#Cause it's not something worth being worried about but it's a big change I wanna make in style

[spleentoon]

This is a post because I need to let it out of my system so if you're here for my magolor obsession or something instead then please keep scrolling 😁

That moment when you're dying to change up your looks and style cause you think another one is cooler but 1. You can't go out and buy things on your own cause you don't have a car and you're not old enough to drive or buy stuff and 2. That "style" is a freakin 1950-60s greaser because you watched a video about the game "Bully" and saw Johnny and were like "I want to be him so badly" because he looks and talks cool and WODBSODJSLDNSLDJDODKDNDLSNDKS HELP. Now I wanna go buy pomenade and learn how to put my hair in a pompadour type hairstyle and be more carefree than I'm alloded usually. I swear I feel like I'm going down the good girl likes bad boy pipeline but instead of wanting to be the bad boy I want to BECOME the bad boy, including the gender style

HELP ME.

(I'm fine just feel a little like I'm gonna explodeeee :D👍)

[horologiiiumart]

What's the lore of your weretoon au? Is there something that made the characters weretoons? How is Pizzaface/Pizzahead like?

i am so glad you asked

this is gonna need a read more because there’s a lot of lore (more than 3 ‘seasons’ worth!) in this au, so without further ado…

this au isn’t so much mine as it is a group effort of a lot of brilliant and creative people. i can’t take all of the credit!

@thegameartist03 @arcadequeerz @theragegur have all greatly contributed to this au. without them, this au wouldn’t be nearly a big and fleshed out as it is!

so this au begins with peppino being bitten by chattering teeth toy and becoming a weretoon. he doesn’t have a good time, certainly not when a yellow-suited weirdo begins pestering him and trying to be his rival, or when he starts being followed by two guys who make it their life to sit outside his pizzeria and watch him. he just wants to make pizza and pay his landlord, mr. stick, rent!

(it also doesn’t help that his rival pizzeria owner seems almost obsessed with him; the pizza mask he wears is just…odd)

so we follow peppino’s struggles as he gets used to being a weretoon that changes every friday night (just in time for saturday morning cartoons) and full moon. gustavo, his coworker, finds out about his predicament one night, and begins to help him with his new reality. together they deal with the noise, another weretoon, and get help with toon matters with noisette, a natural-born weretoon.

fakey, or fredo later on, comes into the picture one night on the cusp of peppino changing. peppino accidentally cuts himself, causing himself to bleed a little. then he turns, and cartoons aren’t supposed to bleed, so the blood…leaves. goes away. and peppino shrugs it off.

the blood has other plans, and forms into a loose copy of peppino. fakey is born, and is a full toon - he’ll always be a toon, no matter the time. he wants to, to peppino’s initial horror and dismay, be around peppino - peppino is his dad! be with dad! - but eventually peppino relents and lets fakey stick around, mostly keeping him in the apartment.

fakey gets bored of being kept in the apartment, so he creates a blanket fort to entertain himself. then the blanket fort changes - from perhaps toon physics or magic or whatever - becoming a huge labyrinth of blankets and pillows on the inside. on the outside, however, it still looks like a normal blanket fort, and peppino and gus are a little confused when fakey drags them over to look at it. what’s so special about it?

then fakey takes them inside, and pep and gus are tooned! it’s a temporary tooning, disappearing when they leave the fort, but it’s a surprise nonetheless - anything that goes into the fort gets tooned. time also moves slower in it, making a few hours in the fort equal a whole day outside of it, so if peppino misses the day rent is due, well, blame it on the fort.

mr. stick is tired of peppino being late with rent, so he keeps accosting the man for it. fakey sees this, and he doesn’t like it; who is this mean man talking to peppino like that? so, fakey takes action, and kidnaps mr. stick, throwing him into the blanket fort. peppino, oblivious to this, goes on with his day, happy that he doesn’t have to pay rent. he only starts to get concerned when he hasn’t seen mr. stick in a couple days, then a few weeks, then a few months. an investigation is launched, mr. stick’s family is deeply worried, and fakey doesn’t know that kidnapping is a crime.

mr. stick is having the worst time of his life in the fort, being chased around by fakey for being such a mean guy. he doesn’t know why he looks so weird, why he’s in this maze of blankets, or why he’s being chased by a copy of his tenant, but he is and he hates it. eventually, though, fakey starts wanting to play instead of chase, and the two form a tentative friendship.

(there’s a whole bunch of blanket fort lore and mr. stick’s family lore that i won’t get into here, but let me know if you wanna learn about it!)

anyways, returning to peppino. he’s slowly getting better at being a toon, but it appears that he’s starting to keep more and more toon attributes as a human. turns out the weretoon strain he was infected with was an artificial and experimental strain, and it’s slowly permatooning him. as he freaks out about that, he gets invited to cater for a very large event held by his rival, that pizza-mask guy. with how much money is being offered, peppino would be a fool to refuse. if only it wasn’t during a friday AND a full moon…

SPOILERS BEYOND THIS POINT

there will be specific moments relating to the greater story. if you wanna keep reading, go ahead, but if you just want a general overview keep to the above section.

anyways,

peppino takes the risk, but it turns it was a trap laid by pizzahead. pizzahead, wanting to toon with his ‘one true rival’, had laced the food with a refined version of the weretoon strain he created - that’s right, pizzahead was the one who had infected peppino with the chattering teeth. peppino is horrified, and can only watch in terror as the party-goers around him start turning (including the two men that always follow him, their red and yellow toon forms stark against the white table cloth of the food tables). pizzahead, however, doesn’t toon, much to his frustration, and sends the tooned party-goers after peppino. chaos ensues as pizzahead vows to get his chance to toon.

there are a lot more weretoons now, but peppino’s too distracted with his slowly encroaching permatoon status. that worry gets interrupted by pizzahead again, who is desperate to toon.

so desperate in fact, he uses an invention to take the toon out of every weretoon and toon in the city, and gives it to himself. peppino is back to normal, something he’s always wanted, but this…this isn’t good, and he can’t let this happen.

he and his friends confront pizzahead, who threatens to destroy him and the city, but he manages to save the day by trapping pizzahead with a song - something a toon can’t help but join in with. the gun is destroyed, releasing the trapped toon energy, but gustavo is badly hurt from the earlier fight with pizzahead. peppino, once again a toon, rushes to his aid, and kisses him.

toon logic ensues, and gustavo is fine! and he’s also a weretoon now, because weretoonism can spread through saliva along with biting. everything is back to normal in the city - weretoons and toons have their toon back, and pizzahead has been defeated (and sent into the blanket fort for punishment).

cue season 2, and peppino finds out he’s a permatoon! oh dear he is no longer able to become human again, and he’s not a big fan of that. gustavo is also slowly permatooning due to the fact that peppino was the one who infected him.

the s2 villain is a director using toons in his productions. he creates a contract that traps all the weretoons and toons in the city, forcing them to work for him. peppino is redesigned against his will into a villain, while noise is forced into a more cutesy hero role. fakey gets trapped too, joining his father as a villain, and it’s not fun for anyone.

pizzahead, who has been slowly redeeming himself, helps peppino, noise, and fakey take down the director through the power of law - they found a loophole in the contract! they destroy it and bite the director, turning him into a pathetic mouse permatoon with a film camera for a head. pizzahead manages to toon, and he’s overjoyed!

s3 is the least developed, and deals with general toon antics and plots. peppino and gustavo are comfortable with being toons, and get married. s3 mostly deals with the city being a very toony place, along with the effects of toons being more out in the open. the main villain is trying to make laws to put toons out of work and eliminate them. there’s a movie at the end of the season, but it’s not as developed either.

s4 is more tentative, a “what-did-we-miss” season that includes beach episodes and other cartoon plots of the like, fakey changing his name to fredo, and the fort coming to life.

so, that’s a good amount of the lore this au has. there is. a lot more but it’s more specific. if you want any more info, just ask! i’ll be more than happy to answer

[trinketstar]

Sammymax ramble waaaah

Thinking a lot about season 3 and how genius it's design is compared to how arbitrary the first 2 games were set up. I mean i love them all but s3 is just leagues better gameplay wise. Max having magic powers gets rid of the tedium of backtracking, makes the jokes less predictable, let's the puzzles be more creative in a way that still has some logic to it, adds a REAL hint system, makes the gameplay more engaging overall, AND it directly causes all of the internal and external conflict of the story. Now it isn't "wacky things happen and Sam and Max are there", now THEY are the reason that the story is happening. And THATS the only way you can do a serious story in this series because like, Sam and Max dont value ANYTHING in the world except for each other. They barely care if their home gets destroyed or their other friends get exploded or the apocalypse is happening, as long as Sam's there to be the setup to Max's punchline.

AND THE WAY IT IMPACTS THEM TOO. it's such a good way to show their characters and analyze how they feel about a new serious turn in their lives, and I LOVE that they're not even subtle about it, with Sam actually talking about how it makes him feel, and Charlie psychoanalyzing Sam at the end of 304, playing up his insecurities to make him give up fighting. (It's amazing how characters in media rarely talk about their feelings in depth, unless it's an emotional cry-fest.)

Cuz despite Sam's fears, and even though Max is changing physically throughout the season, he's the only one who stays the same emotionally. Max just thinks the powers are fun! And he's here to help Sam out and have a good time like they've always done.

But Sam being the analytical one has to realize how much danger Max is in now, and how all these new characters wanna kidnap or hurt his little buddy, and the big conflict of this entire thing is Sam having to face his own vulnerability that he doesn't want to admit. Because his relationship with Max has always had a power imbalance, and it's one Sam is comfortable with. He likes being the leader. He always wins when they wrestle over the phone, he's the intimidating one when they encounter an enemy, and he's the one solving the puzzles. Even when Max is helping, he's mostly moral support and an extra gun hand. Not to say Max isn't as capable as Sam is, he's just taken the role of being the absentminded wildcard, and Sam likes to be the protector.

But the more powerful Max becomes, the more Sam feels that role being challenged. Now he has to follow Max around and give hints, while Max uses his power to solve the puzzles, culminating in Max being the only character who you can actually control and walk around at the end of 304.

And this doesn't manifest in jealousy or anger at all, that's not who Sam is, but it forces him to realize that he isn't Max's protector anymore, even though he still tries to be. Most telling when you read his mind and he says "Soon Max won't even need a partner..." As if being the big strong and smart one was the only reason Max wants to work with him.

Sam is a confident guy but still has his insecurities, and these are played up to a cruel extent in s3 with the constant fat jokes and puzzle solutions that are embarrassing for Sam, their home base, the office being off limits, and Max being taken away or in different forms constantly. It's telling that even though Max doesn't seem to be letting the power go to his head (besides his usual teasing), Sam worries that if Max doesn't NEED him around anymore that lessens his own worth. Even though Sam is the leader, he only really does this job because he loves to spend time with Max, and that's not something he fully realizes until he starts having to face the possibility of losing him. Ultimately admitting that if it really came down to it, he'd be able to go on living on his own, and could continue doing his job in his own noir detective style way, but he wouldn't be happy.

Max doesn't tend to talk about his feelings but we can still see how he feels through the Super Ego. The representation of the part of Max deep down that resents his lack of ambition. Though the superego takes the place of a villain of sorts he really is the part of Max that wants to be something greater than he is. To live up to his own potential, when he's just too scatterbrained to do anything about it. And the part of Max that seems to hate himself in a way. It's a good contrast to have with Sam I think. Neither of them resent the other for their roles in the team, but it's the source of their own insecurities. At the end of it all, they love each other so very much, but they're both very selfish too, and want to be more than what they are. It's only human! So to speak.. 

I wanna get back to Sam talking about going on without max, cuz I think that's the real tragic part of all of this. The cartoon is a whole different thing from the games but Sam had about the same reaction to Max being hurt. Without Max around he has no restraint and becomes violent. But whether or not he'd be able to move on, Sam would still be able to take care of himself.

But I think the cartoon is the only time we've gotten to see Max on his own, like after the “breakup” in the final ep or when he thought the guinea pigs killed Sam, HIS reaction was usually to cry, panic, and/or blame himself. In the case of the breakup he just completely gave up on everything. I don't think Max would be able to get along without Sam around. Sam kinda has a sense of purpose that keeps him going, with his sense of misguided justice and crime solving, but does Max have that? He’s just along for the ride. Thats why I think (besides the story needing to wrap up quickly), Max would be so drastic as to alter timelines just to get back to Sam. He has NOTHING else, the poor little guy.  

Man last thing is I wanna talk about the different endings to s3 too. I know they only exist because of creative differences in the writing staff but that makes it even BETTER. When Sam gets to recall the good times with Max he can either remember the crime fighting or the adventures. But the choice is really “What is Sam’s purpose? To do his job, or to have fun with Max?” If you choose crimefighting he says something along the lines of  “Of course I could keep fighting crime on my own, but I’d be depressed doing it by myself.” With adventures he emphasizes that he NEEDS Max by his side to discover the mysteries of the universe! It sums up the resulting endings very well. 

If you have him reminisce about the crime fighting, Sam puts his hat back on after his walk to the harbor, preparing to go back to his job like he’d been doing. It’ll never be the same, but crimes always need stopping after all. I imagine he’d just become Noir Sam forever. Brutally carrying out his missions while resenting the world that took his little buddy. 

If he remembers the adventures, after Sam walks to the harbor he takes off his hat and leaves it on the wall.  Max never cared about justice, he was always in it for the adventures. If Sam’s purpose is to have those adventures too, what’s the point without Max? What is he even going to do now? 

There’s a few tiny differences too, like how in adventures, Max gives a simple smile when Sam hugs him, but in crimefighting Max looks kinda confused? 

But the biggest thing of course is that, if you choose crimefighting, Sam and Max stay in Sam’s timeline and walk off into the sunset preparing for their next case. Sam gets rid of the time machine for good, and they keep things how they always were before like nothing happened. 

if you choose adventures, Sam decides to go back in the elevator to Max’s timeline. Abandoning his own and even nearly leaving his hat behind! They decide to aimlessly travel in the machine just to see what happens. It’s much more vague than the status quo of the other ending, suiting for the more “max themed” option.

It’s hard to decide which ending is sadder honestly. At their core they’re both the same. The version of Max we’ve known since episode 205 was doomed the second he found the first psychic toy. I’m assuming the Superego was lying and there was nothing to be done about the tumor. He’s just gone. 

So this new Max, with a new boatload of traumas that he’s NEVER going to acknowledge again, can go along with Sam and they can both pretend things are how they’ve always been. Sam can go back to crimefighting with past Max and they’ll figure it out from there. With their half destroyed office and their old friends and a replacement DeSoto later on. 

 OR, he can leave it all behind and go into the unknown with past Max. Man think about this ending from the side characters’ perspective!! They tell Sam there’s nothing they can do to bring Max back, they watch Sam silently walk to the harbor and then... they never find a trace of him again. geez

for THAT matter it’s implied a role reversed season 3 happened in max’s timeline with only minute differences. so everyone in max’s timeline will never see HIM again in the crimefighting ending. they’ve messed up the timestream but the equalizer is the timeline will either have both sam and max, or neither one. 

[winterspiderpurrs]

Omega Steve who previously had to be closeted being taught how to enjoy life with modern omega Peter? Thinking platonic but whatever you feel like :)

Steve wasn't like other omegas. When he was younger, he was sickly. So sickly that the doctors didn't think he would be able to even carry when he got older. Even if he could get pregnant he would most likely die.

But surgery was a big thing they couldn't afford. A nurse told them about planned parenthood and they were able to get an implant so he couldn't get pregnant. The one big thing with this experimental implant was that it changed his scent.

He gave off beta scent now. Which helped him out as he was so much smaller. And once he got in his twenties? He started working out constantly and got a degree as a nutritionist. Recently, he got a job at a facility in Queens, and that's how he met Peter.

He found a decent apartment near work, but to help make things easier he put out an add for a roommate. Omegas only to apply. When Sam offered move in Steve had to disclose he was an omega. Only Bucky knew since they grew up together. And Bucky helped teach Steve how to act like an Alpha. Having a beta scent helps, but no one could find out he was an omega. They could easily take advantage of Steve before he got healthy and in shape.

Most of the omegas who applied didn't stick around after meeting Steve. Steve who looks and acts like an Alpha, thrown off by his beta scent. But that didn't scare Peter Parker.

3 weeks later Peter moved in, and Steve offered to help him.

" This is a lot of pillows and blankets... the heat works good here. Of course we haven't had a bad winter yet so far"

And Peter giggles.

" Thats for my nest! Honestly its not really that much. I have some friends who have a whole closet worth!"

Steve looks down on the two large plastic bins before looking back at Peter. " Oh. I mean yeah. Sure."

Peter tilts his head and looks at Steve, he seems to hesitate for a moment before he nods a little.

" If you want I can make my nest and you could join me? I can show you how I set up...and if you like it we can go shopping and see about you making one in your room?"

By this point, Peter is in a ramble of talks as they unload boxes and bins.

Maybe after several months, Peter asks.

" You know... its okay if you don't wanna answer...but like.. Um I'm a bit of a scientist. Biochem... but I think we have some options to where if you wanna do an implant still...but we get your omega scent back... you were young when you first got it your scent wasn't fully developed yet. Might get a little sick as your body adjusts"

Steve staring at Peter, cause this was something he had debating about for years. Worried if he took the implant out, how would it affect him.

Peter turning red a little bit.

" could have a forced heat... but... I uh. I'm not sure if you have had one... and I've never smelt any ummm..slick... around the apartment... so uhh dunno if that was more of a medical issue or if ya know an Ace issue. Which no not an issue i mean like if you ace your ace and totally valid. Just wanted to help out incase that.... wasn't the issue"

After time Peter invited Steve to his lab he shared with Bruce Banner. Taking samples experimenting with different hormones levels and others additives

Steve finally introducing Peter to Sam and Bucky. And Peter whispering to Steve that he should snag a shirt from Bucky for his nest.

Maybe Steve even sneaks one from Bucky's place.

Steve was in a panic a week later, waking Peter up because his boxers and bed/nest were soaked. Peter giggles and explains things. Steve stared at Peter in horror.

" So. Any time I could get like this by something I like? And and.. other's can smell it to?"

" You've probably smelt others before just didn't realize what it was. The implant you had was extremely out of date and experimental at the time you got it. And since you were so young... you scenting skills are underdeveloped... we will get through this. "

Peter and Steve lived together for another 3 years before they decided to move out. Steve was moving in with Bucky, and Peter was moving in with Tony Stark himself.

[cygnusmori]

Good Omens S2 thoughts ahead, beware of spoilers

It's been already two days since I binge watched the season in one go, and I wanna share some thoughts. However, they aren't positive, if you're looking for praise you won't like this.

I won't talk about the big bad end or Aziraphale, I think there's already enough posts covering the issue and explaining Aziraphale, or theorizing about Metatron, or that Crowley wasn't in the right either.

I wanna talk about him.

For many, it seems like he was the only positive sweet thing about that ending, and that this was his redemption arc.

But I digrees.

See, I've always been fan of Gabriel, and I always thought he was a nuanced character, I don't think Gabriel is anywhere near of perfection. I like him with his flaws, I think he's funny, ignorant, mean at times, and has that alienating "non human" feeling. He did bad things, but I never saw him as an evil big bad force, I never thought he was a villain. He was on the opposing side of our protagonists, which is different.

But that's the S1, let's talk about S2 and why I'm disappointed.

Maybe just showing that he isn't all evil a didn't want to try to destroy the world is enough of a development for most. But not for me, because we didn't see this development.

I'm grateful that he wasn't shown as an evil edgelord compulsive serial abuser? Yeah. Thanks.

But for most of the season, we didn't see Gabriel, we saw Jim. This amnesiac, empty, thoughtless person. I loved him, we all love him, I know! He's sweet, cute, empathetic, dumb, and apologized for something he didn't know he did.

But he didn't have any actual meaningful "eye-opening" experiences with the ineffables. He didn't have like, let's say an attempt at bonding or friendship, or getting to know and discover earth. Everyone theorized and was eager to have Gabriel discovering the wonders of earth and humanity, realizing is worth saving.

And what did we go? ...A flashback in the last episode that lasted less than, what, 6 minutes? Where he just enjoys the same song that Beelzebub. Everything about their relationship is left as just guess work, there's not even a fraction of growth like the ineffables had.

But not just that, is that it was mostly told. Not shown.

We didn't see Gabriel having any actual feelings, or conflicts, or problems, or worries. Nothing.

We're shown he could sacrifice himself to save the humans and trying to avoid the problems he was causing, which is sweet and beautiful! I love him! But that's still Jim...Would Gabriel do it? I wanna say yes, I wanna believe that he would! But that's the problem. we don't really know because we just got about less than 10 minutes of the actual Gabriel.

He remained as this silly amnesiac character for the first 5 episodes. And then on the last 20 minutes he got his memories back, and what did he do, after being protected and cared by Aziraphale and Crowley?

Nothing. There wasn't an exchange of words, there wasn't a "They helped me". There was nothing, there wasn't any explanation for why he actually seeked Aziraphale, besides that little implication made by Metatron that maybe Gabriel thought Aziraphale should be the next leader (which, let me add, could be a lie).

I, even as a fan of Gabe, feel like he had barely anything to offer. No much more relevant bits of his personality than what we already knew. I still thought he was super funny and loveable as Jim, but yeah...not growth. Especially between Aziraphale and him, after all...they knew each other for ages, Aziraphale thought he was awful but also that he would protect him, and this amnesiac Gabriel was eager to apologize and help, where are the follow ups of that?

I get it, he's a side character.

But this season he's a Plot Device.

What about these "lucid moments" where he spoke with the voice of God? Or those "It hurts to remember!"? They meant nothing? They weren't clues, he was just so ready to drop everything?

And as an audience I have to accept he really changed that much, he really didn't care about falling or losing his over 6000 years job. That's so...empty.

I didn't see any eye-opening, or mind-changer experience for him. We saw he's capable of love and respect and selfless actions, I guess, but that's just the most bare minimum, and one that I already always believed, so there's not excitement for me at all.

I think maybe I feel like this because I always thought he wasn't evil, but all of the reasoning for him not being evil, barely got touched. I mean the responsability maniac, the workaholic tendencies, the extreme obedience, the stress, the emotional familiarity with other archangels, the fear of falling... he had none of these things, he apparently changed in four years. That's it. "He's changed, and doesn't care about being the leader! And now he's singing a love song and disappearing happily on the sunset!" is not the direction I expected.

They just left, without consequences besides stepping down of their ranks? Gabriel's memories loss wasn't even a punishment. He had no real consequences for anything and that hurts me, because those are needed for a character to learn and progress. He got rewarded for loving freely, but that love wasn't even actually shown (no, cheesy and super sappy pet names aren't a relationship development)

I'm just sad...or more like devastated about almost everything in this S2. I guess I can just enjoy the fact that him being just a random dude and not worse than the devil himself is my consolation prize. And even with that I was left feeling like I don't have any reason to be in the fandom.

That said, those are just my thoughts. You can disagree and think this season was wonderfully done on every aspect, that's what opinions are.

[askbensolo]

Did you text Fannie back? Maybe you should tell her about all of this.

Did she send you after me?? Uhhhh there may be a chance I haven’t replied to her in a bit—let me check—FRICK—uhhhh yeah there may be a chance I haven’t replied to her in like, two days—look, I’ll get to it right now, I swear—

…Wait, what?

Uh…no.

No. I can’t tell Fannie. About…that.

Yeah yeah yeah yeah I know I KNOW but listen. LISTEN. We’re not really fully actually officially dating yet and look I promise, I promise, that if we ever get to that point, and I’m still hearing from Sn—having dreams about Snoke, that I’ll tell her then, I PROMISE.

But…I can’t tell her right now. It’s just—I’m not convinced enough that this is that big of a deal at this point, and I don’t wanna—freak her out, or make her worry about me like my mom does, or—

…I don’t want to scare her away. You don’t know what it took for me to be able to get to this point in our relationship. I mean—you know me! You watched me go through this. It was such an involved process and it still is and we’ve done so much to try and figure this out and we’re still doing so much to figure it out and damn it, I like her and the idea of it being all for nothing terrifies me. I don’t want her to leave. And I think it’s okay if I don’t tell her, for now at least, since things…really aren’t that bad. And they’re gonna stay that way. I will make sure they stay that way. I know how bad this sounds but I know what I’m doing. It doesn’t seem fair that I should be treated like I’m dangerous because of things outside my control—I’m not the one reaching out to him—well—maybe I did, but—I didn’t want him to come—not actually—he came to me in a moment of vulnerability—I was in a bad place, I’m not normally like that—I mean, it was a dream, IT WASN’T REAL—

Well—

…See, the thing about Fannie is…she always does The Right Thing. It’s something I admire about her. It’s something I like about her. It makes her a great person to go to for advice. And to confide in. And, I did. You know. The first time.

She also ended up telling my family about Snoke, the first time, after I told her not to. And, like, yeah, I get why, I’m not saying she shouldn’t’ve, and sure, I’m glad she did, and maybe I wouldn’t still be here if she hadn’t. But…those circumstances were different. I was in trouble. Right now? I’m not in trouble. And I’m planning on keeping it that way.

‘Cause, listen. The thing about Doing The Right Thing is that it doesn’t always make your life go the way you want it to. In fact, it usually doesn’t. Which I find super weird, because, you know, you’d think that if there was always a right thing to do, there’d be some kind of reward for doing it—anyway. I spent a lot of time thinking about this. I don’t know if you’d agree with me. It’s okay if you don’t. I know Fannie wouldn’t—but she can do what she wants with her life, and I’ll do what I want with mine. I just have a very specific way that I want my life to go right now, and it involves living out the rest of my twenties on my own and grinding at work and enjoying the city and not thinking too hard about my difficult youth or The Big Unknown and ironically chasing the ever-fading high of my teenage holonet fame and looking jacked and going out on weekends and meeting people and trying new things and maybe having a girlfriend and generally just getting to do whatever I want so I can try to be happy for once in my life and prove to my younger self that it was worth it to stick around. And, being honest with my family about having one little dream where my mind abuser showed up and said some riddles so that my mom flips out and puts me under house arrest and my wizard uncle holds interventions with me and my girlfriend breaks up with me and everyone treats me like a dangerous psychopath just…doesn’t really fit into my vision here!!

Like…sorry!!!

So…no, I’m not telling Fannie. Not right now.

Maybe I’ll reevaluate later, if things change for the worse, and—if I can get her to promise not to tell my mom—but—we’re not there yet. And I’m hoping we never get there.

Yeah yeah yeah I know. I’m dumb but I’m not dumb. I know what you’re gonna tell me—that I might be digging myself into a hole. Whatever. Maybe I am. But I’d rather dig myself into a hole and see if I can get out of it later, than…just…freaking dive headfirst into a ditch. Sue me.

And in case you’re wondering, which you probably are…no, Snoke hasn’t spoken to me again since I had that dream. That was, what—like, almost two weeks ago? So…get off my back. Let me make my own decisions. Things are fine.

[daylilifiedsundrewdrops]

Tape Recording #1.

[ CLICK ] Hm... Ah, I didn't know tape recorders were this big... What was that thing they used to say? Testing, testing. 1, 2, 76... ... Good enough! Soo... I should introduce myself, shouldn't I?

[They clear their throat.] So, uh, Hi there, Mr. Tape Recorder! I'm Maricel Mylene V. Rosarinde. Or just Maricel. That should work too. The 'V' stands for Vallenza, in-case you were wondering. I'm a student at Avidenia Willow Institute. Grade-6 specifically. I've always seen my classmates have these like... personal diaries. But! I thought it was way cooler to have an audio diary. Like a podcast or something! Though, I've never actually listened to one, hm.... Anyway, since Tape Recordings can't consent, Let me tell you aaaaa---lllllll about my day and about events at scho- Oh- Shi- [Silence for a couple minutes... Now, it sounds like someone stood up and is now hitting their head onto a pillow.] [Never-mind, they're back on the chair.] ...Haha, sorry, Mr. Tape Recorder. Had a headache for a moment there. Anyway, as I was saying, All about my day and about events at my school. So, to start off! I was late to school today. Again. For the third time this week. But no worries, the teachers could really uh... care less this time around. So, all I got was a slap to the arm and I was good to go. Speaking of being late! I also conveniently forgot one of my journals I used for creative writing while I was rushing for class which suuuccckssss... but it's fine. Whatever. Anyways, so school itself was mostly uneventful. Except for during recess when Nathaniel accidentally spilled juice on Angel's uniform! It was actually funny how Angel got so mad at him. She had to change into the P.E uniform because of it. Luckily, she packed an extra grooming kit in her classroom. She unfortunately could not save her uniform from getting stains, however. [They're laughing through their words.] Anyway, sorry, sorry. So, on another note, the Book Club has organized this year's new readathon for those who wanted to sign up! Guess their campaign's succeeded cause nearly everyone in the school joined. Including me, of course. It started today, and oh-ho, I think all the books in the school library has been hoarded completely. I went there and it was absolutely deserted. Mr. Lauriette was still hangin' by his desk like he always did though. I read only one book today, '' The Second World '' by Sarah Eviernes. Club Leader, Carmelita, announced that the 3 winners of the readathon will have 3 unique, mystery prizes given to them. Neat! I hope it's going to be good like a cat or something. Aside from that, I heard there's a local art contest about to be opened near the school. And I am SO signing up for it once the organizers start looking into our school for volunteers. The theme this time is something 'Magical' and I'm sure I'll ace it completely! I mean, there's like a 5% chance of me actually winning but, ya' know, it's worth a shot just for that small, small chance that I would win! Plus, the prize is a sweet 5,000 PHP, and I want that money. Plus, runner-ups get 700 and people who participated but didn't win still get 100. So, the money's worth it. Now, on another, more... negative note. Another 5 students were reported missing. 2 From our school and 3 from Wilvewood High. It's strange, though. Luis and Andrea were there. They were always cautious and... y'know, stuff like that. So, I don't think they could've gotten kidnapped unless.... Hmmm. Anyway, this is getting waayyyyyyyy too not-so-positive for me! [Sounds of someone wrongly imitating a cough-sound.] Cough, cough... anyways. Let's end the tape recorder off with after-school. I walked home because my parents didn't wanna come get me and it wasn't that far. So, my mom was home early. Guess what! She uh.. cooked dinner for us. Sinigang. But no rice. It tasted salty without the rice, I didn't like it. Though, afterwards, I managed to sneak in my phone up here in my bedroom and of course, this tape-recorder! Which I am currently using right now to record... you know! [Silence.] Gee, I'm- Ow- going to end this off here, I'm having another headache, see ya tomorrow, Mr. Tape Recorder! End recordi- Damnit this is- killing my head- [CLICK]

[cheemken]

NAW THAT'S SO CUTE storing this away for later. Just so fond of these dragon sibs fr

YEAH but when you look at what the Academy Special consists of, there's like ramen and french fries and jellybeans to name a few. Don't know what about it that barely needs chewing so shooting him with my self projection beams, it's more of a texture thing for him. Need a variety of textures and flavours in one meal or else he won't finish it

OUGH just the image of Iris giving Drayton a piggyback ride is so precious. How she's realizing the small, good changes and grateful for his friends that's helping. Maybe it'll reach a point where she'll struggle a little but it's worth it. What's the use of all that training if she can't carry her precious lil bro you know?

Also I just love the idea of the E4 looking out for one another. Like that guy's a slacker but he's their slacker y'know? I know in my heart that if anyone tried to mess with any of the other E4, suddenly there's an arm slung over their shoulder, a deceptively laidback voice suggesting they 'knock it off if you know what's good for you'

Genuinely nothing's scarier than seeing Drayton angry about something cause with how much he let slide off his back and be chill about it, you know you messed up big time if you manage to be the target of his anger

Oughgh your honour dragon siblings real

But oh real shit that's the academy special?? Tbf,,, you can eat fries without chewing them,,, don't ask, I just know lmfaooo but yeah, w the texture and taste oh god anon I can vouch for that. But augh,,,,, Drayton w that too, how there's really certain food he refuses to eat, and like, maybe he really is just lazy to chew lmfao, I picture him being fond of smoothies and ice cream bc yeah, those really don't need chewing, he can legit just gulp it down hahaha

But right the dragon sibs are just so soft your honour listen chxmbx listen imagine if they always did that back then too, when they were younger Iris always gives him piggyback rides bc he loves it and he gets all happy and it fills her heart to see her lil bro so happy, but goddamn did he carry that into his teen years lmfaooo well it's okay, y'know, not like he really weights much to her, she's used to stuff like that given her training w their grandfather, plus it's nice y'know that through that she found out he became heavier, which means he's really eating well, so it lessened her worries a lil bit

And yeah omf protective Drayton is so real it's real to me your honour, it's canon in my heart. I know I said back then that maybe Iris and Drayton's dynamic would be similar to Sans and Papyrus undertale, cause yeah I thought that maybe they're the same age or Drayton is older, but now imagine him having the Sans vibes when it comes to his friends

Like yeah, he's pretty lazy, he's laid back, his friends always call him a slacker but you're right, he's their slacker, they started calling him the local slakoth lmfao, but still y'know, I imagine when he's pissed off he doesn't even look pissed. More like, he still has that lazy smile on his face, but there's this aura surrounding him y'know, the atmosphere is tense, and they can just tell that no, he's not playing around anymore, he legit won't hesitate to call out Archaludon if they press on while Drayton is pissed

Y'know despite his dynamic w Kieran now, I always picture him kinda going on to the kids who are scared of Kieran or like make fun of him now to knock it off. If I remember right, Carmine asked one of the BB E4 how Kieran was doing, I think it was Crispin, and he said that Kieran was doing well y'know, some kids are just scared of him. I wanna say that despite Drayton also kinda pissing off Kieran w the whole ex champion and payback thing, he still sees him as a friend, and doesn't want people to mess w him. After all, why would they even go against Drayton? He's the second strongest in their school, once the Champion of their league, and was trained by a Champion, if they go against him they know they'd instantly lose

[yournightowl]

Your Nightowl #036

Crab is cheap V=(° °)=V It used to be expensive, a couple decades ago. And before that, for a couple centuries or so, it was cheap.

Crab was once thought of as a pauper's dish and they used to feed lobster to prisoners. When an ingredient's in high demand, the price goes up- makes sense. But theres a chicken and egg problem in there somewhere. So did it get pricier once people caught on to how good it tasted? Or did it always taste the same, and people just started to overstate their satisfaction when the price went up? Everyone wants to get their money's worth.

Asking for a friend. Cause uh well If i don't do something soon its gonna come out that i've never eaten insects before.

i mean it's not like i'm worried about them being inedeible but (x_x)⌒☆ Like, historically, evolutionarily, were insects ever a BIG part of the homo sapiens diet before now?

What if i gag i'll look like a classless hick Σ(°△°|||)︴

Not that insects are haute couture or anything (￢_￢) Anyone trying to tell you different is probably trying to offload an investment into a fast-failing uptown restaurant. Cause rich people like rich food- Cream and fat, shiny tuna and marbled beef. They might take a photo with insects on their plate for their socials, but in private, i guarantee you, they're throwing those leftovers out.

i don't like the idea of food waste and i'm not trying to be a picky eater or some kinda culinary bigot (シ. .)シ So i was hoping i could come on here and get some historical perspective that'd help me uh

Swallow this.

Like, what would my grandkids would say if they knew i was turning my nose up at what's become some sort of rare delicacy?!?

But that's just wishful thinking. Whatever else you wanna say about nutritional value or taste, insects are common food nowadays for one reason, and one reason only- They're abundant. Easy to grow, farm, cook. A necessary addition to the global breadbasket in order to keep billions fed. So tastes may change, and fashion may shift- and insects may very well one day be considered a delicacy ( ˘▽˘)っ♨ But they'll never be a rare delicacy. Whatever else is going on, i'll bet that my grandkids grandkids will be up to their necks in the creepy crawlies.

Only ever jealous of the fact that my water was clean and my skies were blue.

on the chopping block, your nightowl

ps- i just realized i can get out of it by saying i'm sick Thank you, white lies! Thank you in advance, school nurse!!

[sayitalianolearns]

Diary entry 558

배고파 배고파 가을이 오고 있다~ ㅋㅋㅋ 요구르트랑 비스킷을 먹을 거야, 가벼운 식사를 먹어야 한다 이제. 다음에 초콜렛도 덧붙일 근데 처음에 슈퍼마켓에 요구르트를 사러 다시 가자고 ㅋㅋ 철분 보충제를 먹어도 아직 배고파… 정말 이상하지만 ���찮아.

아 진짜 너무 졸려… 그리고 정말 목도 말라. 뭐예? 감기가 아니야 제발...

thoughts

idk if it's the weather changing and being more bearable or if I'm finding some type of stability within after a long rough period of crashing waves (let's say), but I'm getting... hungrier? lol and it feels so good, it's like "being back". yeah i get you were probably waiting for something else but still, it's a big news for me, it makes me happy. i do think everything comes down to our relationship with food, and the messier we feel within the harder it may be to eat or to assimilate food the right way (we're all different). but the more relaxed and in control of us we are, the more we show ourselves we can care for us well and provide for us, the easier it will be to assimilate correctly all we need to feel good. it's a long complex process, and i'm surely not done yet, but i feel like i'm on a good road atm and i'm gonna enjoy this feeling. i really wanna be at peace within and with myself, no matter what goes on outside.

what i learnt

before stressing out or overthinking, let's try to ask ourselves if this thing that is causing us so much anxiety is under our control or not. if we doing something about it would change the result and how, and if that would be good or not. if it's our responsibility or not to do something about it, or if it's on someone else and we should let them live their life and their lessons, and trust them. let's leave codependency and the mental connection we have between our worth and how responsible we feel about something or someone aside. let's focus on our own life and stop the worries as much as we can.

song of the day

So the air's getting colder. And the news keeps us scared. I still wrestle this summer. From the bones of our tired, blistered hands...

The beginning of this song suddenly came to my mind. It's a song that remindes me so much of autumn's start. Idk... I'm feeling emotionally weird these days.

[thestarfishinjootsoffice]

I’ve tried to think of something interesting to request and this is what I’ve come up with 😭

so the child reader with powers like 11 from stranger things gets into a battle with someone that has the same abilities as them, thankfully they win but come home to hanni injured, or maybe Hannibal witnessed it? 😳

Super duper sorry if this is a lot but I burnt my brain trying to come up with something interesting to send in 😓 (also plz don’t worry if it’s too short if you decide to write this, We still enjoy your writing either way :))))

I freak out everytime you guys say this oml, and i love your request!!!💗

NBC Hannibal with child! Reader who fights someone with the same abilities as them

Warnings: heavy mentions of blood and gore!!

You and Hannibal were getting groceries and Hannibal turned his back for ten seconds. Ten

And now he was panicking yet again. (You're gonna make his hair fall out.)

He was searching for you and he heard twigs and grunting and yelping far away from the woods and he seems to smell something far too familiar. Blood.

He was now sprinting towards those sounds and smell, he doesn't care if it was actually just some people fighting he couldn't risk it.

Lo and behold, you and some random person. both of your noses were bleeding and there were bloodied tree branches on the ground and one of them penetrated your enemy but your arm was broken and there were bruises and badly scratched skin.

Hannibal didn't know what to do, should he interfere? No that would make things worse he doesn't have any superpowers to defend himself and you already looked injured enough.

You use your ability to hold your opponent in the air and just when you were about to kill them a tree branch flew your way and hit you in the stomach causing a part of your shirt to turn deep red. It stung and burned so bad your eyes were turning glassy. Your opponent switched the roles and now you were the one being held in the air.

Hannibal was getting anxious and he was about to interfere until you suddenly screamed with your arms pointed at your opponent and then your opponent exploded and obliterated and then you fell. You were sure your sprained your ankle from how high you were but you have bigger things to worry about. There was a pool of blood and huge chunky mushy flesh and organs in the middle of the woods and blood sprayed everywhere, on you, Hannibal who was a mere feet away from the now mashed up potato like corpse and the nearby trees.

You two HAD to run away right now what if someone sees you. There will be no explanation to explain on wtf just happened. He pulled the tree branch out and tore a clothing and tightly wrapped it around your wound. His car was a big isolated from where the stores or nearby people were so you two quickly got into the car by telekinetically opening them because both your hands were bloodied and you both speeded away, still at the speed limit though since you and Hannibal would be absolutely screwed if he got pulled over by a cop. Blood was stained and dripping everywhere and Hannibal didn't know what to worry about. Him? The car? You? All of them.

He hurriedly unlocked the keys and ushered you to go inside the bathroom and he hurriedly changed clothes and wiped his hands and face and then proceeded to wipe the inside of the car, the smell of metallic was so strong. He surely had to get it washed later.

A few more moments later he got you fixed and showered, he also got showered and was planning to do the car washing later since he was exhausted and he sat down next to you. The silence was awfully loud.

"Y/n..."

"...Yes..?"

"Don't ever go anywhere else without me from now on okay?"

"Ok.."

Great, now he a hand on yours 24/7, he doesn't wanna risk something like that ever again but it's cute. Very worth it. 🤧

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I forgot to add the gif at the end!

[silverwhittlingknife]

Top 10 moments of Tim being insecure

(I was reading this lovely post and felt like making it way longer.)

So something I find interesting about Tim Drake, Veteran Boarding School Kid, is that he's pretty good at making superficial friendships...but he's also way too quick to assume all his friendships are shallow and temporary and will disappear if he, like, mildly annoys someone or falls out-of-touch for a bit. Even with friends he's had for a really long time and cares about a lot!

This is sad for Tim, but delightful for me, because I enjoy characters being unhappy, and I especially enjoy characters being resigned that no one cares about them... only to discover that actually people do care. Please enjoy my ten favorite panels of Tim being insecure and/or oblivious. <3

1. Tim figures that everybody at Gotham Heights will forget about him once he changes schools and that their promises to keep in touch don't mean anything (Robin 74):

"They'll move on without me. I'll become a stranger. We all know that."

2. Tim worries that Bruce won't want him as Robin if he goes back to boarding school (in the same issue):

"Hey... you wouldn't... fire me, would you?"

3. Tim worries that Young Justice doesn't want him back on the team (Young Justice 46)

A few issues earlier, Tim quit the team briefly, upset that his friends didn't trust him (they suspected him - wrongly - of conspiring with Batman to create secret files on them). Here, he wants to rejoin. But when they scowl at him, he hastily backtracks:

Tim: Well...okay...I mean, if that's how you feel, I can respect th--Conner: Oh, don't be a jerk! Of course we want you on board!

4. Tim's "if I quit Robin, Bruce and Dick will never talk to me again" monologue (Robin 120):

"If I quit Robin, Bruce won't be in my life anymore. At all. I'll probably never see him again. Never hear of Batman at all. None of them will be in my life anymore, not even out of their costumes. They won't be able to. Even Dick..."

5. Tim worries that Dick doesn't want him in Blüdhaven or in the Wayne family (Nightwing 110):

When Tim's dad dies, he moves to Blüdhaven, where he knows exactly one person: Dick. Buuuut Dick's avoiding him (because he's in a shame-spiral over Blockbuster's death! not because he's mad at Tim!).

Anyway, Tim worries that Dick is mad at him for moving to the same city without asking permission first, and also that Dick would be offended if he let Bruce adopt him:

Tim: You're not mad I'm, like, in your city or anything? Dick: NO! No. I'm honored. You have more of a right to be here than I do. Tim: Is it the adoption thing? Dick: The what? Tim: 'Cause I was a little worried about that. That's kinda part of why I said no. I mean, that and the uncle thing. I was just thinking it wasn't really all that long ago since he officially adopted you, which was kind of a big deal, you know, emotionally or whatever, and to me you're like totally his son and I don't wanna step on that or anything.

Tim's worry is tragicomic because earlier in the issue, Dick spent his inner monologue moping about how Tim is so great and Dick loves him so much and therefore Dick has to avoid him because he's ashamed of Tim seeing him like this (Dick Grayson: also in possession of severe self-worth issues!).

6. Tim assumes that his firing is IMMINENT at EVERY MOMENT (Robin 139 and others)

In other surely-this-relationship-is-temporary-no-matter-how-long-we've-known-each-other news, I can't add all of Tim's many "THIS IS THE END!! Bruce gonna fire me from Robin!!!" panels, because it would take too long. Here's another one, though:

7. Tim's blindsided when he disappears for three days and his friend Zo is... shockingly... worried about him (Robin 156-7)

One thing I enjoy about Tim's self-worth issues is that they not only make him anxious and miserable, they also cause conflict! Tim has a tendency to assume "out of sight, out of mind"... so he forgets that his friends, like, worry about him if he disappears. Which means he can be...kind of a bad friend in terms of keeping in touch.

Here's Tim being stunned - and later apologetic - when he discovers that his friend Zo was worried about him when he was apparently kidnapped and then out of touch for days (who could've seen that coming? not Tim!):

8. Tim assumes that Dick is only worried about him because Cassie told him to be (Red Robin 4):

"And you're only here because Cassie called you!"

Really, most of Red Robin is just "Tim Drake and his Insecurities, the Comic." Speaking of, here's...

9. Tim congratulates himself on having saved everybody that Bruce loved...while falling to his death (Red Robin 12):

"I did it. I saved the people he loved."

10. Tim worries (again) that his stone-faced friends are no longer his friends since he hasn't been on the team in a while (Red Robin 20):

(He falls for it every time!)

In conclusion Tim needs more hugs.

[danger-noodle-uwu]

I'm new to tumblr so is this how you do request? May I request the brothers forgetting mc's birthday and later remembering it. How would they react? Maybe they were busy or something. Your choice if you wanna do the dateables too.

Trigger warning

Mentions of Angst/sad/slight comfort

Lucifer

Busy almost all the time, the first-born barely spent time with our dear Mc. He would try to finish the work only for more to be slammed on his desk.

Never would his brothers acknowledge his efforts or the sacrifices he made for them. Instead they'd mock him. Mock him for being absent at all family times. Mock him for doing what he does.

It was once again such a time, such a day. They didn't bother to care what the day has held for his beloved. It was their birth.

The birth of the one who truly changed his life along with his brothers. It was such a blessing yet he forgot about it. Entirely.

The Avatar of pride was strong, Lucifer wasn't. He was weak. Vulnerable. Especially against his brothers whom he adored with his entire being.

And the mocking words had stabbed him deeply, which made his current state as to how it was. Drunk. Wounded. Crying.

Rubbing his eyes, he awoke to a mess of his office which screamed the need for cleanliness.

During the process, he found the calender. A sweet calender gifted him by his doll.

A smile had crept on his face as he lifted it for what? Perhaps to calm the unsettling feeling in his bones that told him to run but where he didn't know?

While their lover was, Mc wilted much like a delicate flower would if the sun stopped shinning, they were laying curled on the floor of his room. Mc needed him.

How could he forget his own lover's birthday?! even after he promised... it hurts.. so much...

Yesterday. The poor human cut the cake wished themselves a happy birthday when he didn't...crying...in pain...

The realization hit hard. He ran to Mc's room as fast as he could. A shiver ran his spine and the horror in his stomach grew as each and every step was taken.

Yet could not find them, so he went over to his office expecting a fuming Mc.

He was once again not right, for his beloved was breaking down as he took them into his arms. Consoling.

He apologised and comforted them. Reassuring them over and over again. Reminding them his heart still is with them and no-could ever take it away.

He later threw a party, just like how you wanted. You. Him. And the growing fragrance of the candles surrounding you both.

Though late as it may have been, it was the best birthday the innocent human had. Smiling while he kissed your knuckles, he asked for your hand in marriage.

Never had you expected this...

"I Found the reason for my smile, the day I found you. Will you let me be the reason for your smile and marry me, my love?"

Mammon

As most had expected, he forgot your birthday due to witches or the modeling gig, he did not.

Instead he forgot about preparing your birthday gifts. His excitement had always gotten the best of him.

The Avatar of greed did not have enough budget to prepare the gift you dearly wished for, therefore multiple part-time jobs and skipping RAD became more often.

Despite the scolding, he didn't bother and worked on, just imagining the smile you'd make once you saw what he got you.

''I'll make Mc smile. Just one more hour extra and the budget would be*chef's kiss* '' he thought as his co-workers packed their belongings up.

It was late night and the moons shined brightly over the streets of devildom however he wasn't much worried because it was not like your birthday the next day. (it was)

Stretching his arms, he woke up around 1:35 pm due to his fucked up sleep schedule, only to be greeted by your excited figure cuddling him.

Grey-haired demon thought it was the Delirium before the day itself. He was wrong.

At first he acted totally oblivious to the fact any special day was just around the corner. He knew that surprises even more better!!

And then your great mammon ignored you for a while to rid of the risk of you following him to the destination.

Though his plan was to get your hopes down, he ended up making you cry. It hurts a lot especially when the love of your life forgets your birthday afterall you gave him everything he wanted on his.

The visit was successful. He even had extras left to treat you!!!

The was big achievement for someone who hated working to the slightest, to work for 3 weeks and multiple jobs!!!

But before he left, the seller mocked him about being a damned day late for this gift could have been sold at a better price if not booked.

That is when it all clicked and he panicked. Today was your birthday! Oh shit!!

He rushed home back to you. As he ran, he planned how to ask for your forgiveness.

" Oi Mc I'm sorry!--Oh hell no!!" "Mc I fucked I am sorry, please forgive afterall I'm your first man.--fuck this shit imma just play smooth."

Panting, he paused right before the door of your room and knocked lightly. Seeking your permission to enter.

You lazily opened the door for him, tired after shedding many tears for him.

Mammon instantly knew what to do. "Oi Mc I'm sorry for not wishing ya' a happy birthday earlier but I was busy buyin you somethin', here darlin' close your eyes."

Hearing his apology, you felt oddly happy and followed his request. Soon you felt a soft cold metal cling to your wrist. A bracelet, huh.?

"Open y'er eyes, human." On your wrist was bracelet that said 'His human' and another matching one was on his wrist which said 'Their stupid' . (Now isn't that adorable?)

"I was savin' up for this, so ya' better appreciate it. Hmph!" Giggling you yelled 'I love you' at him making him blush immediately.

However, when he spoke, he spoke genuinely and not in tsundere.

"Ya' make my life worth living. You bring smiles to my face, and y'er touch shows me how much you love me and care for me. Y'er my friend and my lover. Happy Birthday!"

Leviathan

With envy filled to the brim, Leviathan was very focused upon you and having your attention only for himself. To not let anyone snatch you away for they could better be than him, he'd make notes to treat you like royalty and improve his guilt-tripping habits.

Guilt, regret, shame. His heart screamed within the confines of his chest, as he rubbed your back assuring you that he still loved and will continue to do so.

It was his envy. It had always been his envy. Who always held him captive like a bird in a cage, he struggled to break free. He just couldn't.

The fault was his for if he hadn't given in to the jealousy named poison, you would be happily celebrating your birthday rather than crying in his embrace.

The fault was his for if he hadn't screamed at your friends who just came to congratulate you about getting in a relationship with the demon you very much loved and to wish you a birthday.

They left because of him. Not because he humiliated them but he forgot his own lover's birthday and called them a pathetic cheater, as they didn't feel like reminding of what the day was. They had left off with their friends, returning at HOL at night only to get yelled at.

Caring friends as they were, they tried convincing Mc to leave which his love refused. So, they left pitying the poor human.

No-matter how much Mc begged her companions to stay, they didn't.

Oh the suffering for His Normie, they ran upto him vulnerable-ly and started hitting him weakly, breaking down. Why was he? Why was he like this?! Why must he always leave you crying due to his envy?!

"Hey easy...calm down please, I'm sorry. I really am sorry, please forgive me and I promise I will make everything right. Please." "How..?" "Please trust me. My love." "Are you sure..?" "Yes...yes...I love you..."

Could you really trust his statement? You wondered. He could forget his word much like how he forgot your birthday.

The great admiral of hell's navy was true to his word, and successfully united you again with those who almost abandoned you or it seemed like--but no they were just disappointed. They were never going to do such a thing.

The meet went smoothly, and soon the the sun was setting casting shadows along with dying light, it was a dreamy sight for anyone.

Leviathan had known that he still had to make upto you properly and therefore, he took you to the cosmos of frodane.

Red, blue, yellow, any colour you could possibly think of was there, shining as brightly you were.

Taking in a shaky breath, the Avatar of envy gave you a bouquet, each flower consisting different scent which complimented the other.

The shimmer in your eyes gave you away and he gave you a sweetly addicting kiss while mumuring...

"I always cause some mess. It is never your fault. I’m sorry for making you feel unhappy. I cannot believe that I cause hurt to you. You are my only hope for my life. I promise you that I will do my best to make a better version of myself for you, my 3rd waifu~"

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And here we go... the pain and the suffering. Lol

Hope you like it and stay safe everyone. ♡♡♡

Have a good day!

[misguidedswagger]

Proud and Defiant (Part Two)

a/n: hi i got bored in class so i decided to push this out for ya lol. hope you enjoy! let me know any requests/suggestions you may have! 

summary: Being Davey’s younger sister was something you’d never trade for the world. Both your older and younger brothers treated you like gold and never let you do anything, but when your father gets injured and the three of you need to start working to make ends meet, a certain newsboy piques your interest.

“Jack kissed me.”

Hearing those words come from your mouth caused Davey to seethe. You saw his entire demeanor change from worried to angry in less than ten seconds. Davey had a scowl on his face and he looked ready to swing, “Dave..” You tried, grabbing his shoulders. “Don’t, he’s not worth-” 

The door slammed open. You guessed it, Jack had just entered, a smile plastered on his face. It looked a little forced. You sat for a second trying to determine whether it was or not, and ultimately were distracted for a bit too long, because Davey broke from your grasp. “So, you think it’s funny to mess with my sister, huh?!” He shoved Jack back. You could feel the fire radiating off him. Jack swallowed and laughed awkwardly, glancing at you. “Hey, c’mon. It wasn’t that bad-” 

Davey lifted him by his shirt and shoved him into the wall, causing some of the other newsies to run up to him and try to pry him off Jack. You gasped, never seeing this side of your brother before. Your hands went over your mouth as you watched in shock, causing Jack’s eyes to flicker over to yours, focusing only on you,“No, you don’t look at her. You look at me.” He snarled, lifting him off the ground a bit. 

You swallowed and thought enough was enough, as much as you loved Davey, you knew he could be a little too protective at times. “Davey.” You called steadily, grabbing Les’s shoulders. “Les is feeling a little tired, take him to bed.” You had a certain edge to your words that caused Davey to sigh and finally let go. Davey’s face softened, but still stayed angry. 

Without anymore words, he dropped Jack, banging into his shoulder as he shot a glare at him. He looked back at you, grabbing Les. Silently, his eyes told you, “He tries anything else, you tell me immediately.” You nodded in understanding before approaching Jack. “Wait, no! I wanna see Y/n beat the little shit!” Les exclaimed happily, causing the newsies to laugh, the mood simmering from tense to a little more relaxed. Davey facepalmed and turned around before anyone could see the small smile on his face, but you caught it. When you turned back around to face Jack, you saw him stifling a laugh. 

Attractive. You thought. 

“So, Kelly...” You started, approaching him. He cleared his throat and spun his hand, telling the newsies to leave the room, noises of disappointment passing through the room. A few cheers made their way into the room before Crutchie tried to quickly shoo everyone from the quarters. 

“So, Jacobs...” He kicked himself off the wall by his foot, “Why’d you run when we announced the strike?” he queried, circling you like a predator circling its prey.

You kept your eyes on everything except Jack, staying silent. He noticed this, obviously, and he stopped right in front of you, guiding your face to his. “Talk to me, princess. Why’d you’s leave?” You backed up from his hold and crossed your arms. 

“My brother had never been the type to get involved with such things...” You started, thinking about how Davey usually stayed out of things as trivial as choosing which dress he preferred on your mother, let alone something as big as a strike. “I don’t know what you’ve done with my Davey, but I swear on everything, if something happens to him...It’s your head.” You cracked your fingers and stepped closer to the Manhatten leader as you spoke. Eventually his back was against the wall as he stared down at you, breathing shallowly. His eyes weren’t on yours, but on your lips. He leaned forward and you backed up, “You’re impossible...” You muttered,

“He tries anything else, you tell me immediately.” Your brother’s glance echoed in your head as you smirked, calling for him, “Davey!” 

In an instant, Davey was down the stairs and his hand was on your waist protectively. “You okay?” He asked before shooting a fiery glare at Jack. 

Staring at the flirtatious boy across the room, you hummed softly and nodded. “Just wanted to tell you, Dave, I think we’ll be okay now.” 

Davey shot another glare before going back upstairs to continue cool off, and you walked back outside, feeling the cool evening air blow your hair around. You leaned against the lodging house and you stared up at the sky, closing your eyes momentarily to just relax in the moment. You felt a presence next to you so you opened your eyes, “Why’d you kiss me?” You asked softly, not turning to Jack.

He kept his hands in his pockets and walked closer to you, leaning on the wall adjacent to you, “Just felt right. But, I guess it wasn’t. ‘M sorry if I made you feel weird with that. Didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable, guess I thought it’d help or somethin’.” He wasn’t looking at the sky, but at you. You didn’t realize this though as you were too caught up in the sky. It was common for you to go look at the stars when you were nervous or just needed somewhere to think. 

You didn’t mean to be rude, but you did want to be alone for a reason. “So, are you gonna say something of importance, or are you just gonna stay here?” Jack laughed, “Fiesty. I like it. But, am I not just allowed to stand outside next to ya?” You hummed in response, sighing softly. “Sorry, didn’t mean to be so rude, but ya know...Not happy about earlier.” 

As you were still looking at the sky and not at him, you completely missed Jack’s ashamed face. “ ‘M sorry, seriously, Y/n.” With another sigh, you kicked yourself off the wall staring at the sky before flicking your eyes down, walking inside without another word.

Davey was leaning on the railing of the stairs, talking with Albert and Jojo. At your demeanor, Davey patted their shoulders in a silent goodbye and silently asked if you were okay. You ignored him and just stormed up the stairs, Jojo and Albert completely confused but still worried nonetheless. Davey chased after you, almost knocking into a couple of the boys on the way. 

Jojo and Albert were murmuring to themselves as they saw Jack finally make his way back inside, looking dejected. As Jack walked upstairs to his ‘penthouse’ as the newsies called it, the two connected the dots between Y/n’s storming off and Jack being so upset. 

You closed the door of the bedroom before Davey jogged in behind you. You saw Race, bent over his bed, grabbing a cigar from some compartment under his bed, “R-Race?” You asked innocently, causing his head to immediately turn towards you. “Hey, Y/n! What’s up? You’se okay after today?” He asked, his eyes darting between both you and Davey. 

You nodded and smiled appreciatively, “Yeah, we’se okay. Thank you. Would I be able to ask you for a huge favor?” You asked softly, sitting next to Race. Davey’s brow quirked up as he stood back a bit, his arms crossing as he watched you lean over to Race’s ear and whisper something to him. Whatever you’d said caused his face to turn red and a dreamlike, lovesick, grin made its way on his face. Followed by a quick nod and a hard swallow, Race shot up and left the room. 

Davey’s posture hadn’t shifted once, “Y/n...” You looked up at him innocently, patting the spot next to you on Race’s bed, “What the hell did you just tell that poor kid?” You giggled and shook your head, “Just that if he gave you and me some time alone, that I’d be his selling partner for the next few weeks, and depending on how he acted, maybe I’d give him a kiss or two.” Davey finally relaxed and rubbed his forehead, shaking his head as he laughed softly. 

“You’re insane, Y/n. Seriously.” You shrugged and gave a content grin, “Ah well, you gotta love me!” Davey finally took the spot next to you, “Yeah, yeah. But, what did you want to talk about, hm?” 

“The strike.”

~

You and your older brother had spoken about your feelings on the strike for hours, but it wasn’t the only thing you’d spoken about either. Davey brought up what’d happened with Jack, “Do you know why he kissed you?” He asked, breaking eye contact. You swallowed and cleared your throat, “Apparently it just ‘felt right.’ Can ya believe that?” You scoffed and laughed softly as you shook your head, turning your face away so Davey wouldn’t see the blush on your cheeks. 

“He’s like your best friend, Dave, you don’t have to worry about-” He placed a hand on your shoulder, “Y/n, shut up. I care more about you getting hurt. I don’t mind that he’s my supposed best friend at the moment, I just-” 

Davey was interrupted by a knock on the door. Both of your heads turned to the door as a certain boy tumbled into the room, “You guys done yet? Kinda wanna lay in my bed before it gets too late.” Race said, standing up as he dusted himself off a bit. Though, he hadn’t noticed that his cigar had fallen from his pocket, so, you leaned down and grabbed it, shoving it into your pocket, taking Race’s coat and putting it over your frame once again. 

The blond blushed and you smiled at him before an impatient voice interrupted your reverie. “Y/n! Can we come in yet? Pleasee?” Your little brother begged, running next to Davey, causing you to giggle. You turned around to Davey and gestured, causing him to sigh with a smile on his face. 

“We’ll continue this tomorrow, idiot.” He addressed you before starting to address the others, 

“Come back in guys, sorry for the wait.”

[forsworned]

could I pls request the hashiras w/ a sensitive s/o ( they get upset easily etc . ) and how they’d react to someone accidentally saying something that made them cry ??

gender neutral reader if possible

if you don’t wanna write for all the hashira , feel free to pick your favourites or something , I don’t really mind tbh

thank you in advance ! ! ! have a wonderful day / noon / night 💞

a/n: thank you for requesting again!! this was lowkey hella hard to do dude so i'm really sorry for how long this took. i managed to get all the hashira in and kept it pg obviously for muichiro since he is underage but i left him as is. i was legit brain dead writing this but here you go!

𝕣𝕖𝕟𝕘𝕦𝕜𝕠 𝕜𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕛𝕦𝕣𝕠𝕦 ʕ •ᴥ•ʔ

He doesn't take well to it, but he also understands that the fellow Demon Slayer was only trying to give you constructive criticism. Kyoujurou would scramble at first not knowing how to react since it was the first time he'd ever seen you so distraught. But then he'd finally recollect himself and dismiss the slayer and get back to you.

But just as he finally got himself together you'd throw yourself in his arms and blubber like a baby. Which again would have him flustered at first, but he'd soon chuckle and hold your face in his hands. A chaste kiss on your forehead that would cease your weeping.

"You know, my little flame, you're quite cute when you cry."

You looked up from his tear soaked uniform to his blazing eyes, gazing down at you lovingly. It sent your heart racing and you could no longer look at him. So you did what any other person would do if they were madly in love Kyo and couldn't look him in the eyes. You buried your face back into his chest while the heat rushed to your cheeks. The sound of laughter escaping his lips once more as you smiled against his damp uniform.

𝕘𝕚𝕪𝕦𝕦 𝕥𝕠𝕞𝕚𝕠𝕜𝕒 ₍ᐢ ̥ ͉ ̥ᐢ₎

He doesn't exactly think it through, just does. So in one swoop motion he'd carry you out of there and gave the fellow slayer any icy glare that had them shivering to their core. You'd be shocked at how quickly he'd get you out of that situation and he'd stop at an isolated area for you guys to be alone.

"U-um, Giyuu?" You'd stutter, as you rubbed your eyelids and looked at him with eyes are big as saucers.

"Are you alright?" His stunning cerculean blue gaze was piercing through your heart.

"Y-yeah. You can put me down now." His face automatically vermillion with agitation at the realization of you being in his arms. He firmly planted you on the ground and turned away to avoid looking at you. You laughed at how cute he looked when becomes embarrassed and slipped your arms around him from behind as you buried your face in his back.

"Thank you, my love."

𝕥𝕖𝕟𝕘𝕖𝕟 𝕦𝕫𝕦𝕚 ₍ᐢ ̥ ̮ ̥ᐢ₎ *:･。

"Eh?! Why are you crying [name]?"

It wasn't the first time he'd see you crying, but he was very perplexed by the sight in front of him. He didn't think much of it when the lower rank demon slayer was simply advising you to be more careful on the next mission. His ruby glare burred holes into the back of their heads.

"Why the hell did you make them cry for? It's not very flamboyant of you." He was menancing to say the least. It caused the demon slayer to stammer on his words until you spoke up rubbing at your eyes.

"It's not their fault, Tengen. I just get emotional. You know this." You sniffled as you tried your best to regain your composure. A soft 'tch' left his lips before he carried you on his shoulder which gave rise to a squeal from you.

"Put me down!"

He smacked your bottom and chuckled devilishly.

"Nah, I think we're gonna change that whiney mood of yours right up!"

𝕠𝕓𝕒𝕟𝕒𝕚 𝕚𝕘𝕦𝕣𝕠 U ´꓃ ` U

He doesn't waste anytime elbowing the person into the ground. Not only for just talking to you, but making you cry?! Oh, buddy. You're in for the beating of a lifetime.

"Obanai!" You exclaimed. Your tear stained face contorted into worry as you watched the now pummeled slayer knock out cold.

"That'll teach him. I'll make sure he never sees the light of day the next time he even looks in your direction." He sneered at them and then looked at you with gentle eyes. "Are you alright?"

You nodded as he dabbed away at your face and caressed you cheek.

"Alright, let's go then."

He stated before getting up and taking your hand in his as he dragged you away from the scene.

"Wait! Shouldn't we help him?" You were glad that Obanai cared that much about you, but he really shouldn't just go around attacking people like that and leaving them unconscious.

"No, Shinobu will take care of that eyesore."

𝕤𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕠𝕓𝕦 𝕜𝕠𝕔𝕙𝕠𝕦 Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ

"You must have a death wish."

The tone in her voice was so venomous yet sickly sweet it almost could've been enough to kill you. The nerve in her temple popping out as the demon slayer who was unfortunate enough to accidentally make you cry shuddered in fear.

"Shinobuuu." You whined. "Please leave them alone. They didn't mean any harm!"

Her eyes went soft when she saw you in your distressed state and then back to her vicious glare when it was back on them. "Run along now."

Her voice still even, yet scary. The demon slayer bowed quickly before escaping leaving you two alone. Shinobu sighed as she caressed your cheek.

"You're so delicate, sometimes." Your shoulders slumped at her words. It wasn't for long because Shinobu decided to plant a kiss on your nose and giggled. "Ara, ara, [name]-chan. You're still my sweet butterfly."

Shinobu didn't show much PDA, but when she did it made your heart implode and she was absolutely, 1000% aware of this.

𝕞𝕚𝕥𝕤𝕦𝕣𝕚 𝕜𝕒𝕟𝕣𝕠𝕛𝕚 ʕ♡˙ᴥ˙♡ʔ

Her face would get all puffed up and red as she watched you cry from a few feet away, that is until you started to hug the person that was causing the "commotion".

"I hope you find peace." You said softly as you pulled away. The person thanked you and bowed with tears in their eyes before stepping away.

"[Name], are you okay?!" Mitsuri exclaimed as she hugged you with all her might. You had to tap out for her to let go. She noticed this and you gasped for air as she apologized endlessly.

"I'm okay, Mitsuri. Their family was attacked by demons and I managed to save one member and they just came to thank me in person." You vigorously swabbed at your eyes with your sleeves before smiling again at your lovely wife. Mitsuri didn't realize her strength and sometimes that would lead to her infamous death hugs.

"Oh, [name]! You are so heroic!" She squeaked with joy as she squeezed you again, this time with less agnozing pressure. You hugged her back as you laid your head on her shoulder and thanked God your partner was as lovely as she was.

𝕘𝕪𝕠𝕞𝕖𝕚 𝕙𝕚𝕞𝕖𝕛𝕚𝕞𝕒 ₍ᐢ｡ ˬ ｡ᐢ₎

His towering height alone was enough to have the culprit who made you cry shaking in their boots. Gyomei would simply ignore that he sent that person pissing themselves and would lift you in his arms as he dabbed away at your tears with his hankerchief.

"Dont cry, my flower. They're not worth your precious tears." He'd murmur against the apple of your cheek as he kissed it. This would instantly boost your mood and have you throwing your arms around him and squeezing him tight. You'd plant the biggest kiss on his cheek causing him to blush.

"Thank you, Gyo."

𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕖𝕞𝕚 𝕤𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕒𝕫𝕦𝕘𝕒𝕨𝕒 ʕ； •`ᴥ•´ʔ

Anger. Kind of a no brainer. He'd go off on the person who made you cry and in return would make them cry and run far, far away. He'd comfort you by giving you a nice, bear hug and kiss on the top of your forehead whilst asking if you were ok. You'd end up laughing with tears still in your eyes and obviously this would puzzle him.

"What are you laughing about?"

"You just scared the bejeezus out of that guy and sent him crying!"

He'd chuckle and bring you back in for another warm hug and your face would nuzzle the crook of his neck.

"I'll send anyone crying for you."

𝕞𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕙𝕚𝕣𝕠 𝕥𝕠𝕜𝕚𝕥𝕠 ₍ᐢ ̥ ̞ ̥ᐢ₎ ♥

Much like when he showed his distain towards Tanjiro when he interrupted Oyakata-sama. He would be watching from a distance, and fiercely flick pebbles at a scary fast velocity that was deadly enough to pierce a hole through the person who dared to talk down to you. But, of course, he held back since it was only a mere human but it was enough to send them to groveling on their knees.

You'd wipe your tears away and turn in the direction it came from to see Muichiro smiling at you while tossing a pebble up and down in hand. He was always watching over you.

[swtki]

Dancing Days - Edward Cullen x Reader Smut

Anonymous said: 19&24 on edward smut? love ur writing!

A/N: Thank you so much :) also I’m so happy everyone is h*rny for Eddy. I decided I want to explore more period times with Edward, changing his persona in a certain decade, but still ultimately being in the same universe as cannon. This will play into the readers character a tad bit.

WARNINGS: 18+ CONTENT, SWEARING, S*X, VAMPIRES, ORAL SEX (MALE RECIEVING), VIRGIN! EDWARD, NON VIRGIN READER, GENDER NEUTURAL READER, MENTIONS OF WAR AND DEATH. 

19: “Fuck me like you want people to know”.

24. “Thing is, I’m a virgin”. 

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I brushed my hair into its usual part, making sure I looked flawless. The year was 1976, I was a senior in Highschool. It was a wonderful time to be a teenager, no longer afraid that my friends would die in Vietnam. Even in my dinky little Washington town, the culture was becoming our own. 

The Led Zeppelin record playing on my record player stopped suddenly, alerting me that I was no longer alone in my room. I turned, my expression soft as I saw my boyfriend, Edward.

“Whats up with you and this album? Everytime I come in, its always House of Th Holy on repeat.” I rolled my eyes, lifted the record in question off of the tray, and put it back snuggly in its case. 

“I can’t help it, Ed. Robert just speaks to me. I’m sure you’re like that with Louis Armstrong.” I waved my hand, walking back to my mirror to finish getting ready. 

“Maybe, but the music you listen to it’s...” Edward paused for a moment, sitting on my bed. “It’s suggestive, Y/N.” I turned to him, my eyebrow raised.

“Suggestive? What’s that supposed to mean?” I placed my hands on my hips, and waited for him to explain.

“Well, for one that one song says ‘Sipping booze’, I quite think that is blatant alcohol reference.” I looked at him, dumbfounded. Then, I started to laugh, and I walked over to him. Instinctually, he pushed his head into my chest, enjoying the comfort it brought him. 

“I love you, but god are we from two different Mars.” He chuckled, sending a rumble through my chest.

At school, I was an average kid. Fair grades, many friends, many ex friends. When Edward was paired up with me in math, I got through his cold, stone skin. At first, he was annoyed when I would fuck off, leaving him to do the work himself. Understandable, and once I realized how rude I was, I stopped. I talked to him, prodded him truthfully. I would ask him once we started dating if he had noticed me previously, because I had never noticed him. 

“Yes, I noticed that you were the only one who didn’t acknowledge me. Ironic I guess.” 

A year into our relationship, I would never let him go unnoticed. We walked the halls, hand in hand. Our outlooks were so different when it came to life. He was modest, I was free spirited. Edward was different from my boyfriends previously, I didn’t want to fuck things up, and I refused to even risk it. 

School went slowly that day, possibly because my head was focused on what I would ask Edward, my boyfriend of one year, about sex. About us and sex. 

I hadn’t told him that I wasn’t a virgin, I was worried he would only want a virgin girl, after all they can never look at you disappointed and say “I’ve had better.” A definite plus. Many a nights I tried to imagine him, moaning completely under my control. I wanted him, but I didn’t know if he wanted me. Surely in 50 years he had found a good fuck. I worried that he would be into someone else, forever tied to a vampiress. 

The end of the school day couldn’t have come sooner, my anxiety rising as I got into Edwards car, starting a long silent car ride. I tried to keep my mind off of it, an attempt to avoid the conversation until we were at my house. I kept my mind busy with the lush scenery outside of the passenger side window. 

“So... I know you want to ask me, and I know the answers to what I would ask you.” He said blatantly, putting the car in park outside my front lawn. 

“I don’t wanna talk out here Ed, lets go inside.” I swung my bag onto my shoulder. Thats the thing with Edward, I never have to say anything, just as long as I think it. 

My house was empty, making it easy for Edward to follow me upstairs to my room. I shut my door behind us, then turned to him. Unsure of what to say, I breathed in deeply.

“How long have you known that I wasn’t...you know?” He smiled, sitting on my plush navy sheets. 

“Y/N, I knew before I met you what I was getting into. Your ex had a lot of thoughts about that one night where you guys-” 

“Oh my god okay ew.” A blush rose upon my face, and I saw Edward laugh as he watched my body fill with embarassment. “Well why didn’t you say something?” I asked.

“I figured if it needed to be brought up, it would be. You and I aren’t exactly a physical couple so I didn’t worry too much.” I walked over to my bed, taking a seat next to him.

“I see...I mean it wouldn’t be a big deal for me so if you want to...” I bit my lip at him, his gaze turned to the other direction.

“Thing is, I’m a virgin.” My expression went from a seductive look, to a puzzled one. I wondered if I had heard him correctly. “I’m old school, Y/N. It wasn’t like how it is now when I was human. People didn’t just have sex in highschool, unless they were married because the man was off to war. So, it hasn’t been on the menu for me. You’re the first girl I’ve dated in fifty years, you know. And no, there was no vampiress or anything.” I smiled.

“Well, I don’t wanna scare you or push it or anything. It’s just you know-” 

“You want to touch me, to be touched by me.” his eyes trailed back to mine, looking deep into my soul.

“Yes, I want you, Edward.” I pressed my lips to his, pulling away jut as it got intense. I could feel his disappointment. “I want to...but I can’t let you down. Tomorrow night. I’ll call you and we can talk about everything we want out of it, I’ll give you a fucking fairytale, my love” I chuckled.

I called him that night as I had said I would. We talked about my first time, and everything I liked, followed by what he had seen on video, what he wanted to try, and his fears.

“I don’t want to kill you, darling.” He said.

“Then don’t. I won’t let you.” He laughed at me, enjoying my lack of seriousness.

The next night rolled along with a quick pace. I looked at the clock and saw that it was time for me to start getting ready. 

I made myself look simple, a small bit of makeup and hair product, but otherwise just a tank top and jeans. Sometimes, dating an old fashioned guy was a pain in the ass. Always complaining about suggestive behavior. But other times, my shoulders counted as being half nude.

“You look stunning, as per usual.” Edward said, stepping into my room. He was tense and barely moved. “I don’t know what to do..what usually happens with it if I’m not the one doing everything.”

If he had any blood flow, he would have been blushing right about then.

“We don’t have to do anything you know. We can just lay down and watch a movie if you want to, I just want to make you happy, Edward.” I walked over to him and put a strand of his messy auburn hair behind his ear. Without hesitation, he pressed his forehead to mine.

“I want to, thats the part that’s been eating me away ever since I met you. I want to make you feel good, I just don’t know if I’ll lose it and-“ I cut him off with a kiss.

“Even if you break my pelvis into pieces, I’ll still be happy. I’m always happy when I’m with you.” we both smiled, and suddenly the thick tension that once filled the room vanished. “I’ll take care of you tonight, just as long as you’re doing it for you. I just need to know you’re doing this for you, and you need to be sure you wont roll over afterwards and hate me.” I said, my hand clasped in his marble one.

“I want you, Y/N. I have no doubts that I’ll want you afterwards, too.”

I pushed his head down, level to my own. Our kiss was deep, filled with a years worth of hunger. My hands tugged on his hair, making him whimper. Suddenly, I felt my feet lift off the ground as Edward carried me to my bed. With a soft thump, the plush sheets surrounded my body. It was a contrast of warmth on my back, and Edwards cool body on my top.

His hands were balled into fists, clutching my duvet as if his life depended on it. I pulled away, panting for air.

“Sorry, I forget you need air.” He smirked. I rolled my eyes in response.

“Well, its a shame you don’t. Because I intend on taking your breath away.” we both made small laughs at my remark.

“What now?” He looked at me for guidance.

“Get on your back.” I said.

We switched positions, he was now on the bottom. My legs straddled his torso, I sight he visably enjoyed. I slithered my hands up to his head, cupping his face as I kissed him again. My left hand left its post, reaching down to the buttons on his shirt.

I paused, looking up at him once I got to the last button.

“Does it...work like normal or...” He threw his head back and laughed.

“It doesn’t have spikes, I can assure you its just like a humans. But Emmet did tell me to pull out so...I’m kind of worried about the implications of that but-“ I leaned down to shut him up with a kiss.

His hands were still at his side, resting on the bed. I picked up his wrists, and placed them on the side of my thighs. He squeezed them lightly.

My hands roamed over his bare chest, cool to the touch. I lached my lips onto his neck, causing his back to arch below me. I could feel his excitement beneath me, it gave me a big self esteem boost. His hand reached along my waist, tugging at my shirt. His eyes lit up at the sight of my bare chest. He reached for me but I pulled away to slide down onto my knees.

He looked confused, like I had left him high and dry.

“Sit on the edge.” I said softly, my knees burning slightly due to the rough carpet underneath them.

He rid himself of the unbottoned shirt, slidding over to me once finished. My hands slowly stroked his thighs, he was desperate for some type of touch.

I smiled, tugging on his belt until it came undone. He stayed silent, looking at me like I was the only thing in the world. I unbottoned the trousers, tugging on them. He kicked them off and was left in his breifs.

“Is it okay if I..” I looked up at him and he nodded frantically. I palmed him over his underwear, feeling how hard he had gotten from kissing. My fingers latched onto the waist band, pulling them down to reveal a pale yet pink cock. It wasn’t too big, but deffinitley satisfactory. I ran my finger over the tip, earning a small groan from the vampire. My eyes trailed up to him, so I could see him when I took him in my mouth.

He let out a breathy moan, eyes focused on my mouth. His lips were parted ever so slightly. I bobbed my head, and grotesquely sexual sounds arose from my throat. I felt Edward move a strant of hair out of my face, he looked at me like I was a god.

“Fuck..Y/N if you keep doing that there wont be anything for you, dear” He said in a breathy moan. I pulled back, my mouth feeling sore and tired. “Do you still want to?” He asked, grasping his hands on my waist.

“Yes, I fucking need you.” I threw off my jeans, I would worry about finding them later, I needed him. He layed back down, propping his head up on my pillows. Our lips collided in another kiss as I leveled myself with him.

“Are you sure?” I ask him, stroking his hard member.

“I’m sure.” He pecked my lips again as I got ontop of his lean figure. I spat in my hand, lubing up my needy hole.

“How do you want me to do this? I mean like slow? What do-“ He said with genuine worry.

“Fuck me like you want people to know” I whispered, “ Fuck me like you want the entire neighborhood to know that I’m yours and yours only.”

“I can make that happen, love.” He flipped me over, now being back to where we first started. He lined up his cock with my hole, running it around the tight area. I put my fingers in his hair, making a slight tug as he pushed into my body.

Pleasure filled my body as he filled me up, his cock stretched my insides in the right ways. Without pausing, he started to push his hips into mine, making sure not to hurt me.

He reached down to suck on my neck, adding to the pornagraphic moans in the room. My hands travled to his back, scratching my nails down the cold stone like skin. His moans echoed in my ear.

“Y/N, I can’t be on top I’m going to crush you” I laughed at him, tapping his side so he fell onto the bed. I swung my legs over him, sitting on his perfect cock.

“Perfect, fucking amazing.” He said as I steady myself onto him. His face was in a euphoric expression, the most relaxed I had ever seen him.

I began to rock my hips, sliding him in and out of me. His hands grabbed onto my hips, guiding me. Everything was a euphoric experience. My gut filled with that wonderful sensation.

“Edward I’m gonna cum, oh my god” I moaned out, picking up my pace.

Suddenly, the world went still. My eyes went black and I saw stars as my orgasm washed over me. My moans echoed in the room as my body twitched. A few thrusts up into my body and Edward pulled out of me, rubbing his cum out onto his hand.

I layed there panting while he sped to the bathroom, and came back with a clean cloth, wiping down my body. He put the cloth down, pulling up his underwear and handing me mine. I slipped the fabric on, slipping under the covers.

“Get in here, I wanna kiss you”

He laughed, obeying and slipping beside me. Our lips reunited in a soft clash.

“I love you so much, dear.”