#nd like u said nonnie

[bunicate]

Tw: mentions of ed

The main audience for fan fiction is the author first and foremost. Write what you want to write because at the end of the day, someone will always have problems with it. It could be the purest thing on earth and someone will go "oH bUt I cAnT ReLaTe-" or "tHaTs OuT oF cHaRaCtEr"

It's fiction. With fictional characters. Not everyone will be able to relate. Not everyone wants to relate. Relating to something is perfectly fine and makes the experience even better (depending on some aspects - going extreme here, but it's not healthy to relate to a scene where a character enjoys hurting ppl or animals out of cruelty and for enjoyment ex. bullying someone irl)

But just because you don't relate to it doesn't mean others can't enjoy it. Also why did you have to bring ED into this lmao? There are different types not just ppl who starve themselves, so idk why you're brining this up anon. Idk how that makes your statement true? It's fine to be upset that your fav author doesn't write for a certain thing anymore but that doesn't give you the right to bash them for it.

And don't generalize everyone in that echo chamber of yours (when you called every ED victim fat phobic) - I just know you're in a community that thinks just like that. It's good to see outside of that chamber anon otherwise you're always going to be narrow minded. Saying as someone who used to think just like that <3

As I said earlier, the audience for fan fiction is the author first and foremost. If you have a problem, block, unfollow, simple as that.

It's up to you to post this or not, but just wanna say you should continue to write what you want to and take care of yourself ❤

posting it because It’s important 2 mi and I want everyone to see 💗💗💗 thank u so much u have no idea how insanely thoughtful this is

[sipsteainanxiety]

Shay, since you're such a big bkg fan, do you have any merch of bkg?? If yes then do you mind telling from where did you get it coz I wanna buy too, and if not then do you plan on buying anytime and what kind??

oh…. 😳😳 well this is embarrassing but i actually umm dont have any bkg merch LMAOOO im a fake fan 😭 idk i just never bothered to buy any pfft

the only merch i DO have for mha is a poster my brother got me for christmas and an uraraka funko pop that my friend got me for my birthday sjzjsjxs. so u can see that i dont rly go out of my way to buy anime merch LOL. i do honestly prefer like. lowkey merch ngl. likeeee i would get these bkg pjs thts similar to his hero costume ig? or ummm this hoodie maybe? idfk 🤷‍♀️ im looking on amazon rn LOL this mug is also cute. never thought abt it too much forgive me nonnie 😭😭

i think i have like, a tokyo ghoul bracelet somewhere tho?? its just kaneki’s mask. and i think a naruto bracelet… and an aot one? idk where they are tho i bought them in middle school and i definitely only wore them once or twice LOL

[b1mbodoll]

(sorry for my english)

what do you think about sunghoon pissing on/in reader??

he'd gaslight them to make them think this is the only way he'll forgive them for even looking at other guys. it could be all intimate and reader could be totally up for it BUT hoon could also make it so humiliating, forcing reader to show everyone who they belong to..

“IN THAT CASE could you write hoonie pissing on your face to show you who you belong to ??? <33”

pairings: park sunghoon x f! reader

warnings: omorashi + degradation + manipulation + jealousy + humiliation

💌: i sort of combined these two asks bc i love this omg u dont understand, i love u guys and ur minds. also nonnie please dont apologize for ur english, its great !!! <3

“what the fuck were you thinking, yn? why would you let him touch you like that, don’t you love me?” sunghoon was seething, muscles taut and his hair a mess due to him tugging on it in frustration as he stared you down. “i do love you hoonie! promise i didn’t want him anywhere near me but he wouldn’t leave me alone,” you explained, tears lining your lashline because the thought of making sunghoon feel unloved was killing you. “please believe me! what can i do t’make it up to you hoonie? i’ll do anything, just-“ you sniffled, “just want you to believe me please.”

sunghoon was impossibly hard now, cock throbbing when the sound of your soft sniffles and whimpers reached his ears. you tried your best to stop crying but little did you know his plan was now in motion. “well, i guess there’s something you can do, but,” he sighed, “i don’t know if you’re up for it…’s okay sweetheart, don’t worry about me.” your eyes widened as you wrapped your hands around his noticeably larger one, “no! tell me hoonie, i said i’ll do anything. wan’ show you how much i love you.” well how could he say no to that?

“okay angel i guess we can try it out.. get on your knees ‘nd start suckin’ my cock.” you complied with his request immediately, not wanting to upset him even more. you noticed his cock was already leaking quite a bit inside your mouth, thinking you were making him feel so good he produced more precum than usual made you bob your head faster, gagging around his girthy cock.

your boyfriend was in heaven. your gags and moans causing vibrations around his cock that sent him over the edge, but not before he pushed your head down, your nose pressed right up against his pelvis causing you to choke a bit. “fuck yeah, doll, take this fuckin’ cock. this is what you get for letting others touch what belongs to me.” you squeezed your eyes shut as tears continued sliding down your cheeks, the warm stream of sunghoon‘s piss hitting the back of your throat was too much for you, nails digging into his meaty thighs. he let go of your head when he finished, squishing your cheeks together to watch his piss leak from your sore mouth.

“look so fuckin’ pretty, angel, you’re nasty aren’t you? look at you clenching your thighs, god, you’re pathetic. think that guy would still wanna fuck you if he saw you like this?” you were so humiliated, you couldn’t believe that sunghoon pissing down your throat turned you on this much. he let go of your cheeks to pet your head, letting you rest on his thigh. “don’ care about him, hoonie. promise i don’t, i’m yours. only ever wanna be yours,” you sighed, looking up at him with a pout on your lips. “i only love you, do you believe me now?” he smiled down at you, “i don’t know baby we might need to do this again sometime before i can forgive you.”

[moechies]

aaAAAA I’M THIS ANON HERE https://www.tumblr.com/moechies/754764483007774720/hello-what-are-your-thoughts-on-toji-x-reader thank youu for that it’s so cute and fluffy 😮‍💨 made me want to eat my phone. I looked at the rbs n comment (and what you said) and seeing ppl relate made me feel sm better💘

like small tits r underrated and most of the time i like how they look but when i sent that ask i don’t know what I was going through dude😭 probably the fact that summer started and that i have more free time that I am using to overthink how i look or about rude comments i have gotten (intentionally and unintentionally) fuck insecurities :’(

small ramble i’m gonna stfu now thanks again luv🩷🩷

ofc lovieee !! i love anons that come back 2 me and express their thoughts after i write for their ask :,3 makes me so happy to know dat u loved it !!!

and i knoww girl … it’s summer for me too nd i love the beach sm , but loathe wearing bikinis bc of my small boobies :p (i love bikinis but i feel i don’t look good in dem)

but don’t let it get to u baby :3 we may have small boobs but i promise u, u are much prettier than anyone shaming u for dem >:3 much love nonnie <3333

[mydaroga]

Hiii how are u?

Also love ur page.

Weird questions incoming….

Do you know why was George sometimes weird about sex?

Also do you think he was queer? I have read some tumble posts that critizice lewinsohn’s books because he omits “George’s queerness” and I haven’t got a clue what they are talking about. SORRYA ND THANKS😭

SORRY FOR ASKINg🪳🐳

Hey nonny nonny. Never apologize for asking a question or giving a compliment!

I'm not sure how much I can help you, though, since I'm not super aware of George being particularly weird about sex. Or queer. We know he had a LOT of sex, as all the Beatles did, and we have a story from one young lady who mentions him playing ukulele during a sexual act, but in my opinion that's the action of a man who has had a LOT of sex, and for whom it's become (at least at times) a bit reflexive. It's not really surprising to me at all that someone who had had that many encounters wouldn't have their full attention paid to each one.

As for queerness, I also saw a post referring to that aspect of Lewisohn, but I also have no idea what they're talking about. I see a lot of wishcasting on tumblr about George being into men, and we know he had a LOT of really close friendships with men. To me, though? That reads as strong friendship bonds of the type some men feel they can't get from romantic/sexual relationships, you know, the girls just don't understand etc etc, I need my man friends to understand music and poker and cars. Now, that's not to say there's no way he was gay! I have no idea. But George's attachment to men really feels more like that "boy's club" vibe than gay. Obviously, anyone's mileage may vary here, but without any further evidence (that I know about), it's all speculation.

That said, I am decidedly not a George expert, so I am sorry I can't help more! Feel free to let me know what you think, though!

[senzacaponecoda]

I sketched out a PIE clang out of boredom earlier and I kind of liked where it was going but I didn't feel like making a vocab list. Have it

Not Satem

PIE -> Clang

Nucleic sonorants get /a/

*bh -> f

*dh -> z initially, dd elsewhere

*gh -> mostly g initially, gg elsewhere

*kw, gw, ghw -> k, b, bb

*p, t, k, b, d -> mostly same

*s -> always smobile, z between vowels, VsC -> VhC -> VC^2 so like *hest -> ett but *stati -> stat. *sk -> š tho

*r,*l -> metathesize to usually post-vocalic but avoiding m, n, y, w and themselves. *l mostly turns to w after w->v, after vowels and before back vowels. *r tries to turn into *l. *gr and *ghr stop that and just turn into r via an intermediate uvular; h2 was uvular x imo so it also does that (h2r -> r, not l)

*g before e, i merges with y, but not gh

w -> v, y -> ž initially, /j/ otherwise

h1 -> ø, h2 -> h initially, long after a vowel, a-colors. h3-> h initially, w otherwise, a-colors but rounds so basically o-colors

nasals preserved initially, nasalize vowels otherwise

long, nasal vowels raise *oo, *on -> u, *ee, en -> i. Nasal a fronts to e, long a backs to o.

Final short vowel becomes schwa, schwa also inserted after word final geminates

Vowel length transfers to consonant (coda) length if it can.

late a epenthesis before initial clusters

generally clusters simplify as best as possible

Verbs derive from the eventive endings, usually as if they were perfective. Athematic verbs usually like they had -e- before the person endings, thematic verbs usually like they had -a- before the endings, most new verbs are -a- types. Infinitive reflects PIE, the gerund/imperfective participle reflects -nd-, and the original perfect stem was regularized to the reduplicating pattern and used for a new participle with an irregular syllabic n from old -nt-.

So

*bherati -> feratë

egu fere, tu fera, o ferat, nu feremë, yu ferattë, i ferettë

egu fifere, tu fifera, o fiferat, nu fiferemë, yu fiferattë, i fiferettë

stat fereddë

ettë fiferan

*leynkweti -> likketë

egu likke, tu likke, o likket, nu likkimë, yu likkettë, i likkittë

egu lilekkë, tu lilekke, o lilikket, nu lilekkimë, yu lilekkettë, i lilekkittë

stat likkeddë, ettë lilekkan

Noun outcomes would look like their accusative plurals, basically coming out to thematic u stems from the o declension, thematic e stems from the a declension, athematic stems would essentially be consonant stems. A new plural would develop out of the old genitive via a partitive construction and generalize so it's just: u/i, e/i, ø/i, with some irregular things here and there.

*nokwts -> nottë, notti

*dngweh2s -> debbe, debbi

*nisdos -> niddu, niddi

*wergom -> vergu, verži

pronouns are like

nom/obl/pos

egu/mi/miyu

tu/ti/tuyu

o/o/oyu

a/a/ayu

vi/emmí/emmu

yu/vu/yuyu

i/i/iyu

-u -> -e with feminines, -i with plurals (!iyi is eyi)

speakers can say ege if female, or te if speaking to a female, ye females, but this is considered overanalysis and generally done either to sound cute or mildly insult. T-V formality exists; I guess I'm imagining this spoken on some mediterranean island having had contact with Rome.

the oykos stem ends up the counting one but the oynos stem ends up an article. the k demonstrative ends up the definite articles.

ik bi ti kepori pikki seši setti hotti nonni dekki, akiti = 100

post positions and SOV

Hávë 'në, žu o ddë hónnë nérrë váret, éki didérket.

sheep a, REL he to wool not was, horses saw

Ík báru vóggu 'në vivégget;

one heavy wagon a drew

ík méžu fóru 'në;

one big load a

ík nér in hókohóko fiférat.

one man a quickly carried.

Hávë ku éki ki ddë vuvóket:

Sheep the horses the to said:

"Aggímu në aspeki, éki-dë hážetë,

human a see, horses-and draw.INF

kíddë mi aggútari".

heart my pain.PASS

Éki ki o ddë vuvókit:

Horses him to said:

"Kuddí, hávë!

Listen, sheep!

Tó aspékimë,

it we.see

kíddi emmí aggútarit:

hearts our pain.PASS

aggímu në, pótë ku, honnë af hávë bémmu véttru vivépet,

human a, master the, wool of sheep warm clothing made

hávë-dë ku ddë honnë nérrë váret".

sheep-and the to wool not was.

Tó-dë kukúddet, hávë ku hággu ku nnë fufúget.

it-and heard, sheep the field the in fled

[bad4amficideas]

HCs for what joker, riddler, two-face nd scarecrow think of Bats. do they intentionally do things to get their attention? who openly admits they like Bats? what do they do once caught? do they buy merch of Bats? if so, how far do they go to hide it from the other Rogues?

Note: English is not my language, so I hope you will be understanding of any flaws you find. I no proofread either ^^U

In one or another world, the existence of Joker will always be conditioned to that of the bat on duty, so, of course. And he admits to being "their number one fan" and doing what he does for "their attention to him which only him deserves" and that it's all because HE "is their equal." This gets on the nerves of others, who are not as "expressive." But Joker is also too erratic and moves too much around Gotham (he has no fixed bases), to keep “merchandise”, as he would say… and Tim would do, “he treasures every encounter and memory with Bats”.

Riddler follows Joker in the most obsessed scale. As Joker, he sees Bats as one of the few (but not the only) "equals" to him, and if he leaves clues, it is to attract their attention. All signed and dedicated to Bats, after all. Despite which he won't say out loud "I adore Bats" like a certain clown. His riddles are your shared game, and god knows how he hates when others, villains or batfam, mess with it. But no, Edward doesn't buy “merchansise” either. Which isn't to say that he doesn't have “memories” of your meetings with him. A missing batarang, a piece of cloak, a clue that Bats "almost" couldn't solve, and sometimes he keeps some newspapers chronicling your encounters (usually digital, since it's easier to transport). This isn't exactly a secret but it's not advertised either, it's hidden in plain sight. Some villains know that he has some batarangs or capes fragments, but they think it's because he's investigating the identity of Bats or something. The biggest secret between the two of you, because Riddler, also in this world, presumes to know who you -Bats- are.

In summary. Everyone knows that Joker and Riddler are obsessed with Bats.

Regarding Two-Face, I "deleted" some of the canon lines where Bats and Harvey met as kids in rehab, because I think a strong relationship could have "ruined" Two-Face's birth (either you follow the version in which his "birth" was done by a criminal I-don't-remember-the-name, or by Joker). That said, in Earth 1T8, Bats gave his trademark coin to Harvey, which, as Harvey, was fine, but as Two-Face, not so much, for childhood memories and all. They don't have merchandise because while Harvey appreciates Bats, Two-Face is volatile. Not that that side of him doesn't love Bats too, but it's "more all or nothing" mentality, so the merchandise doesn't work for him. Two-Face won't admit even dead he likes Bats, and the coin can be turned into a D&D dice where you can only save yourself if you roll 20, should you accuse him of being obsessed with Bats "like those two perverts".

In Earth 1T8, Scarecrow took it more "personal", being discovered by Bats. But hey, finally one that has the shirt with the Bats symbol, nonnie XD. After all, Bats seeks to, and whether male or female or neither or both, in their own way, succeeds, instill fear, and that is something Crane respects enough to go undercover in a Bats T-shirt (nobody expects that, that's his excuse for his favorite t-shirt). He also doesn't admit that he likes Bats, but he's not as radical as Two-Face, after all, among heroes, Bats, is not "the idealistic Superman who thinks pushing the earth out of orbit will save us all." -God what memories- (BTW this Scarecrow managed to gas at least once to Superman on this Earth). Apart from that, Crane, yes, is the one that has merchandise, but small things, like key chains or something like that because in his line of work things don't usually last, having to move from one place to another all the time. Not to mention, getting in and out of prison. As a note. Harley Quinn knows that he collects Bats merchandise.

[lesbianlovelanguage]

hi!! u asked for prompts!! how about experiment!steve nd the party and billy finding out? u chose his abilities:-)

Hey nonny!! I had SO MUCH fun writing this, thank you so much for the awesome prompt. I hope you like it :)

Also putting in a cut bc this is like over 3k 

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Nancy and Jonathan-

Steve was so, so tired as he rolled up to the Byer’s house. The entire three hours he had spent erasing that stupid ass graffiti, he had thought about how to make it up to Nancy. He realized that the first move had to be apologizing to Byers. Besides that, what he had said really was fucked up, no matter how much Nancy had hurt him. It definitely wasn’t his place to say anyone else’s family is screwed up either, not with his history.

With a huff, he clambered out of his car and hustled up to the front door. Something didn’t feel right, but he shrugged that off to the fact that it was so dark outside. He reached the front door, and began pounding.

“Jonathan! Are you there man? It’s… It’s Steve! Listen, I just wanna talk.” He heard some shuffling as he continued to pound on the door, but pulled his fist away as he heard the chain lock being pulled. 

“Nancy?” This was going to be so much harder if she was here, shit. 

“Steve. You need to leave.” 

“No, no I’m not trying to start shit, okay?”

“That’s not important Steve. I don’t care.” Fuck, he really fucked up didn’t he? 

Nancy began to close the door, and with it he saw any chance of apologizing and making up for his actions disappearing.

“No, no, no, Nanc, please, I-” He pounded on the door both in frustration and to try and get her to stop closing it. “I messed up, okay? I messed up, and- and I’m sorry. I just want to make things right.” He took a deep breath and looked up into Nancy’s eyes. All he saw there was sadness and anxiety though, and he quickly looked away.

And noticed the thick Ace bandage wrapped around her hand. 

“Wh-what happened to your hand?” He reached to grab it, but she pulled away.

“Nothing! It was an accident,” she tried to explain, but Steve had been with her long enough to recognize when she was lying. A terrible thought dawned on him

“Did he do this to you? Nance, let me,” he began pushing on the door, “let me in, Nancy.” She tried to fight, but with one final push he barged into the darkened living room of the Byers’ house. The only thing he noticed was a fucking baseball bat with nails, and then Jonathan was in his face, yelling about how he needed to leave. They were in the middle of scuffling when he heard a click, and Nancy pointed a gun in his face.

“Steve, get out,” she said, tone deadly serious.

All of his instincts were screaming to run, but he couldn’t just leave Nancy behind, he loved her. 

“Thi- this is a joke right? Nance, put the gun down.” 

“You have five seconds to leave. I’m doing this for you,” and then his instincts really began going haywire. She was counting down slowly, Jonathan was screaming at her, and the fucking christmas lights began flickering. It was as if they were some sort of signal, as Nancy stopped counting and Jonathan dove for the baseball bat. They were looking for something, but all there was were the damn lights. 

“Hello, will someone please explain what the fu-” Before he could finish demanding answers, a thing straight out of nightmares began bursting through the ceiling, and Nancy and Jonathan were booking it down the hallway. There was nothing he could do but run after them.

They all piled into a bedroom at the end of the hall, but there still were no answers as Nancy and Jonathan stared at the door waiting for that thing to burst through. 

But then the flashing lights stopped and the house went silent. 

For the first time since he burst through the front door, Steve said nothing as they all crept out of the bedroom into the dark hallway. They made it all the way back out to the living room, but the house was empty except for them. 

“This is crazy,” Steve whispered at first, but continued to repeat with more franticness in his voice as he lunged for the phone he saw hanging on the wall. He had just managed to dial 9-1-1 when Nancy ripped it out of his hands and threw it away from them. 

“It’s going to come back,” she shouted. “So you need to leave. Right. Now.” Steve took a deep breath and looked between the two of them. 

“No,” he said, trying to hide the shakiness of his voice. All he got for his defiance though was the two of them physically pushing him out the front door. Not wanting to be caught outside in the dark with that monster, he booked it to his car, but just as he was climbing into the front seat, he saw the lights in the house begin to flicker again. 

It was coming back. 

He charged back towards the house without a second thought, but as he ran, he felt something stirring within him. A feeling he had long ago pushed away, ever since the Harringtons decided to buy him from the lab. 

Between one step and the next, he found himself shifting. By the time he burst through the front door, he was no longer human, but rather a lion acting on instinct to protect his pride. 

It seemed that he had arrived just in time too, as Jonathan lay prone on the ground and Nancy was backed into a corner. Acting on the howling demands of his hindbrain, Steve lept at the monster, bearing his teeth in a fearsome growl, and knocked it away from her. He tumbled with it to the ground and began blindly swiping at it with his claws. He forced it down the hallway, where he vaguely remembered a bear trap lay waiting, and with one final leap, pushed it into the jaws of the trap. He turned back and growled at the two people standing behind him, looking confused and scared, but a fearsome scream from the monster kicked Jonathan back into motion as he rushed forward and chucked the lighter at the gas puddle by the monster’s feet. All three of them watched in awe for a moment as the thing burst into flames, and then Jonathan was running to grab a fire extinguisher and the ball of flames was doused with a cloud of chemicals that irritated Steve’s sensitive nose. The house was filled with coughing and panting as they tried to look through the fog and see if the monster had been defeated. 

All that remained was a pile of bubbling ooze coating the closed bear trap. 

All three of them breathed a sigh of relief at the sight. It was over. They had won. 

With the danger gone, Steve felt the same sensation roll over him and then he was once again standing on two feet. He winced as he heard two shocked inhales behind him and turned to face the two other teens. 

“Tada,” he said weakly.

“What. The actual. Fuck.” Jonathan panted, but Nancy simply stared at him with her mouth agape. 

Steve shifted awkwardly on the balls of his feet, still trying to readjust to the sudden shift after five years of trying to push that part of him away, and then realized he was naked. 

“Could I- uh, could I borrow some sweats?” He asked Jonathan.

The Party-

“Nance, I’m still not sure about this. They all hate me.”

“Steve,” Nancy sighed. They had been having this argument all morning. “They don’t hate you. They don’t know you, there’s a difference. But you helped us defeat that demogorgon and that makes you part of the group.” 

“But Nanc-”

“No but Nance. Now c’mon, we’re gonna be late.” They both piled into Steve’s BMW and headed to the other side of town, where the Byers lived, and where the party decided to hold a little Christmas party.

They got out, and Steve offered to grab the presents out of the backseat while Nancy went ahead to say hi to everyone. She agreed reluctantly, shooting him a look. 

He opened the backseat and took a shaky breath. He couldn’t believe he let Nancy talk him into this, but once she found out that he would spend the holidays alone because his parents decided that a beach resort in Aruba was a better choice, she wouldn’t budge. Everyone would be there, she had promised as if that would make him feel less nervous. Even the girl who Mike had apparently been hiding in his basement. 

After taking a few breaths and grabbing the basket they had decided to put everyone’s gifts in, he headed into the Byers, still feeling his stomach roil with nerves.

The first person he was bombarded with was a short kid with wild curly hair and a wide smile.

“I heard you helped Jonathan and Nancy take out a demogorgon! They said you were wicked killed with a baseball bat.” Steve looked up and made eye contact with Nancy. That’s the story they went with? 

“Yep,” he chuckled. “That- uh, that’s me.” The curly haired boy’s eyes widened.

“That’s awesome!” He crowed, turning back around to run and tell the other children gathered around the coffee table. He recognized Nancy’s little brother, Mike, and he had a vague recollection of the other two younger boys, but then he saw the only girl in the middle of the boys. That must be the girl Mike had been hiding. She looked up at the curly-haired boy as he went charging over, but Steve couldn’t get a good look at her as he was pulled away by Nancy into the kitchen. He dutifully followed her in to meet Joyce Byers and Chief Hopper. Joyce then pulled him into helping her finish up the dinner as she rambled about helping to save their house and how thankful she was that he had shown up to help Nancy and Jonathan. 

Eventually, dinner was finished, and he was tasked with gathering the children as Joyce and Chief Hopper set the small kitchen table. He walked back over to the living room, and was finally able to see the girl’s face. 

Not only was it a face he recognized, but one that haunted his nightmares almost every night. Granted he hadn’t seen her in the five years he had been free, but he would always remember the wide, brown eyes that had stared up at him with so much innocence and youth, so exotic within the labs.

Eleven. The girl he had considered a younger sister, only to have abandoned when she needed him most. Of course, it hadn't been his choice, but the guilt of leaving her alone in that place had weighed on him for years. 

Memories flashed before his eyes, shared meals and playtime, big trusting eyes looking up at him as he soothed her after a particularly terrible nightmare, the screams as she was dragged down that damn sterile hallways towards whatever hellish trial they decided to put her through that day. All of these and so many more terrible memories flooded the forefront of his mind and he started to cry. Fell to his knees and spread his arms wide. Feeling El throw her thin too thin body at him only made him cry that much harder, but it also felt as if a weight had been lifted from his chest. His sister was safe. 

After a few minutes he finally calmed down enough to register the fact that El was running her small hand through his hair and murmuring happy little cries of “Six, you’re here. I found you.” 

It was another few moments before he realized he was whispering back, broken apologies and platitudes as he squeezed her as tight as he could, as if when he let go she would disappear. 

Finally, after what had felt like seconds and centuries all in one, he loosened his hold and pulled back. He first looked at El and took a second to wipe a stray tear from her cheek, before looking up around the room. 

Nancy and Jonathan, seeming to have put two and two together, stood looking heartbroken for the two, while everyone else gathered in the ruined living room of the Byers house looked confused and mildly concerned. 

Hopper, who had appeared when Steve had first begun crying, was the first person to step forward. He cleared his throat before speaking.

“I- uh- I think I’m missing something here, but I think I also speak for all of us when I sa-”

“What the fuck is happening?” the curly-haired boy from before interjected. Hopper glared at the boy, but then turned back to stare at Steve. Before he could figure out what to say, El stood up from his loose embrace and turned towards the group.

“Six,” she said determinedly, “big brother.” Then, as if that solved everything, she turned back around and sat back in his lap. 

If anything though, her three word explanation brough even further scrutiny from the people surrounding them, so Steve cleared his throat.

“So, um, five years ago the Harringtons decided they wanted a kid, an heir to the business dynasty or some sh- thing, but Mrs. Harringrove didn’t want to go through pregnancy. Mr. Hargrove happened to hear whisperings of ‘special children’ and after some heavy lawyering, they ended up with yours truly. Then of course, they found out that ‘special’ meant ‘lab-rats’ and wanted nothing to do with me.” 

As he finished the quick and easy version of events that drastically changed his life, silence swallowed the living room and made Steve feel like he was suffocating. And then it was broken by a loud yell of “We have two superhero friends?” 

As if a spell had been broken, life flooded back into the house as the kids surrounded Steve until Joyce called out that it was dinner time. 

Dinner was a small, casual affair. All of the kids were too busy inhaling the food to ask more questions, and the adults seemed to be biting their tongues. After the food had been cleared away, Steve excused himself, and stumbled out the front door to sit on the patio and have a smoke. 

He was halfway through his cigarette when he heard the heavy wooden door swing open and thick boots trudge up behind him. Hopper was then sitting next to him.

“Not the best habit there.”

“Yeah,” Steve agreed, offering nothing else. Hopper sighed.

“Listen, kid,” he started before sighing again, and doing something Steve never would have expected in a million years. 

He pulled him into a hug. A short one for sure, but still a hug. 

“You’ll be okay.”

Maybe he would be, maybe he wouldn’t, but finally, Steve felt that maybe, just maybe, he had finally found a family.

Billy-

Steve was five seconds away from screaming. 

Not only was he stuck in a house with four middle schoolers who were just as anxious as him, but he also had to ignore the fact that El was in imminent danger. She was out there risking her life to save the world, and he was stuck on babysitter duty. Of course, it had made sense when they were all brainstorming a plan of attack, but the reality of what it would mean hadn’t set in until El and Hopper were already far away. 

He had been in the kitchen, trying to prepare a snack to hopefully relieve some of the anxiety when he heard Lucas.

“Mike, would you just stop already?” 

“You weren’t in there. That lab is swarming with hundreds of those dogs.” Steve tried to ignore the way his heart raced at the reminder of where El was headed and stepped into the living room to diffuse the mounting tension.

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

“Okay, first of all this isn’t some stupid sports game,” as if he needed a reminder of the absolute shit situation they were all in, “and second of all, we’re not even in the game. We’re on the bench.” 

Steve tried to rebound, but what do you say to that? How do you comfort a small gaggle of preteens? 

“Right, we’re on the bench, so there’s nothing we can do,” he tried, feeling it fall flat even as he said it. 

“Actually,” Dustin chimed in, “That’s not entirely true.” Then they all gathered again to plan a hair-brained scheme that would end with them all dying, and Steve couldn’t get a word in edgewise. 

“Hey! Hey! This is not happening,” he said, putting every ounce of authority he could muster in his voice. Once he finally had all of their attention, he continued. “This is so not happening. I promised to keep you shitheads safe, and that’s exactly what I plan on.” Mike just rolled his eyes and continued planning, but Dustin turned to Steve.

“Steve, buddy, don’t you want to help El?” Steve winced, and at the sign of weakness, Dustin went for the jugular. “We could save her. You promised to protect her. So, protect her.” 

He opened his mouth, unable to put together an argument, when they all heard the loud roar of an engine revving outside. 

The new girl, Max, ran to the front window in a panic, muttering about how ‘he can’t find us here, he’ll kill us.’ Well, shit. 

Steve pushed his way to the front of the window and watched as a blue camaro pulled in next to his BMW. This night couldn’t get any worse. 

He pushed the kids out of the window and went to confront the biggest douche in Hawkins.

“Am I dreaming, or is that you Harrington?” Billy smirked as he blew out a big cloud of smoke. 

“Yeah, it’s me. Don’t cream your pants.” They squabled back and forth, Billy waving his cigarette around obnoxiously, and then he saw his sister in the window and all hell broke loose. 

He charged forward, pushing Steve out of the way and charging through the front door. Steve scrambled up after him, and followed hot on his heels. For some reason, Billy targeted Lucas, and Steve saw red. 

“You’re dead Sinclaire.” 

“No, you are,” Steve said from behind him and then swung. He felt his knuckles connect with the hard bone of Billy’s cheek. He came back up, laughing like a maniac.

“You got some fire in you after all! I’ve been waiting to meet this King Steve everyone’s been telling me so much about,” Billy sneered, blood pouring out of his nose. 

But then they heard an ungodly squelching sound, followed by snarling. 

A demodog burst through the open front door and lunged for the huddle of kids by the door, and without a thought as to how Billy would react, Steve yelled at the kids to duck, and then shifted. He leapt over the group and landed on four golden paws. 

With a mighty roar, Steve charged the demodog and began to fight it, scratching and biting blindly as he tried to kill it. He felt its own claws dig into his side, leaving dark, deep gashes. They were a pretty even match, every attack met with an equally feral response, and Steve could feel himself wearing out. He needed this to end, soon. 

As if she had read his mind, suddenly Max was standing next to him and trying to swing the nail bat at the fucker. Steve managed to disengage long enough for her to raise the bat and bring it swiftly down on the monster’s head without himself getting smashed too. Black blood splattered everywhere, matting Steve’s fur and Max’s hair. 

It felt as if everyone held their breath as they waited for the demodog to rise again. Moments passed in complete silence until finally, Billy felt safe enough to call out. 

“So King Steve is also king of the jungle?”

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tag team: @lostnoise @gideongrace @stevefuckingharrington @a-magey @trashmouth-hargrove @catharrington @trashycatarcade @myboyfriendsteve @thesummerof84 @lightsupinthenorth (lmk if you would like to be added/removed from the list!)

[kaiwritess]

Hey, I hope I'm not wasting your time, I know you already answered a bunch of emergency requests today, but if you could answer mine, I would be forever grateful! All day today I have been feeling anxious, so can I request Sugawara and Yamaguchi (seperatly) comforting a s/o who's feeling anxious? :)

Sugawara and Yamaguchi Comforting an Anxious S/O (Hcs)

A/N: i know how difficult things can be, nonnie. i made this rlly fluffy if that’s okay with you! anyways, i hope things get better for u :) *not proofread

Sugawara Koushi

Sugawara first noticed something was off when you didn’t send him a “good morning” text. It’s something you do everyday, but being buried deep in your thoughts made you forget about it.

He knows it’s such an insignificant detail, and you probably had a busy morning, but he couldn’t help but have uneasy feeling. (it’s a mama-suga sense ahah)

Your boyfriend sent you a quick text that says, “what’s up? are you okay?” just to make sure you’re okay.

Much to his surprise, you replied with a “no :// can you talk?” After seeing that message, he immediately called you.

He can’t describe the amount of relief that washed over him when he heard your voice. As you told him about all the things making you nervous, Sugawara started to make a mental note of all your favorite snacks to buy in the convenience store.

“Hey Angel, can I come over to your place? I have some gifts that might calm your nerves,” he said after you were done talking.

“R-right now? Yea sure, that would be nice, actually.”

20 minutes later, he was at your door, arms filled with snacks and goodies, wearing a small smile. Mama-Suga to the rescue :,)

Yamaguchi Tadashi

He was over at your place, talking about how determined he is to become one of the best pinch servers in the Miyagi Prefecture. Lost in his own thoughts, he hadn’t noticed how suspiciously quiet you were.

“...and one day, if I get good enough, I can get 5 aces in a row! How awesome would that be, Y/N?” he looked over, only to see you breathing heavily. “Y/N?”

You sighed, waking up from your trance. “Sorry Yams, but this whole day I’ve been feeling really anxious. I just... I don’t know... I’m nervous about everything and nothing at the same time. Does make sense?” 

Yamaguchi was startled at your sudden confession. “Don’t apologize! I’ll be right here, ‘nd I’ll listen to everything you need to say.”

His voice was so warm and comforting. You couldn’t help but give him a hug, thinking about how lucky you are to have a boyfriend like him.

“Do you want to cuddle too? I heard affection calms your nerves!” he suggested.

Although Yamaguchi didn’t magically erase your anxiety, he made it more bearable. His presence calms you down and you’re just,, so grateful for someone like him.

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

Thanks for reading!

- Kai

[childre]

i notice i tend to regress after dealing with something bad, and my caretaker/bf thinks i’m doing it to run away but in reality i just actually feel like a child and i can’t help it...how do i explain to him that im not running away but rather my mind is regressing and i feel like a child..?

hi nonnie! well, i thnk u should tell him tht age regression is often a coping mechanism nd age regressin to feel better or bcuz its a reaction to ur feelings is actually pretty normal!

he should understand better tht age regression isnt a play, its mental! nd jst like some people do X stuff  bc if helps them, some people age regress, both intentionally nd unintentionally! thts now running away, thts having a way to deal w stress nd bad emotions! jst like people do many other things to feel better! and age regression as i said can rlly just happend as a reaction from a bad situation for psychological reasons. he shouldnt jugde u for that at all, theres no good reason why he should do that nd its only hurtful! 

i rlly hope that if u talk this through w him, he’ll understand! take care nonnie!! ily!! (⺣◡⺣)♡*

[bunicate]

hi mimi diff nonie here but how do you know if youve orgasmed >< like i feel my parts getting all wet n sticky but i just dunno if thats it... T—T

'm so sad cause i js wanna feel good !!!!

uwaaa I feel so >\< tht u bbies r coming to mi abt these stuff . feels like a fun witl sleep over :3 but also btw I’m not at all like sex expert or anything , I haveeee veriiii litl experience however I do masturbate . . like alots ^_^ so tmi tmi tmi tmi tmi

with an orgasm . at least for mi . . there’s just no way for me not to know. the best way I can describe is like a steady escalation until smthn snaps or pops. an orgasm for mi is like a still moment of like . . . a burst of pleasure. my body tenses and my pussy twitches . . like a lot and it’s very leaky . naturally I know it’s coming when I speed up whatever I’m doing which is usually pinching my nipples and rubbing my clit faster and faster and then you just KNOW ! ! if ur unsure . . chances r u didn’t orgasm .

[elvhxns]

so with thay said, sex workers should have no rights because they'll end up getting aids 'nd shit (thats a movie reference for ya) and don't mention HIV and STD's. if they ever get that then it's their fault that don't have unprotected sex and a high risk of dying (don't forget cheating to their partners!!) instead of working at a 9 to 5 job at mcdonalds or some shit like that

First part of message:  if yall horny people are being opressed that your precious nsfw is being thanos snapped then move to e621 or paheal u fags

My response:

If you actually did you research before clicking my askbox and dumping a load of shit into my messages, you’d see that I actually responded to this exact concern. 

This protest isn’t solely about porn. Maybe next time read before you open your mouth, nonny. But clearly, you don’t know how to considering all the ignorant stuff you followed up your argument with. Go to the library. Read a book. Shit, visit Wikipedia and donate $3 for their free services idiots like you need to take up on. 💋💖

[hyunwoo-archive]

my weak soft heart is shaking..... your shownu essay is so cute and i just read the other shownu essays and i almost started crying bc i can feel the love from what you (and that one anon) said?? it really helps me see shownu is a different light so tuank u so much for responding i really like reading ppl's rambles so !!!! i'm happie thank u so much once again and i hope u feel better now !! have a good day ily

aaaaaaa a a a a a pleaASE it was rly no problem jgks i lov talking abt monsta x ?? nd i lov talking abt shownu too im really glad it helped out !!!!!!!

[smutmylifeup]

Druken Stupor - Part Two (SMUT).

Anon Request: Erika Matsuda (KBTBB) x MC

‘YOOOOO, how about an Erika fic? Can be a ficlet if you like *wiggles eyebrows*’

Author’s note: This was much harder than I expected to write. And I would just like the thank @hifftn @smile-smile-ichthys and @whatdoyouexpectthistime for the help in writing this. Without them I may not have completed it. Apologies it took so long. Anyway, I hope your enjoy nonnie. 

“Fuck, shit, fucking shit fuck, shit a brick and fuck me with it. Fuck.”

______ dropped her phone as if it burnt her. Her brain throbbed and she wanted to fall so deep into the depths of the Earth’s crust she evaporated into nothing.

After previously thanking her drunk self, she now cursed her with so much hatred – she may as well have murdered herself. What in the world was she thinking? At what point was texting Erika considered a good idea?

It wasn’t.

______ dreaded to think what she had written and hoped to a God she didn’t believe in that whatever she sent wasn’t readable thanks to her drunken stupor.

She picked up her phone again, delicately like she’d wake up a dragon if she was too loud or forceful. She didn’t want to know what she had said, but she needed to know. She needed to know if she needed Mamoru to fake her death and give her new identity and move out of the city or to actually have Soryu throw her into Tokyo bay.

Both those options sounded good right now.  

But then again, Mamoru wouldn’t be awake long enough to be of any help to her and Soryu wouldn’t help unless it benefitted him and the Ice Dragons.

Assholes.

Unlocking the screen once more, ______ looked at the little windows of text conversations. Erika’s name wasn’t in bold but it may as well have been since it was the only thing she could focus on.

With what little bravery she owned, ______ opened the conversation.

‘Errika. I drunk nd wisjh you were here. I know you haaate me but I can’t help but like you,,. Ur so cqute and smart and pretty and amazingg. A guy in the club keeps hiotting on mee but all I can thjnk boutt is u nd wishingd it was u.’

What. The. Fuck.

Not only was is a confession (sort of) of her feelings towards Erika, it was like a drunk love-struck teenager wrote it.

______ dropped her phone again and buried herself into her bed. Throwing her duvet over her head and blocking out the entire world.

Out of every stupid thing she’d ever done, including breaking that statue that got her sold at a black market auction, this was at the top of the list.

Her mind was racing of ways to get out of this and none were logical. She would have to face Erika and if she had told her little sheep – Rina and Kana or anyone else for that matter, it was going to be all over Tres Spades like wildfire.

Which of course meant the Auction Sponsors would hear of it too and on top of having to deal with her co-workers teasing, she’d have to deal with theirs too.

And they were merciless.

The only semi-reasonable answer came to her as she felt bile rise up into her throat and threw herself out of bed and headed to her bathroom. The remnants of last night’s alcohol and some form of food she’d either bought or made herself before she fell asleep emptied from her stomach and into the toilet.

Once she’d spewed up everything inside her, she dragged herself back to bed and picked up her phone again and dialled Kenzaki’s number.

“Good Morning Mr Kenzaki, sorry to call you so early. And I know it’s my day off but I don’t feel well, I think I’ve got that sickness and fever bug that’s been going round,” ______ was thankful that she sounded as sick as she felt despite it being because of a hangover. “I don’t think I’ll be able to come into work for the next few days, I don’t want to make any of our guests sick.”

Kenzaki was as understanding as she knew he would be. Of course he would probably double check to see if Eisuke was okay with her taking a few days off but even Eisuke couldn’t argue that making someone sick work was unfair and bad for business.

After hanging up and texting Chisato and Sakiko to check on them – both of which were safe albeit with raging hangovers, ______ threw her phone as far away from her as she could and was silently thankful that it landed on an armchair on the other side of the room as she resumed her previous cocooned state.

She refused to leave her bed for the next two days at least. Or until it no longer made her stomach flip when she thought about seeing Erika.

Two days wouldn’t be enough for that.

Her day off passed, thankfully ______ managed to sleep for most of that day giving her a chance to avoid her thoughts.

The next day was spent tidying her already immaculate room. Being a maid had its advantages, her room was always spotless but luckily, _______ found little things to do to keep her mind preoccupied.

She had a brief visits from both Chiasto and Sakiko between their shifts – she hadn’t told them what she had done and played the role of sick very convincingly in her opinion.

After her whole, ‘I’m not telling her how I feel’ conversation at the club she wasn’t about to tell them she’d actually done it while drunk. This whole thing was blown out a proportion really and she was being really childish but she couldn’t help it. The embarrassment was nauseating.

The day after, Baba showed up at her door – medicine, flowers and some homemade soup in hand.

“Pretty lady, I’ve missed you!”

Baba pushed past ______ and went straight into her room as if he owned it.

“You mean you’ve missed teasing me,” ______ rolled her eyes as she shut her door. “What are you doing here Baba? I thought you were in Europe for a while?”

“I heard our Princess was sick and rushed back to nurse her back to health.”

Baba chimed already looking for a vase to put the flowers in.

______ wished she’d fallen for Baba’s charms, at least they’d be reciprocated even if it was just for a while.

“Thanks Baba. How’s everyone in the penthouse?” _____ said.

Watching Baba use her kitchenette like it was his own.

“It’s a total sausage fest without you,” Baba pouted and his voice sounded genuinely sad. “Don’t tell them I told you this but they all miss you. Even Boss refuses to let another maid into the penthouse to clean because he only trusts you.”

At this ______ laughed out loud.

“There is no way that’s Eisuke’s intention. He’s just letting it get dirty so I have double the work to do.”

“Well, that will be his excuse. But we all know his heart isn’t made completely of stone. And he has a soft spot for our Princess.”

Baba winked as he placed the vase on the coffee table.

______ ignored him and focused on the flowers instead.

“Thank you, Baba. They’re beautiful. How did you know Pink Hydrangeas were my favourite?” _____ said admiring the flowers from where she stood.

“You’ll be surprised how easy you are to read, Princess,” Baba continued about his routine and went back to put the soup in the microwave. “Like how you really aren’t sick, you’re just avoiding something or better yet, someone.”

Baba peered over his shoulder at _______ and watched her eyes look anywhere but his own.

“I hope it isn’t Me.” he continued.

“Of course not Baba. Out of all the Auction Sponsors, you’re the only one I like being around for longer than five minutes.”

Baba seemed to relax a little after hearing this. Even though he had no idea what he could have done to make ______ avoid him in the first place.

“Well, if it’s not me, then who?” Baba pried.

“Do I really have to talk to you about this? It’s so damn embarrassing.”

“No you don’t but we’re friends and I want you to rely on me.”

Baba turned himself fully towards, ______ after he set the timer for the soup to reheat.

“We are friends, in some weird, twisted Stockholm syndrome way,” ______ chuckled fully aware that she is only ‘friends’ with any of them because of the whole Auction catastrophe. “It’s ridiculously childish and embarrassing. So if I tell you, please do not tell the others?”

“You can hand me to Ayase personally and I won’t put up a fight if I break that promise.”

Baba took his hat off his head and placed it over his heart and bowed slightly as if to reiterate his sincerity.

She knew she could trust Baba, despite how flaky he could be – he wasn’t one to go shouting other people’s business from the rooftops.

Sighing, ______ motioned for Baba to take a seat as she got two bowls out from a cabinet and two spoons from the draw. Then getting the soup ready once it had reheated, she too joined Baba at her small dining table.

Baba was patient and attentive – smiling faintly as if to encourage her to speak when she was ready. Damn that Thief, he was always so charming and sweet.

“Okay,” ______ started, blowing on her spoon before slurping at it. “Damn Baba this is some good soup. You’ll have to teach me your secrets to cooking one day.”

Baba looked at her as if to say ‘Stop changing the subject and get on with it.’ Although he did it a little kinder way than that.

“You know Erika, right?”

Baba nodded.

“Well, I may have text her when I was drunk the other night.”

Baba ate some of his soup and then placed his spoon back in the bowl and sat back in his chair slightly.

“What did you say to her that makes you want to avoid her?”

“I kind of, have, y’know feelings for her. And it was a drunk confession text.”

_____ spat out the words as if it was phlegm. The taste of the soup suddenly becoming very bitter.

“Well that explains why you always say no when I ask to take you on a date.” Baba chuckled.

“If you’re implying that the reason I turn you down is because I’m gay, you couldn’t be more wrong.”

_____’s brow furrowed, slightly irritated by Baba’s closed mindedness about how having feelings for a girl immediately meant she was instantly a lesbian.

“That’s not what I meant, Princess. If I had feelings for someone, I wouldn’t want to go on a date with another woman. Even if it was to get over her.”

_____ sighed again, trying to let her defences down.

“I’m sorry. I just don’t know how to handle this, I know she doesn’t like me. It’s plain as day to see. And for whatever reason while I was drunk, I thought it was a good idea to tell her.”

Baba nodded, letting her continue.

“It’d be fine if we didn’t work together. I would probably never see her again. But facing her and the pure and utter freaked out and disgust on her face. I just don’t want to see that.”

Giving it a moment, possibly thinking of the best way to approach this situation, Baba leant forward and took ______’s hand that was resting on the table into his own.

“How do you know that’s how she is going to react though?” Baba started. “People wear masks all the time, she could be wearing the exact same one you were wearing before you text her.”

______ just shook her head.

“Erika is very clear about what she thinks of me – over-privileged, not deserving of my penthouse position – which is kind of true, unattractive and stupid.”

This talk with Baba was doing anything but make her feel better.

“If you were undeserving of your Penthouse position, Boss would not have given it to you,” Baba pondered but decided against saying what he wanted to. “Well if you’re sure that’s how she sees you, why are you holding onto this? You know this is all just speculation. You never know maybe the number is incorrect or she blocked you.”

“So you’re hiding for no reason. You have to face the rejection one way or another and then move on. Of course, it’s easier said than done but I’ll be here every step of the way to help you get over this. And the date offer still stands.” Baba winked.

______ chuckled. Of course Baba was right. This was childish and stupid and there was no point in running away. He was a man of wisdom. You wouldn’t think so by how flighty he is.

“You’re right. Not about the date though. You have too many girlfriends, I would get jealous.”

Baba feigned a dramatic offended look. Clutching at his heart as if ______ had plunged a sword through it.

After that, Baba went back to being his usual flirty and charming self. Chasing ______ around her dorm like a horny teenager. It was all in good fun though, he was trying his hardest to cheer her up and it was working. She was giggling and smiling like he hadn’t seen her do in weeks.

He would have stayed until she fell asleep if it wasn’t for Eisuke ringing him and demanding his presence – of course after sufficiently checking that ______ was well.

Baba purposely put him on loud speaker just to prove to _______ that he did in fact care about her. It was hard for the giggles to be contained but there was no way she wanted to embarrass Eisuke, she didn’t want to imagine what happened to the last person who tried.

After all, her and Baba had just come to the conclusion she was going to be brave and she couldn’t be brave with Eisuke and his power looming over her like a dark cloud.

After an abrupt and unnecessary but totally Eisuke hang up, ______ escorted Baba to the door.

“Thank you for today Baba, it means a lot that you came to see me.”

______ smiled, a warm and grateful smile.

“Anything for you, Pretty Lady,” Baba opened the door. “Just remember what we talked about, just call my name and I’ll appear.”

Baba was about to turn to leave but ______ threw herself at him, encircling him in a hug – after everything he’d done for her today, it seemed like a good way to express how truly grateful she was for the fruitful Thief.

“Woah.” Baba said.

Trying to keep his balance before securing her in his own embrace. They stood like that for a few seconds, relishing in the warmth of their friendship.

“If you don’t let go, Princess, I may not be able to be a gentleman anymore.”

At hearing this, ______ instantly let go and chuckled when she saw Baba’s cheeky grin as he waved his final farewells.

She watched a few seconds before closing the door and heading into her now empty dorm.  

*KNOCK* *KNOCK*

What had Baba forgotten, this time?

“Baba, if you’ve come back for another hug, I’m going to-“

______ started as she opened the door prepared to see the smile that left her only moments ago. Until she was greeted with a pair of beautiful frowning brown eyes.

Her throat instantly became dry, her heart stopped for a second only to start beating so fast and hard it could break through her ribcage. Her brain was screaming to shut the door but her hands wouldn’t move.

Erika stomped into ______’s room without being invited – much like Baba but with a darker aura. Throwing the door shut out of ______’s grasp as she strode past.

Oh fuck cock sucking shit. When she decided to face her problems, she wasn’t expecting it to be right this second.

“Are you gonna face me or are you just going to be a little chicken?”

______ cringed, she could taste the venom in Erika’s voice and it was deadly. As if she was a rabbit staring into the eyes of a cobra, ______ somehow through some mystic force turned herself around.

“So, is that how you play? You send a drunk confession text to me, call in sick at work – when you’re clearly not sick at all and then two days later you’re throwing yourself into a man’s arms. And a VIP from the penthouse no less. I bet you slept with Mr Ichinomiya and Mr Kisaki too to get the penthouse position.”

Snap.

Everyone has a breaking point. You would have thought ______ would have reached hers with Erika a long time ago considering how much of a fucking bitch she was 24/7.

But for whatever reason – patience and a fear of confrontation mainly, ______ had bitten her tongue. However, now with her mind up to move on, there was no reason to hold back anymore.

“Erika, you have two options,” ______ snarled, matching Erika in ferocity. “You shut the fuck up and let me speak and you don’t speak until I’m finished or you get out, right now.”

______ looked up, the rabbit staring the cobra back into its basket.

Whether it was her tone and words or wanting to know what ______ wanted to say. Erika stood in silence but not without giving and exaggerated eye roll as she crossed her arms.

“First – I have not slept with a single person who is a resident in the penthouse but I wish I had considering that’s clearly how little you think of me and my work capabilities.”

Fire had practically engulfed _______. She was seething with anger, why had she wasted so much energy and sadness on a girl who was so horrible?

“Secondly – Baba was here to see me because he is my friend. Thirdly – You might be right about me not being physically sick but mentally I’m as sick as they come for falling in love with an absolute bitch like you.”

It felt good to say these things and also fucking harrowing. She wanted to take them back but she knew Erika deserved them, needed to hear them. Then maybe the next person who tries to get close to her stands a better chance than ______ ever did.

There was a silence, just the sound of ______’s heavy anger breathing echoing around the room.

“I’m done.”

_____ growled looking away and trying to keep her angry tears at bay.

“You’re done? Finally, because I have some things to say to you, too!”

Erika matched ____’s anger and spirit, glaring in her usual way.

“First, you might not be a complete failure at your job, but we all know that it was not your turn to get the penthouse, so there’s something going on and you can’t blame me for going with the most obvious explanation. I bet they all want to fuck you after all. Hell, I would!”

She uncrossed her arms and jabbed her index finger against ____’s collarbone.

“Second, that guy is a manwhore, I see him with a different girl practically every day! Excuse me if I’m worried about you. I won’t do that again!”

Her words dripped with sarcasm, but their meaning was what made ____’s eyes go wide.

“And third, I’m not a bitch and you falling for me is just natural. I’m a goddamn catch and you better own your every word now or I swear I’m going to make your life hell if you’re just toying with me!”

“What?”

______ blinked almost in slow motion – her anger suddenly turning into frantic butterflies in her stomach.

“What?” Erika asked back. “Are you really that dumb?”

______ bit her lip as she watched Erika recross her arms. How do you respond to something like that? After deciding to ‘give up’ on this pathetically one sided infatuation. That could possibly be not so one sided?

No, she couldn’t let Erika tease and taunt her feelings so easily. There was one way to see if this was genuine. And the rejection would kill her but this conversation was a battle of the hard heads and was clearing getting them nowhere.

Raising her arms, _______, reached out and cupped Erika’s face.

Erika’s dropped from their crossed state but didn’t stop ______ as she moved her face towards her own.

Eyes were locked until only a centimetre was left between their lips and naturally fell shut.

This was not how ______ imagined kissing Erika to be. It was good, she tasted so much sweeter than her salty personality. But with how controlling Erika was about everything, she was surprisingly submissive and let ______ dominate the kiss.

Their mouths moved in sync, like they’d been practicing for this precise moment and disconnected in the same motion.

Well that was something that would probably give ______ wet dreams for a while. Kissing Erika was like rainbows and puppies or it was until her eyes opened and Erika was glaring at her.

And there goes that one second of bliss.

“You call that a kiss?” Erika growled and shoved her hands away from her face only to step closer and wrap her own arms around ______’s neck and whispered, “This is a kiss.”

Not having a moment to think before Erika’s lips were upon her own, ______’s eyes watched the woman she’d dreamed of kissing for months put all her effort into giving her a kiss she’d remember for the rest of her life.

When Erika’s tongue poked out her mouth and licked at her bottom lip, _____ whimpered and her eyes fell shut.  

In true voltage MC style, _______’s mind went blank and hazy. This was how she imagined her first kiss with Erika to be. Slightly forceful but not unreciprocated, soft and deep, warm and sweet.

_____ let her arms fall to rest of Erika’s hips and in response Erika pushed herself into her. Their bodies bucking and grinding slightly into each other in sync with the pace their tongues were creating.

It wasn’t long till they found themselves breathing heavily, their skin starting to slick with sweat and the growing heat in abdomens becoming unbearable.

It was Erika who made the next move. Dragging _____ backwards towards the bed but refusing to break the kiss.

There was part of ______ that was still insanely terrified, like at any second Erika was going to shout ‘SYKE’ and run away laughing and make it an embarrassing memory for her.

But the most parts of her were just desperate to kiss more, touch more, and taste more.

And she would.

The robe ______ was wearing over her nighty was brushed off her shoulders with minimal effort. The straps of her nighty flicked off her shoulders and the entire garment pooled around her ankles.

Their kiss was broken but Erika didn’t stop to admire her, instead choosing to remove her work uniform with well-practiced hands. _______ watched with a new admiration for her crush, Erika clearly removed her work uniform everyday with no troubles but there was a slight fumble of her hands like she was nervous or excited.

Or both.

After the added seconds of her unsteady hands, Erika was naked too. In all her natural glory, perfect, pale, smooth and soft – which was pretty hard to believe considering her cactus like exterior.

“Are you seriously just going to stand there and gawk?”

Perhaps it wasn’t possible for Erika to speak in a tone that wasn’t condescending or rude. Her cheeks gave away her embarrassment at being stared at with complete awe whilst being completely naked though, along with clutch of her arm against her chest.

“I would if you’d let me.” _____ said.

She did the opposite though, stepping towards Erika once more and gently pushing her down on the bed. She knew that she wouldn’t own the control for long, not that she minded. She was hopeful that this wasn’t going to be a onetime thing and maybe as their relationship progressed Erika would relinquish that control gradually.

Until they were on equal grounds.

Although ______ was the one to initiate the next move, like expected Erika was quick to get back into control as she pulled ______ down too and onto her back. And the she leaned over her and kissed her.

Each kiss seemed to get better than the last. More emotion seemed to seep out of each woman and into the other.

The longing, the frustration, the angst, the sadness.

It all seemed to wash away with each brush of their lips. But they still felt exactly how hard this whole time had been for the both of them. And that made them all the more ravenous.

Erika was quick to go further than kissing. She’d pressed her lips to each bit of _____’s exposed skin as she could, reaching her chest – was when she introduced her tongue. Leaving a wet trail down to her breast and nipples.

She expertly sucked her right nub into her mouth and circled it with her tongue. ______ gripped onto the bedsheets, her moans coming out in shallow breaths.

She switched to the other nipple and applied the same technique not allowing it to be neglected. After sufficiently making them hard and pert – Erika moved down ______’s stomach.

Her heart had already been beating wildly but right now it was like a hamster on a running wheel on steroids. Her breathing got heavier as she watched Erika descend between her thighs, only adding a little pressure to push them further apart.

She was nervous, but her excitement was more evident.

She could feel Erika’s breath on the wetness she’d created. And it sent ______’s body to litter with goosebumps.

Erika looked at _______ from where she lay – as if to check this is really what she wanted. But Erika didn’t need a verbal answer to know, one fiery look from _______ was all it took and she dove in.

The first swipe of Erika’s tongue against her clit was other worldly, the second was heavenly, the third was pure sin. It was the perfect mix of roughness and softness.

_______ didn’t think the pleasure could get any better, but then she felt a finger circle her wet glove.

She gasped, and buried her head back into the pillow.

Erika was patient and waited until she had relaxed again until she started to press it into her pussy. She was slow, almost torturously so. But Erika was tentative in her actions, watching _____ every second as so not to cause her any discomfort.

Once her finger was all the way in, she gave ______ a moment to get used to the feel. While she knew ______ probably wasn’t a virgin, she didn’t want to hurt her physically and add to the emotional pain she’d already caused her.

When her breathing had steadied a little, Erika began to move her finger, curling it in a come hither motion several times to stimulate her walls before she began to thrust in and out of her. Her tongue went back to engorging her clit.

The motions were fluid and well practiced as if she’d done this before but ______ chose not to let her jealously ruin this moment and focused on the pleasure rather than how she got this good.

Erika sucked at her clit as she added a second finger, filling her up way better than she thought possible.

“Oh god.”

_______’s hand slipped into her hair and pushed Erika’s face as far as humanly possible into her heat. She could feel the pressure building in the pit of her stomach and her hips automatically began to grind against her fingers and tongue.

This was the fastest she’d ever come round to her orgasm. Erika seemed to know exactly what _____ liked, how much pressure and how fast to devour her.

Or maybe it was the array of emotions that made her super sensitive. Not that it mattered.

Erika used her free hand to lace her fingers through ______’s hand that was still gripping tightly onto the bedsheet. This was more romantic than ______ thought Erika could be and she sobbed out another moan.

In the midst of ecstasy, _______ blanked. Her eyes were tightly squeezed shut, her mind flashed with Erika’s face. It was almost like she was an angel at the end of the tunnel but the shiver in her limbs and the feel of Erika still inside her and licking at her clit was enough to remind her this was all real, she wasn’t dead and it wasn’t a dream.

She gasped out Erika’s name and moaned it several times after when her orgasm began to let go of the hold it hand on her body. Her extremities relaxed and she lay like a rag doll, albeit a content one.

She wanted to reciprocate, to show Erika the same way how she made her feel but she needed a moment to gain some strength back.

“That – That was so much better than I imagined.”

She managed to say as Erika detached herself from ______. She crawled her way back up to her and laid on her chest.

“You’ve been imagining it? What a pervert.”

Her tone was flat but there was a playful edge to her words and that made _____ smile.

“I don’t need to imagine it anymore.”

_____ wrapped her aching arms around Erika. One stroked her hair and the other traced up and down her spine as her own heart began to beat normally again.

There was a sensual undertone to her touch and it didn’t go unnoticed by Erika. And she sighed

“I need to go back to work,” Erika said but she made no attempt to leave _____’s embrace yet. “Thanks to a certain someone, I’m left doing the late shift tonight.”

______ felt guilty, the way she reacted to this whole teenage situation was extremely, well – childish.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t handle this very well.”

Her apology was sincere.

“Yeah, you can make up to me by bringing you’re A-game tomorrow. And don’t think I’m gonna go easy on you.”

Erika said as she looked up to ______. Who chuckled as she bopped Erika on the nose with her finger.

“I’d be upset if you didn’t, it’s one of the things I really like about you after all.”

Erika buried her face in ______’s bosom at the unashamed way she now expressed her feelings. And _____ couldn’t help but find it so insanely adorable.

“Right, I’m going to work now.” Erika said.

She untangled herself from ______ but there was a reluctance there that made her movements less graceful that usual.

“You better be awake by the time I’m finished.”

_______ cocked her head, unsure as to why she’d need to be awake so late in the evening.

“If you think I’m finished with you, you really are as dumb as you look.”

If Erika had said that to her before this who story, ______ would have taken it to heart but the slight smirk and flames that danced in Erika’s pupils as she stared at her meant something else and ______ blushed, not expecting Erika not to be quite so forward.

This was going to be a roller-coaster of a relationship – especially since they hadn’t discussed what this encounter made them. But right now, neither wanted to label this special relationship they had. That would come in time, when they grew to trust each other entirely.

[chuulove]

i follow about 90 people (not including networks and the rare blog from another fandom)! so don't feel bad if you don't follow many people. like the other nonnie said, as long as you're getting the content u want & enough of it, then that's all that matters!

:’) this is sweet thank u 💕 nd it’s not necessarily that i feel bad i just kinda realized i stopped following ppl at some point ? i wanna see new faces/personalities on my dash yknow !! the following count thing was just me wondering abt the average ~

[alwaysaprille]

But you are useing Jroths quote as a reason to hate on Clarke and by extension l.xa. You use and minimize Clarke's worth and agency by saying that makes her a love interest. She can cheer for her crush/gf without being just a love interest. And if u want to be "well Jroth said and I'm just repeating it" then cool. It's not like you haven't called him on his shit before. I guess it's just not worth it for some characters. Especially when he can be used to discredit things and people.

This is going to be super long and I am on mobile, so I can’t put in a read more, prepare yourselves.

Omfg, what do you want me to say, Nonny?

That I love Clarke and L/xa because they’re such great wlw representation when they’re both huge white saviors and one of them even wears fucking brownface to compliment it?

Like...I’ve said a million times over that Cl/xa is valid, real and important. I’ve said they loved each other (Clarke still loves L/xa). I’ve said they were soulmates (you can cruise my blog for this one.) I’ve never once “hated” on your goddamn ship.

Never once. The only time I talk about your ship is when I get anon messages about it, or someone in your fandom is being racist. That’s literally it. I am a ship and let ship kind of person. I don’t care what you ship. I don’t care about any ships that aren’t mine. I’ve never seen Cl/xa as competition for Bellarke. I’ve never gone out of my way to shit on Cl/xa. 

Like??????

I use and minimize her “worth and agency”? How? Sometimes, in a character’s growth arc, they do take a backseat. They do become less active in their own story  It’s a very common trope in fiction, especially in a hero’s arc (which Clarke has been on since the Pilot episode.) 

In order to have true agency, a character must be able to make purposeful choices, not only that, but those choices must be aligned with their personality within the confines of the story (i.e.-not headcanons.) The 100 has set Clarke up to be a headstrong, manipulative, take-no-prisoners-do whatever I need to do to save my people-type of character. After 2x16 she actively backs away from that role and it’s completely understandable. 

Clarke has been actively making decisions since literally the Pilot episode, she’s had no breaks. Every single episode up until 3x04 Clarke (most often along with Bellamy) has had to make a life or death decision for herself or her people. In the Season 2 finale, she runs away from her people, but her decision to bear the burden of Wanheda alone, to hide from her people, still acts a very real decision to protect her people (specifically Bellamy and Monty). 

It is not until 3x04 where things begin to change and we see Clarke actively surrender the agency she’d already lost. Clarke had no real choices in 3x04, she had exhausted all of her options: asking L/xa to stop the fight to the death, asking Roan to kill his mother, attempting to kill Nia herself, asking L/xa once more to stop the fight. 

At the time that the fight to the death occurred, Clarke had no agency in what could have been a very crucial turn for the safety of her people. Everything (her safety, her people’s safety, everything) depended on L/xa’s ability to defeat Roan. 

Once L/xa defeated Roan, there was a weight lifted from Clarke’s shoulders. For once, she didn’t have to make the decision that saved or doomed her people. For once, someone else made the decision completely independent of her (which speaks to Clarke’s mindset-and a large part of the reason why some of the audience actually believes Clarke does make all the decisions by herself-when in fact every large decision she’s made has been a team effort, but I digress) and it worked in her favor! This is part of the reason why Clarke so easily lapses into comfort with L/xa. When she is in Polis, when she is with L/xa, she can relax, she can be unencumbered by the burdens of decision making (because, again, one of Clarke’s biggest pit falls is the inability to recognize that she isn’t the only one making decisions and the only affected by making those decisions-hence the showdown in Hakeldama with Bellamy). 

Heroic characters have to be put in situations beyond their control at some point in their story. It’s what ups the emotional ante when things go south. When L/xa died, not only did Clarke lose her love, she also lost her “shield”. “I don’t want the next Commander, I want you,” isn’t just a romantic line from a teenager whose heart is breaking as she watches her love die, it’s a true statement. 

Clarke can’t trust the next Commander, she doesn’t know if the next Commander will be willing to pick up “Blood Must Not Have Blood.” She doesn’t even know who the next Commander is!! 

Y’all keep trying to pick at Bellarke fans who comment on Clarke’s loss of agency in 3A, because you think that we’re saying that Cl/xa was bad because Clarke gave up her agency. 

Understand: in the literary trope of character agency, good things can happen and still cause a character to lose their agency!!!

Let’s really break this down, because I know the above was’t enough to actually explain my point:

When a character has agency she is active more than she is reactive. She pushes on the plot more than the plot pushes on her. Even better, the plot exists as a direct result of her actions.

What about anything that happened in 3A existed as a direct result of Clarke’s actions?

We begin the season with Clarke “feral” and in the woods, hiding from her people and the Grounder’s alike. She is hiding from her people because her actions in Mt. Weather broke her, she is hiding from the Grounder’s because her actions in Mt. Weather have made her legendary.

Who was directly responsible for Clarke committing the genocide that broke her and made her legendary?L/xa.

So Season 3 literally starts with the plot being driven by the fallout of L/xa’s decision to abandon Clarke at Mt. Weather. 

In 3x02, Clarke is kidnapped and brought to Polis, for several reasons, one of which is that L/xa fears for her safety because she knows Grounders are out to kill Clarke and gain the power of Wanheda. Clarke’s presence in Polis moves the plot. 

Who was directly responsible for Clarke’s presence in Polis?

L/xa-who ordered Roan to kidnap Clarke on the promise of his freedom. Again, the plot is still being driven by L/xa. 

In 3x03, L/xa explains her plan to initiate the Sky People as the 13th Clan. The Ice Nation blows up Mt. Weather again, Clarke bows before L/xa to symbolically submit (or give up her power-which can easily be a substitute word for agency!!!) as Wanheda to the Commander. 

Why does L/xa want the Sky People as a clan? Why does the Ice Nation blow up Mt. Weather?

L/xa needed the 13th Clan, specifically Clarke, because it allowed her to overrule the unanimous vote by the other 12 Clans to remove her from the Commandership and allowed her to instead respond to the Fight to the Death challenge, something she was obviously sure of winning. The Ice Nation attacks the Mt because they do not trust L/xa and feel her actions at Mt. Weather have shown her to be weak-this action-incidentally is a large part of the reason the massacre at Hakeldama occurs-another major plot point for the Season).

I’ve already discussed 3x04 above. 

In 3x05 L/xa and Clarke happen upon the massacred army. This is actually the first episode that we see Clarke demonstrate some agency (I say some-because it is reactionary) in during the course of the Season. It is Clarke’s persuasion of L/xa to move towards, “Blood must Not Have Blood” that cements the 12 Clans desire to see L/xa removed from her position as Commander. However, the 12 Clans had already decided that L/xa was unfit based on her actions in 2x15 and so Clarke’s actions here really didn’t change the plot significantly. L/xa was doomed from the moment she chose to walk away from the Mt. in Season 2. 

In 3x06, Clarke is again reactionary (which is not a sign of true agency). She makes no moves towards addressing the very real issues she saw in Arkadia when she was there in 3x05. Instead, she is sketching L/xa in the Commander’s suite-ignoring her reality, until Roan literally has it delivered to her feet. Even still, Clarke’s decision (to allow Emerson to live) was influenced by L/xa’s words (”So Blood Must Not Have Blood only applies when it is my people who bleed?”) and needed L/xa’s authority behind it for the sentence to carry any weight. It is L/xa who banishes Emerson officially, not Clarke. At any moment, L/xa could have decided to have Emerson killed and Clarke could have done nothing about it. L/xa had a choice. Clarke did not. 

I’m going to skip 3x07, because...I just don’t want to get into that and Clarke wasn’t in 3x08, but in 3x09 Clarke finally gets her agency back. She is a character who is actively making decisions that move the plot. 

Clarke makes a decision to not leave Polis immediately. Clarke makes a decision to steal the Flame. 

Those ^^^ actions have a direct affect on the plot.

Because Clarke has stolen the Flame, Titus kills himself, to stop Ontari from using him to get it back. Because Clarke has stolen the Flame, Roan now has to go off and hunt for it-which leads directly to their attempt to infiltrate Polis in 3x15. Because Clarke has stolen the Flame, Murphy is made the Flamekeeper and is therefore able to gain knowledge of how the Flame works-knowledge he later uses to implant the Flame into Clarke. Because Clarke has stolen the Flame, she is able to use it to kill Emerson (something she would not have been able to do, if she’d left Polis immediately as Murphy wanted). Because Clarke has stolen the Flame, she is able to get it to Raven and Sinclair who decipher the phrase needed to activate the Flame. Because Clarke has stolen the Flame, she must find a way to get it to Luna. Because Clarke has stolen the Flame, ALIE-who had correctly deciphered that the Flame was in Polis, is unable to get her hands on the chip immediately. Because Clarke has stolen the Flame, ALIE invades Luna’s oil rig, resulting in Jasper taking the chip, Luna killing and Clarke losing her only possible nightblood ally. Because Clarke has the Flame she is able to use it in the finale to enter the CoL and save the day. 

This is agency. This is what it looks like when a character’s actions move the plot forward. Clarke’s actions at the end of 3x07, literally push the entire narrative forward. Prior to 3x07, every character was reacting to L/xa’s actions-even the characters in Arkadia-who were reacting to the Grounder’s abandoning them at Mt. Weather, the Grounder’s blowing up Mt. Weather, the Grounders not allowing them to use Mt. Weather, the kill order on Lincoln-all a response to L/xa’s orders.  Stop mistaking us deciphering and discussing literary terminology as code for “We hate Cl/xa!” 

Unfortunately, it just so happens that those of us who do delve a bit deeper into the show’s literary devices are Bellarke shippers. 

BTW, I love how this ask ignores the fact that I’ve discussed Bellamy’s loss of agency in 3A at length, as well as his loss of agency to Clarke in Season 2B at length. So like....do you think I’m trying to discredit my own ship and my very favorite character....or??????