage to look at city lights while eating a pizza with your friends

⋆｡⋆༶⋆ too much to do, no one ever sleeps. except levi. just passes out randomly and you guys pull a 'weekend at bernie's'

⋆｡⋆༶⋆ okay not really, but anyway

⋆｡⋆༶⋆ the activities are so spontaneous. sometimes someone plays music and hange pulls you in to dance

⋆｡⋆༶⋆ and once you guys start dancing it just starts everyone dancing

⋆｡⋆༶⋆ it feels so cool when you dance to 'lay all your love on me' but like specifically this version (its a bop oml)

⋆｡⋆༶⋆ once again except levi. but eventually you two (force) him to dance too, and even though hange's hands are only on you, y'all dance together

⋆｡⋆༶⋆ after the excitement dies down and everyone is tired, hange will pull up some true crime docs or something

⋆｡⋆༶⋆ lets be real, they love that shit

⋆｡⋆༶⋆ but you do too so no dice

⋆｡⋆༶⋆ honestly you can both fall asleep to those documentaries like babies to lullabies

⋆｡⋆༶⋆ sometimes you do stay up to discuss some of the things that happen in the documentary or your own theories. and when you occasionally get nightmares or paranoia, hange is right there to comfort you

⋆｡⋆༶⋆ usually with sleep butterfly kisses and quiet words of 'you're safe, i will always protect you, peanut'

⋆｡⋆༶⋆ and you not only feel comforted but also loved

why do all the people i simp for (minus robin) frickin--- anime characters 😭

‧̥̥͙‧̥̥ ̥ ̮ ̥ ⊹　mikasa.　⊹ ̥ ̮ ̥ ‧̥̥‧̥̥͙

⋆｡⋆༶⋆ plays abba all night and you both cry to 'slipping through my fingers'

⋆｡⋆༶⋆ but otherwise you're dancing. sometimes you play tokyo city pop and it is exhilirating and exhausting but so worth it

⋆｡⋆༶⋆ you end up laughing together, both out of breath from dancing like no one was watching

⋆｡⋆༶⋆ "hungry?" "hell yeah, let's get some food"

⋆｡⋆༶⋆ once again, like with jean, it's either failing to cook or hopping in the car and looking for late-night cravings

⋆｡⋆༶⋆ the longer you stay up, the more delirious and melancholy you both get. so conversations that were once sweet and wholesome turn into 'wanna talk about the infinite universe around us and how miniscule our lives really are'

⋆｡⋆༶⋆ somehow it makes you closer

⋆｡⋆༶⋆ maybe it's just because you're cuddling to reassure yourselves everything is okay

⋆｡⋆༶⋆ and it is, for a while

⋆｡⋆༶⋆ but you or her crack a ridiculous joke

⋆｡⋆༶⋆ and it's all smiles and laughs for five minutes

"mika i love you so much" "i could say the same, but it doesn't capture how much i actually adore you, sweetheart"

⋆｡⋆༶⋆ and she gets really cuddly when she's tired so you're in heaven

⋆｡⋆༶⋆ you wake up to her making a quick breakfast so she can eat with you in bed. the only time. food is allowed in bed. ya heard???

⋆｡⋆༶⋆ and you talk about what happened last night, what came up before bed, what you wanna do today, and you excessively thanking the increasingly-flustered mikasa, who always is just like 'it's fine, sweetheart'

⋆｡⋆༶⋆ but you're always insistent on paying her back, be that with cuddles and kisses or anything else

‧̥̥͙‧̥̥ ̥ ̮ ̥ ⊹　annie.　⊹ ̥ ̮ ̥ ‧̥̥‧̥̥͙

⋆｡⋆༶⋆ very affectionate during hellos even though annie saw you literally three hours ago. lots of hello kisses and a big ol' leonhardt bear hug guaranteed

⋆｡⋆༶⋆ you change into your pj uniform while annie prepares something to eat

⋆｡⋆༶⋆ the amount of confidence miss ma'am gains when you're alone at a sleepover is criminal. i hc that, behind closed doors, annie is very flirty, but why is it stronger during sleepovers

⋆｡⋆༶⋆ you accidentally play a song and she's like "wait that's awesome"

⋆｡⋆༶⋆ and you end up recommending more songs and making playlists for like the next hour and a half

⋆｡⋆༶⋆ joking and laughing and being completely surprised when a bad-looking song is actually a fucking bop

⋆｡⋆༶⋆ and sometimes you groove together and collapse on the bed together

⋆｡⋆༶⋆ "okay okay okay, that's- that's enough music. how aboutt..."

⋆｡⋆༶⋆ you give her The Look

⋆｡⋆༶⋆ and next thing you know, you're building a pillow fort. after convincing her for many minutes to join you, stealing the fairy lights to really make it grand

⋆｡⋆༶⋆ every time she's like "okay. this is kind of cool."

⋆｡⋆༶⋆ and you turn out the lights, boot up some good horror movies, and watch with only each other for comfort

⋆｡⋆༶⋆ annie never gets scared. which is complete bullshit because you always get at least creeped out and at worst, seriously scared

⋆｡⋆༶⋆ always, always, she cradles you like "aww baby you scared? it's okayy" and purposely honeys your voice

⋆｡⋆༶⋆ you pout the entire time. but it does feel nice so you don't pull away, however you do make it known that you are very sour

⋆｡⋆༶⋆ when you start yawning, she changes the movie genre so you don't get nightmares, and when you're like "hey why" she completely denies why she's doing it

⋆｡⋆༶⋆ and then admits two minutes later because your gaze

⋆｡⋆༶⋆ honestly you're like a teddy bear, she just falls asleep when she cuddles you laying down dont @ me

‧̥̥͙‧̥̥ ̥ ̮ ̥ ⊹　asot armin.　⊹ ̥ ̮ ̥ ‧̥̥‧̥̥͙

⋆｡⋆༶⋆ show up at his crib and lemme tell you it is a salem haven

⋆｡⋆༶⋆ dude i long to have the level of almost-creepy, gorgeous decor this man does. bookshelves filled with old, beautiful books

⋆｡⋆༶⋆ usually no one gets to see his home but you are his poppet, so you have the privilege

⋆｡⋆༶⋆ it smells surprisingly wonderful, and he has many activities planned. starting with reading, then giving you a few lessons regarding your poor sewing skills, tending to the herb garden and checking the assorted herbal essences and salves

⋆｡⋆༶⋆ and after all that is done, and harvesting some proper midnight herbs and such has been complete, you cook together. be it quick breads or desserts or something, it's sort of a ritual in and of itself, honestly

⋆｡⋆༶⋆ you both do it together, every part of making it, and you talk and joke excessively

⋆｡⋆༶⋆ and, in typical armin fashion, he will have plenty of innuendos and dirty jokes at disposal

⋆｡⋆༶⋆ mr whiskers may make a few (not-so-) subtle appearances

⋆｡⋆༶⋆ you sit together and eat. sometimes you sit upside down for the fun of it and he joins you because it's fun and neither of you know why

⋆｡⋆༶⋆ now eating upside down is a different story

⋆｡⋆༶⋆ after all this is out of the way, it's time to hang. boot up some action shows like alice in borderland, play some games like devotion and resident evil, and cue the even more excessive dirty jokes that i love this man so much for

⋆｡⋆༶⋆ by the time you finish baking it's already like 3 am but these affairs are always all-nighter events so its whatever

⋆｡⋆༶⋆ and sometimes other things happen, sometimes you play games until the sun comes up

⋆｡⋆༶⋆ and then sleep the day away. because neither you nor armin can make it through the day without like passing out, so you might as well pass out while cuddling

[the-soliloquies-of-sadists]

#255

This is a direct follow up to #35.

“Glad to see you make it up here ok. I’m Robert, and you are?... Eddie. Good to meet you. Did you enjoy the drive? It really is nice. That’s part of the reason why I live up here. We don’t get many clients that come up here. Most order on line, but you are the first of the season. I reviewed your e-mail again and I think I have a selection of rimchairs for you. It would help me to narrow down your selections more if you answer some additional questions….

“Here, let’s go into the workshop. So, is this going to be a chair for you? Good. Are you the ass or the ass eater? Will you ever go underneath it?... No? Ok. Don’t worry, the only time I go under mine is to work on it.... Women, men, or both?... Women. Is this part of a S&M or kink situation?... That’s fine. It’s very rare for me to find someone willing to spend all this money for the sensual aspects of eating ass. Did you bring a slave woman with you? That’s fine. Most straight men don’t….

“No, I prefer fags under mine; is that going to be an issue here? I only ask because, I want to find the best rim chair for you, and I have a wealth of expertise I rely on. I don’t want to share my experiences with you and have it be awkward.

“Good! Good! Unless we need him, the faggot is up at the main house. That reminds me, will you be using the rim chair for full toilet activities? No… you would be surprised with just how many people are. Hell, every single dominatrix I have made a rim chair for is into it. And some of those women are fucking brutal to their slaves.

“So here let’s start with these three. The left two are designed primarily for rear entry and this third one is for the front. Me personally, I prefer my slave lying behind me when he’s attending to my shithole. His tongue seems to go in deeper and at a better angle. And I don’t have to spread my legs when he’s there. That’s one of the big difference between men and women is that women are narrower than men. It gets uncomfortable at times. For me it’s just easier with it behind me. Do you have a preference?... That’s fine. They will be designed for front and rear entries, but structurally it will be designed one way.

“It’s really all about comfort. Comfort was actually that reason that got me into making rimchairs. What I saw out there was horrible. They were rimseats. To me rimseats are different than what I make. Rimseats are essentially toilet seats on legs. The faggot lies underneath, and I would squat down. I’m a big guy and I can’t sit that low for a long time, before my legs start to cramp up, about fifteen to twenty minutes at most. The problem with making the legs longer is that the faggot underneath is then straining to keep his head buried in the crack of my ass. Either it is straining to keep its tongue buried deep, or its head can move all around. Either way, the faggot tires quickly and it’s a piss poor rimjob.

“That’s why I started with the idea of transforming regular chair designs into rimchairs. I have throne-like chairs, deck chairs, reclining chairs, dining chairs, and so on. Every one has support for the toilet lying underneath, so that multiple hour-long sessions are not a problem. I can customize it to a specific head size, as well as how far in you want the slave’s face when you sit down. Or, some of the chairs allow for adjustability. I personally like feeling my faggot’s face getting wedged in there, and then to have its mouth lined up to connect with my shithole. That is priceless. No other feeling of power compares with it. If you are into slaves that are reluctant, I can make the head spaces very restrictive. I can even create a box, measured exactly to your slave’s head where they can’t move an inch. My slave tells me that it gets very claustrophobic under it. I even designed is so that the slave places its head in the box and the hinged platform lowers with a piece going below the slave’s chin preventing the slave from pulling out from underneath until you get up off the chair and let it out.

“I see you like the casual desk chair. I have one just like it at my work desk. My faggot is under that one for hours. I can be doing work, surfing the internet, or jacking off to porn. I’m not even paying attention to the tongue fucking I’m getting. It’s just adding to the general euphoria of what I’m doing.

“You have a wife, girlfriend, bitch slave, or whatever?... Oh you have an out of state friend with benefits that likes to eat ass? From what I have learned through the years, it’s hard to find a woman into it. That’s fucking awesome.

“If you really love your butthole tongued for a long time, maybe you should get a fag, until you find the right bitch. Seriously. I had one client purchase a similar seat to that one, that he had installed in his playroom. It was up against a wall. He enclosed the sides of the chair. There was a hole in the wall that the ass eater would crawl through. It was an 18 year-old faggot from down the street, and that fag tongue fucked like no other I have ever tried out, and yeah I tried it out. The most interesting thing is that they had a set time each week when they did this. The kid came in through a dedicated entrance, and the client sat down, neither of them said a word to the other. Truly amazing.

“Go on, have a seat. I’ll have it customed to your ass and thighs so that when you are sitting, your cheeks are comfortably spread. You know, those Carhartt pants are restricting your ass and legs. You’re not getting the proper placement of your ass.

“Why don’t you take them off? Other than me and shithead up in the house, no one is going to see you. I get maybe, maybe one customer a week. When we go into the design room to take measurements, I will need you to have them off. Leaving your underwear on is better than this. Briefs, no briefs. We don’t care…. Commando? We don’t care about that either.

“Look, if you think this is my way of seducing you, let me say that I like faggot boys, not real men like yourself. I get turned on when I know a man—a real hard working man—is getting his dick, ass, and everything else taken care of at the expense of faggots. I’m not talking about gay boys. I mean faggots, boys who exist to serve a real man, to take care of that man’s needs including draining his balls, eating his ass, and so on. To a faggot, draining your cock and eating your shithole is the reason for its existence, even at the expense of its own needs. So no, I wouldn’t dream of sticking my cock in you. You can count on that.

“Don’t worry about my faggot; its tiny pecker is permanently locked away. It has been that way ever since he got here last fall. You remember that first snowstorm we had? Well right before the snowfall hit its car ran out of gas, and it got stuck. At least that was its story. I made it an offer, find someone else to help in the snowstorm, or submit to me. I’ve kept it naked, with its pecker painfully locked up in that device ever since. I’ve trained it to service my shithole for hours on end. It hasn’t cum in the five months it’s been serving me.

“Let me text it to come down here…. No, it’s no problem. Go ahead and get comfortable. Take the pants off, leave them on the table. It’s best to put your work boots back on.

“That’s a beautiful cock you have. I bet the women love it. Stop the modesty thing. You are a fucking hot man, you should relish in the adoration. Have a seat. Doesn’t that feel good on your ass? You can feel the spread, but it doesn’t feel like you are falling in? Now imagine a moist tongue darting in and out of your crack.

“And speaking of a moist tongue, here’s the fag…. Faggot! This is Sir Eddie. Get under the seat and get to work….

“No more protesting. I don’t care how dirty it is. I saw your skid marks in your pants, the fag will clean you up. He lives for shit like this. Its tongue feels good in there, doesn’t it? Don’t answer, I can see it on your face. Just relax.

“I will be over there in the design shop if you need me. Try out any of the other chairs. The faggot will do whatever you want or need to feel good. You can stay as long as you like. Even over night or throughout the rest of the weekend. The fag will take care of everything for you. It’ll eat your farts, drink your piss, throat your shaft, take a beating, or whatever. Just tell it what you want, and it will comply. By the end you will understand why a faggot is better than a bitch. Make me a good enough offer, and I may throw the faggot in.”

[looooooooomis]

F I N A L  G I R L |  S E V E N

You were his final girl. And there was no chance in hell that anyone or anything was going to mess that up.

p a r t   s e v e n |  b l o o d

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pairing: Billy Loomis x f!reader word count: 6k warnings: s m u t (18 +!!!!!) lets just say this gif is a teaser as to what takes place in this chapter. major blood kink in this chapter. period play?? lmao sorry about it.

There was a shift after that weekend at Billy’s cabin, and you knew he felt it too.

It was never really that casual between you and Billy, that much you knew, but there was something that changed when the two of you got back to Woodsboro. There was something to be said about being able to openly show affection to the person you loved, to hold them and kiss them in public and you’d gotten that treatment in that little lakeside town. You felt like Billy’s actual girlfriend, not his plaything, not the bitch who was backstabbing her own best friend for a fucking boy, you were it.

And while Billy had always said that you were his girl, you hadn’t truly felt like you were until now.

Which was precisely what made tonight so fucking awkward.

Not only had you been coerced into going to the movies with the gang but, unbeknownst to you, Sid had taken it upon herself to fix you up on a blind date with one of Randy’s annoying friends from the video store.

Why had you agreed to this? You were a cold, calculating bitch behind the scenes when it came to fucking your best friend boyfriend and yet saying ‘no thanks, I’m not up for it tonight’ was beyond you? Were you just plain stupid or a closet masochist that thrived on dicey situations?

Either way, you’d never wanted to throw yourself into oncoming traffic more than you did tonight because not only were you trapped into an uncomfortable blind date with a guy you were fairly sure was frothing at the mouth at the idea of getting you alone in the car after all of this was said and done but you just so happened to be seated directly next to Billy.

You were smack dab in the middle of hell. Between a man you were fucking, a man you were disgustingly in love with and had just spent a weekend away with and a man you’d just met today but couldn’t stop playing handsy on your lap whenever he thought the others weren’t looking.

But Billy was always looking.

You knew that better than anyone. He had this innate sense of finding you in a crowded room. You could feel the weight of his brown eyes on you nearly every second of the day, soaking you up, taking every inch of you in, no matter who was around and tonight, as your ‘date’ smacked on his popcorn all the while feeling your thigh up any chance he could, Billy’s dept stare was tuned in and you knew it.

This had to have been karma. Karma for going away and having a beautiful weekend away with the guy you loved so wholly. The one whose girlfriend was on the other side of him with her pretty head on his stupid shoulder as you suffered in silence at just how fucking laughable this entire situation was.

“See that actress?” Your date, Anthony, whispered into your hear. He smelled like movie theatre butter. You wanted to scream. “Have you seen any of her other stuff?”

You were watching The Crucible and the actress in question was Winona Ryder. Everyone and their left nut had seen Winona Ryder in at least a dozen movies. Frowning, you blinked across at the man and blinked. “Yeah. I’m familiar with her work.”

Focusing ahead on the movie, you tried your damnedest to focus on what was going on but when you felt his slithery palm slide up your thigh, you were this close to pouring your Coke on his lap. Why the fuck had you agreed to this?

Pushing the man’s hand away as subtly as you could to avoid any unwanted attention from your friends, you bit down on the side of your mouth and heaved a quiet sigh. You deserved this. This was your punishment.

“She’s hot.” Your lovely date quipped, squeezing the area of your thigh just above your knee. “In that goth-girl next door kind of way.”

Was he getting off to Winona Ryder all the while coming on to you? Was he picturing Winona as he squeezed your thigh? You truly didn’t want to find out. Once again, you pushed his hand away and, this time, crossed your legs and leaned into the arm rest you were sharing with Billy.

The move was subtle, and you were barely even touching Billy but you needed to create a distance between yourself and Butter Fingers if it was the last thing you did.

With a subtle nudge to your arm, Billy’s eyes flickered towards you as his brows furrowed in question. The muscle in his jaw was pulsing in his cheek, that you could see even in the darkness of the movie theatre, and there was murder in his eyes as he sized up the man just over your shoulder. It was as though you could feel his blood pressure spike just looking at the guy and, as you held your breath, silently pleading with him not to make a scene that would undoubtedly give the two of you up, those brown eyes slowly found yours.

There was anger in his eyes, a palpable rage, but it was the look of pure despondency in his stare that made your own heart break. This wasn’t how it was supposed to be. He wasn’t supposed to be holding hands with Sid and you weren’t meant to be dealing with the idiot to your right.

How it felt up at the cabin, the freedom of loving each other and holding each other and kissing each other in broad daylight was how it was supposed to be. How love was supposed to feel.

Not this.

You were both hiding in plain sight. Putting on a façade to your friends, to each other whilst in public, and it was in that moment, in the middle of a crowded theatre, looking at each other knowing there wasn’t a damn thing either of you could do about it, that you felt that pain so intensely that it was hard to breathe.

Tears burned behind your eyes and you hated yourself for it.

You weren’t going to cry. You refused to cry over a situation you were willingly putting yourself in. This entire thing could have been avoided had you had a stronger backbone here. You weren’t the victim in this scenario. That was Sid. Sid was the one completely getting fucked over in this situation, not you. You had no damn right to feel this shitty because you were doing it to yourself.

This was just the high of the weekend wearing off and reality settling in. Until circumstances changed, this was your norm.

Swallowing back your nerves, it was all you could do to give Billy a small, barely-there smile before focusing ahead on the movie.

“I’m going to grab us another Coke,” you heard Billy say to Sidney. “Anyone want anything?”

“More popcorn,” Stu waggled his empty bag. “Maybe some Milk Duds, man.”

“Candy.” Tatum mumbled, not taking her eyes off of the screen. “Surprise me, I don’t care what kind.”

Billy nodded and took Stu’s money before he gently nudged you. “You want anything?”

You opened your mouth to speak but was cut off but Anthony. “You mind keeping it down, buddy?” He popped another handful of popcorn in his mouth. “We’re at the movies, not here for snacks.”

It was as though Billy’s wrath was physical as his dark eyes scraped over Anthony’s face. His mouth was pulled into a thin, hard line as Anthony’s pompousness sank in. Why couldn’t it be Randy beside you? Why had that dipshit agreed to take this asshole’s shift in order for you to go on a blind date with him? This entire fiasco could have been avoided had it been Randy.

“Yeah, I could use a drink.” You slinked out of your seat. “I’ll help you carry everything back.”

You didn’t wait for Billy as you marched down the aisle but, as you walked down the stairs and out of the theatre, you weren’t at all surprised to see him broody and annoyed as he followed you out.

“If anyone should be looking like that, it’s me,” you groused, falling in to step beside him as you made your way to the snack bar. “I’m stuck on a date with that asshole.”

“Don’t get me started on that,” he grumbled, grabbing his wallet out of his back pocket. “I told Sid to leave well enough alone, but she insisted.”

You hummed and lined up at the concession. “Lucky me.”

Again, you felt his stare before you actually lulled your head to the side to face him. Intense, searching eyes sweeping over your features in both concern and possible envy. “One word,” he muttered, stepping closer towards you. Too close. Not because you didn’t want him that close but because you were in public. Sid and Tatum and Stu and fucking Anthony were a stone’s throw away. “One word from you, baby, and I’ll take you home. Fuck that guy.”

You glowered across at him as though he’d grown a second head. “While I appreciate the sentiment, shit for brains, we’re in public right now. Your girlfriend could walk out any second and see or hear you.”

He seemed to mull over your words for a second but didn’t bother moving away from you. “Maybe I don’t care.”

“You do,” you rhymed off, shuffling closer to the front of the snack bar.

He ignored that. “Also, you’re my girlfriend. Stop calling her that.”

This was not a conversation the two of you should have been having in the middle of a fucking movie theatre. Looking across at him, you raised your brows and blew out a puff of air through your lips. Trying to keep up with Billy’s rationale of staying with Sid to ensure he doesn’t hurt her any further after her mother’s death all the while being with you was giving you whiplash. You knew he loved you and, begrudgingly, you loved him right back. And, a part of you knew, that he was struggling with being back in the real world just as much as you were since coming home from the cabin.

But this was not how he should have been handling it. Not out in the open like this. Especially while you were on a triple date with your friends in a theatre down the hall.

“Billy,” you muttered quietly, ensuring no one was listening in, “please let’s talk about this later. Not here. Not now. Let’s just get the fucking concessions and go, okay?”

He licked his lips and you watched his brown eyes flitter down your face before briefly looking at your own lips. He wanted to kiss you and fuck, did you want to be kissed by him.

But that wasn’t the deal.

So, instead, you watched as he took a hesitant step away from you before nodding his head once. “Yeah, okay,” he agreed, rubbing the back of his neck as he looked down at his shoes. “Tonight.”

“Sure,” you smirked, “I mean, if I’m not with Anthony, that is.” You almost laughed at how wide his eyes got as you uttered those words. But, when he saw the playfulness in your stare, he visibly relaxed and rolled his eyes as you continued. “The way he’s been mowing down on his popcorn all night has me wet as hell, so I might be busy with him later.”

“Yeah, yeah,” he grumbled with a shake of his head. Then, he turned to you and gave you a crooked smile. One that almost made this horrific ordeal worth it. “You’re a real bitch when you want to be, you know that?”

“Yeah,” you laughed, nudging him with your elbow. “I’ve been told.”

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True to his word, Billy slipped in through your unlocked window a little after midnight that evening with a bag of stale licorice and a drink he’d swiped from the gas station on the way over to your house.

“We didn’t get our movie date.” Was his explanation as he popped The Lost Boys into your VCR and all but hopped in bed beside you. When you’d remained standing by your dresser, eyeing him with both curiosity and sheer happiness radiating off of your face, all you got was a confused look out of Billy before he patted your mattress. “You going to get that ass over here or what?”

So, naturally, you’d joined him.

And it took all of thirty-two minutes of watching the film for the two of you to end up pawing at one another as the tension of the day slowly peeled off of you with every layer of clothing the two of you tore off one another.

In no time, you were both stark naked on your bed as The Lost Boys played on without an audience. All Billy cared about watching was you. Watching you writhe and moan. He could watch you do just about anything, but it was that dreamy look you got on your face whenever he touched you that he had imprinted into his skull. It didn’t even have to be sexual. You just had a certain look whenever the two of you connected, one that he felt but managed to keep stowed away inside of him, but one you expressed. It was happiness.

Pure, unadulterated, bliss.

He knew you. Knew your body in and out, knew how to get you to come undone, knew what made you tick, what made you squirm.

You were muscle memory to him, at this point.

He knew you better than he knew himself.

Which is why, when you subtly stopped him from slipping his fingers inside of you, that Billy’s focus went to your ass. The only time you pushed his hand away after he’d spent minutes sucking and biting and focusing on those perfect tits, was when you were on your period.

So, he didn’t push it.

The two of you had fucked a few times whilst you were on it but you were deadest on limiting that to the lighter days. The very beginning or the end. Never in the middle. But god, did he want to experience the middle days.

You were so fucking horny when you were on your period and why you thought he’d give a shit about how much blood came out of you as the two of you fucked was beyond him.

So, he’d focus on your ass. Something that drove you to the brink of insanity and something that made him harder than anything.

But tonight, it wasn’t enough.

He needed all of you.

Ever since the cabin, he’d needed more of you in his life. It had become nearly impossible for him to show any iota of affection for Sid now that he’d had a taste of what life felt like with you at his side. You were his Final Girl. His everything, if he was being completely honest. And, while he knew he couldn’t open himself up to you to that extent, not yet, he needed you to feel that raging darkness inside of him. Not too much of it, but just enough to gauge your reaction.

If you could handle a shred of it, maybe he could share more of himself with you.

The darker parts.

His hands stilled as they trailed down your body and, as he hovered over you, he bit his lip and slowly drew tiny circles into your hips. “You’re on your period, right?”

You nodded, your lips swollen from the amount of kissing having gone on since popping the movie in. “Yeah, but it’s not a light day.”

He nodded in understanding as he bit his lip. “You think we could try it, anyway?”

Your eyebrows raised in mild amusement. “By not a light day, I mean its kind of heavy, Billy. It’d look like a crime scene in here.”

Billy made sure to keep his face stoic, but the idea of the two of you fucking whilst covered in blood was nearly enough to make him come on the spot.

“Aren’t you curious?” He asked, dipping his head down to lick your painfully hard nipple. “It’s got to feel so fucking good, right?”

You ran your fingers through his hair and sighed in contentment when he began to suck your tit again. “It’s messy, though.”

“Lucky for you,” he released your nipple and kissed the sensitive flesh of your breast. “I like messy.”

Your head flopped back against the pillow as you thought over his request. I did feel good, but did you want Billy to have to witness you cleaning up a fucking homicide scene once he was through with you?

Blowing out a quiet raspberry, you eyed him with mock suspicion before he gave you those goddamn puppy dog eyes. “Ugh,” you groaned with a laugh, “fine. Let me take this fucking tampon out and I’ll grab a towel to put underneath me because it is heavy, and you will be grossed out.”

Billy’s cock twitched as he watched you roll out of bed before disappearing in the bathroom. Within a few moments, he heard the toilet flush and the sink run before you re-emerged with a towel in hand.

He could watch you parade around like that all day. Naked, eyes hooded from desire, nipples and lips red from where his mouth had staked its claim.

You were perfect.

A vision.

You were fucking everything.

“I’ve been wanting to try this with you for a while.” He admitted, watching you carefully roll the towel onto the bed before perching your ass directly on top of it so as to avoid any potential leakage onto your sheets.

“I wish I could say I was shocked.” You teased, laying back down. Spreading your legs, he watched you slip a finger through your folds to tease your clit.  

He swallowed as he watched you finger yourself. But then your words sank in and a panic settled in his chest as he swept his eyes up your body to meet your amused stare. “What’s that mean?”

You shrugged so casually as you continued the tirade on your own pussy. “All the scary movies we watch and stuff. You get hard as a rock if there’s a scene with a pretty girl and some blood.”

Billy froze. This was only supposed to be a peek inside of his darkness, not a full-blown window. But you didn’t seem all too fazed by it either, which confused him endlessly.

Rather than deny it, Billy hesitantly reached for your cunt to replace your fingers with his own. He didn’t delve inside of your pussy just yet, just circled your clit the way you’d been doing seconds prior. “And that doesn’t bother you?” He whispered, placing a kiss to the side of your neck.

“Nah,” you hummed, “we’ve all got our kinks, I guess.”

You released a quiet moan as he pinched your clit, but his eyes never left your face. He knew you were talking about blood in respect to the movies, but your casual tone still caught him off guard. There was no shame in it, no doubt. Just an honest to god shrug as he circled your clit with his middle finger.

Testing the waters, Billy slipped his fingers down your pussy so that his thumb coaxed your clit as he slipped two fingers inside of you. At first, it simply felt like you were soaked on account of all of the teasing and, maybe you were, but as he glanced down at the base of his fingers as he pulled them out of you, Billy nearly moaned.

Blood.

Your blood.

All over his fingers, pooling along the top of his palm.

Billy was fascinated. This wasn’t the first time he’d felt blood between his fingers, but not like this. When he’d killed Maureen Prescott, there was so much fucking blood that he’d been sick afterwards. He hadn’t expected that level of destruction but, after puking a few blocks away, he didn’t exactly shy away from it. He thought about it often, thought of the carnage that had surrounded him once he’d finished with Sidney’s mother, thought of the way the blood felt between his fingers, splayed and smattered across every inch of his body.

But this was euphoric.

Because he didn’t have to hurt anybody to feel that warmth on his palm. In fact, as he slowly slipped his fingers inside of your hot cunt, he was doing anything but. You were gyrating into his hand, unknowingly spreading your blood further and it was killing him. He was so fucking hard, too fucking hard, but he didn’t want to rush a damned thing.

He’d thought about this far too often for it to be over so soon.

“Fuck,” he whispered, slipping his hand out of your pussy just long enough to slowly spread your blood down your inner thigh. It left a fine red trail that he had every intention of lapping up in a few seconds if you were to allow it. “You feel so good, baby.”

He’d half expected you to make a comment about making a bigger mess than what your piddly little towel would allow but, as he slowly found your hooded eyes through the dim light of your bedroom, only hunger marred your pretty face.

Desire.

Intrigue.

Leaning in, Billy placed a small kiss to the apple of your cheek as his fingers continued to fuck you. “Does this feel good?”

“So good,” you rasped out, leaning your forehead against his as you bit your lip to swallow back a moan. Between your arousal and the blood, the natural lubrication that coated your pussy as he slowly pumped his fingers inside of you all the while rubbing your clit was killing you. “So fucking good, Billy.”

He smirked and quickened his pace on your clit just enough to drive you to madness as he bit down on your earlobe. His breath was hot against your cheek. “I want to taste you tonight.”

Though the promise of his tongue replacing his thumb enticed you, the fact that you were on day two and a half of your period was not a good plan. So why were you intrigued? A part of you wanted to see if he’d put his money where his mouth was but a much larger part of you wanted to see how feral Billy could get where you were concerned.

Torn, you pulled back and searched his eyes. “It’s going to be…messy, Billy.”

His dark chuckle was velvet against your skin. “I already told you,” he curled his fingers inside of you and admired the way your entire body twitched. “I like messy.”

He began to kiss his way down your body. You tried not to get lost in the feeling of his tongue swirling across every inch of your skin on his way down or the way his teeth nipped and bit at your stomach and hips as he positioned himself between your thighs. But mainly, you tried not to focus on how fucking bloody it was between your thighs because you knew that Billy wouldn’t be down there long on account of it.

“You don’t have to do this tonight, Billy,” you tried to reason, chest heaving in anticipation as he settled between your legs.

Something flashed across his face as he held your stare. For a second, you were almost sure he was going to back out and leave well enough alone, but then you watched as the bastard leaned into your pussy and raked his tongue from the base of your pussy right up to your bloodied mound.

He held your stare the entire time.

“I want you like this,” he assured you, yanking you further down the bed so that you were right at the edge. His voice was hoarse and breathy and as you chanced a look down at him through a pair of hooded, drowsy eyes, you watched him pump his cock with his free hand as he licked his lips. “I love you like this.”

You opened your mouth to respond but the words died in your throat when he buried his face between your thighs. You gasped at the contact but didn’t shy away from his touch for a single second as he slowly lapped at your core. With the one hand still gripping your hips, holding you firmly against his tongue, you knew there would be bruises where his fingers carved into your flesh, but you couldn’t bring yourself to care. He was desperate to get you closer into his face and you were desperate to feel that perfect fucking tongue on your pussy.

It was as though he’d been possessed in those few moments. Billy couldn’t get enough of you on a good day but tasting you like this was enough to make Billy wild. Your pussy, the blood mixed with your slick, tasted so fucking good on his tongue. Burying his face further into your folds, he nuzzled at your clit and, now forgetting about his own pulsing cock, pulled you even closer.

Throwing your legs over his shoulders, Billy moaned into your pussy and bit down on your clit just enough to entice a moan that was probably a little too loud for your parents being home. But, he didn’t care. He refused to care in that instance.

All he wanted, all he cared about, was tasting as much of you as humanly possible before making you come on his tongue.

His name tore out of your throat as you gripped his hair between your fingers and pulled. You were being rougher than normal, and he fucking loved it. You were pulling on his hair and bucking into his mouth with such hunger that he could barely breathe but fuck he didn’t care. If this was how he was taken out, so be it.

“Baby,” you whined, voice low. “Fuck, I’m going to come.”

Your grip on his hair was vice-like as the veins in your neck swelled. With wild, laboured breaths, you found yourself bucking into his mouth as a white-hot orgasm rippled through your entire body. You moaned and groaned and cursed into the bed, but Billy’s mouth was relentless.

It wasn’t until he was absolutely sure you couldn’t take another second of torture, that he pulled away and allowed you to collapse back onto the bed. Your cheeks were flushed, and your lips were parted as you attempted to catch your breath. With a quiet chuckle, he kissed his way up your body, grinning against your skin as your legs continued to twitch.

He could feel your blood all over his chin and nose and as he licked it off, using his fingers to swipe at the areas his tongue couldn’t quite reach, Billy was coasting on a high that only you could provide.

“Oh, god,” you buried your face into the pillow with a quiet laugh as you moved to get off the bed. “Hang on, I’ll grab you a towel for your face.”

“No,” Billy shook his head and grabbed for your wrist. “I want to see it.”

You blinked and scraped your eyes along his bloodied face. Your nipples were still rock hard and your cunt was still pulsing on account of his tongue, but it was the look of pure ecstasy on his face that made you clench.

He was being serious.

“Come with me,” he hummed, slipping off of the bed to head towards the small bathroom attached to your room. His fingers threaded through yours as you both walked across your bedroom before flicking the light on.

The vision that he was met with made his cock twitch.

Your blood coated almost everything from his nose down his chin and as you stood beside him, looking at him through the mirror, still fully naked and still housing bloody handprints left behind from his busy hands coating the lower half of your body, Billy had never wanted to bury himself inside of you any more than he did right then and there.

He found your curious stare through the mirror. Your pretty eyes swept over the mess of blood left behind on account of you and as you turned to face him, he found himself hypnotized as you reached out to sweep his hair back and away from his forehead.

“Blood suits you,” you teased with a small smile. “Horrifically enough.”

He said nothing as those brown eyes soaked you in but as he stepped into you, cornering you against the sink counter, the look on his face said everything. He didn’t kiss you though. He seemed to hesitate, as though gauging if you’d kiss him whilst covered in your own menstrual blood. “Is this okay?”

“I don’t know.” You admitted almost sheepishly.

He nuzzled your neck and slipped his knee between your thighs to allow himself better access to your pussy. With his hand wrapped securely around his cock, he slipped the head of his dick along your folds and swallowed hard as he watched your blood coat the head of it. “Fuck,” he whispered as his forehead fell against your own. “You’re going to make me come before I’m even inside of you.”

You were watching his face as he once again slipped the head of his cock through your folds so it teased your clit. His eyes were so dark and there was so much desire in those warm eyes that it almost caught you off guard.

“You’re really into this,” you remarked quietly. When his eyes found yours, you could see blind panic cross over his face as he instinctually took a step away from you. You stopped him before he could think of stopping himself. “Hey,” you cooed, reaching out for his face. “I didn’t say it was a bad thing, relax.”

You felt the tension in his shoulders disperse as you played with the curls at the nape of his neck. “You’re too good for me,” he muttered, cradling your face. “You know that?”

“Oh, yeah,” you goaded with a smile. “I know.”

He barked out a quiet laugh and ground his hips into yours. “A smartass, too.”

You hummed as his hands slid down your body to hold you against the counter. “Can I ask you a question?”

“Anything.” Billy nipped at your neck.

You leaned back to allow him full access to your neck. “How did I taste?” Your words seemed to make him still as he slowly pulled back to search your eyes. “With the blood. How did it taste?”

The look on Billy’s face was primal as his grip on your hips tightened. Leaning in, he nudged your nose so that your lips were perfectly aligned with his. “Kiss me and find out.”

You weren’t sure at first, but as he closed the distance between you, you found yourself leaning into the kiss both curious and slightly mortified by the taste of your blood on his lips. It was strange and you weren’t sure if you liked it at first, if you were being honest. It was coppery and a little sticky and yet as he walked the two of you out of the bathroom and back towards your bed, you found yourself hungry for more.

With your fingers tangled through his hair you gave it a tug, garnering a low growl that rumbled in his throat as he continued on with the bruising kiss. When the back of his knees hit your bed, the two of you fell into a jumbled mess on your mattress, never once breaking for air as your tongues battled for dominance.

Expertly, knowing the way your body moved better than anyone, Billy moved you in such a way that he was sitting up in the middle of your bed as you straddled his lap. And as you lowered yourself onto his pulsing cock, the gruff low moan that tore out of his lips was enough to kill you.

His large hands splayed out across your back, guiding you further into his hungry mouth as your bleeding cunt teased him beyond belief. You were so wet and with every twist of your hips and every gentle moan, he was finding it harder and harder to concentrate on anything else besides just how fucking good you felt.

Digging your nails into his shoulders, blood slowly pooled in the wake of your crescent moon shaped nail markings. He hissed at the sensation and squeezed your tits rather roughly as he tried to stop himself from coming right then and there.

But then you lowered your lips onto his shoulders and he felt your hot tongue trace over every last cut and he almost lost it. There you were, with dried blood all over your chin and parts of your cheeks from having kissed him after going down on you, licking the blood that gathered along his shoulders.

He was in a state of euphoria.

“You are so fucking gorgeous.” He pushed out, revelling in the feel of how warm and wet your pussy felt.

Rather than say a word, all you did was bite down on the reddened area of his shoulder as you quickened your pace on his dick.

Drawing more blood.

Licking up more of his blood.

Something in him snapped to life in that instance. An almost ancient need bubbled to the surface as he held you there against him. Your tits bounced as you writhed on top of him and as he began to meet you halfway with violent, earth shattering thrusts, the outside world ceased to exist.

The sound of his balls hitting your sopping pussy combined with the sound of your wetness, both slick and blood, squelching all around the two of you was all that surrounded you as you whined out his name. You could barely breathe as he pounded into you, barely function.

“Billy, fuck, I—”

His mouth buried your words with another hungry kiss. You were both breathless and desperate to be as close to the other as humanly possible as you sat on your bed, fucking each other raw. His tongue slid along your bottom lip, gently tugging at it as his forehead fell against your own.

There was a shift after the cabin that you’d both felt inside of you, but there was a shift in the air tonight, as well. An unspoken trust, of sorts, that went beyond anything the two of you were prepared for.  

His hips bucked into yours one final time before he came undone inside of you. A flood of warmth settled in your belly as he came and as his thumb continued to circle your clit, rubbing and pinching at it every step of the way, you soon followed suit.

With one last shaky pump, Billy held you there as he slowly pulled out of you. He kissed your lips, your cheek, down your neck, and along your shoulder before his eyes found yours once again.

His thumb skirted across the apple of your cheek. “You’re my girl,” he whispered, revelling in just how fucking gorgeous you looked in that instance. “You know that?”

“I do,” you affirmed, kissing him softly. “You’re helping me clean my fucking bedsheets in the morning,” you muttered, “do you know that?”

Despite everything, Billy found himself smiling across at you before glancing down at the bloody mess of your sheets. “Yeah,” he chuckled, “I do.”

“Good,” you gently smacked his cheek and crawled off of your bed towards the bathroom.

“Where you going?” He asked, watching your naked body pad out of the room.

“Shower,” you merely said before popping your head around the corner. “Care to join me?”

Billy was at your side within the blink of an eye.

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