#like yeah all I touch is weed but at least I know the experience of being high lmao

[rigginsstreet]

antis be fr challenge lol. Speaking from experience too, Billy is from Cali, ain’t no way he gonna get high off the shit from some backwater midwest town when he’s had that good west coast shit

I was literally thinking the same thing lmfao

Eddie’s shit is not powerful enough to kill anyone be serious…be for real

You know the people saying this have never touched a drug in their life too 😂

[juuuulez]

📋 | carmen berzatto nsfw alphabet.

don’t ask what possessed me today. it was definitely all the weed.

soo much nsfw under the cut….this is just paragraphs of porn.

A= Aftercare (what they’re like after the act):

whatever ur carmy kink headcanons are i think we all agree that he’s really sweet afterwards :( he might suddenly get nervous or anxious and overthink everything you’ve done (“are you sure you’re alright?” “i know, i know, baby ‘m just.. i wanna take care of you, yeah?”) and you’ll have to assure him it’s okay! you loved it, he was perfect, he didn’t hurt you. he just wants some reassurance and then he’ll be finding you some water, a snack, whatever you need! (“just crackers? ‘cus i’ve got this new recipe, it’s a soup, i can make it—“ “nobody wants soup after sex, carm.”)

B= Body part (favorite body part their own or their lovers):

carmy doesn’t like many things about himself, initially.. until you’re quick to vocalise exactly how amazing he is. immediately, carmy is enamoured with just what he can do with his hands. his palm covering the entirety of your neck when you kiss, or how his fingers looked splayed over your hip. and fuck, his fingers! they’re really thick, and carmen secretly gets off on the fact that your fingers are so much smaller, so even alone, you’ll never be able to finger yourself as good, never be able to reach those spots that carmy touched with ease.

C= Cum (anything that has to do with it):

let’s be so honest carmen berzatto marking kink is so real. it starts out as a practicality, pulling out to spill over your thighs, sticky white liquid that clung to your curves, and carmy found himself growing more aroused the longer he stared at it. now, even if you’re on the pill, carmy will pull out for the sole purpose of pumping his cum wherever he can, a physical reminder of what’s his, because despite all his flaws, you belong to him.

however, assuming carmy can hold back cumming well enough for this is bold, so it usually ends in covering your already sticky cunt and lower stomach in it.

D= Dirty secret (Pretty self explanatory):

he jerked off with your panties once. it was near the start of your relationship, and carmen was so busy with the re-brand, he barely got to see you. so, one of the rare days he was over, he’d done some laundry for the both of you. and found some pink lace panties. and kept them. and, those nights he’d come home late and exhausted and slightly miserable, unable to call you for you were at home fast asleep, carmen.. used them to jerk off! sue him! he felt so guilty about it (poor baby) and admitted to it after a couple months of dating. he seemed so ashamed that you couldn’t help but go easy on the punishment… tying him to the bed and getting him off by only grinding over his swollen cock, wearing those same pink lace panties.

E= Experience (do they know what they’re doing):

of course he doesn’t. not properly, at least. carmy’s never had girlfriends, and maybe had a hook-up or two at fancy chef events in New York or Paris or wherever. nothing that mattered, at least. so this time, he’s careful and attentive. asking questions like he’s studying for a test, watching every single movement, every reaction. you wouldn’t be surprised if he was taking notes.

F= Favorite position:

ooof carmen definitely wants to see your face. he likes holding it in his big palms, whispering sweet words over your lips and swallowing your moans (“c’mon sweetheart, you can do it.. just one more for me, huh? fuck— your cunt fuckin’ wants it yeah? that’s it..”). probably missionary mostly, maybe he fucks you from behind one early-morning, his forehead pressed to your neck while the sun seeps in through the blinds.

G= Goofy (how serious are they):

not exactly serious, but he definitely gets into the zone. for him, sex isn’t casual, and it’s a time that means a lot to him. he’s choosing to be vulnerable for someone, and in turn, feels special that he’s allowed to see you like this. carmen can loose himself in the moment, his mind going uncharacteristically blank, too focused on the pure sensation and emotion connected with it. despite this, carmy can always be found gently tapping your cheek, pushing through the haze to ask “you with me, baby? feel good?”, because his pleasure only comes when you’re still into it.

H= Hair (grooming habits):

carmen doesn’t particularly allocate time to grooming down there, it’s not really a priority, unless his partner explicitly made it clear to him that was of interest. however, i don’t think carmy has the thickest of hair, just dark little curls in all the normal places. idk guys just thinking about shirtless lip…..he’s a pretty smooth guy.

I= Intimacy (in the moment romantic or rough/dirty):

definitely depends. i wanna say a mix of both? when you’re into it carmen is so lovely, making sure to express how much he loves you, how much you mean to him. but private time doesn’t come around very often, so it’s usually instigated with a needy carmen coming home, exhausted from a long shift, his hands gripping at your waist before the words come out. his actions aren’t demanding at all, still gentle, but hurried and desperate to get inside your cunt.

J= Jack off (do they masturbate and how often):

carmy is so a shower jerk person. i know guys i just know. he doesn’t like making a mess anywhere else, because it’s just an inconvenience, and cleaning the sheets or another shirt is just another useless task he doesn’t have time for. it’s rare he begins with the intention of jerking off, either. the hot shower melts away a day of tension, and carmen finds himself finally relaxing, finally tuning into his body, only to realise how much he needs this.

K= Kink (kinks what they like possibly unusual):

we’ve already established the marking kink… and now listen 😝 i am a sub carmy truther guys! i can’t help it he’s so baby i need him to cry for me ;( but carmy definitely likes being bossed around, being told what to do, when he gets to cum.. it’s a change from being in control of literally everything, which most of the time carmen feels all he does falls apart, so he enjoys not having to think (which usually means second-guess and reconsider and debate and obsess).

L= Location (where they like to get it on):

every single carmen office quickie fic is SO SO SO SO SO SEXY they always have me foaming and barking like a rabid animal….however i’m gonna have to say his or your bed! he likes the idea of you being comfortable..bonus points for you guys probably fucking more often on the couch, since needy carmen can’t wait long enough to split you open :(

M= Motivation (things that makes them tick/turn ons):

there are a variety of ways to get carmen in the mood, but his #1 is a confident partner who takes what they want. imagine carmy obsessing over the new menu, spending endless hours in the living room, papers and recipes and notes scattered over the table. you’ve barely gotten any attention all night, not necessarily in a needy way, just that this was supposed to be your night off together. the solution is actually quite easy: climbing onto the table, obscuring carmen’s vision of his work. before a protest can leave his lips, brows furrowed in confusion and slight distress, your hands are firmly pressing down on his shoulders. “you’re gonna eat me out, yeah? like you promised?” and he is DOWN on his knees, mind fucking short-circuiting, because suddenly there is nothing he’d rather do.

N= No (turnoffs or absolutely won’t do):

carmen really doesn’t like seriously hurting you, so no intense spanking or choking. however i really love choking 🙄🙄 so i think he’d wrap his hand around your neck, his finger rubbing the hinge of your jaw, his warm palm a gentle assurance of the power he has without fully exercising it.

O= Oral (receiving or giving and how skillful they are):

pussy eating champ…carmen genuinely gets off on being able to make you feel good. his strong arms bracketing your thighs, fingers digging into the plush skin, holding you to his mouth while his tongue fucks deep. carmy can’t help but rut against the mattress, hips hastily thrusting in tune to your moans, the swollen head of his dick rubbing against the sheets. “please, baby, please.. c’mon, just a little longer, please— i need it so fuckin’ bad.” he’ll cry into your cunt after your first orgasm, needing to eat your sopping pussy in order to cum.

P= Pace (how fast they are and how long they last in bed):

soft, grinding rolls of his hips against yours, holding your cunt against the base of his cock, letting your clit rub against his skin. carmen takes it slow, making sure to hit the spongy place right up inside you, the one that makes you cry and squirm.

Q= Quickie (do they prefer fast and hard):

carmen prefers to take his time with it, but more often you find yourself hurriedly making love on the couch, bench, shower, maybe even his car. clothes scattered around the room, a bra on the chair, carmen’s boxers under the coffee table. he’ll take you wherever he can, whenever the time finally allows it, and he makes it deep and fast.

R= Risk (do they like to try new things):

anything you want, he’ll hear you out. carmen loves to learn, he wants to know everything that makes you tick, and will willingly absorb anything you have to teach. that’s not to say he isn’t nervous, as he finds himself always double-checking you’re still alright, asking if it still feels good.

S= Stamina (how many times they can go and how long each round lasts):

definitely a multiple rounds kinda guy. he can’t help it! the sight of you laying there, stripes of cum over your stomach and shiny slick on your thighs, carmen finds himself hard all over again. expect a round two, maybe three from him, and even then he’ll probably eat you out again.

T= Toys (are they game for using sex toys on themselves or lovers):

carmen doesn’t see the use for sex toys, since he’d much prefer to be the one providing you pleasure. definitely not fully opposed, though, he’ll fuck you long and slow with a vibrator on nights where he just wants to watch and study you.

U= Unfair (how do they tease or do they enjoy suspense themselves):

i 🩷 edging so carmen 🩷’s edging! carmy puts on this needy desperate front (“please, fuck, i need’a cum, ‘m not kidding.”) but there is NOTHING alike to carmy’s mind going completely blank after denying his third orgasm in a row, his cock swollen and throbbing with each pass of your hand, only for you to finally give him permission (“cum for me, carmy, i’ve got you.”)

V= Volume (are they loud, what sounds, and do they talk):

think about the lowest, guttural moans you’ve ever heard. as carmen gets closer, they taper off into higher whines, soft whispers into your skin about how much he wants this.

W= Wild card (random sincannon of any sort):

now, carmen does not take disrespect in the kitchen, and clearly doesn’t tolerate people talking back. but you? there’s a certain fire in his stomach, when you glare at him over the pass, or don’t back up whenever he gets into your personal space. if you stand your ground, firm and sure about whatever you’re doing, carmen feels himself fostering a growing mixture of respect and arousal.

X= X-ray (what’s down below in dem pants):

i just KNOW carmen is thick…the stretch seems impossible every time, his cock filling up every inch inside your hot cunt, while carmen whispers that it’s going to be alright, that you can take it.

Y= Yearning (sexdrive level):

higher than carmen has time for. hence the jerking off in the shower, and fucking you on the couch. he’ll take anything that he can get, for he knows time isn’t on his side.

Z= Zzzz (do they sleep after if so how quickly after):

carmy will ask you a hundred questions about how you’re feeling, if you need anything, what he can do, before finally settling in beside you. sometimes he’ll lay there for a few minutes, before dragging himself up, uttering some excuse about needing to revise the new menu. you’ll fuss, try and pull him back down, and he’ll fold almost instantly.

[slamminslamminmcgill]

hiiii uhhh joel drabble based on my daddy dick appointment yesterday

warning: rimming, intox (poppers and weed), oral, squirting, erectile dysfunction (real old man dick enjoyers know wassup), toys, overstimulation, daddy kink obvs

anatomical terms: cunt/pussy, clit/cock/dick

It’s not that you had daddy issues.

Or that he had a framed picture of him and his daughter on the shelf.

Or a throw pillow with the word DAD sewn onto it, clutched against your chest as he messily ate you out on the leather sectional in his one bedroom apartment.

No, he was just hot. A hot older guy that hit you up on Grindr for the ol' smoke and poke, a quick hit of some blunt and cunt. That’s it. That’s all this was.

He was just a hot older guy, and nothing more.

Not a daddy.

The picture of his daughter was not staring you down while you blew him, much too rigorously for his liking.

“Easy, easy there, easy. Slow down, baby. I don’t wanna cum yet. Just- Just lick my balls for a little bit. Nice and slow, good boy.”

You did as he said, slithering your tongue across and smothering your face in his massive balls, trying and failing to fit even just one in your mouth. You did not want to think about how that girl in the picture frame was once swimming around in them.

And you definitely were not wondering if his daughter’s mother ever ate his ass out like this. With how tense he was, you figured probably not, but he opened up beautifully once you lubed up your fingers. Hell, he even took that buttplug like a champ.

“Oh, Jesus Christ… Ngh…”

“You okay?”

“Yeah, yeah, I’m good… Just gotta… Mmm, just gotta get used to it, sweetness.”

Maybe his ex was kinky. Maybe she’d been the first one to touch his prostate. Or maybe it was his doctor just a couple weeks ago. Maybe it’d been revelation, divine knowledge bestowed to him while bent over on the exam table, and he’d been experimenting ever since, trying to make lightning strike twice.

You were not trying to guess whether he was divorced, a widower, or a cheater. Hopefully not the third, because nothing will kill an orgasm faster than a vengeful spouse and a loaded handgun. But hey, that’s not your problem. Not yet, at least, and hopefully not ever.

Just a hot older guy. Decades of experience, and it showed. He surely knew his way around a pussy, liquid proof dripping from his mustache. He knelt down in front of you once more, hoisted your legs onto his shoulders, and yanked your butt off the edge of the couch.

“Got the poppers, bud? Y’wanna hold ‘em up for me?”

You uncapped and held the small bottle to his nostril and watched him take a five second inhale, then a breath, and another five second inhale.

Fuck, he was hot.

You barely had time to bring the poppers to your own face before his went down. His tongue pressed and flicked, swirled and licked your fattened clit. Two long fingers shoved up your pussy, and one snuck up your ass, all three reaching much deeper than you could do yourself. They pumped in time with his mouth, at first. Steady, deliberate motions intended to open you up for something more. He rose to his feet, bringing your legs up with him, and feverishly pumped his half-hard cock. Brows knit in unwavering focus as he tried to get it all the way up.

“Shit… won’t stay up. Hol’ on. Where’s the damn…?”

He grabbed a rubber ring off the coffee table and slid it onto his cock, tugging his heavy balls through the loop. You watched, entranced, having no frame of reference for what that might feel like. You tried to imagine it on your own cock: a tight pinch, forcing all that blood into it, all that pressure. It sounded heavenly on its own, but to be fair, you had much less dick to fill. The ring seemed to be doing the trick for him, though. He finally got it up, poked it against your cunt, and shoved it in. No time to waste, and no time to adjust before he started coring you out on the couch.

For about three thrusts, and then he fell out.

“Son of a… Fuck it.”

In a fit of sexual frustration, he fell to his knees and plunged his face into your pussy once more. All tact and any shred of restraint he had left was gone. He was an animal, and devoured you as such. He sucked your tiny dick up into his mouth, tugging at it like he was trying to tear it off. The three fingers went back into your holes as if they'd never left, finding your sweet spots in a matter of seconds. He jackhammered them, forcing you to bear a ruthless, brutal onslaught of pleasure. The speed had your entire body shaking, even down to your voice.

"F-F-F-u-u-u-u-u-c-k-k, o-o-h-h-h-h, y-y-y-e-e-e-e-e-s-s-s..."

It sounded like you were moaning into a desk fan, the sobs of ecstasy being intercepted by his hand. His wrist did not falter, not for a moment. Not even when every jab of his fingers got him splashed with cum. Every. Jab. You honestly didn't even know you could physically squirt this much. Hell, you couldn't stop squirting. Not that you'd want to, but still. He just took it on the chin, quite literally, snarling with sadistic satisfaction as he drank it all down. When his thirst was finally quenched, he pulled back, his face glistening with your juices.

"Sorry I couldn't get hard, darlin'. I dunno if it was the poppers or the pot or what... Usually doesn't happen to me."

The fuck? The man sucks your soul out of your body, gives you an industrial-strength orgasm, and the first word out of his mouth is sorry? Your cunt was still buzzing a good 30 seconds after he stopped and he thinks to apologize? Is this guy for real? You shut that shit down right away.

"No, no, no, oh my god, you're... you're fine, don't worry... Shit... That was... You're fucking amazing... Thank you..."

"Aw, pleasure's all mine, sugarplum. You taste fuckin' incredible, y'know. I could-"

*RING*

"Shit, it's my daughter. I gotta take this."

Saying the quiet part out loud, it seems.

[ballsandpingas]

insecure

weed + titties!! hell yeah!!!! i just need to get this out of my drafts it's HAUNTING ME.

summary: you dont get the hype with playing with tits. miguel can help

pairing: gn!reader (has boobs, called "pretty boy") x miguel

warnings: dry humping, schmoking that green, vaguely awkward miguel at the end

-

"never?" miguel's words float around in a cloud of smoke, curling from his nostrils. "not even, like... by yourself?"

you exhale a burning lungful. "you can't make fun of me. not all of us can be you."

"i'm just surprised." he returns the joint and your fingers curl around it expectantly. "plus, you're overestimating my experience."

as if. you're playing a dangerous game, talking freely about sex. about your nipples. about how you've never been able to touch them, feel them the way pornstars can. you're too high to watch your words. "i just... i don't know. maybe there's some kind of mental block."

miguel is peering at you expectantly. you can't tell if it's been seconds or minutes since his last hit. you clear your throat, feeling a familiar fuzzy sensation prickling at your skin. "it's not, like, body issues, i don't think. i don't mind how they look." his eyes are boring into you. "whatever. mysteries of life, i guess."

"can i try?"

at least he has the decency to look embarrassed. his cheeks are dark, but his eyes are still locked on yours. "if not, that's fine," he rushes out. "i was just thinking that maybe it's the person, not--"

it only takes a couple awkward seconds of clambering before you're straddling his thighs. when his lips part for the joint you press to his mouth, you shudder. this doesn't have to mean anything. your hand closes around his wrist, feeling his pulse, the hair tickling your fingers. just friends with benefits. just a convenient arrangement.

even through your sweatshirt, his hands are warm as they knead the soft flesh of your chest. you let out an undignified whimper when he grazes your nipples, and he only lets go to let you tug off the extra layer.

"i knew it." his breath is hot against your ear and the sensation on your bare skin makes you squirm. "used to fuck myself thinking about these tits, about rubbing my cock on your nipples--"

"miguel," you whine, hyper aware of your sensitivity. a wave of lightheadedness washes over you.

"--until they're glistening with cum, just so i can suck it off." you're clutching his shoulders now in an attempt to stay grounded, but it only encourages him to press wet, open-mouth kisses on the soft underside of your tits.

when he gently grazes his teeth against your nipples you instinctively jerk your hips, roughly grinding against him. he moans--low, breathy--and you tug his head up to meet your eyes.

you don't even realize you have tears in your eyes until he's kissing them away. "pretty boy. use your words. tell me what you need."

unbelievably cruel, to ask you that. when every aborted breath you take only inhales more of his scent, his sweat and cologne. your thighs are twitching uncontrollably and goddammit that has to count as an answer.

"please." your mouth is unbelievably dry, and swallowing only fills your mouth with the taste of miguel's tongue. "just. touch--fuck." you might cry again in frustration. you can only exhale a final "don't stop" before your impatience reaches a breaking point, and suddenly you're grabbing his wrists again, bringing them directly to your tits and.

his hands are burning as he ducks his head to suck at your bud. taste buds scrape against your nipples as he flattens his tongue. "fucking. shit," he breathes. with your tits pressed against his cheeks, his voice is muffled. "want me sucking on your tits? cock shoved between them, cumming on your neck?"

maybe it's the weed. maybe it's how sensitive you've been recently, the dirty words he's slurring against your skin, the way he has you grinding against his hard-on. or maybe it's that it's miguel, maybe that's why you feel your orgasm creeping up on you. but when you gasp and tug on his hair, he only nuzzles further between your tits, sucking a hickey against your sweaty skin, and the sight is enough to push you over the edge.

your fingers are still locked in his hair as you shudder through the aftershocks. his hips slow under you, careful not to overstimulate you. as soon as you stop shaking and take a shallow gulp, he jolts backwards, separating his lips from your skin with a lewd pop.

and now you're just staring at each other in silence, the blunt long-forgotten and now extinguished in your hand. you probably look a mess, all red and sweaty and half-naked. his cheeks are dark as he clears his throat. "so. i guess i was right. about that."

your synapses feel like they're firing through jelly. "right... about--"

somehow he's already on his feet, backpack slung over his shoulder. "just. uh... sleep it off. i'll see you."

your apartment door closes with a muted thud.

[stranger-fanfiction-n-things]

CHAPTER 5: THE FLEA AND THE ACROBAT

This is an Original Character fanfiction. All Stranger Things characters and content are owned by Netflix and The Duffer Brothers.

a/n: This is a long one and based off certain scenes in Lucas on the Line. As a black person, I never realized I was other until it was pointed out to me and once I internalized it, I had questions I couldn't ask my parent(s) because it's not something discussed at length in the black community because trying to survive is hard enough. I honestly urge y'all to read Lucas on the Line because it's such a well written story about the Black Experience and how nuanced and difficult it is to navigate especially black kids who grew up in white neighbourhoods.

I hope y'all enjoy. Let me know what you guys think and if you'd like to be added to the tag list, let me know too! 🤎

Warnings: Swearing.

Word Count: 4587

Masterlist

PART I || PART II || PART III || PART IV

THE WOODS 

I squeal dropping the mallet on the ground at the sound of a gunshot. Nancy giggles waiting for me as I pick up my weapon in the shrubbery. I never thought I would be on my way to meet up with Jonathan Byers on the opposite side of town to learn how to shoot a gun. But then again, a lot more bizarre things have happened this week so I shouldn’t be surprised. Nancy and I trek up the small hill as Jonathan shoots repeatedly at the target of empty tin cans or at least attempts to. 

“You’re supposed to hit the cans, right?” 

Jonathan looks over his shoulder smiling sheepishly. “No, actually you see the spaces in between the cans? I’m aiming for those.”  

“Sure.” Nancy answers, titling her head in amusement. She drops her backpack and baseball bat on the ground ready for practice. 

I don’t take off my backpack right away, taking in my surroundings. The wide-open space of dry leaves, weeds and shrubs. The tall pine trees encircling the space. The winter chill started to come in and I wish I wore a hat today to cover my ears, maybe even a heavier coat instead of a denim jacket. Jonathan opens the revolver to check how many bullets are in the cylinder before reaching in his pockets for more. 

“You ever shot a gun before?” 

“Absolutely not.” I answer. 

“Didn’t your dad fight in the Vietnam War?” I nod my head, shifting from side to side on my feet. My Dad would never let any of us touch a gun. There was no reason for us to. Jonathan shrugs.  “I’m surprised he hasn’t taught you how to shoot a gun,” he commented, directing his gaze to Nancy. “You?” 

Nancy scoffs. “Have you met my parents?” 

“Yeah, I haven’t shot one since I was nine. My dad took me hunting on my birthday.” I see the spark in his eyes dwindle to a low flame. “He made me kill a rabbit.” 

“A rabbit?” Nancy and I say at the same time.

“Yeah. I guess he thought it would make me into more of a man or something.” 

“Yes, because the world needs more men shooting guns.” I deadpan. 

Jonathan smirks, adding bullets to the cylinder. “I cried for a week.” 

“Jesus.” Nancy whispers. 

“I’m sorry.” I say to him. 

Jonathan didn’t say anything as he tried to drag emotion back under where he didn’t need to feel it. He snaps the revolver in place, the corners of his lips rise to a smirk again. “What? I’m a fan of Thumper.” 

“I meant your dad.” Nancy says. 

The detachment in his tone makes me uncomfortable. In seeing Jonathan’s dad for the first time today, the way he dressed and carried himself. There was something arrogant and insincere about him. When Will first went missing, I never heard Jonathan mention his dad, when Nancy and I found Jonathan at the funeral home, he was by himself picking caskets. Ms. Byers was at home grieving, but the whole town knew how adamant she was on finding Will, but where was his dad? The audacity to show up to the funeral of his youngest son, he did nothing to plan, to shake hands with the people who did care to find Will. Now with this story, it completed the picture. He was never in Jonathan and Will’s life and didn’t care to be. Only wanted to insert his toxic male dominance and masculinity onto the boys. 

“I guess he and my mother loved each other at some point...but I wasn’t around for that part.” 

Nancy gestures for the gun and Jonathan hands it to her. “Just point and shoot.” 

I walk behind Nancy to stand beside Jonathan, refusing to be anywhere near that sound. Nancy takes a deep breath aiming the gun at the can a few yards in front of her. 

“I don’t think my parents ever loved each other.” 

My eyebrows raise at the bold statement. “Nancy, you shouldn’t say that.” 

“I mean it.” she answers. 

“They must’ve married for some reason.” Jonathan states. 

“My mom was young. My dad was older but he had a cushy job, money, came from a good family. So, they bought a nice house at the end of the cul-de-sac and started their nuclear family.” 

“Screw that.” Jonathan says. 

“Yeah. Screw that.” 

Nancy closes one eye aiming for the beer can. I put my fingers in in ears just as Nancy pulls the trigger hitting the beer can. I chuckle in disbelief. From shot gunning to shooting them, anything involving beer cans, Nancy is a natural. I shrug off my backpack, placing the mallet on top. Despite the awe, I am uncomfortable with what Nancy said about her parents. Sure, Mr. Wheeler was a bit…impartial. I was around the family many times to know that, but to say her parents never loved each other? I don’t know. 

“Are you sure you don’t want to try, Diana?” Jonathan asks, offering me the gun. I don’t move contemplating. “It’s not gonna bite.” He jokes. I make a face at Jonathan and he laughs as I cautiously take it from him with my gloved hand. 

“Just point and shoot?” 

“Just point and shoot.” 

I standing in front of a can, widening my stance so I don’t fall over. “There’s nothing wrong with starting a nuclear family.”  

“That’s easy for you to say,” Nancy voices. “Your family is perfect.” 

I narrow my eyes at her, shaking my head. The contempt in her tone is shocking. “That’s not true.” 

“Diana,” Nancy chides, shoving her hands in her pockets. “You never argue with your parents and your parents never argue with each other. You are perfect. Your siblings are perfect. Everyone in your family is perfect.” 

I don’t miss Jonathan’s eyes darting back and forth between us. Having never seen us go back and forth with each other, I can tell he is surprised by this. What he doesn’t know is this topic of conversation isn’t new. Throughout our years of friendship, Nancy and Barb always made fun of me for being “perfect”; how I never make mistakes; I am always put together. I need at least eight-hours of “beauty” sleep. From the nickname “Lady Diana”, to my mom making me lunches because I refuse to each cafeteria food. At first it used to bother me, but I moved passed it until Tommy H and Carol picked up on it and started calling me “Anal Princess”. 

This may not be a new conversation, but the undertone certainly is and it’s why I am thrown off by it. It doesn’t sound like a joke anymore and there’s something deeper going on. I never thought Nancy envied me. I know I certainly envied Nancy for being strong enough to stand up for herself and say no. For being able to be defiant without feeling like its wrong. I lift my head high lifting the gun eye level. 

“I’m not perfect and my parents do argue, just not in front of us and there’s nothing wrong with that.” I begin. “You want to know why my dad never taught me how to fire a gun?” I refer to Jonathan’s comment earlier. “Because he never talks about the War unless it’s to teach us a lesson. I don’t know any stories of his time there. My family is seemingly perfect because we don’t talk about things, we don’t have difficult conversations. We just keep our heads down and try to live without feeling more of an outsider than we already are.”  I pull the trigger and the bullet hits the can knocking it off the tree stub. 

None of us react. The heaviness of what I said laying on thick. My family isn’t perfect. We are far from it. We are compliant and conforming because it’s the only way to not be seen as more of an outsider than we already are. I understand it to a certain extent, but sometimes I wish my parents would talk more about it. About being black in an all-white religious town. About their past and how they came to Hawkins. I know nothing and it’s something I push down to be the “perfect” daughter when deep down it bothers me. This is not something I can discuss with Lucas and Erica because they are happy in their bubble and I want to keep it that way for them. 

“What do you mean?” Nancy asks with a frown. “You’re not an outsider, Di.” 

“Never mind.” I say, handing Jonathan the gun, feeling more uncomfortable than before.

Nancy didn’t question me again and after shooting practice we decided to head through the forest looking for the mysterious animal. Dried leaves crunch under my boots as we all walked in silence. Jonathan and Nancy walked together giving me space to be alone for a while which I am grateful for because I didn’t feel like talking. My mind feels like it’s been jostled back and forth, buzzing with many thoughts. I can’t believe I said that out loud. I’ve never talked about it because who do I talk about this with? Uncle Jack only comes to Hawkins once a year and when he does the environment is uncomfortable and stuffy because Dad doesn’t like Uncle Jack and doesn’t hide it. Long distance calls are expensive and I have no money to pay for it and if Dad finds out I’ve been talking to Uncle Jack he’d be furious. Maybe I should start journaling or writing letters I’ll never send. 

“You never said what I was saying?” Nancy speaks after a long period of silence. 

“What?” Jonathan says. 

The conversation about the photos began in the darkroom yesterday, but I interrupted when I saw the final development of the photo of the thing that took Will and Barb. It’s definitely been the great elephant in the room between the three of us and though the conversation in the darkroom was light in nature, it is a serious situation. 

“Yesterday, you said, I was saying something and that’s why you took my picture.” I glance around not focusing on anything, while keeping my ears perked. 

“Oh, I don’t know. My guess…I saw this girl; you know trying to be someone else. But for that moment…it was like you were alone or you thought you were,” I cautiously peer at Nancy. She looks like she’s about to explode. “And, you know you could just be yourself.” 

I ground my teeth. Jonathan just opened up a huge can of worms. A few days ago, I would’ve agreed but after talking to Nancy, I don’t think she is trying to be someone else. She’s a young woman exploring and there’s nothing wrong with that. Also, Jonathan isn’t close to Nancy to know who she is and who she isn’t. Nancy doesn’t respond right away, processing the soft insult. She stops clenching her hands into fists. 

“That is such bullshit.” Nancy fumes, glaring at Jonathan. “I am not trying to be someone else. Just because I’m dating Steve and you don’t like him—” 

“You know what? Forget it. I just thought it was a good picture.” 

My head retracts back. “So, you were intentional in taking those photos.” 

Jonathan’s head whips back. His brows shoot up in disbelief. “What?” 

“You said you thought it was a good picture which means you were intentional about taking it.” My voice hardens. “Taking all of it.” 

“Don’t put words in my mouth, Diana.” Jonathan mutters furiously under his breath, walking away. I march behind him trying to keep up with his long legs and quick strides.

“I’m not putting words in your mouth! Nancy asked you a question and your answer quite frankly, was bullshit. Because really? That’s what you were thinking when she was taking off her shirt?” It’s a cop out. A poor excuse to deflect from what he did. Jonathan scoffs. “Unbelievable.” I hiss, catching myself before I trip over a branch. “What about how Steve feels?” 

“Oh my god!” Jonathan throws his hands up in exasperation and I am filled with so much adrenaline I’m starting to shake. 

“I told you his privacy was violated too!” I snap. “As was mine, Tommy, Carol, and Barb!” 

Jonathan spins around, eyes bulging out of his sockets. “And I said I was sorry for taking the photos!” He shouts. I blink repeatedly taken aback by this attitude. No one has ever yelled at me like that and Jonathan was the last person I thought would. Nancy steps in scowling at him. 

“Don’t yell at her!” she shouts, pointing at him. Jonathan glares at her and keeps his mouth shut. I look down at my boots, done with the conversation. “Steve is actually a good guy. The whole camera situation. He’s not like that at all. He was just being protective.” 

“Yeah.” Jonathan scoffs, walking away. “That’s one word for it.” 

“And what you did was okay?” Nancy barks, following after him. I stalk behind her keeping my distance. 

“I never said that.” 

“He had every right to be pissed—”

“Okay, all right.” Jonathan says, rolling his eyes, coming to a halt. “Does that mean I have to like him?” 

“No.” 

“Listen, don’t take it so personally, okay? I don’t like most people. He’s in the vast majority.” 

This is why he’s being like this. Because he doesn’t like Steve and has some sort of animosity towards him. I never thought I would stick up for Steve, but after my encounter with him in my garage, I think he’s a good person and deserves a chance to be seen and heard outside his bubble. 

“You know, I was actually starting to think that you were okay.” Nancy rages. 

“Yeah?” Jonathan challenges, eyes glowing with savage fire. 

“Yeah, I was thinking, ‘Jonathan Byers, maybe he’s not the pretentious creep everyone says he is.’” 

“Well, I was just starting to think you were okay. I was thinking, ‘Nancy Wheeler, she’s not just another suburban girl who thinks she’s rebelling by doing exactly what every other suburban girl does, until that phase passes and they marry some boring one-time jock who now works sales, and they live out a perfectly boring little life at the end of a cul-de-sac.’” His voice was stern with no vestige of sympathy in its hardness. “’Exactly like their parents, who they thought were so depressing, but now, hey, they get it.’” 

Nancy and I watch Jonathan march away. We look at each other absolutely gobsmacked at what just happened. Nancy’s face is so red, the veins in her neck pulsates with pent-up fury as she clenches her fists. I wrap my arm around her shoulders guiding her along the path. 

I admire the colours of the sky as we trek through the forest. Shades of pink, orange, and yellow blending and oozing together. The sun was setting and we would soon need to use our flashlights to navigate through the forest. My back aches from carrying my backpack for so long and I want to tell Jonathan to stop so we can take a break but he was far ahead keeping his distance. All of us have been quiet since the argument though Nancy walked beside me, we haven’t spoken focusing on our surroundings, deep in thought. 

A lot of truth has been said today and it felt like it was shoved down all our throats. I’m not mad at Jonathan for yelling at me and I hope he’s not mad at me for calling him out. What he did was stupid and I know he knows that, but picking a fight with Nancy was something completely different. It felt more personal and I can’t quite put my finger on why it would be since Jonathan and Nancy aren’t close. If anything, they may be farther apart now after what he said to her. I doubt Jonathan wants that especially because of how far we’ve come. 

“Are you okay?” Nancy asks quietly enough so Jonathan doesn’t hear. 

“Yes.” I respond automatically. Nancy looks at me and I drop the act. “No.” 

“Me neither.” she agrees, glaring at the back of Jonathan’s head. “I’m so sick of him and his holier than thou attitude.” 

“I can’t believe he yelled at me.” 

“I can’t believe that either!” she whispers hastily. “I didn’t like that.” 

“I know. Thank you for sticking up for me.”

“Thank you for sticking up for me and Steve.” 

“You’re welcome.” 

I debate on whether I should tell her he came to my house today, but decide it doesn’t matter and she probably already knew about it since he was in his way to see her anyways. 

“I can’t believe Princess Diana swore.” she teases, touching her chest in shock. 

“Oh, shut up.” I giggle, pushing her away. 

“Ou, again!” I roll my eyes. 

“I was just trying to understand why he took the photos.” 

“I honestly don’t even think he knows.” she says, looking at Jonathan again. There was no anger in her eyes, just curiosity.

“After that conversation, I think so too.” 

Nancy hums in response, tucking a stray wisp of hair behind her ears. “I was going to bring it up later but, what you did earlier today about being an outsider. What did you mean?” 

A ripple of anxiety went up my back while my stomach fell to my feet. I shrug my shoulders shaking me head. “I don’t know.” I deflect. 

“Diana, we’ve been friends for so long, you can talk to me about anything. You know that right?” 

I do know that, but this conversation was not about a boy or anything menial like that. It was much deeper and something I’ve been pushing down for years. I didn’t mean to say it out loud, but when Nancy went on about my perfect day family, I snapped. This past week I feel like I’ve gone through the most significant changes which in turn has brought up subconscious thoughts, emotions and insecurities. I feel like I’m being pulled in every direction, perfect daughter, perfect friend, Juilliard, Blackness, otherness. But who am I? Where do I want to go? Who do I want to be? 

“Diana.” Worry etched Nancy’s features. My silence makes her more anxious. I sigh, stepping over a branch. 

“Have you ever noticed there is no one who looks like me in our neighbourhood?” I mumble, uncomfortably. 

“No? What do you mean?” An expected answer. I close my eyes counting down from five. How do I go about this? 

“I mean, black.” I say, pushing down the lump forming in my throat. “My family…” I clear my throat. “My family is the only black family in the neighbourhood.” When Nancy doesn’t say anything, I continue. “I don’t remember when I noticed, but once I did, it’s hard not to. Even at school, I can count how many black people are there and majority are on the basketball team. Did you know that?” Nancy shakes her head. “I am the only black person in our classes, at dance. No matter where I go or what I do, who I am. I will always be the black one. Even in our friendship. That’s what I mean by outsider.” 

“My mom and dad don’t talk about our blackness and I’m left to figure it out on my own. I don’t have anyone to talk to about it. That’s what I mean when I said we don’t have difficult conversations. We just keep our heads down and conform, but sometimes I don’t want to conform. Sometimes…” I sigh feeling exhausted. Mentally. “Sometimes, I want to ask those questions but then I’ll feel like I’m not…” 

“The perfect daughter.” Nancy finishes. 

“Yeah.” I twirl the mallet in my hand. There’s so much to say but this conversation is exhausting enough. Nancy looks at the ground, kicking a rock. 

“I-I don’t know what to say…” she says lowly. “I’m sorry for not paying attention.” 

“You know now and that’s the first step.” 

“Of course, but please don’t be afraid to tell me these things. You’re my best friend and I don’t want you to feel like an outsider when you’re with me. What you said is something I need to know in order to change.” 

I nod my head and Nancy visibly relaxes, reaching to squeeze my hand. I rest my head on her shoulder feeling more relaxed than I did before the beginning of the conversation. It’s a conversation that could’ve easily gone south and I wouldn’t be prepared to handle it, especially after what happened hours before. Darkness quickly engulfs the sky and I am instantly aware of all the sounds in the forest. The wind slipping through leaves, the cracking undergrowth with each step Nancy and I make, the bugs crawling on trees. We all take out our flashlights to see and I notice Jonathan slows down to remain close, though still keeping his distance. I jerk at every unfamiliar sound making Nancy laugh again. 

“Do you remember Mei Wong?” I mutter, swatting away a fly.

“Yes. She auditioned for Juilliard!” 

“Well on Sunday at rehearsals, she told me…” I swallow to soothe the dryness in my throat. “She told me I should think about auditioning for Juilliard.” 

“Really? Wow!” 

I scrunch my nose. “I know.” 

“You definitely should. I meant what I said at Steve’s house. You’re such a beautiful dancer and you’re gonna go pro. I feel it.” I shake my head. Somehow Nancy sees it. 

“You are. I need you to be more confident in yourself.”

“I know, I know. It’s just…what if I audition and I don’t get in—”

“We’re only in 10th grade, you have time to worry about the auditions.” Nancy assures me.  “Maybe Juilliard has a summer intensive you can take beforehand to give you an extra boost.” 

“My dad will never allow that.” 

“Have you talked to your mom about it?” 

I shake my head. “Not yet.” 

“I say after all this is done and we find Barb, we will both help you research and come up with a plan for you to go to Juilliard. Because you’re going to Juilliard.” 

We find Barb. That’s the most important thing. It’s why we’re here now. The sound of her laughter echoed through my mind. The last time I saw her; felt her at Steve’s house. I don’t want to believe that was the last time I saw her. I shiver, crossing my arms above my chest. It’s so cold I can barely feel my ears and nose. Jonathan keeps pace with Nancy and I. There is still tension between the three of us, but now is not the time to dwell on it, not when we were outside in the forest on our own looking for God knows what. At random, Nancy slows down looking back and forth, her expression tight with strain. I keep myself composed despite the fact my heart is racing. Did she see something? Hear anything? Was it here? I tighten my grip on the mallet, my eyes darting from tree to tree. 

“What are you tired?” Jonathan asks. 

“Shut up.” Nancy hisses, looking around. “I heard something.” 

I follow closely beside Jonathan as we follow Nancy through the forest. I don’t know what we’re looking for or what she’s heard until I hear something faint…a whining sound. I gasp at the sight of a deer whimpering in front of underbrush. We all rush to the deer dropping to our knees. My stomach is in knots at the blood dampening its fawn-coloured coat. It looked like it’s been punctured multiple times. It’s ragged breathing and slow movements indicated it was in pain and about to die. I’ve never seen a deer this close before and I’m sad it has to be like this. Images of Bambi flash through my mind and I cover my mouth muffling my sobs.   

“Oh, God. It’s been hit by a car.” Nancy whimpers, tears brimming her eyes. She looks at the gun in her hand and holds it up. “We can’t just leave it.” 

“Wait!” I exclaim, grabbing her arm. “There must be something else we can do!” 

“It’s in too much pain. We have to.” 

“I’ll do it.” Jonathan says, taking the gun. Nancy and I look at him with wide eyes. “I’m not nine anymore.” Jonathan assures us. 

I stagger up on my feet grabbing Nancy’s hand. Jonathan points the gun at the deer. Time slows down and I feel like the forest is closing in on me. The hairs on the back of my neck stand up just as Jonathan is about to pull the trigger when suddenly, the deer disappears into the underbrush. I jump back startled, mouth opening in a silent scream. 

“What was that? What was that?” Nancy shouts. 

I wring my hands jumping up and down. “Oh, my god. Oh my, god. I can’t. I can’t.” Panic shoots up my spine and I hold my chest struggling to catch my breath.

“There’s so much blood.” 

“Where did it go?” 

“I don’t know.” 

I quickly pick up the flashlight and mallet I dropped in my state of panic. My skin tingles and I shake my head trying to focus, aiming the light on the ground. Blood smears all over leaves and twigs. I proceed around with caution, shining my light on anything and everything in the forest, being cautious of not stepping on any gore. From the far distance I notice something dripping from a hollow tree stump. It looked like…sap. No, it’s too thick for it to be sap. I am vigilant taking calculated steps and kneel in front of the tree inspecting the foliage. It looked like the tree was creating mucus. Thick, slimy, runny mucus. There was no smell to it, but it was weird. I paid attention in biology last semester to know that this wasn’t right.

“Nancy.” I whisper. “This tree…there’s weird stuff falling.” 

Nancy joins me on my knees shining her light. She touches the tree stump, looking up. “Jonathan?” she shouts, looking around. I search as well thinking he was with us, but he’s nowhere to be seen. It would be unwise to leave Nancy here alone to look for him. We were better sticking together. When I turn back however, Nancy is taking off her backpack placing it beside her bat. My eyes widen. “You’re not seriously going in there!” 

“Watch my stuff.” 

“Are you crazy?” I snap. 

That mucus could be toxic or worse. There was no need to go inside the clearly rotting tree. Nancy ignores me crawling inside. I am lost for words because not only can she fit inside; her body completely disappears as if there was an opening on the other side. I blink, shaking my head, feeling disembodied. 

“Nancy?”

Adrenaline bursts through my veins to prepare myself to fight or flee. I feel like I am back in Steve’s backyard keeping watch while Nancy does something completely foolish like walk into the forest on her own or like now, crawling into a slime coated hollow stump. I curse colourful words under my breath that would shock my Dad. I can’t leave her alone. So, I take off my backpack and put the mallet on top; count down from five in my head and crawl through the hole holding my breath hopefully awaiting Nancy on the other side. 

CHAPTER 6: THE MONSTER

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[aliencatwafers]

What do you think Callia's relationship with her parents could be like? I just wanna see your spin on it. I have a feeling Cackletta would be this strict but loving mom who do anything to protect her baby. (Especially from the Mario Bros). As for Antasma, most male bats usually don't give a shit about their pups but as a father figure, his job is to teach his little princess about the world itself.

Actually, they originally weren't planning on having kids at all. Cackletta herself thought she's "too old" to have any kids and proceeds to fuck with some ancient bat without any protection. She was devastatingly wrong. It turns out vampires can still reproduce, (due to a longer life span). Antasma didn't tell her this. Fawful and Cackletta weren't really happy with the results. Well done, 'Tas. 🙄 (Perhaps he wanted to teach his wife the consequences: think before you do anything else, I guess)?

So yeah, that's how they ended up with Callia! Just wanted to share some lore with you as a treat. I hope you like it! 🤭

Thank you for the question! I appreciate hearing the lore; now let’s see what I could add to it.

Basically, Cackletta and Antasma have opposite parenting styles and it can be a lot for Callia.

When Cackletta found out she was pregnant, she was in disbelief. She thought there was a mistake. But her magic confirmed it, she was pregnant. She tells Callia how she sat on the toilet in complete shock. And when Fawful found out and especially that Antasma knew this would happen, he definitely was planning to kill Antasma. Cackletta stopped Fawful from doing that and she wanted to raise the kid. This started Callia’s realization that she was a mistake and made her wonder if anyone loved her.

Cackletta, having experience raising Fawful, tells Callia that even if she was a mistake, Fawful was a mistake too* and she doesn’t love him any less. Surprise children are free servants.

* Cackletta didn’t birth Fawful. She adopted him from a shithole town called Favaville. Shroobs later destroyed the town and were about to kill Fawful but she saved him and adopted him - she didn’t expect the adoption but felt sentimental (though she’s hard pressed to admit it)

That made Callia feel half better. At least she’s not the only one.

Cackletta is the more involved of the two parents. She’s strict and doesn’t tolerate nonsense. She expects Callia to address her as the Great Cackletta, expects her clothing to be clean, wants her in bed by 8 pm, wants her to do her homework, ensure her handwriting is clear and legible, and expects proper manners at the dinner table. Thankfully she teaches Callia these rules. Still the expectations are high; it’s alot for a small child. Fawful tells her that this is actually Cackletta being chill. She was far worse when Fawful was a kid.

Cackletta teaches Callia magic and how to play the organ pipes.

Callia also enjoys Cackletta’s stories about her adventures. She wishes Cackletta would let her have fun more.

Antasma definitely doesn’t know what he’s doing. He thought he wouldn’t have to raise Callia but threats from Cackletta and Fawful were enough to get him involved.

He’s a chill dad to Callia. There are 0 rules with him. Callia gets to eat all the candy she wants, stay up as late as possible, and touch everything. She can make all the food she wants in the kitchen.

The downside is that if Callia isn’t feeling well, is demanding too much, or is about to get in danger, Antasma isn’t much help. She suffers the natural consequences. When Cackletta hears about it she takes care of Calia and then screams at Antasma.

Cackletta keeps a strict timetable for everything in Callia’s life. She has all the documents stored.

Cackletta also gives Callia a bunch of chores like dusting, decluttering, weeding the gardens, feeding the pets, cleaning the potion glass bottles, cleaning floors and then cleaning the bristles of the brooms.

This is overwhelming for Callia especially so young. These are times when she wants to be with Antasma but she knows Cackletta will take care of her. Meanwhile Antasma gives her no responsibilities and says yes to anything she wants, but she has to figure everything out herself.

Basically, Cackletta gives far too much discipline while Antasma doesn’t give enough. Being with Cackletta can be suffocating while being with Antasma gives no structure.

When Callia wants an escape from her parents’ extreme parenting styles, she hangs out with Fawful whenever he comes around. They make deals with each other. If Callia steals Cackletta’s magic flour or Antasma’s money, he’ll send out cleaning robots to do her chores so she gets free time. Fawful is a good mix between Cackletta and Antasma.

Putting Callia and Fawful together is every parent’s worst nightmare - they are two gremlins out to commit arson. Fawful is chaotic while Callia is a half vampire and half witch who can cast magic. They cause so much chaos in town and have burnt buildings to the ground. They’ve also explored the Mushroom Kingdom and met a bunch of Fawful’s friends. They visit the shady parts of towns a lot and sell badges and other things. Sometimes she helps out in schemes. Callia cherishes these memories.

Callia realizes Fawful is traumatized as he’s had full on mental breakdowns in front of her. Not only from the Shroobs and Mario Bros, but feeling restricted under Cackletta and then losing her (so he never got to reconcile with her), and now being careful since he’s afraid Cackletta will vanish again if he gets involved with her. And he’s iffy about Antasma since he is too passive and tries to do nothing which pisses Fawful off since he’s had to work for everything he’s ever had his whole life. It breaks Callia and makes her question everything.

As Callia gets older, she starts arguing with her parents. She wishes Cackletta was less strict and trusted her more while she wishes Antasma was more structured and stepped in if she was overwhelmed. The arguments got bad until Callia lost it and said she’d rather run away and live with Fawful than to spend another second with them. She goes as far to say she wishes Fawful parented her instead.

This got Cackletta and Antasma to reconsider their parenting. Callia laid it straight what they did wrong, and Fawful does the same when they ask what happened. Since he’s busy as hell, he makes them work out their issues.

Cackletta, Antasma, and Callia talk it out. Cackletta realizes how strict she was and plans to ease the extreme stuff and see that Callia is responsible. Antasma sees how little he actually knows Callia. Callia sees why both parents are the way they are and that she can’t try to escape her issues. Rather she needs to confront them.

Everything improves. Cackletta is more reasonable while Antasma is more involved. Callia communicates better.

The whole family starts to have more and more fun and get into more evil schemes.

Here’s what I imagine so far. I hope you like my spin on it.

[thequietmanno1]

TheLreads, Vigilantes ch 108, Replies Part 2

1) “Well, his body is, as he said himself, fine-tuned to this specific environment, so I fail to see where you’re going with that. Unless he forgot something pretty important and he has a limited time boosting himself like this”- Where he’s going is that Koichi’s current self exists in this hostile environment naturally, and has long since adapted to it, to the point that Nomura’s man-made enhancements can’t match up.

(Vigilantes ch 87) 2)“Interesting to know that, because that means that if we deprive McBee of oxygen, say, with a blast wave or a big fire, we can turn him into a sitting duck”- He’s aware of that weak spot, which is why he’s been biologically designed to minimise it as much as possible whilst maximising his advantages gained from a single ‘dive’ into the oxygen- less environment.

(Vigilantes ch 101)

3) “Yeah don’t worry it’s just McBee doing his McStuff. Just ignore him and he’ll get pissy and leave.”-Not this time I’m afraid. Nomura’s had enough of Koichi, so he’s sticking around to finish this fight to the bitter end one way or another.  

4) “Yeah… I don’t know… Although Koichi was fast we never saw him go that fast before, I wouldn’t say he’s exactly part of this environment, it’s more like he got thrown into it and turned out to thrive into it, becoming a truly invasive species, a super-predator that none in this biological niche can hope to surpass.”- Koichi didn’t ask to get thrown in the deep end, but it turns out there’s no better teaching method for becoming the deadliest son-of-a-bitch on the block possible. If Koichi only had some proper bloodlust in him, he’d have iced Nomura at least 5 times over by now, bio-enhancements or not.

5) “Ah, so he does have a spider-sense, I see. Well, it’s better than being able to see the future at least”- Learning how to take a blow is a combat response most of us have some kind of experience with. Koichi’s just trained that part of himself up past 11 over these long years. 6) ““combat experience” aka “getting his shit kicked in for the last three years””- It’s kinda hilarious how Tulpa O’Clock is praising Koichi for a long streak of utter failures in fighting people. Never throwing an actual attacked worked out for him, because it allowed him to hoard all that exp for this moment, and now he’s unstoppably level-grinding to counter everything Nomura throws at him.

7) “But Koichi is, of course, not a hero nor a cop, and he always let the opponent makes the first move, meaning that fight against him is trying to hit someone that trained how to counteract anything you throw at him”- I’m pretty sure Koich may have subconsciously used his Quirk a few times in a fight to deflect any serious damage coming his way, but in such a manner that neither he nor his opponents realised it at the time. Nomura pushing the edges so far here in order to kill Koichi is just making his real potential abundantly clearer to them both. 8) “He developed an immunity to it, it’s like a vaccine. Even if you do stab him, it won’t do anything, because his immunological system is that strong”- And Nomura is currently stabbing Koichi, only to find it being markedly less effective than he expected.

9) “Koichi zoned-out so hard right now he had to use his quirk to move his head out of the way

Alright, so now we found how Koichi is so powerful: weed.”- The repulsion field doesn’t just move his head slightly fast enough to avoid Nomura’s strike, it also blocks the hit itself from touching Koichi, a focused mini-shield to precisely nullify that hit to the vital area he was aiming for.

10) “I think that now it’s time for Koichi to shift into a higher gear. Way higher I must say.”- Nomura attacking so fast means there’s basically no room to breathe for Koichi which means that these repulsion fields aren’t being generated by him holding his breath to consciously use them- Koichi’s just willing the fields to where he needs them without expending his usual effort, the “other guy” having a more precise and controlled understanding of how Koichi’s ability works than he does, and can thus use it without the limits Koichi imposes on it and himself. 

(Vigilantes  ch 76)

11) “Huh. That`s… not the idea I got from his power. I mean, sure, every time he went up a wall was when he had built some considerable momentum, but… Wait, this doesn`t seem right, especially considering the fight at the Sky Egg.

He was still on a horizontal surface, but he was under the strain of moving from side to side while sticking to the ceiling, that seems like a way more taxing situation than just moving up a wall in a straight line.”- A hint that this stillisn’t his real limits, but rather the self-imposed limitation he puts on himself to remain in control of his powers. Pushing it this far lets him do it more, but it’s implied the repulsion effect could start to reach levels where Koichi struggles to safely handle it if he keeps pushing it more and more. In a bizarre way, him losing focus on his powers actually makes his powers not only stronger, but improves said control as well, as long as he lets his body do what comes naturally. (Vigilantes ch 76)

12) “Huhhhh- Was I mean, the Sky Egg? You saw how long he stayed there, while shooting at a Nomu? When did you suddenly don`t have the lung power to just move up a wall Koichi? Also, when did that even became a established point of your quirk? My memory is pretty bad, so it probably was said somewhere back then, but as far as I remember, we only had some theories that you inhaled to build power for the shots, not even for the slide and stick around.”- My impression of the ‘lung power’ thing is that it’s like Koichi’s version of a Mana bar. A subconscious habit he adopted and now uses as a restraining bolt to enable him to manage his repulsion, forcing it out whilst he holds his breath and stopping it when he runs out of oxygen, In a similar principle to swimming – strenuous exercise that is offset from going too far by running out of a necessary substance, forcing you to take a brief rest. Using this, he’s able to keep his repulsion going when he needs it without it becoming uncontrollable, and uses the breathing thing as a means of ‘hitting the breaks’ on it- all without really realising it, so he assumes the breath-holding is necessary rather than a subconscious reaction. 13) “I’m starting to think Koichi has truly left the building and something else has taken over, because this almost doesn’t look like my boy anymore”- It’s like Bruce Banner and the Hulk, with as much a corresponding power boost between them.

14) “I love that Koichi’s true power is that he doesn’t think

absolutely fitting to him as a character, he’s like an Undead + Unluck character, he negates thinking and that’s what makes him powerful”- You can’t outsmart somebody who doesn’t smart at all.

15) “okay so the weed-fulled Koichi stepped down for a while, we’re back to regular Koichi again. Completely oblivious to what the hell just happened.”- It’s just salt in the wound for Nomura, because now he’s completely aware that when Koichi out-performs him, he’s doing it  without all the effort he himself put in to achieve the same results.

16) “What the fuck are you even saying O'Clock tulpa? Isn’t this phase supposed to be “go apeshit, return to monke”? That’s the vibe I got at least when McBee became a fucking beast and started attacking with not sense of rationality

what the fuck you mean this is the first step of keikaku*?”- I guess Nomura’s body-shifting can still be applied to this new form, so presumably he can try different strategies and tactics at this new “higher gear” stage if one isn’t enough to do the job.“Well, at least for now things are going down a cool road. Especially now that McBee actually feels threatening. My god we had to turn him into the loch ness monster so he finally felt like a villain worth of the final arc. And I’m not complaining, that form looks rad, truly feels like an actual nomu out to kill everyone.”- Nomura’s human self was always a façade, so discarding that egotistic visage to showcase his real self without any such attachments automatically makes him more dangerous and threatening. @thelreads

[ozimagines]

(DISCLAIMER: I am a severe bipolar depressant who has been in two different psychiatric wards in my life. This is based off of my experiences. I am not disrespecting mental illnesses. On the contrary, I think we treat people with mental illnesses like prisoners in these facilities, or at least the ones I’ve been forced into.)

Oz Mental Health/ Asylum AU

The juices we get in asylums were smaller than the ones they got in Oz, but you get the picture. Prison food = asylum food. (Once got served pasta that was just cold pasta, mayo, carrots, and cheddar cheese. Do not recommend.)

Idk where anyone else is from but my state has the Baker Act where a doctor or police officer (yeah idk how that’s allowed) will determine you’re a danger to yourself or others and involuntarily put you in an asylum for up to 72 hours in which case the Baker Act can be extended if “necessary”. After a certain amount of time you can go before a judge and try to get the Baker Act overturned. It doesn’t always work.

^And the fun thing is that they make you pay for the stay. Hundreds of dollars a day. Even if you can’t afford it, you can’t opt out if you’re Baker Acted. If you’ve got good insurance it’ll pay for about 75%, but as a symptom of many disorders is being bad with money… you see the cycle?

^And you know Mental Health AU Kareem Said is all over that shit. The cycle of poverty and depression. And especially the demographics they affect.

“You’re in my asylum now.”

Everyone in the has a reason and a status⬇️

Vern Schillinger: Delusions of grandeur, danger to others, Status: INVOLUNTARY [EXTENDED]

Tobias Beecher: PTSD, Addiction Status: VOLUNTARY

Miguel Alvarez: Psychotic breaks, depression, suicidal ideation/attempts Status: INVOLUNTARY

You get the picture.

We played blackjack for each other’s socks once. And when it got cold we just bet desserts. Imagine them doing that.

The “hacks” for us were the orderlies. Some were nice, to be clear. Like Murphy. Some just taunted us. Howell. We had doctors who cared. Nathan. We had doctors who didn’t. Garvey.

We always talked about what we would do when we “got out”. And we phrased it just like that.

Stanislavsky: “bubble baths.”

O’Reily: “fuck an 18 year old virgin”

We almost never heard music. One time, an orderly was playing a song off his computer. Last Dance for Mary Jane by Tom Petty. I asked him to turn it up and we just danced for three minutes. That would be McManus. Adding just a touch of humanity.

We were luckier than some Oz guys in that we got “outside” time. It was a bricked in concrete courtyard about the size of a bedroom with screen overhead. I imagine some of the Oz guys sitting out there for group.

GROUP! Like class for Oz, it’s not mandatory but it does make you smell sweeter when you’re trying to get out.

I keep picturing McManus as one of the group instructors.

“Draw something that you enjoy doing. Draw something you can’t live without. Draw something…”

“I drew weed, man, can I leave?” -Chico

Some people were quiet and others boisterous. I think people have this view that everyone in a ward is in the middle of a psychotic episode or is a vegetable. It’s not the case. Some are so lively it’ll break your hearts.

I can imagine this AU Miguel sitting, looking out a thin, screened window, trying to see something outside worth living for.

Chico, boisterously explaining that he doesn’t belong there. That he’s not a nut case and they can let him leave.

Busmalis and Rebadow knowing they probably never will.

The detailing in these places is immaculate and every single part will make you cry. We have hang proof doorknobs. Markers instead of pens. Softcover books only. I understand why it has to be that way, but as Kareem Said would point out, you’ve cured the symptoms but not the sickness. We wouldn’t need those if we had proper medical care and were able to manage the illness.

This is sadder than most AUs and I’m sorry for that but the US treats it’s mentally ill like it treats its criminals; like once you do or think something you cease to be a person. I don’t know if this will be a welcome post, but I thought I’d mix a little Oz with a little modern day activism. That’s what Oz was. The poor treatment of prisoners in the U.S. I present, The Oswald Psychiatric Hospital, North wing, Emerald City, poor treatment of a different type of prisoner.

We’re people. We deserve clothes that aren’t scrubs and filthy. We deserve

Like Oz, there is no “out”. Even when you’re on the outside, your problems are still yours. And you look back at the gates you wanted so much to be on the other side of and wonder: now what?

[stinkrascal]

A couple things I was wondering is how did you figure out you had BPD? I know there's a couple disorders that can often get diagnosed beforehand, so I guess how did you know there was more going on? Secondly, what kind of therapy do you feel was the most helpful, if any? I have issues keeping a therapist because they tuxedo mask away after realizing I already have CBT down (which only kind of helps me). Thank you for being open about BPD! I feel like there's so much unnecessary stigma.

hiiiiii!! sorry i didnt reply yesterday i spent all day writing my silly sims stories 😴 i will talk about my experience under the cut!! ty for being curious about it!! <3

umm tbh i was diagnosed in a really weird way lol. so, like, where i went to high school was a really conservative and religious town, and when i was a freshman in high school i was one of the only trans/lgbt kids that was vocally out at my school. there were more of them, my friend group was basically all lgbt ppl, but i was the only person in my school who would demand staff to call me a different name/use different pronouns. but anyways so my lgbt friend group was being bullied pretty badly so our school hired this counselor training in lgbt issues that would talk to us individually about our experiences as lgbt kids who were bullied and such. it was actually really cool you know! but anyways i was one of the students who had to participate in this and the lady who was talking to me realized that i was, like, a really troubled kid lol. and on top of that i was failing all my classes and i had been struggling in school my entire life (like consistently making report cards with at least 5/7 of the classes being failed type of shit) sooooo they basically had this like idk meeting with my parents? where they were super adamant that they take me to a doctor and put me into therapy bc i was struggling really badly and yeah. after that my parents put me into therapy and got in touch w a doctor and i got some treatment and eventually a bpd diagnosis. but yea it only happened cuz of my school forcing them to take me ha.

the truth is i didn't really suspect anything was wrong with me because the way i grew up, i thought everyone acted like me 🤷‍♂️ i think the only time i started really thinking i might have bpd was when i got my first boyfriend at 16, that's when my codependency and attachment issues really started to manifest, and those have always consistently been the bpd symptoms i struggle the most with. but even back then i didn't really know what bpd was, so it wasn't like i was specifically thinking i was suffering w bpd. more so that i knew something was Off about me but i couldn't really explain what it was

unfortunately i haven't gone to therapy in a long time :( and the last time i went it wasn't for bpd treatment at all. so i really can't say what could help you there in terms of therapy. i did group therapy during my bpd treatment but it didn't really help me much.

you're probably not gonna like this answer lmao but i use weed to medicate my intense mood swings and that helps a lot. also just being able to recognize when i need to cool off and being able to use my words to tell ppl that i need to be alone for a minute to clear my head, that helps too. basically just being mindful of ur changing emotions and giving yourself room to feel those emotions and allow them to pass u, without feeling guilt for this, and without projecting those emotions onto other ppl bc at the end of the day it isn't really anyone else's fault that u feel the way you do.

also just try to give ppl the benefit of the doubt in general, ik my bpd makes me SO sensitive like for example. ik we make jokes about this but you guys im not kidding, my favorite mutual reblogging a post from someone else instead of me hurts my feelings so bad some days i have to just log off and go cry about it. CRY ABOUT IT YOU GUYS! it's really awful and totally not grounded in reality 😭 but like it's there, it's something i experience and deal with, and it isn't anyone's fault that it happens, it's just the cards i was dealt with.

so instead of projecting that feeling onto my beloved mutuals and being like Ohhhhh so you actually hate me! You actually want me to kill myself! You've actually never cared about me ever, person I've had two conversations with in total! yeah instead of working myself up for something so silly... i just try to put myself in other ppls shoes, try to remember that when i do things it is not with malicious intent and most people are also not doing things with malicious intent. bc for me, my bpd tends to dehumanize ppl... they arent people with nuance and depth and complex and at times contradictory lives, theyre my Favorite Person, person who does no wrong, person who could never do any wrong no matter how hard they try, and that's dehumanizing, that's unfair to the person!! so by humanizing the other person, by remembering we are all people with rich inner lives and struggles and most of us just want to do our best even when we slip and fall... it helps calm me down from those spirals where im like, ohhhhh god everyone hates me because they didn't reblog a text post from meeeee!!! lol

[dzpenumbra]

1/11/23

Today has been just generally... unsettling... an emotion-full day. And, unfortunately, not in a lot of positive ways.

I got my cat some food, started the day. Decided to go up to the package room and get my new headphones that got here today. They're like... Star Trek shit. It's spooky. It's weird. I feel really old when I use technology like this, like one of the apes from 2001. Noise cancelling technology has improved so much over the years, its nuts.

I tried to sync the headphones to my computer, but I guess the bluetooth on my PC is just absolute dogshit because I was sitting in my chair like 2 feet from the tower and the sound was garbled. That was a big bummer. I hope they pair well with the TV at least, that would be nice for movies and such. I guess that's a thought really only bachelors have - "how can I have a really great movie watching experience without making noise" - because, you know, if you have... a partner... or family... or friends... you don't really think about that kind of stuff, because noise is just a part of life. TV obviously has noise when you share a living situation, but when you're alone, is there really a good reason why you're not using headphones? Hmm?

My brain is pretty scattered right now, having trouble keeping up with it. I did yoga, it was mostly focused on the heart chakra. Did a lot of good for my back, honestly. And maybe part of why I've been so emotionally... open? Present? I don't know. Just like a fog of emotions today. She did a few poses that I just legit could not do. Like child's pose but with your chest touching the ground... like... I tried all kinds of shifting around and I could not for the life of me get my chest on that damn mat. It's very humbling. But, of course, points for trying, and for showing up in the first place. I kept flashing back to talking with that chick that went to dinner with my brother, sister in law, nephew and I; when she was talking about doing yoga and asked if I was new to it. And I keep going, "why the hell didn't I say yes?" Because I tried to get into it in 2019 and was doing it pretty regularly for a summer? And occasionally I'll add it in for a few weeks here, a few weeks there? I'm not a complete beginner, like first week on the mat, but like... I'm not very experienced at all here. My body is not really capable of doing as much as I'd like it to do right now. Guess that's growing up. 2019 was 3-4 years ago now. Time flies.

I've had a bit of a level of... fuck... hanging in the air today. Like... frustration. Apathy? ... What's the word? ... oh. Probably depression. Yeah, that fits pretty well. It has some more outwardly grumpy elements too, but depression is really the primary manifestation of it, I think.

When I was getting ready for my shower, I opened my Reddit comment history. I was looking for my most recent comment I made this morning. There was a post about a big uptick in ER visits by older weed users due to freakouts now that legalization is rolling out, and I wanted to partake in the conversation. There was a lot of really shitty unproductive "get good", "handle your shit grandpa" childish fucking bullshit, like the majority of the comments. Like a bunch of fucking Neanderthals trying to weigh in on a quantum mechanics discussion. I bet it's college kids or some shit, I don't know. The mainstream subreddits are just... not what they were 10 years ago, feels like. But there were some people who actually had... intelligent, researched, helpful insights. A few people were hinting that this big push to breed out CBD and get as high THC content as possible has been the major contender in this, and it seems most growers have been doing that just across the board. And, conveniently, it's mostly driven by the majority customer-base being the shit-talking Call of Duty players above. Now, for the discerning, emotionally-in-touch, intellectual, sensitive type? Especially if they're a bit on the neurodiverse side or carrying mental health burdens? That's like a one-way ticket to freakout zone.

I mean this sincerely, I would LOVE to be part of psychological research for cannabis and mental health. I would be a perfect candidate. I really want to help people understand the connection between CBD and THC interactions, and how they affect different conditions. Because I can go into freakouts like clockwork, it really doesn't take much. I'd love to work with some knowledgeable people to formulate a blend for me that gets me the sleep benefits and the general mood leveling, the focus boost, all that... without sending me into an apocalyptic hellscape.

So I left a reply on a comment about CBD and THC, and asked for some recommendations, tips, etc. But I had just woken up and was like... I assumed that thread was on my local city subreddit, but it was r/science... so I went in to edit out my question about recommendations of a local dispensary that had weed for sensitive people. And I saw my most recent comments, the shit from last week.

Last week, I came across a local teenager, I assume female but you never know. They said they had ADHD in passing. Their form of typing did not have punctuation. It was very interesting to me, I didn't really understand it, it seemed like this person learned how to communicate through texting or something, and just never... learned or saw the point of using punctuation? It always fascinates me how stuff like that develops. But... because of this person's syntax... people were downvoting the FUCK out of every comment she made. Which I found... a bit childish, and honestly, pretty discriminatory. This was on her own post by the way. Yep. Her own comments were being voted by the majority population to be not relevant to her own question... It's not a "like" button, folks, this isn't Facebook. But I guess when 90% of the userbase uses an upvote as a "like" button, then... it just sorta defaults to becoming a "like" button, doesn't it. Reddiquette used to be something taken seriously, now it just sorta feels like a weapon people use to shame each other.

The person was asking for take-out/delivery recommendations when on a diet. They were citing having a lot of social anxiety and the whole experience of going out and doing that being very overwhelming and difficult, which I find very relatable. I left a big comment with my local recommendations for GrubHub and even left a recommendation to look into getting a crock pot or pressure cooker since the crock pot has really been a lifesaver for me. And I closed by saying I was sorry people were treating them poorly, that I didn't really think they deserve it and I was a bit disappointed to see this area wasn't really as progressive as I had originally thought. Some others even downvoted my comment in response. Like... I really don't get it. The justification that someone left as a reply to me... was that they have been "getting a lot of trolls lately". Which is... I mean, isn't that the textbook definition of witch-hunting? Like... isn't it? Just like... "this person types different than us - guilty".

The person said outright that they had social anxiety issues that were so severe that they frequently didn't feel comfortable leaving the house. They got downvoted to oblivion on their own attempt to reach out for help to their local community, on suspicions that it was a "prank". Today, the post and their account were deleted.

It made me sad. It made me angry. I wanted to message a moderator. But what fucking difference is it going to make. When a mob is the majority... that's just what the community is on there. But I'll tell you this much, I really do not feel safe posting anything honest about my mental health struggles in that subreddit. Dead honest. I feel like if I do one fucking thing that they deem as "suspicious" or "not normal", they will assume I am not just inauthentic, but actively fucking with them, deem me a threat, and try to suppress my voice. Just... take a minute and let that cause and effect sink in there. Please do not let that sound normal, don't normalize that stuff, really think about it. I, a creative with a brain that just works different than others (which is supposed to be a gift, by the way), will get shamed, accused, discredited, suppressed and deemed guilty with zero evidence. I will have my voice suppressed in a conversation that I initiated, simply because I speak or think differently. And remember, it's not 200 B.C. ... It's 2023 A.D. Boy golly, look at how far we've come!

I wonder why I was depressed and angry for a big portion of the day. That was a big part. It made me really not want to go out ever again. It made me really feel like I should be suspicious of people around me and how they will treat me if/when they find out I'm different than them. It put me really on edge.

But I managed to shake that a bit, at least enough to order some chinese food from the restaurant that's literally right next door to my apartment building. And, lucky me, it was the best of the three chinese places I've eaten at so far. And I didn't even have to tip a driver. And I went out into public, around people, and it didn't go catastrophically wrong! It was just a normal thing. Just a normal dude in his mid-30's getting chinese takeout from a woman wearing fluffy white mickey mouse ears for some reason. The normality of it helped ground me a bit.

I even played guitar a bit today. Found a chord progression to play around with. I'm not sure if I'm at the stage of setting up for recording just yet... but... I came up with some pretty cool stuff.

Then I just played some Session to round out the night, grabbed a few clips. I think I'm gonna do clip parts and post them on Instagram, why not?

Welp, I tried to get an earlier start on this today and now it's 2AM, so... that's improvement over 3:30. See ya tomorrow.

[glitter-bunny420]

for your viewing pleasure, here is a list of some of the most iconic quotes from snapcube’s sonic the hedgehog fandub series

*sighs* "I miss my wife, Tails. I miss her a lot. I'll be back."

“Oh!” “Bitch, you are gon’ get in this car or I'm poppin’ between your eyes!" "Wait, I know you! I saw your dick on Twitter!" “AGH! GOD DAMN-!”

"What the fuck?! Is that Shadow's dick?!"

"Who posted my nudes on Twitter dot com?! Oh no! Oh no, they put it all the way in the fucking islands! Now everyone’s gonna know about my secret egg dick. Where do you think you're going, cucker?" "I don't talk to people whose dicks are less than three inches.”

"I can't believe your tits are one polygon!"

*evil laughter* "You fool! I have seventy alternative accounts!"

"Ah! I just remembered a traumatising experience in my past. Hang on, I have to stim and I'll feel better."

"Welcome to Tilted Towers! Allow me to introduce myself. My name is Memphis Tennessee and I'm part lizard."

“I peed on your wife, Robotnik. She's mine now. That’s the law." "What the actual shit?! What?!"

"Alright, since Team FurAffinity fucked my wife, I’m going to have to have you both be a part of my team. Why is the camera zooming in?!" “I mean, I guess that’s fine as long as I get my weed back, I don’t really care.” “I don’t have a character motive.” “Listen! We’re going to explore this island. You’re going to find Sonic. He has all the weed that you need - the gonja, that mary jane. Mari-jamij! All in his pockets. He is your local drug dealer and I’m going to blow up the island. Now go look for Sonic. And hurry up, you... fucking... cuckhogs.”

“I'm going to kill you. And then kill you again."

"Hi, Mr. President! We need your help! Some masked villain named the Glitch-” “Sonic! My long lost lover! It’s fi- Oh.” “Wha- Hey, I told you not to bring that up anymore. I'm putting that behind me, Mr. President.”

“You didn’t think I had legs, did ya? I’m like Gru, except I’m the one before Gru. I’m... Eggru. Ooh, gottem.”

“But Maria, you smelt it! Therefore, you are the one who dealt it!”

“You motherfucker! You just left me to die!" "Top thirty reasons why Sonic is sorry. Number five will surprise you." “Top thirty anime deaths! Number one! Your fucking ass right now!”

”All of that you see before you? Everything the piss touches, that is your kingdom. And you, my son, shall go forth and inherit it.”

”What are you two fucking talking about?!”

”Well, ten years have passed and I feel the same way, Rouge.” “You still wanna pee in a Hot Topic?” “Yes, Rouge. Thank you for listening to my insane ramblings about peeing in a Hot Topic.” “Listen, I’ll take you to a Hot Topic.” “Finally... A place to release myself.”

”Oh, this? It’s my arm!”

“Do you see this? This is the diamond that I’m going to give to my brand new husband and/or wife. It’ll be theirs for the rest of time. With the GameCube 2. So if you want-” “Whoa, he’s bisexual! I didn’t know that-” “By the way, I’m bisexual.”

“Are you my mom?!” “No? What... the fuck?”

“Maria.” *explosion sounds*

“I don’t feel so good. Why are all my limbs slack? Why can’t I move my eyes? Why can’t I move my mouth? Is this an internal dialogue? I can’t see the end of the horizon. HATSUNE MIKU, IS THAT YOU?!”

*various voices repeating “Maria” all at once* “I never learned how to reeeaaad.”

“Silver, you know what? You’re a twink. I’m gonna go smoke some weed now.” “How long were you waiting to say that?” “The whole dub, baby!”

“One!” “Yeah, one.”

“This is an advanced skateboarding trick.” “Yeah, it’s called ‘Digging Up Atlantis’.”

“I... will fucking... end you.”

And last but certainly not least...

"I've come to make an announcement. Shadow the Hedgehog's a bitch-ass motherfucker! He pissed on my fucking wife. That's right, he took his hedgehog fuckin' quilly dick out and he pissed on my fucking wife, and he said his dick was ‘THIS BIG’, and I said ‘That's disgusting!’, so I'm making a callout post on my Twitter dot com. Shadow the Hedgehog, you've got a small dick. It's the size of this walnut except way smaller. And guess what? Here's what my dong looks like!” *explosion sounds* “That's right, baby. All points, no quills, no pillows. Look at that, it looks like two balls and a bong. He fucked my wife, so guess what, I'm gonna fuck the Earth! That's right, this is what you get! My super laser piss! Except I'm not gonna piss on the Earth, I'm gonna go higher! I'M PISSING ON THE MOON! How do you like that, Obama?! I PISSED ON THE MOON, YOU IDIOT! You have twenty-three hours before the piss drrrop-o-lets hit the fucking Earth! Now get outta my fucking sight, before I piss on you too!”

[buckyownsmylife]

Memory - Bucky Barnes smut

The one where Bucky's a vampire but still manages to develop a breeding kink

Warnings: smut, breeding kink, vampire!AU, creampie, daddy kink, mention of blood because of biting

A/N: this is for my darling cousin @whisperlullaby​‘s challenge, and also my own! Like I explained here, I’m going to try to fill every single AU I listed with the characters I picked for the challenge, and since the deadline if May 27, these fics will be posted randomly, as I finish them, instead of on Thursdays, which are my usual one-shot posting days. I hope you guys will enjoy this silly idea of a vampire with a breeding kink 💛 I had a blast writing it! Unbeta’ed because I almost died this week and cannot be bothered to stare at my writing for any longer.

Bucky’s P.O.V.

“Okay, let’s play truth or dare!” I groaned as silently as possible at the proposition. One of the downsides of dating someone in college was having to deal with the immaturity of their friends, especially when I was unable to escape yet another invitation for a weekend getaway.

There were only so many encounters a man could refuse before mysterious became annoying, and I knew I was toeing the line, even if my girlfriend never complained.

She understood just how irritating these gatherings could be to me. It would have been easy to imagine if there was a realistic age gap between us, but considering the centuries that separated our birth dates, it was laughable that anyone would entertain the idea of me with a bunch of young adults who only wanted to get laid, smoke some weed and drink their asses off.

Of course, her friends didn’t know my true age, so they only thought I was a little bit irked by their behavior. Y/N knew the truth, and so evidently she tried to get me out of it, but I resisted.

I wanted her to take part in the normal experiences people her age were having. There was already so much that she was missing out on just by being with me - and I wasn’t even referring to the blood that she granted me every night.

I’d accepted to be there with her that evening. I was going to immerse myself in the full experience, if only to learn a bit more about her and those she surrounded herself with.

Her best friend let out a little excited yell when she noticed that we were joining the circle and I forced myself to smile at her. “Alright, let’s do this.” One of the male friends rubbed his hands before reaching for the bottle, making it spin as I frowned. I thought that was a different game, but apparently I was mistaken.

It landed on a girl I had yet to get acquainted with, and so I disconnected myself from the conversation as I watched my beloved laugh and have fun with her friends. It made me feel warm. It made me grateful I had decided to join.

A few more rounds went by without anything of essence actually happening. I was about to excuse myself when the bottle surprisingly stopped while pointing at Y/N.

She gasped as she stared at the man who was responsible for deciding her fate, and I already knew I wouldn’t like what was coming next. But she was smart, so she avoided the dare that would undoubtedly enrage me, leaving her to answer a question that I also would have preferred not to hear.

“So… Y/N…” He began, taking far too much pleasure at the situation, and by the way she rolled her eyes, I knew she was thinking the same.

“Yes, Simon.” He opened his mouth to say something, but instinctively looked my way. I was trying my best not to let any emotion slip through the cracks of my perfectly constructed mask, but whatever it was that he saw seemed to make him change his mind.

He closed his mouth and frowned, for a second deep in thought, before he sighed and finally voiced his question. “Just tell us one of your kinks.”

It sounded like he was trying to get this over with, and although Y/N seemed just as confused, she cleared her throat and gave him an answer.

“Oh, I don’t know… I guess.. Creampie?” Little giggles and comments rose around the circle, but nothing really stuck out and they were quick to motion her to spin the bottle so another person could have a turn.

It was a different reaction that I was expecting, especially considering what everyone did for much tamer answers, but the explanation for the lukewarm crowd was made clear by a groaned comment from Simon to the man beside him.

“This is no fun now that she isn’t single.” A small giggle resonated by my side, and I turned in the direction it came from to find my girlfriend trying to suppress her amusement behind her palm.

“Something funny, little one?” I knew they’d take notice of the pet name, but I honestly couldn’t be bothered to even pretend to care, and the fact that she smiled openly up at me showed me that she didn’t, either.

“Not at all.” She pulled me closer to deposit a quick peck on my lips and I was sure if my heart was still beating, it would have fluttered at the way she looked at me. “Thanks for coming tonight.”

“Of course.” Thankfully, the game didn’t last much longer - for us, at least. Somehow, the bottle didn’t land on me once, and Y/N started to yawn, her head resting against my shoulder after the third consecutive “Who would you rather bang?” question.

“I think we’re gonna leave for the night,” she excused us even though I knew she wasn’t really sleepy. She really could be an excellent actress when she wanted to.

We walked up the stairs to where the bedrooms were located, quickly getting in what had been assigned as ours for the weekend. She smiled softly at me as she reached for her backpack, no doubt looking for the one shirt of mine she always slept in, but I had a few things in my mind I wanted to ask her about.

“Why do you like creampies to much?” The words spilled out at me so unusually, considering the silence in the room, it didn’t surprise me that it took her a while to answer. When she did though, I was surprised to find her biting her lip, a look between amused and horny in her eyes when she approached me.

“Dunno.” She shrugged, taking my hands in her and playing with my fingers. I knew it was a way to avoid my intense gaze. “Guess I have a bit of a breeding kink, actually. It just felt too personal to share with those guys.”

The answer took me by surprise as I stared down at her, blinking a couple of times as I made sure to really process what she had said.

“A breeding kink?” I confirmed, and she rolled her eyes in that way I knew she did when she was embarrassed but trying to play it off as annoyed.

“Yeah, you know.” She pulled away from me to sit on the bed, legs dangling off of it almost like a child. “I like the idea of being bred. Even though I’m in no way ready to become a mother,” she added in a serious tone, making sure I understood what she meant.

But I didn’t. I didn’t and I guess it was clear in my face, because she quirked an eyebrow and jumped out of the bed, coming to stand before me once more.

“Why is this so weird to you?” She inquired, head tilted in amusement. “You’re over a century old, I’m sure your expectations regarding sexual relationships were related to impregnation for most of your life.”

And I mean… she wasn’t wrong. But I hadn’t thought about that for so long, I guess it didn’t occur to me that there was an actual term for it these days.

“There’s no way you don’t have a breeding kink.” The affirmation sounded almost like a dare, so my instinct was to fight it, wrap my arms around her torso so I’d keep her close to me, but deny it.

“You know I can’t ‘breed’ anyone anymore, darling.” But she wasn’t giving up. Her fingers softly traced my jawline, eyes sparkling with a dangerous glint as she countered, “Doesn’t mean you can’t like the idea of it.”

Even though I didn’t need the oxygen, I inhaled sharply, suddenly fascinated by her every movement, the way she gently unwrapped herself from my arms to slowly unbutton her simple dress, the one she made it look like a fucking gown.

“Think about it, Buck…” Every inch of skin that became exposed to my eyes still had my mouth watering, desperate to taste her all over.

“Wouldn’t you want to see me round with your child?” The question provoked my imagination, playing with her features as I thought about what she proposed. Her breasts fuller, stomach protuberant, and maybe a little feet rubbing against the skin, something I could kiss.

“See me carry your genes, continue your lineage… Wouldn’t you want that?” Her innocent eyes spelled trouble when she stood before me again, close enough to touch.

And I couldn’t deny that the idea did something to my heart - even though it didn’t beat anymore. Most undeniably, it definitely did something to my cock, which now strained against my pants, the arousal that the image of her impregnated by me provoked bursting as I looked at the creature that I loved in wonder and fascination.

“Are you trying to tempt me, doll?” She bit on her lower lip to stop herself from giggling before I pulled it away from her teeth when I took her in my arms again, naked breasts rubbing against my shirt.

“Is it working?” She breathed out, eyes connected to mine while she tried to gather my feelings about her attempt. I pressed her body closer, making sure she’d feel the hardness in my pants before I even voiced it.

“Very well,” I whispered in her ear, enjoying the way my cold breath awakened goosebumps all over her warm skin. She never complained about the difference in temperature, something that I was profoundly grateful for, since I loved to feel her hot blood pumping underneath my fingertips whenever I trailed my digits over her flesh.

“So tell me,” she pressed, still going for seductive even though she sounded slightly out of breath, her desire evident in the way her pupils had dilated. “Would you like to breed me, James?”

A shiver went down my spine at the question and I closed my eyes for just one second, just to relish in this sensation before I opened them to confess, “You have no idea how much I’d like that.”

My hand easily spread her lower lips, middle finger running between them to test her wetness and finding her soaked, like she always seemed to be for me. The knowledge had me smiling as I lifted my hand to taste her before making quick work of my belt, observing her slowly walking backwards towards the bed as I followed, almost like there was a thread connecting us, keeping us close.

Y/N’s P.O.V.

“Fuck, you feel so good,” he moaned against my ear as he buried himself inside of me and I clutched at his shoulders, desperate to feel every part of him connected to every part of me.

Only he could get me this way. Chest heaving, mouth open just from the simple act of feeling him stretching me open. It didn’t matter how many times he took me, it still burned the same - and I loved it.

“Tell me, doll,” he panted, hypnotizing eyes connected to mine, unwilling to let my gaze escape his hold. “Tell me you’d want to have my child. You’d look so beautiful with your body changing because of me, wouldn’t you want that?”

I groaned, throwing my head back as James fucked me senseless, his cock ramming against my sweet spot over and over again. He knew no mercy, I knew that. I just never anticipated to have such an overwhelming reaction to a silly little kink I never even thought I’d ever get to explore.

“Answer me, little one.” His fangs came into play then, piercing around the nipple that he sucked, galvanizing me into actually responding, “I would, I would, daddy,” while pulling on his hair without even realizing.

He let go of my breasts to look at me with dark eyes - not because he had come in contact with my blood, oh no. It was clear that this was the reaction to the name that escaped me so easily, waving its way into him until it broke the last bit of his control and left him completely undone, only determined to fuck me.

I watched him lick his lips before he ordered, “tell daddy you want his cum inside of you.” Hearing him acknowledge this other secret kink, refer to himself as it had me delirious, unable to formulate any words to obey him, so I opted to hide my face in the crook of his neck, hoping the feeling of my burning cheeks would satiate him.

What a mistake.

“Oh, so now you’re shy?” He mocked, rubbing his jaw against my cheek as I whined against him. “Want daddy’s cum so much but can’t be a good girl and beg for it?”

I came with a long drawn-out gasp right then, my body twitching underneath his as his cock dragged along my walls once, twice, a third time until it spilled his cum inside of my channel. The act was so hot to me that it had me pulling on his hair, whispers of “I love you, I love you,” tumbling out of my lips.

He silenced me with a kiss, still managing to keep on thrusting until I had to push him away because of my sensitivity.

“Spread your legs for me, little one…” He ordered, brushing his tongue over his lower lip in contemplation. “Let me see the mess I left there.”

I was still a bit nervous about the whole ordeal now that the wave of horniness had left me, but I did eventually spread my legs for him, whimpering as he bit down on his own lip at the sight of his spent dripping from my abused pussy.

“Oh, you look so good like that, darling.” I could barely contain my giddiness as he laid down by my side and pulled me to rest on his chest, pressing a kiss to my temple while he caressed my arm. “But one question remains unanswered.” To my almost sleepy hum, he proceeded, “Why do you like the idea of breeding so much?”

That got me thinking, wiping the tiredness off of my muscles like a bucket of cold water. It felt weird to admit it, but at the same time, I wanted nothing more than to bare my soul to the man I loved, to have him aware of every little thing about me…

So I admitted, “I like the idea of being yours… in this very scary, slightly territorial way.” At his silence, I giggled, hiding my face on his chest as I waited for his response.

“But you are mine,” he reminded me, and even as I rolled my eyes, a silly smile painted my lips, loving that he felt like he needed to tell me that.

“I know I am,” I recognized. “It’s just another way I’d like to be claimed by you. Besides, I can just imagine how well you’d take care of me…”

Silence filled the room as we both got lost in the images of what could never be. Me with a fully-grown belly, walking like a penguin as he held up tiny onesies that looked ridiculous in his huge hands.

My heart ached for what could never be, surely, but I couldn’t really grieve a future I’d never have while I was so happy with the man who wanted to give me one.

“I’ll always take care of you.” He kissed the back of my hand, and even though he knew it wasn’t exactly what I meant, it was just enough. “I’m sorry that I can’t ever give you children.”

The guilt in his tone was almost palpable, and I wanted to do anything in my power to make it disappear. This wasn’t what I intended when I shared my sexual fantasies with him. They were just that - fantasies. I wouldn’t trade my reality for any alternative version the universe could offer me.

“It’s alright, babe,” I assured him, depositing a kiss on his chest, right where his heart would be beating for me if it could. “I think the way you want to claim me is just as territorial… and much more final.”

Bucky held me close, breathing me in - even if he didn’t need to do that to survive - before he asked me the last doubt that still hovered in his mind.

“Aren’t you scared?” And as I laid there in his embrace, feeling loved and cared for, I knew the only acceptable answer that I could give him was, “It’ll be worth it.”

[raineydays411]

So warm and tender

Tony Stark x Daughter!reader

A/n: Hello! finally the last part of Ember. I hope you guys like it and sorry for making y’all wait so long for the confrontation lol)

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Y/n’s POV

“Aunt Pam?!” you say in shock as you stop struggling against the vine wrapped around your body.

“Y/n, is it really you?” your aunt said as the vine loosened its grip and gently lowered you on the ground. “ Where have you been? Everyone has been going crazy looking for you”

You don’t answer as you look at your aunt. You didn’t realise you missed her as much as you did but now all you want to do is throw yourself in her arms. So you did.Pam, sensing you needed comfort rather than an interrogation, wrapped her arms around you. “I missed so much my Petal.” 

With those five words, all the hurt and pain you bottled up came out. and you cried.

As you cried, your aunt looked at the girl she hasn’t seen in eight years, and wondered what she’s been going through and if she did the right thing by giving you to your father all those years ago.

“Petal, I think you need to explain what’s going on”

You look up and sniff, “ Yeah, i think an explanation is well in order.” and you tell her everything. From the years of being ignored by your father, your last argument, the two weeks you spent in captivity, and your new powers. 

“ And that’s when I found you.” You finish looking at the grim faces of Pam and the other woman, who now that you think about it looks really familiar. 

“Oh, you poor puddin’!” you found your face being squished between two ands and then you were comically pressed against a body in a tight hug. 

“Don’tcha worry bout a thing, me and Pammy will take care of everything, you just sit here and---”  This seems familiar...

“ Harley, I don’t think she can breathe.” “Oh right, now you remember, it the blonde woman who used to sneak into the apartment”. You think to yourself as you struggle to get loose from her grip. You hear someone snicker and see Danny looking at the commotion. 

“ Shut up Danny, where have you been?” You say, forgetting that you’re the only one who can see him. 

“Exploring, do you thing she could hug me like that too?” 

“ If you weren’t already dead, I’m sure they would kill you for that comment”

Pam and Harley look at each other in concern as it seems like you’re talking to yourself. 

“ Hey kid, if you’re gonna talk to yourself, try an’ do it when other people can’t see you, like me.”  The blonde says as if someone talking to themselves was a daily occurrence for her.  You explain that with your powers, you were basically dead and can speak and see other dead people. Hearing that, Pam’s expression darkened

“He let you die?” she said in a grim tone. All the vines and plants in the room started whipping around angrily as if they were looking for the person who wronged you. It was then when you realized it wasn’t your Auntie Pam who taught you how to plant petunias you were looking at, this was Poison Ivy. 

“ Men, you can never trust em’. Well, whadda say little flower, ya up for a little premeditated murder?” and that was the infamous Harley Quinn. 

“ It would’ve been nice to know that you’re related to scary criminals y/n....” Danny said in a fearful voice. And if you were being honest you just found out that your aunt Pam was also the Poison Ivy but to be fair you haven’t seen her since you were like eight. 

“I don’t want to kill him” you finally say. “ I don’t want anything to do with him. Nor his precious Spiderling.” The plants calm down as Ivy calmed down and was your aunt Pam again. “ What do you want to do?” she asks.

You think to yourself and say,” I want him to know how he made me feel, and then I want to stay with you.”  Your aunt and Harley froze when you said that. 

“Petal, there is nothing I want more than for you to stay with me again,” She started, “ But it isn’t safe for you to stay.” Your eyes started to water

“But I-I have powers now, I can defend myself! I won’t be any trouble, it’ll be like I’m not even here” At this point, anything was better than going back to being invisible. “Please...I don’t want to go back...” 

Hearing the desperation in your voice broke Pams, Harleys, and Danny's heart. Pam because this was the daughter of her closest friend. She vowed to protect you from anything the day you came to her after losing your mother. Seeing you like this just reminded her how she, in her mind, has failed you. Seeing you so desperate to get away from the man who broke your heart reminded Harley of herself. The nights she would sneak into the tiny apartment you shared with Pammy, in hopes of escape only to get drawn back with empty promises. So yeah, she had a small soft spot for you. And Danny, you were the only person who saw him after months of being invisible. He felt like he needed to help you in your mission to get your father regret ignoring you.

“Hey Pammy...maybe we should call him...” Harley started to suggest. 

“NO, I’d rather drink weed killer than go to that...orphan collector for help.” the red head spat. “ No. We’ll figure it out but she can stay here for now.”

Hearing that you had a place to call home now, gave you the motivation to go and confront your father. Not only for ignoring you, but for leaving you in that..cell for two weeks. He didn’t even attempt to look for you as far as you knew. You’d have thought at least one of the other Avengers would have came to save you. But no one came. After all those years, no one came.

“Y/n.. your eyes” Danny whispered, his cold hand touching your arm snapped you out of your mind. The neon glow of your eyes faded to your normal e/c. 

“ Aunt Pam, Harley is there any way you guys can get me to New York and back?” You ask, finally ready to confront your father. 

“ Well....” Harley say as with a smirk

~~~~~~~~~one terrifying ride on a stolen batplane later~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Upon arriving to New York you made Pam and Harley wait a few blocks away from the tower, as you really didn’t want the Avengers to find out your aunt was a wanted criminal. You “went ghost” as Danny like to call it and snuck into the Tower with ease. You then snuck into your room, seeing everything covered in a layer of dust as no one has been in there for over two weeks. You packed a bag and filled it with some clothes, books and a picture of you and your mother. You took that bag and walked to the door, looking around at the room that was both you prison and safe space. It was decorated with multiple trophies, medals, and ribbons all from the multiple sports and clubs you joined to impress your father. Not like that ever happened. Danny wander around looking at the multiple teams photos you had hung up.

“ You’re a volleyball girl?” he said, “ Huh. I’d never have had guessed.” 

You rolled your eyes as you finished packing. “ Hey I have a job for you.” you say turning to him. “ I need you to go to the control room and turn off the power for thirty minutes. Then turn it back on and come find me in the common room.”

“ Yes ma’am” Danny says, saluting and disappearing through the wall before he comes back. “Ummm, wheres the control room?” 

You roll your eyes and explain how to get to the control room and wait. When the lights go out and you’ll make your move. Your father would have to pass through the common room to get to the control room from his lab, which you assume he’ll be. There you’ll be waiting for him. 

The lights go out. It’s showtime.

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Tony's POV

The team spent three more days searching for you. They followed every lead and half of the team even flew out to the building that collapsed an hour ago. Tony, Steve, and Natasha stood behind to look at more clues. It was a little past midnight, and both Steve and Natasha went to bed leaving Tony to tinker in his lab. Tony was making improvements to a certain spider suit as he thought about what his daughter said to him before she went missing.

“Sir, there seems to be someone in Y/--” FRIDAY started to say when the power cut out.

“FRIDAY??” Tony questioned as he walked out to check the control room, making sure to get his nano bracelet just incase. As he walked down the hallway he thought about waking up Steve and if he was brave enough to wake Natasha when he heard it.

“Hi daddy.”

Tony stopped dead in his tracks as he looked up in disbelief. The lights turned back on to reveal his daughter. Wearing a black halter top, spandex leggings, grey boots with elbow length gloves. She looked skinny, as if she hadn’t had a proper meal in the weeks she was gone. And for some reason the air was cold in the room. But there she stood.

‘Y/n” Tony said breathlessly. 

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Y/n pov

As you wait for Tony to walk in,you look around the common room and reminisce. You think about the time when you first moved in, and you got lost trying to find the bathroom and accidently walked into Natashas room. YOu thought she was going to kill you but ended up walking you to the restroom and back to your room. Or when you made the volleyball team way back in eighth grade, and you ran home to tell your dad but ended up telling the whole team, who were rarely all together, and they all took you out to get ice cream, minus Tony. You had to admit, even though your dad didn’t pay attention to you, Nat and Steve did. As well as the whole team, but those two really became the parental figures in your life. That’s why it hurt when not even they came for you. Even they had forgotten you.

“Hi daddy” you said in a mocking voice. Your father stopped dead in his tracks, as he looked you over in disbelief.

“Y/n”, he said in a breathless voice. 

“Oh, you remember my name?” You say in an sarcastic tone. “ Didn’t seem like you did when you left me in a hydra cell for two weeks.” 

Hearing that you were a prisoner of Hydra made Tony’s blood freeze. 

“Hydra? Oh Y/N are you okay? What did they do to you?” He asked frantically as he walk towards you with the intent of checking if you were injured. You jerk away from him, avoiding his touch and say

“ Oh, I’m wonderful. Just so fucking fantastic. I was just experimented on and injected with various liquids that caused excruciating pain. No big deal” 

“ Y/n..we spent days trying to look for you. Me and the team--”

“You and the team what Tony? I was there for two weeks. TWO WEEKS I WAS POKED AND PRODDED. I THOUGHT I WAS GOING TO DIE.” You scream, anger filling your heart as you remember the agony you went through. You think about the scratches on the wall of the cells, the taunts from the guards, and screams of the undead.

“ You have no idea what I went through. What I’m going through.” You say, feeling your body grow colder as you lose control and start to shift. “ You don’t care about me. If I were Parker, you would have saved mem within SECONDS.”

“That's not true. Y/N you have no idea how much I love you.” Tony tries to say. He’s filled with the need to tell you everything he didn’t tell you before. “I know I haven’t always been the best father. Trust me I know that now. But if you give me a chance, I want to make everything right. Please.” 

You didn’t think it would go like this. In fact you were not at all prepared for Tony to say this. You expected to walk in on him continuing his life as normal, tinkering in his lab and such. You had always yearned to hear him say those words to you. But now, they just fill you with anger.

“You think you could just tell me what I want to hear and what? I’ll just act like nothing happened?? I know you’re not that stupid.” You spit, the room growing colder as you get angrier. “ It’s too late for all that Tony. I’m not the same girl i was two weeks ago.i won;t take it any longer.” 

“Y/n..your eyes” Tony says as he slowly starts to put his gauntlet bracelet on, realising that you are becoming a threat. 

“ Oh do you like them?”, You ask “ This is what happened when they injected me. I can also do this.” You shift, shades of blue taking over brown skin. Tony stared at you in awe and a bit of fear. 

“ Y/n this isn’t you. I know you’re angry but--” “ Isn’t me?” You interrupt.” You don’t know me. You don’t know what I’m like. And even if you did the old me died in that cell. Literally I died” You and Tony stared at each other. and that's when you heard the doors open. Two sets of footsteps started rushing to the commotion. 

“Y/N some red head and beefy blonde are on their way” You hear Danny say as you realize you had to wrap it up. If anyone can convince you to stay, it’s Steve and Nat.

“ It doesn’t matter anymore Tony.” you say as you start walking to the window. “ I can’t stay here anymore. There’s nothing for me. You win. Peter can be the child you always wanted cause from now on, consider me dead.” and with that, you phase threw the window and let yourself fall, knowing that you won’t actually fall as you can fly. 

Tony freaks out and calls for his suit, only to see a blue blur shoot up and across the sky. Then he just sits there and stares. The footsteps reach the common room and he hears someone ask 

“ Stark..what was all the yelling. What's going on?” 

“she's gone” He says, and that's when he truly realizes his mistake. He became what he never wanted to become. He became his father. And now you were gone.

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hii I love your blogs sooo much you're really talented (I just needed to say it sorry) so straight to the point, I already made 2 requests to you and I really enjoyed your writing so I would like to make another again. As I'm clueless about what to request I'll just ask for random hcs for konoha 11, idk if it's too much but if so then you can do with Neji (I love him so much), Kakashi and Naruto. Thank you in advance and sorry anything ^^

RANDOM KONOHA 11 HEADCANONS!

FEATURING: naruto, sakura, shikamaru, ino, choji, neji, rock lee, tenten, kiba, hinata, and shino

WARNINGS: mentions alcohol, drugs, food, bugs, and the tiniest nsfw mention if you get the joke. hehe

A/N: AHHHH ANONN this seriously made my day, im so so glad you enjoy my work!! 💖

NARUTO

you know how we all have “the chair”, where we throw all of our dirty clothes onto?

yeah, imagine that, but from the seat to the fricking ceiling

its just a GINORMOUS MOUND of clothes, you wonder how he even goes through that many clothes so quickly???

definitely shoves it under his bed whenever guests come over (somehow)

holds chopsticks really weirdly. but it works.

asked tenten to put his hair into space buns to mimic his sexy jutsu and went around flirting with the village

jiraiya was so proud of him T-T

comes up with the WORST pickup lines

they’re so bad, its almost charming. almost

has gone AWOL multiple times, disappearing from everywhere, just everywhere

it scared you a little, so you searched the entire village for him

you finally found him sitting on the ledge of a cliff, gazing out at the vast sea

concerned and panicked, you cried out to ask him what was wrong

he turned to you with a crestfallen, devastated look on his face and said,

“i bought shrimp ramen instead of chicken ramen.”

you’ve never searched for him after his disappearance ever again.

SAKURA

100% makes origami shurikens and chucks them at you

they are deathly precise and deathly sharp. seriously, how are these not illegal weapons yet???

writes threatening motivational notes to herself on the mirror

“u got this!” “make sure to smack naruto today!” “ino sucks!”

her backpack would always be way too high up on her back. idk why but. it would

does her hair all nice and pretty before she goes out but once she arrives to her destination SHE KEEP. TAKING. IT OUT. and redoing it over and over and over again

like it’s impossible to make eye contact with her because she’s holding a bobby pin between her teeth while braiding her hair

her guilty pleasure would be hostess treats

ding dongs are her favorite. don’t ask me how i know, i just know.

eats the yellow starbursts just to spite naruto and all her haters

loves small lap dogs, she think’s they’re so cute and cuddly

but she especially loves chihuahuas

they’re so feisty and naruto HATES them, so of course she had to go and get one for herself

dresses the poor dog up in little bonnets and jackets and ties its tiny fuzzy hairs into pigtails

she and the chihuahua are not that much unlike <3

SHIKAMARU

this man is a god at shogi but he absolutely SUCKSSSS at cup pong.

is this an ick? idk. but he is absolute trash at this game.

it gets even worse when he’s got a couple drinks in him

tries to calculate the velocity and acceleration and angle and shit but his shot is always a good two feet off BYE 😭

just mutters an “aw, shit” before awaiting his turn again

hates checkers, loves chess

“checkers is for WUSSIES” - shikamaru nara

i said this in another post, but he is Very Good at whistling

like that’s his hidden talent

can copy any tune with the perfect pitch and rhythm

speaking of, he can do really cool tricks with his tongue

like making a four leaf clover, touching the bridge of his nose with it, flipping it upside down, you name it

he has slanted, scrawled handwriting, to the point where it’s almost illegible

wbk he cheats in school SO OFTEN. but he never gets caught. he’s not stupid, he just couldn’t care less about his classes.

thinks weed and e-cigs are stupid, cigarettes are where it’s at

you just can’t replicate the feeling of taking a drag from a cig after a long, tiring day

plus he looks hella cool while doing it B)

INO

teaches the boyz™️ how to braid their hair

like they all gather in a circle around this feisty fashionista and fail attempt to braid their hair

sakura was just fuming in the sidelines

“OI, INO-PIG, THAT’S A DUTCH BRAID, NOT A FRENCH BRAID!!”

yeah, ino 🙄

the only one that can actually do it is neji because a) this man is talented af and b) he’s got the long hairrr

ino probably envies his thick, sleek hair because hE’S a bOy

also asks everyone for their blood type and zodiac signs and tells them if they’re compatible with her or not

and definitely judges you for your sign 😣

“oh, you’re a gemini? hmm, what a shame...”

makes bouquets for her favorite people and kin assigns everyone a flower

only assigns the pretty nice ones to the people she likes (sorry sakura, you’re out of luck)

one of her favorite hobbies is crafting! she’s really good with details and small things so she loves making those miniature dollhouses and stuff

also really good at watercoloring. especially painting flowers and landscapes

also i feel like she would be really good at playing any instrument because of her skilled hands

can play a badass flute solo. period.

CHOJI

would honestly rather die than get anywhere NEAR an asparagus

he just thinks they’re so gross and bitter and NOT SALTY

he always eats his yakiniku a little bit undercooked because he’s way too impatient to wait for it to cook fully. who do you think he is??

whenever he cloud gazes with shikamaru, when asked what he thinks a cloud looks like, he just says some sort of food

“oi, choji, what does that one look like to you?”

“a... yakiniku grill... with... pineapple rings on it! ooh, and a wagyu steak right there!”

he thinks pringles are an abomination to society. where’s the crisp? where’s the grease? where’s the saltiness?!!!

asks ino to teach him how to do his hair all fancy and the two of them devote an entire day learning different hairstyles

it’s his new favorite thing to do now :D

he really likes crayons!!!!

like he’ll write with them, draw with them, color with them, do everything with them

he’s even tried to eat them. he said they tasted good.

definitely had the 128 crayon pack WITH THE BUILT-IN SHARPENER, and everyone thought he was the coolest kid in town

he ate it UP, he even scored some bbq dates with the ladies

i also feel like he loves basketball, and he has a MEAN slam dunk

like his vertical isn’t that high, but the man can REACH

he loves when people laugh at him when he challenges them to a 1v1 and then proceeds to absolutely destroy them <3

NEJI

he seems like a cucumber kind of guy.

just cucumber

like i feel like he puts it in everything; soba, salads, sandwiches, his face, yeah

it’s mellow and cool, just like him!

speaking of, i feel like he lives for spa days and facials

it just lets him be alone in his little cucumber scented world for an hour or two and he gets damn clear skin from it as well

seriously he has PERFECT skin. flawless. not a single blemish. his cheeks feel like baby butts they’re so smooth.

i feel like he’d be a god at solving rubik’s cubes, don’t ask me why

like if anyone scrambled theirs on accident they would just take it to neji and he’d solve it in the blink of an eye

CAT PERSON!!! loves the little meow meows

who are we kidding, neji basically is a cat; agile, aloof, does silly things without trying to, very cute

he just feels akin to the little fuzzballs and he thinks petting cats are extremely therapeutic. good for the soul

he is a golf man. he would take his juniors golfing and everyone thinks he’s uncool. cmon neji let them go to the skate park at least T-T

also very good at karaoke, definitely surprised everyone once he got a few drinks in him since he started serenading you

LIGHTWEIGHT!!! do not get more than one shot of alcohol in him. he will go berserk.

i also feel like he’d really love photography; not taking pictures of people, but of nature

he loves taking a quiet stroll through a pretty forest and snapping pictures of all the unique flora and fauna

it’s so serene ︶ ‿ ︶

ROCK LEE

100% milly rocks everywhere

gai got in on it too once he asked what lee was doing

“is that what all the youthful cool kids do these days!”

they also dab together. a lot

DO NOT BE SEEN WITH THESE TWO!!! you are not associated with them.

definitely is the one breakdancing in the middle of the dance circle at a high school party

he’s mad skilled at it too

headspins and windmills galore

challenged naruto to a dance-off and completely OBLITERATED him

lee then asked if naruto wanted a rematch, this time with one hand tied behind lee’s back

naruto obliged, and he STILL lost

RIP naruto and his fangirls, they all scrambled to lee afterwards T-T

i feel like his favorite subject is science

not the boring physics equations and laws and theories but the fun EXPERIMENTS

definitely has singed all of his hair off one time and he went to gai blubbering to help him grow back his precious hair

but he loves experimenting with different combinations and chemicals to get different reactions each time

created a potent love potion and carried it around with him all day one day

and it was actually working

girls were flocking to him left and right, staring at his lips and his face

he was so abashed at the sudden attention

heck, it even worked on sakura

“oi, lee-san!”

“hehe, yes, sakura-san?”

her eyes shifted downwards to his lips and his heart thumped harder

“hey... lee-san?”

“what is it?”

“you have something on your lip. we’ve been trying to tell you all day but you just winked and blew kisses at us.”

legend has it lee has still not recovered to this day.

TENTEN

has THE prettiest handwriting. and she can write SUPER fast

it’s like a superpower

like she transcribed five pages of a report in less than two minutes with perfect handwriting

naruto is so jealous.

she is also super good at origami! those diligent, accurate hands aren’t just for throwing things

taught sakura how to make shurikens but does NOT endorse any violent uses of them

she can replicate all of her weapons with paper and they can actually function, it’s so cool

made paper kunai knives one day and the wholeee village wanted to get their hands on them

i feel like she’d listen to mitski. idk i just get those vibes

LOVES BIG DOGS!! especially fluffy wuffy samoyeds

like man’s best friend?? no, GIRL’S BEST FRIEND!!

hugs and cuddles and squishes all the big dogs

she thinks small dogs are spawns of satan

sakura and her have definitely quarreled over this

but at the end of the day, all dogs are adorable fur babies, so she lets it slide :,)

KIBA

kiba always looks SO GOOD in photos you take of him, candid or not

like you could just whip out a camera and snap a photo of him at any given moment and he would look perfect

you framed a picture of him yelling at akamaru for peeing inside the house

it’s pure artwork

i feel like he tries to swagger around with his hands shoved in his pockets but it fails MISERABLY and the girls are wondering if he broke his leg or something 😭

kiba just walk normally. for the love of god please just walk normally.

he tries to slump back in his chair really low but one time he slouched way too low so he slipped off of his chair and onto the ground LMFAOOOO

he just wallowed there... in shame...

also.. he LOVES when the girls put makeup on him!!

he tries to act like he hates it. but it secretly gives him so much confidence

not to mention the girls hyping him up are a huge ego boost

okay the inside of his jacket hood is the warmest. thing. EVER!!!

seriously, no wonder this dude is so happy-go-lucky all the time, he’s living in literal heaven 24/7

it’s like you’re sleeping on a cloud inside a warm, cozy bed during a cold winter morning

10/10 would recommend letting him give you his sweatshirt when you’re chillin with a hair tie ❤️

HINATA

always smells like lavender soap. always

also has the cutest pencil pouches with little puppy faces and kawaii things

oH and she has those mini yoobi highlighters, she thinks they’re so cute (and functional!)

everyone flocks to her to try them out and marvel at the cute tiny highlighters

and they try to steal them from her but she doesn’t even stop them because she’s too timid to 😭

naruto goes BALLISTIC over them

she lets him have all of them <3

tennis girl!!! tennis girl.

all of her opponents always underestimate her because she’s so timid and shy and quiet

but she has a KILLER serve

and then she takes her opponents to the slaughterhouse with a complete shutout ;)

she’s really athletic believe it or not, she can beat most of the boys in a mile run and she has incredible endurance

i feel like she really loves velvet scrunchies

she just thinks they’re so pretty and they keep her hair soft so they’re cute and functional

also takes the PRETTIEST notes!!

color codes, dividers, headers, you name it, it’s all super readable too its insane

everyone asks her for her notes, not to study but just to appreciate the pure artwork that it is ^w^

SHINO

shino is SO easy to prank

“how do you catch an eyemaster?” *cue naruto and kiba snickering*

“eyemaster bait. that is because—”

even when everyone’s laughing their asses off, he still continues to explain his answer since he does NOT GET THE JOKE

tried his hand at writing haikus

here’s his best one so far:

“Bugs are amazing. That is because they are bugs. Bugs are very nice.” - Shino Aburame

VERY proud of it, since it took him weeks to perfect

praise it, pls

had one of those ant farms and bug-catching kits as a kid

and he would fill the kit TO THE BRIM. LIKE IT WAS HEAVY BECAUSE THERE WERE SO MANY BUGS.

he loves the little chitters of the different bugs

he had jars of different bugs all lined up on a wall shelf in his room

collects silkworms off of trees and sticks them into his pockets (no i definitely did not do this as a kid...)

HELP I FEEL LIKE he would record a timelapse of his ant farm growing and upload it to youtube with a movie maker title screen that says

“my ants”

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[wonderwomanfantasy]

bail out

I knew I had to do this one soon because this is one of the only sero requests I got </3 

Sero x reader

warnings: smut, car sex, drug use, sex under the influence, oral, fingering, swearing, bashing on some movies, 

word count: 2,400 (about) 

Summary: Sero can count on one hand the number of dates you’ve had in the last mouth he didn’t have to save you from. But it’s not like he minds, he loves to be your bail out hero.

Sero didn’t hesitate, the moment he got the SOS text from you he was already gabbing his keys and dialing your number as he slid into the drivers seat of his beat up minivan. The car was a powder blue with a big dent in the side and was probably more at home at a middle school soccer game than a frat house but the car was cheep so sero didn’t complain. 

“Hello, Mom is everything alright?” you asked picking up the phone. He smiled and pitched his voice up to an annoying whine, just incase the sleaze ball was listening.  

“No Pumpkin your daddy fell again,” he said. he could hear you stiffle a laugh with a gasp over the phone, this guy must be a real piece of shit for you to be pulling out all the stops. 

“Oh no is Dad alright?”

“Busted his hip and you have to come, I’m three minutes away,”  you pulled the phone away from your lips and started explaining what had happened to your date. 

“Okay mom I’ll be right there, see you soon,” you promised, then disconnected with a click. That was a good sign, if you were really scared you would have staid on the line. 

Sero never minded being your bail out call, even when he had to be the one coming up with all the excuses because you buckled under pressure. He liked that you depend on him and that he got to be the first to hear about your horrendous dates. He pulled up to the door of the restaurant, a fancy five star french place, and scanned the parkinglot for your frame.  He’d barely stopped the car before you were bolting to the passenger side door. 

As you crossed in front of his headlights he sucked in his breath. He thought you were beautiful all the time but tonight you were truly stunning, in a tight royal blue dress that accentuated your every curve, the damned thing was short too, showing off your legs and your cleavage. Your makeup was done perfectly,  your hair soft and glossy looking. You heaved a sigh of relief climbing into the pasanger seat of his minivan. 

“Oh my god” you groaned banging your head on the headrest. 

“Rough night?” He laughed pulling out of the parking lot.

“I really thought he might kill me, His favorite movie was American Phyco then I was like ‘oh okay what do you think of Quintin Terninio?’ and he was like ‘i love Teninino especially pulp fiction,’ like of fucking corse,” you ranted making sero smile to himself. apparenly the date got worse from there, with Mr. french restaurant guy asking you about what kind of stock you held. 

“like motherfucker I’m 20, I’m in college you’re acting like I invest in anything other than a pallet of rammen each month,” you sighed. 

“was the food at least good? did you enjoy your brake from shrimp rammen?” he asked

“no it was all served in stupidly small portions,” you groaned 

“Damn you sound like you need something fun,” He sujested. You looked at him pleadingly.

“Do you have something in mind?” you asked

“well since you didn’t fill up on french food we could swing by a gas station, get some snacks and smoke a bowl at the View,” He offered. 

“That sounds perfect, What would I do without you?” you sighed. 

“I don’t know you’d have to find your own damn plug I guess,” he teased. 

The View was the name for a hill at the top of a valley, you could see the whole city from up there. It was beautiful. Sero pulled over under a tree and cut the engine. Quickly you kicked off your heals and crawled to the open back of the van giving sero a perfect view of your ass. That dress was really to tight for either of your own good. 

He swatted at your thighs making you yelp.

“I can see your fucking panties, cover your ass slut,” he teased.

The two of you fell together in a tangle of limbs in the open back, the bags of gummy worms and chips falling beside you. you giggled and shoved him off of you. Sero just rolled his eyes and popped the floor cover off pulling out a baggy of weed, a lighter, and a homemade pipe that used to be a kazoo.  he settled across from you both of your legs still tangled together in the middle. 

“do you want to pack it or am I going to do all the work princess?” he teased, already knowing the answer. you stuck your tongue out at him 

“Just hurry up already,” you ordered. 

“yes ma’am,” he said rolling his eyes. He packed the pipe, and lit up, putting the kazuo to his lip and inhaling deeply, he pulled away taking a quick breath of the fresh air, insuring the weed was pushed deep in his lungs, before exhaling, the smoke filling the car instantly. He passed the pipe to you, you repeated the process. 

You passed the pipe back and forth until only ash was left. the whole car smelled like weed. Every breath in reinvigorated your high. 

“Hanta? Can we cuddle?” you asked sleepily. He smiled and open his arms, you were always clingy when you were buzzed. you crawled into his lap locking your arms around his neck, nuzzling his side. Your chest pressed against his and he could feel your breasts, he caught his breath, you weren’t wearing a bra, he ran his hand over your back feeling for a bra strap but found nothing.  

Sero huffed to himself and held you close. You smelled like weed but in a pleasant way. He had to control himself, if he popped a bonner now there was no way your wouldn’t feel it. He closed his eyes and carelessly, he stroked your back before reaching up to stroke your hair. this was enough, just touching you was enough. He really loved you.

“what was that Sero?” you asked pulling back slightly to look at him with blissed-out eyes. Fuck. 

“You love me?” you asked. double fuck.

“Yeah,” he admitted. then you started giggling, not exactly the response he was hoping for. 

“you love me?” you asked again this time laughing. Sero could feel his face heat up with embaresment. You cupped his jaw and brought his lips to yours. For a second his brain short circed. Your lips were so soft, moving against his. Sero leaned into the kiss once he’d regained the ability to do so.

He pushed a little to hard knocking you back, you landed on the floor of his car with a giggle before pulling him down on top of you, your legs wrapping around his hips. Sero flicked his tongue across your lower lip groaning at the taste of your lips. You were so sweet, how were you so sweet?

You opened your lips to him, letting him taste the inside of your mouth, He coaxed your tongue out with his and swirled the two muscles together. you tugged on his hair lightly pulling another moan of satisfaction from his lips. 

He pulled back gasping for air. your chest was heaving, your skirt was pushed up to your waist so he could really see your panties, They were simple pink ones, It was clear you weren’t planing on getting fucked tonight, but now that sero was looking at you he didn’t think he could hold back. You squeezed your thighs around his hips. 

“sero, keep kissing me,” you whined trying to pull him back down. Sero reached up and trailed his hand over the hem of your dress. 

“This is such a slutty little dress, I love it so much,” he purred.

“Sero,” you gasped and realised his hand had traveled between your legs, stroking the crotch of your panties. “don’t stop sero please,” you begged arching your back. 

“shh Baby I’ll take care of you,” he promised prying your legs off his waist and spreading your thighs. You tried to tug your short skirt over your exposed privates. 

“no no don’t hide form me baby don’t hide from me,” He chidded blowing warm air onto the damp spot forming on the fabric. He pushed them to the side dragging his fingers over your wet folds. 

“How do like to have you pussy eaten baby?” he asked sliding your underwear down your thighs. You flushed and looked away

“How I am I supposed to answer that?” you asked flustered. 

“what do you mean, just tell me how you want me to eat you out,” sero huffed, you looked away from him. 

“No one’s ever done that for me before,” you said. 

“awe don’t look so embarrassed sweetie, we’ll just experiment together, I’ll take it nice and slow princess,” he promised.  Sero ran his tongue over your sex from bottom to top paying special attention to your clit making your legs jump. 

“just tell me what feels good baby and I’ll find all the special spots inside of you,” he purred. you bit your lip and nodded, Sero seemed to enjoy exploring your body, his tongue edging around your entrance before sliding in pushing against your hot walls. 

Every labored breath pulled more weed into your lungs. You couldn’t find the words to describe just how much you were feeling. Intesnse seemed to fall short.

Sero pried your hands off your skirt and put your hands in his hair your hands fisted in the dark locks making him moan. you whimpered feeling his tongue speed up inside of you before pulling out and running over your entrance again. 

“s-sero,” you sighed, “p-put it back in,” you pleaded Sero did as you asked slipping his tongue back inside of you pressing the muscle against the spongey spot in the back of your cunt, before circling it inside of you. 

“oh fuck,” you sighed, feeling the knot of pleasure building to a completely different kind of high. You tugged on his hair again as you came, your thhighs trembling around his head. Your throat was starting to burn, but that didn't stop you from maoning loudly. 

“see? That wasn’t so hard was it?” he teased kissing your stomach as he worked his way back up your body. He caught your legs benight your knees pushing your thighs up to your chest. 

“hold your legs open for me princess,” he said kissing your cheeks, you flushed and nervously did what he said. Maybe it was the weed or maybe it was the way sero was looking at you but you couldn’t feel embarrassed, as he slowly raked his eyes over your body. 

Sero reached down the front of your dress fondling your breasts and pulling your tits out. 

“No bra baby girl? that’s dangerous,” he growled twisting your nipples lightly and sinking his teeth into the top of your breast making you yelp.

“H-Hanta!” you breathed shakily digging your nails into your thighs, still obediently holding your legs open for him. while he sucked and groped your boobs he grinded against your exposed sex, leaving a  wet spot on his shirt. 

“fuck me please Hanta,” you begged “I want to feel you inside of me,” 

Sero pulled back, yanking his shirt off one handedly before lunging back at you his lips capturing yours in a passionate kiss while he fumbled with his belt before shoving his baggy jeans down to his ankels. 

You cupped his jaw and held him close as he started lining up his cock with your entrance.

“Relax for me or else it’ll hurt,” he warned.

“I’m not a virgin sero,” you scoffed,

“babe,” he said and you looked down. your mouth fell open. 

“Sero that is not going to fit inside of me,” you hissed. His cock was huge, what had you gotten yourself into?

“yes it will you drama queen, just relax,”

“sero-” Sero reached forward, grabbing you by the throat cutting off your protests

“(y/n) you trust me right? you know I’d never hurt you right?” he asked. 

“yes,” 

“then trust me, okay?” he asked letting go of your throat and gently pushed his fingers inside of you, scisoring you open.  

“yes,” you moaned making him smile

“good girl, look at you, your pretty pussy spreading so well for me, god your cunt is so pretty. I’ve wanted this pretty little pussy for so long you have no idea how hard it is to hold myself back right now, I want to be inside of you so bad,” he moaned fingering you with one hand and stroking his cock with the other. 

“then don’t hold back,” you challenged.

“Careful what you wish for babe,” he growled before climbing on top of you, his cock pressing deep inside of you. You releshed in the sting, the burn felt better than you were expecting.  even as he pushed into you his lips were on your ear sucking on the lobe and it was hard to focus on anything else. 

“fuck, you’re even better than I imagined baby, so wet and warm around my cock,” he moaned, his hips flexing pulling out of you slightly before pushing back in. His thrusts started out gentle and slow until you begged him to go faster. 

Not that Sero minded, it was hard enough to hold back when you felt this good. Your cunt spasmed around him making him grunt, he didn’t know how long he could take you strangling his cock like this. 

“are you going to cum baby girl? are you going to make a mess all over my fucking car so it smells like fucking spunk and weed in here?” he teased, You looked so blissed out, your mouth open, your eyes rolled back in your head, Sero had never even imagined you could look so errotic. You nodded, signaling your impending release. 

“ah good girl, cum for me, please you’re so pretty when you cum let me see you cum again,” he moaned, Sero found himself repeating the same words over and over again, as he came close to his own end. Sero leaned forward and captured your lips swallowing your moans as you came around his cock. 

Sero had to stop thrusting and catch his breath. “fuck baby girl that fell good didn’t it?” he laughed. you hooked your arms around his neck pulling him back down to crash your lips to his.

“p-please sero I want to fell you cum inside of me,” You panted, moving your hips trying to fuck yourself on his cock, He grabbed your hips haulting you. 

“shh baby I will okay? give you a nice cream pie if that’s what you want,”

“I do want it sero,” you whinned before he could even finished his offer. He started moving again, and he knew there was no way he would last much longer. You just felt too good wrapped around him. He fisted his hand in your hair tilting your head back so he could attach your throat as he gave one final thrust, filling you with his seed. 

“fuck,” you whimpered. You hooked your legs around his waist keeping his cock inside of you as it went soft. He pulled you into his arms, kissing your temple lightly. Sero smiled to himself as he realized that was probably the last shitty date you’d be on for a while. 

[jaskiersvalley]

Jaskier had a dirty little secret. One that he guarded with a ferocity by staying on the road, travelling under many different names. That way, nobody wold ever suspect his little secret. He couldn’t die. Which, actually wasn’t true. He could die, did it all too frequently but he just didn’t stay dead. It was awkward as hell, especially when his body had been dumped in some bog or other undesirable place. Jaskier absolutely hated waking up while covered in filth. That really was an unnecessary insult to injury.

When the opportunity came to travel with a Witcher, Jaskier jumped at the chance. The danger and the experiences would surely give him something fun to focus on. And for a while it was great. Usually, Geralt was so preoccupied with his monster of the week that Jaskier could do as he pleased. If his curiosity got him killed a few times, well, he was always up and running by the time Geralt had wherewithal to notice that his bard had been, yet again, killed off in some manner or another.

Of course, it couldn’t go on like that forever. One too many times Jaskier had gotten underfoot and Geralt was bound to notice. He had picked himself off from having been thrown violently into a tree, a branch unfortunately in the wrong place and made intimate friends with the back of his head and his brain.

“Here,” Geralt stood behind him and picked out a few stray pieces of branch. Or at least that was what Jaskier thought until he saw a few white bone fragments coated in read. Urgh, brain matter on his lovely jacked. “You missed a bit.”

There was no way Geralt didn’t know what he had just picked off the bard. He was too much into wading through the guts and parts of monsters to not know what he was touching. And yet he didn’t say anything, merely wiped Jaskier’s back down with a rag and carried on as if it had been absolutely normal that Jaskier brained himself and walked it off. Which, the more Jaskier thought about it, was normal for him but not for Geralt. Unless the Witcher had already figured it out a long time ago and didn’t deem it worth mentioning.

Nothing changed between the two of them. Geralt was still protective and grumbling while letting Jaskier sing, touch him as he pleased. The next time Jaskier died (neck slit by an angry blacksmith whose lovely son he might have rolled with in a hay bale), Jaskier woke up to Geralt sitting next to him, waiting while Roach nibbled at the less bloodied parts of the hay.

“There’s rumours of a werewolf three towns over,” Geralt said by way of greeting.

“Yeah, I still can’t find a good word to rhyme with wolf,” Jaskeir replied as he sat up. His whole shirt was coated in blood, it was disgusting and sticky. It didn’t help that Geralt gave it a disappointed look - which was rich coming from him, given how many truly stomach turning things he was regularly coated in.

They made their way tot he werewolf’s alleged place. Didn’t find a wolf but they did find a very angry troll. For the first time, Jaskier died saving someone, pushing Geralt out of the way of a blow.

“You age resets each time you die. What happens when you grow old?” Geralt was cleaning his sword, perched on a log while Jaskier slowly came back to life.

In all honesty, Jaskier never knew. He figured he would find out eventually, find someone worth getting old with. Once he had manged to make it to forty-two before his heart was trampled along with his body. He hadn’t tried for a romance since.

It had been twenty years by Geralt’s side, comfortable in knowing that he wasn’t judged or sneered at for his little shortcut back to youth. Twenty years when Jaskier decided to bare his heart, it had taken him so long to be sure he was ready to try his hand at love again. What he hadn’t factored in was his heart being torn in half and thrown back into his face. It hurt more than any death could have.

Alone, Jaskier travelled to the coast, tired of life. It didn’t take him long to decide he would settle. He took up a post teaching, singing in the tavern once a week as a hobby. The years were kind to him, he took special care not to die, not to get within flirting distance of death.

There were greys at his temple, deep laughter lines around his eyes which were dimmed with age. He was tending to his flowers in the garden when he heard the whispers, a Witcher had arrived, allegedly looking for something. No, someone. He was insistent that his target was a human and not someone he wanted to kill. But why else would a Witcher be looking for a human?

Instinct had Jaskier wanting to go and search out the Witcher, to see for himself that it wasn’t Geralt coming for him after all these years. But he also wanted nothing to do with the man who so carelessly tossed him aside. Unfortunately, all choice was taken away from him when a shadow fell over him as he pulled weeds from around his roses.

“Jaskier. Time has been kind to you.” Geralt looked no different to how he was all those years ago. Frozen in time save for a few new scars.

There was nothing Jaskier had to say to him even if his heart still gave a painful lurch. When Geralt asked if they could talk, Jaskier invited him in, put on a blend of tea he knew Geralt had enjoyed with him before.

“I came to apologise.”

Well, that was unexpected and to the point. Then again, Geralt always had been to the point. There was no long speech, no agonisingly awkward begging. Simply the laying out of facts, of where Geralt had gotten it wrong, so very wrong. He wasn’t asking for forgiveness, or to be absolved of his mistakes.

“All I know is that these last few decades without you had not been what I had hoped. I miss you. And I come to ask whether you would consider adventures with me again.”

Jaskier was probably too old now to go on strenuous journeys and be part of epic battles, even on the periphery. He had a regular, early bedtime now, joints which ached and wouldn’t easily forgive him for sleeping out in the open over gnarly tree roots. That was all a young man’s game.

“If you don’t, then perhaps you would consider allowing me to hang up my swords here for a while. I would be by your side until old age claims you for good.” The offer sounded so heartfelt, Jaskier had to take a moment to consider.

Finally, he stood up and walked to his cutlery drawer, pulling out a wickedly sharp carving knife.

“You’re asking a lot for someone who had so callously thrown away a heart foolishly offered.” He pressed up against Geralt, chest against chest. “Travelling is not an old person’s game. Do you know what you’re truly asking of me this time?”

“I do.” Geralt swallowed and kept his eyes trained on Jaskier’s as the knife was pushed into his hand.

“Then you know what you need to do. Do you really want me by your side so badly that you would kill for it?”

Early the next morning, the Witcher rode out of the village, accompanied by a bright eyes young man clutching a lute.