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guillotinesandroses · 2 months ago

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HIII omg i literally love you thank you so much for answering my previous ask (i feel so bad for doing this rn but i got another odd prompt) so what if we swap what we did for the previous one and it’s individual upper moon reactions finding out you’ve become human again (so like adding on to the previous) feel free to ignore or answer whenever you like!!

Note: Very cool concept! Haven't seen this done before, so I had fun trying to figure out the logistics of it :] For now I decided to just write the six main upper moons since doing too many all at once gets kinda draining and annoying to edit lol. I'll do the other demons if someone asks me to.

This one can be read as platonic or romantic. Reader is still implied to be mentally around the same age as the characters, though.

Characters: Kokushibo, Douma, Akaza, Hantengu, Gyokko, Gyutaro

Content Warnings: Blood, injury, gore, cannibalism, murder, canon typical violence and themes, morally fucked up reader to varying degrees depending on the character in question

Editing notes: This has not been edited yet.

Remnants of the Past

Kokushibo

> Upon sighting your figure fleeing towards him, all six of his eyes blink open in surprise. Blood pours out of open wounds, your breath comes out ragged wheezes, and you collapse when you see him. He appears beside your writhing form in a flash. His worried, racing heart hides beneath his cold and calm exterior as he examines your wounds. He receives no answer when he tries to interrogate your shocked self, but he soon feels as if he needs none.

> The flesh of your arm is far too soft for a demon, the skin lacks any of its usual markings, and your blood smells... unmistakably human. All of the comfort he had found in knowing you were indestructible shatters. His attention turns to the culprit finally showing itself, a demon slayer of seemingly normal stature. However, the sword of this human is far from common, curving a way fit more for piercing rather than slicing. He makes fast work of the slayer- who was admittedly rather powerful- before going back to tending to you.

> From the few answers he managed to squeeze out of the cocky eyesore of a slayer, he gathered that this was a new remedy that was being worked on. The fact that it worked on an upper rank such as yourself was worrying, but it should not be anything to get too concerned about. There should not be any need to examine your injuries, so he ignores your snarky comment about him making you wait. Instead of giving it the time of the day, he holds you up to inject his blood back into your body. He does his best not to pay any mind to the fret constricting his lungs as the dark liquid courses through your bloodstream.

> However, he cannot pretend not to notice when the mass amounts of blood he has poured into you shows to have no effect at all. When you shift around in discomfort, he reprimands you for allowing a slayer to catch you off guard. You try to strike back with sarcasm as you usually do, but shut your mouth when he threatens you into staying still. At the end of the day, his orders demand absolute obedience, and your close relationship does not change that. Eventually he has to give up and admit that his efforts are producing no results; he needs to take a different approach and meet with his lordship.

> Normally he would trust you to survive on your own. Now he hovers over you, much to your annoyance. Even so, he cannot help himself. Humans are so fragile. Although demon slayers unaware of your past would leave you alone now, regular humans and wild animals have turned into real threats instead.

> Every nerve in his body screams, terrified that this could be permanent. Still, he remains calm on the surface as he patches up your wounds the old fashioned way. He knows all too well how vulnerable the human physique is, treating you with more grace than one would handle a porcelain doll with. The irritated twitches of your mouth do not go unnoticed by him, he understands why you would hate being considered weak. Even so, he also knows you are grateful for his care from your bashful, averted eyes and the gentle manner you hold his hand in when he helps you up.

> On your way to the agreed meeting place, a lone demon slayer crosses your path. This is of no concern at all, though the man harshly questions why a human would hang around a demon. Kokushibo cleaves out the slayer's heart in a swift and uncaring movement. Your expression did not as much as shift at the man's accusations, much to Kokushibo's delight. This newfound humanity has not changed your resolve, which his lordship would hopefully take into account when considering your fate.

> Luckily, in spite of your seemingly permanent human form, his lordship opts to keep you alive. A poison such as this is a definite threat, but by examining your body he should be able to find an antidote to reverse its effects. Until then, you are to remain in the Infinity Castle for safekeeping and experimentation purposes. Frustrated and longing to gain back your stronger form, you agree to the arrangement. An immediate sense of relief brushes over him the second your safety is guaranteed.

> He does not hide this from his lordship, thoroughly satisfied with the end result to these unfortunate circumstances. Although his lordship disapproves of this warm relationship between the two of you, viewing it as a hindrance at most, there is no questioning the loyalty either one of you has shown to him. You may not be as punctual or absorbed in his lordship's goals as Kokushibo is, but in not a single corner of your mind do you hold a wish to disobey him. The hierarchies of demons may not matter to you, but you have never gone against them either, holding a strange form of optimism for the future of the species.

> He may not be able to fully understand you, but he knows that in his many centuries, thousands of things have slipped past his fingers. You are the only one he managed to grab a hold of. The idea of your death sends shudders running up his immortal spine, something he only realized upon witnessing your newfound vulnerability. Perhaps lamenting on past mistakes is worthless, but he now regrets allowing you to fight on your own. As much as conceals his thoughts, your snarky comments and oddly hopeful smiles fill his heart with a rare sense of delight. Regardless of what the future may bring forth, he will not repeat his mistakes; you will remain alive by his side.

Douma

> His colorful eyes widen in confusion when you rush past the treeline towards his temple. You collapse onto your knees in front of him, but he does not even get the chance to tease you for the action. A demon slayer jumps out of the forest, and he blocks the hunter's blade with one of his golden fans. In spite of the slayer's confidence and genuine skill, Douma emerges victorious from the battle. This is largely due to you shouting at him to actually dodge the blades just this once instead of reveling in his masochistic tendencies.

> When he is done and turns to you, he completely understands that something is truly wrong here. By now your bleeding should have stopped, you should not even have a scar left on your body as a demon of your rank. Without warning, he strikes a hole into your bicep with one of his razor-sharp claws. You grit your teeth as the crimson liquid flows through you and await the usual surge of strength that comes with demonic blood transfusions. However, your condition shows no improvement at all as the minutes pass, and soon he is forced to give up his efforts.

> Thoroughly amused, he giggles before asking you for more details. The poison's effects are rather concerning when you explain them to him; you have been turned fully human again. As hilarious as he finds this predicament, he does bring you to one of his cultists who is more informed on mortal medicine. The whole way through he teases and bugs you, but at least his presence ensures that the cultist does not dare slack off while treating your wounds. You are the one who needs to insists going to Kibutsuji with the information on this new poison, he would have much rather kept you all to himself as a cute little human-demon. Being on the way to meet with the Demon Lord does not make him lessen his antics at all, though.

> The moment you glance away distracted, sharp teeth sink into your shoulder and you jump. Lips suckle at the flesh, drinking up the warm blood. You grunt and roll your eyes, shoving your fingers into his. He yelps at first but like the little freak that he is, allows the noise to turn into a delighted gasp right after. You do your best to ignore him when sighs with glee, red liquid running down his lips as he explains in detail how he wishes you would dig your way into his mind with those dull nails of yours.

> Suddenly, cutting him off, a pair of arms wrap around you and swoop you away from your infuriating partner in crime. You demand that the slayer put you down, only for him to exclaim that he will protect you with his friend. Douma laughs so hard his back arches and he has to grip his sides not to fall over. You almost feel bad for the two humans for how insistent they were in shielding you. Soon enough the slayers have been taken care of and he pokes at you, chastising you for not thanking him even though he has saved you twice today already.

> Closing your eyes, you try to ignore his taunts. This comes with ease until he brings up the pity in your eyes when he killed the two demons slayers. He coos as your eyes snap open again, twirling one of your accessories around his finger. How pure of heart you must be to feel even for such foolish creatures. Perhaps being human suits you better. Besides, he quite likes your newfound vulnerability, it's so adorable!

> Though it must also be so burdensome, maybe he should relieve you of that suffering and pain. He does not even get the full suggestion of devouring you out of his mouth before you shoot it down. Even so, he just laughs off your rejection, smiling bright with empty eyes like he always does. Once again he reminds you that pitying the weak only makes them weaker in the same way allowing them to believe foolish things does. Not in the mood for this kind of conversation, you change the topic and try to retain your sanity during the trip.

> The King of Demons is more than displeased at the discovery of this new poison. Even his own blood cannot reverse the effects of this toxin. Irritated to have lost one of his most powerful servants, he demands to experiment on you until he finds a way to undo it. Obviously, you have to agree and Douma oh so graciously offers to watch over you while you are in this vulnerable state. Despite your irritation, you agree to the arrangement; locking your whereabouts down to a specific place makes transporting you easier for Nakime.

> Arriving back at the temple, Douma urges you to have some sake and describe how it tastes and affects you with your human biology. You decline, calling him out on just wanting to get you drunk to see you make a fool of yourself. Giggling off the accusation, he whines over you being no fun at all. In spite of all his talk, he gulps down the ineffective alcohol and stays by your side for hours. Although he may do his best to act insufferable to draw reactions from you, he does not want you to die.

> After death, there is nothing; you stop feeling, your heart stops, and your brain stops. He does not want you to rot. If you rot, there will be no one he can talk to so openly. In spite of your supposed apathy, you neither hate, judge nor revere him. Such a person- one capable of accepting him as he is- is difficult to find even among demons, and he is not ready to let go of this kind of treasure just yet.

Akaza

> His eyes widen at the unlikely sight- his rival, primary sparring fighter, one of the worthiest opponents he has ever faced- runs through the woods, wounded and out of breath. Bright blood pours out of your body onto the white snow as your legs give out. What an utterly disgraceful picture, Akaza thinks and scrunches his nose. Before he can berate you for letting yourself get into this condition, a nichirin sword almost sinks into his forearm. He grabs said appendage and sends the demon slayer flying.

> Although the slayer proves faster than most, proven by how he landed on his feet, he gets defeated soon enough. Akaza raises a brow when he turns to you. By now your injuries should be long gone, yet you still pant and wheeze as you try to keep your guts from spilling out. He walks over but freezes halfway through. Your blood smells... human.

> Used to containing his hunger, he ignores the saliva gathering on his tongue. Against his will, his heart squeezes in worry as he crouches next to you. He does not wait for an explanation, unpleasant memories reaching for the surface. Pushing his finger into one of your wounds with furrowed brows, he assures you that you will survive, mind not truly present in the moment. He has the cure this time, he can save...

> ...Who can he save? That does not matter, he will save the sickly person before him at any cost. The haze in his eyes grows into desperation as no amount of blood seems to work. So, he forces in more and more blood. You will be cured, no matter how long he must remain by your side, no matter what he has to do!

> You are the one who needs to push him away. This is not accomplishing anything, all it does is hurt more. Even after pulling his hand away, he refuses to leave your side. Raising an eyebrow at his strange amount of concern, you tell him if he wants to help, he should go and get some bandages. He performs the request in an instant, moving you around to wrap with a mixture of gentleness and frantic fear.

> He remains at your beck and call even after having taken you to cave before sunrise. Tireless, he keeps checking on your bandages and wellbeing, keeping you warm in the cold weather. You nearly managed to give him a heart attack by stepping out of the cave into the sunlight, entranced by feeling it on your skin after so long. He tries not to think about how angelic you seem in its glow, light shimmering like fireworks in the ice that covers the trees. Truly, he should kill you for having become so weak again... but he knows too well he never could.

> These thoughts grow worse when nightfall arrives and you prepare to meet with the Demon Lord. Akaza comes up with as many excuses as he can for keeping you around. Even humans can become strong, you could become worth fighting again. Besides, this should not be permanent. No, regardless of whether you get turned to a demon again or not- a worthless thought to consider since you surely will be- this weakness of yours must be temporary. That means you are worth keeping around, you will be allowed to live, he tells himself and hopes his master will agree.

> Akaza's anxiety reaches its peak when kneeling before the King of Demons beside you. He would pray for this transformation to work if that would have any effect on it at all, but he is certain whatever gods may have existed abandoned him long ago. Your persisting human form makes him even more certain of this. At least Kibutsuji allowed you to live even if only as a test subject for now, it is your only way of becoming a demon again after all. In spite of that small success, Akaza's heart aches even after leaving the Infinity Castle. If the effects of this poison are permanent, you will grow old and die.

> Although the pain of that reality would be unbearable, you remain blissfully unaware of Akaza's internal conflict. Allowing the snowflakes to melt on your warm skin, you find yourself entranced by the pillowy sky. The cold water floating down, sticking to your lashes and rushing down your forces that sense of humanity further into your veins. Concerned, he asks you about your sudden quietness, unnerved by your absent eyes in the wintry atmosphere. When you respond, he almost wishes he had not asked. Being human again has brought back memories of your past with an unpleasant intensity.

> He swallows, knowing a demon's own memories are far easier to control, to push down and forget. Although your past remains for the most part a mystery to him, he loathes to think of his own. Something within his heart shifts, much to his chagrin. He truly should not feel this way, should not feel the urge to protect someone so weak. Your death would only be a natural, fitting, and expected turn of events. Even so, he finds himself hovering near you far more often than he would like to admit.

Hantengu

> When you emerge from the treeline running for your life, he shrieks and scrambles off on all four limbs. Surely the threat must be great if it has sent someone like you running, right? Eventually he has to slow down but to his surprise when he glances back, no one is behind him. Neither you nor whatever was following you are anywhere near him. He hesitates before sneaking back, yelping at the sight that awaits him.

> Initially he hides further behind the tree, trembling, but then whispers to the assailant. What gives the slayer the right to bully and wrong the weak? How cruel to hurt someone so innocent. The demon slayer lowers the sword from your neck and smirks, claiming it is a lucky day, two high ranked demons gone in mere minutes! Upper Four trembles at the words and insists he deserves pity but as he predictably gains none, a battle breaks out.

> After his clones are done, he peeks out from his hiding place. Creeping forth cautiously, he shakes as he realizes you still have yet to heal. Sekido tells his original self to pull himself together, that kind of cowering pisses him off. Karaku licks his lips as he takes in your pained wheezes, making an inappropriate comment on them. Urogi lets out a gleeful laugh in agreement, finding your suffering amusing, but Aizetsu disagrees.

> Such a poor thing you are, something is clearly very wrong. Zohakuten scoffs from the sidelines, going on about unjust villains tormenting the weak. Yes, this is a type of situation his entire being is quite familiar with. Such a poison's existence is a scary though, turning into an even weaker creature than he already is makes him shudder in terror! Thankfully, there is an easy cure for your predicament... or at least he thought there was.

> He quakes in fear, trying to calm himself as your condition shows no sings of improvement. Oh, no, perhaps his weakling blood simply is too pure to induce a transformation! He truly apologizes, even though it is not his fault in any way! He is far too pathetic, you see, so you must have pity and forgive him! You brush him off, too delirious to get fully annoyed and tell him to get in contact with the Demon Lord.

> Helpful and considerate as always, he gets around to doing that right away! However, as he does so, a group of demon slayers suddenly attacks him and claims they are saving you. He screeches and cries, begging for them have mercy on his feeble self, but it is all for nothing. Although he takes care of most of them on his own, you still have to finish the last one by whacking her upside the head with a fallen branch. You snarkily remark that you have to still do everything around here yourself, allowing the stick to crash into the dirt.

> He gives a quivering smile, saying that a gentle soul like him would be nothing without a partner like you. The rest of the trip to the castle goes by swiftly, as does the meeting. His lord examines you and he tries his best not upset the Demon King. The thought of doing so rattles his very core, his entire being! Unfortunately, nothing can be done for your condition, how scary!

> That could have been him if he were not better prepared! To him, it is simply another thing to get jumpy over. The thought of losing his invincibility sure is horrifying. Luckily, it was you and not him! You are not particularly appreciative of these comments but stick beside him either way, and he is oh, so grateful for that!

> Cruel as the world may be, at least it blessed him with a friend who owns a heart as kind and sensitive as his! Kibutsuji utilizes this predicament as a way to urge Upper Four out of his shell more often. He wants his 'protector' to be able to defend him again, does he not? It works and he actually does pick up the slack, growing a little bolder than usual. You better be grateful, he is putting his own frail skin on the line here! He will not go much further than this though... or perhaps he will, considering the type of person that you are.

> He is a virtuous and kind man after all... maybe it's time to return the favor. You have protected him quite often and stood up for him, defending his word against the brutes who dare doubt his integrity. Truly, you are a gracious and understanding hero, a saint among throes of garbage. Yes, this could work out. You may not be able to shield him physically anymore, but you'll keep sticking up for your fragile, vulnerable old pal, won't you, former demon?

Gyokko

> Normally he would scowl at and maul whoever interrupted him while he was enraptured by the dance of the muses. However, this time the disruption to his creative process came from his most devoted fan. No great artist could possibly look past the call of loyal admirer. So, he turns around only to bear witness to the most glorious art piece. You lay before him, blood pouring out into a puddle below you.

> As you scramble and fail to get back onto your feet, your hands slip from beneath you, failing to support your rupturing body. The vermilion splashes over your arms, coating them like paint. He urges you to stay still with a gleeful grin, praising the aesthetic and elegant display you have brought before him. Those splotches of crimson and maroon contrast with your skin tone in the most gorgeous and refined manner! He must capture these most sublime shades into the piece of art they deserve to be.

> However, before he can do so another disruption, this time utterly unwelcome, springs before him. Only because of your warning, he was able to dodge the strange blade slicing at him. Infuriated, he lashed out and attacked until the demon slayer was torn to shreds. What a poor and uncultured cockroach, that one took atrociously long to die! Now the maggot resembles its true, inferior form more accurately.

> He hums in delight at thought of another beautiful masterpiece created by his godly hands. Truly, that worthless lower life form should be grateful for having been made into a sculpture worth existing. Though one thing still troubles him, a mere ordinary human should not have been able to bring you, strong and beautiful, to your knees. He finds the answer in your marred features, a horrendous and disgusting truth. The fine art that once was your demon markings have been washed away.

> In place of the formerly superior and chosen being resided a mortal. Vulnerable and pathetic, wounded and brutalized as all humans should be, yet his guts churned at the gory visual. Rather than relishing in the bloodshed, his throat dried like that of a fish tasting surface air for the first unfortunate time. If someone like you could so easily be twisted back into this horrid form, could he or his lord be corrupted in such a way? What an uncomfortable thought, he shakes it off to his best ability.

> To truly rid himself of it, he pushes his blood into your injuries. Soon enough you will be back. Perhaps much weaker and therefore less worthy, but you will be back nonetheless. Then he will have no need to burden himself with such thoughts any longer. However, no amount of extra blood seems to be causing any resemblance of change within your physique.

> No, this could not possibly be! Not his admirer, one of the very few intelligent and cultured enough to see the beauty in all of his art! Why, out of all the useless maggots crawling this earth, did you have to suffer in this way? Oh, how cruel the world is, to take away his muse, the one whose ideas were actually worth considering. He should create a vase inspired by this unsightly transformation, as soon as possible.

> However, undoing this nonsense takes priority on his to-do list. You were not meant to be a mere human, a weakling, a creature headed for death since its creation. So, he brings you to the mightiest being in the whole universe, the Lord of Demons! If his lordships's might cannot fix you, nothing in this world can. This should be an easy feat... or so Gyokko assumes.

> Upon witnessing your persisting mortality, conflict stirs in his brilliant mind. This is still you- ethereal, art-loving, inspiring you- but you are now horribly human. Even as you take the form of lesser being, he is fond of you. However, your existence needs to be refined again, and someone must now make sure your fragile form does not crumble, leading to your untimely demise! He is not sure he can handle that, his chest is already painfully tight from all this worrying, you see!

> Though it is as they say, beauty is pain, no? Usually he much rather prefers the pain of others, but he is not too picky. An artist must be open to new options, interpretations, and sources of inspiration! You will continue to be his muse, and he will create art that will go down in history. Surely you would not disagree with this arrangement... even if he asks you for just a few drops of your delightful, easily staining mortal blood, right?

Gyutaro

> Your bloodied footfalls echo in the halls of one of the Entertainment District's largest buildings. They splatter against the wooden floors and you heave with desperation. Only after reaching the one demon near enough to help, you allow yourself to collapse into the closest wall. His eyes widen in shock as he tries to ask what the hell happened to you. All you tell him is to not get cut before your strength fades.

> He does not get the chance to shake you back to reality or question your ominous words. His sickles deflect an oncoming, oddly curved blade on instinct. A battle ensues and all he can gather in the heat of the moment is that this slayer is guilty for your current condition. He keeps your words in mind and goes on to win. After putting the dots together, it is blatantly obvious that you were poisoned in a way that rendered you far more vulnerable than usual.

> He tries to keep his voice steady as he crouches down before you. To his horror, your body reeks of blood, human blood. It is not excess from the slayers or other humans, it is your own. With a sharp breath, his gaze darts around before grabs a proper hold of you. Berating you for being so stupid as to let yourself get cut by a sword obviously containing poison, he injects an irrational amount of his blood into your veins.

> As it shows no sign of working, his breath quickens as he tries to shake you in a weak attempt to make the blood course through your body as it should. You groan in discomfort and tell him to just help with patching up the wounds. Although he complains, he does so with brows furrowed in worry and frustration. As soon as the bandages are in place, you begin to move together to get to a human doctor. You have to act as the brains for now, since his panicked scrambling is not exactly the most helpful thing.

> The ways he scratches himself in with the hand not supporting you are also concerning, even with his demonic physique. So, you ask for more support to get him to stop. Meanwhile, a million thoughts race through his mind as he holds you in a grip far too tight, as if you may crumble away if he eases up. The scales need to be balanced more, he thinks while holding back the urge to rip and tear at his skin once again. Once he gets his hands on the rest of those demons slayers, he swears they will never forget who it was that sent them into the afterlife.

> Now, this time it seems lady luck decided to stand by his side. He will get to do what he does best sooner than expected; he will collect what is due. A group of demon slayers comes along and tries to start a fight with him. However, before he even gets the chance to strike back, you step in with a well-concealed mischievous glint in your eyes. With your new, obvious human appearance, you step forward as well as you can and scold them for judging your dear friend.

> He is no demon, he is your dear partner, who is currently being so kind as to help you recover from your surgery. They should be ashamed of themselves for jumping to conclusions like that! With your stern voice and convincing, confident act, the slayers end up apologizing, much to Gyutaro's amusement. As soon as the inexperienced swordsmen turn around with their guards down, you give him the go ahead to strike. After finishing them off with his usual ruthlessness, he tells you the act was unnecessary.

> You hum in agreement but at first offer no response aside from a chuckle. When you ask him so sweetly if he can blame you for wanting to contribute, he breaks out in uncontained, delighted laughter. In spite of the cruel situation, this atmosphere persists for a while as you prepare to inform the Demon Lord of this development. As your injuries begin to weigh down on you once again and you quiet down to spare energy, familiar, uneasy thoughts creep into his head. You sure are charismatic... and persuasive... and beautiful.

> If you had met when you were humans, surely you would not have spared even a glance into his direction. Only in these twisted circumstances did he even have a chance at knowing a person like you. Even now, this sense of companionship was almost ripped away from him. Nowadays he is so used to having the control he lacked through all of his youth. Still, today was a grim reminder that the world is more than eager to try to rip it all away from him, everything he has managed to claw into his hands with blood and sweat.

> There is much more he needs to do still, reasons to get stronger. Especially after the Demon King's failure to turn you again, he knows he must keep his guard up. With poisons like that, his sister's life is on the line as well. Your invincibility already shattered, but he refuses to let it burn to ashes. Even as the world seems to quiet down once more, he will continue to work hard and ensure there is nothing in this world for you to fear.

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honey-flustered · 9 months ago

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Kinktober Day 10: Chastity

Pre-Serum!Steve Rogers x Dark!Nun!Reader

Summary: What if you convinced Steve Rogers to never become thee Captain America and instead remain a virgin loser for your entertainment.

Warnings: 18+ smut, male chastity device, dom!reader, kissing, reader rides dildo, mutual orgasm, manipulation, some fluff and angst, body insecurities (steve)

You held his head against your bosom, stroking his hair. His arms are tight around your body yet respectful not to linger anywhere inappropriate, tears soaking through the material of your robe.

Steve hates being so vulnerable in front of anyone other than his best friend, Bucky. It’s already bad enough that’s ‘the little guy’ so everyone expects that of him. But somehow you were able to break down his walls. Maybe it’s because of the maternal nature you possess or that you hadn’t laughed at him when he’d told you that he has never been with a woman. Either way he’s found some comfort in you.

You tug on the hair at the back of his neck; bringing his tear-stained face back to your gentle, smiling one. He looks up at you with unshed tears that make his eyes spark from the dim spotlight within the confessional.

“Oh, Stevie,” You coo, stroking a thumb over his cheek. “You should know that there is always a place for you here in our church. And you don’t have to change anything about yourself in order to be happy. God made you in his image and he makes no mistakes.”

“Then, why? Why do I feel so wrong?” He sniffles, wanting to pull away from you despite the crammed booth having little space for either of you to part. Still, you press into him; his back against the wall. “M-maybe Project Rebirth is a sign from God. It could be good for me. I can finally be a hero.”

You take his delicate hands in yours, locking your fingers together and holding them in between your bodies. “You are wonderfully and fearfully made, Steven. That Project Rebirth you speak of is unnatural. A serum that makes people stronger? Sounds like a disaster waiting to happen. Join our church. Stay with me.”

Your cinnamon breath tickles the surface of his lips as you part your arms slightly, leaning in closer, fingers still interlocked.

“But what about giving our country a fighting chance? What about duty? Saving lives?” He asks. “Doesn’t any of that matter?”

“Of course,” You say. “But that shouldn’t be for you to worry about. You can still save lives here. Maybe not in the conventional ways but it’ll be just as important.”

“And how about the way I look? I want to know what love is like. To have a woman I can call my own and marry her. I can’t have that if no woman has ever looked my way. I-I’ll never know the sweet bliss of…” Steve hopes to choose his words carefully, not wanting to offend a holy woman such as yourself. “Being intimate with a woman. My friend Bucky tells me all about it and I could only dream of it. He does a lot of things I can only dream of, in fact.“

“If strength and intimacy is what you seek, then I can show you a much more honorable and godly way of obtaining it without having to inject any questionable substances into your bloodstream.“

“What is it?” He asks, almost pleading, “I’ll do whatever it takes in order to find my purpose. I’ll be good.”

“Oh, I know you will, Steven,” You lap your tongue across his lips receiving a gasp from him. His lips, now parted, allow you to dip your tongue into his mouth, licking his tongue and teeth before parting ways. “Your virginity is your best asset.”

“I don’t understand.” A single tear streams down his cheek, feeling as if he’s at his wits end.

“Steven, I’m going to show you just how strong you can be, just as you are now, by playing to your strengths,” You explain. “Chastity. It’s strength in resilience. If you practice it long enough, you won’t feel the need to desire such trivial things like glory and sex. Desire is of the flesh and that’s ungodly. But I have faith in you, Steven. I know you’ll resist the urge to be enveloped in the inner walls of a woman ever in your life.”

“Ever?” He pouts.

“Ever,” You echo, breathing against his neck. “But you can still feel really good.”

“W-where do we begin?” He asks softly, body involuntarily arching when your thick thighs straddle his skinny leg.

“We’ll begin your first lesson now,” Your hands slip beneath his shirt, lightly scratching his happy trail. “Let’s get you to my room.”

You exit the confessional and Steve mourns the loss of your warmth against him. With your hand outstretched you wait for him to take it. Once he does, you lead him around the convent. At the door to your room, you scan around the area to assure there isn’t anyone around before you’re pulling him inside by the collar.

“Have a seat.” You purr and he obeys.

You rummage through your drawer, retrieving a male chastity cage with a dildo attachment and holding it up for him to see.

“Is that meant for me?” He asks, cowering a little.

“Yes, sweet boy, you’ll wear it and then you’ll get to fuck me with it on. You won’t ever actually get to be inside me but it’ll still feel really good.” You drop down on your knees at the edge of your bed, tugging his pants and underwear down.

He’s semi-hard, blushing when your eyes land on his cock.

“It’s so pretty, Steven. I wish I could taste you.” You admit, receiving a quiet mewl from him.

You take him in your hands hurriedly lock his member into the device. It’s a snug fit for him, uncomfortable as his penis had no room to swell. You kiss his thighs before crawling over him onto the bed and your mouth meets his in messy kisses. He’s sloppy because he is inexperienced at kissing and you’re sloppy because you truly desire him and have no patience to slow down.

You break away with a lingering suck of his tongue before you start removing clothing. His heart beats rapidly as he watches you. It’s not long before your bare breasts are exposed to him and all you’re left in is your black lace panties and matching garter and stockings.

“You’re breathtaking.” Steve gasps, wanting to reach a hand to touch you but he wanted your permission first. Reading his mind, you take one of his hands and bring it to cup your breast.

“It’s okay. You can touch every part of me,” You bring his hand to your wet core and his breath hitches. “Even right here, long as you don’t stick your fingers inside. Can’t have any form of penetration from any part of your body whatsoever.”

He nods, hooded eyes fluttering shut when you kiss him again mid-nod. Your hands rip open his shirt, the buttons skittering across the room. He’s officially naked, a blush painting his face red once he realizes this. His insecurities get the best of him as he tries to hide himself discreetly, pulling you down against him so you don’t check out his body. You pin his hands above his head and smile down at him.

“See? You’re perfect, Steven.” You say so warmly that it makes him tear up with joy. While one of your hands keeps his hands pinned, the other pulls your panties to the side as you sink down onto the small dildo. You groan, staring into his eyes as you take it inch by inch.

You build momentum and a soft ‘plap, plap, plap’ noise fills the air with every thrust inside you. Steve’s cock throbs as he watches your face contort with pleasure. It’s a delicious and agonizing feeling to see you get off but to not feel the reward of being inside you or having any release.

You curl a hand around his neck, squeezing lightly and he gurgles a whimper; the pleasure is like lightning through his body yet when it reaches his cock it builds and builds to no satisfying relief.

“Fuck, Steven,” You whine against his lips. “Wish it was your cock inside me instead. I’d want you to cum in me over and over.”

He can’t breathe. It’s torture. It’s paradise. Sweat clings to his forehead with the exertion from the intensity of the situation. “Please…fuck it’s so much.”

You hold his face in your hands, wiggling your tongue against his, “You’re doing so good for me, Steven. Taking your first lesson so well.”

He softly grazes his fingertips up and down your back, hoping the feather-touch would not only heighten your pleasure but increase his own sensitivity.

“What if we just forget about chastity,” You pants, grinding your hips down hard. “What if instead I take the real thing? You’ll finally get to know how tight, wet and warm I’d feel around your gorgeous cock.”

He so badly wanted to say yes but if he’s meant to prove his strength then he must decline. This was clearly a test.

“As much as I want to, I want you to be proud of me. So, I’ll have to say no.” Steve whimpers.

“You’re such a good boy,” You moan, kissing him deeply while you bounce hard against him until you’re screaming out your release. “Oh, Stevie, I love you!”

His eyes roll into the back of his head at your admission as he orgasms hard. It’s a new kind of feeling, one that is so foreign to him that holds onto you for support. Cum pools out of the device, sticky and clinging between your legs and spilling all over his stomach.

When you’re done using him—walls no longer flexing around the silicone toy—you lay beside him curling up against his side with your head resting on his bony chest.

“That was incredible.” He sighs out.

“You’re incredible,” You trace a finger along his stomach. “See how much fun you can have when you don’t let your desires weigh you down. You’ll be so strong in no time.”

“You really think so.” He asks with a dopey smile, showing off his biceps.

“Without a shadow of a doubt.” You smile wickedly.

#steve rogers x reader #steve rogers fanfiction #steve rogers fic #steve rogers x reader smut #pre serum steve rogers #steve rogers x you #steve rogers x y/n #chris evans fanfiction #kinktober #kinktober 2024 #marvel fanfiction #marvel cinematic universe #marvel fandom #x reader #captain america x reader #captain america x reader smut #captain america x you

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mossyvil · 1 year ago

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vil thoughts yay!!! i love this man so much it's not even funny ough... :') 🩷

get this; vil with an s/o that treats him like an actual princess. not in the way that belittles his queen, fairest of them all title, in fact it follows it perfectly,,, but i mean it in a soft way. like his s/o will look at him and go "I would go to the ends of the earth for you",,, vil knows how devoted his lover is, and he can't help but feel a new sense of praise,,,

and you know just reciprocating that feeling of safety and comfort that he brings,,, giving him warm hugs, spooning him while in bed with his head on your chest, kissing his face slowly and tenderly,,,, and always giving him genuine compliments far beyond what he usually gets from his status and the parasocial relationship with his fans,, just reverent, you know? idk im just so soft for him and i want him to have a soft relationship where he finds comfort in his lover :') 🩷 🩷

i want this injected into my bloodstream

giving vil the soft relationship he deserves!!!!!! he really enjoys praise from his partner because he knows it’s coming from a place of actual love for him, and not just the image he shows his fans. it feels like it’s actually for him, not the actor and model that the world sees. and you can tell he likes it, he gets this very content look on his face that can only be described as soft. all the tension in between his brows fades and everything that’s been weighing on him falls away when he hears your praises for him. he’s also a very big fan of being the little spoon, he loves the feeling of safety he gets in your arms and he feels so close to you with his head on your chest. gently play with his hair and he’s in heaven. a very devoted partner may seem like it would be something he wouldn’t like, considering he has millions of devoted fans throwing themselves at him all day, but it feels so comforting when it’s you. letting himself go to your love is a welcomed break to acting like the perfect celebrity everyone wants him to be. and that’s not to say he doesn’t reciprocate- he does, very well in fact, but he savors the moments where it’s just the two of you and he feels completely and utterly safe in your arms and he has nothing to worry about until the next morning

#k answers #twst x reader #vil schoenheit x reader

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stayingstromboli · 1 year ago

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kissing in the rain ࣪𐙚✧₊⁺

I don’t wanna fight, you’re the one I like ୨୧

(This song has been stuck in my head all week, omg it’s so good. It heavily influenced this, I was screaming along with Lana while I wrote it. I need this song injected into my bloodstream.)

☆TW: angst, kissing, swearing (pls say if theres more)

☆In which matt gets jealous and fights with the reader and then they kiss and make up in the rain

꩜ ✧₊⁺ ˖ ᡣ𐭩 ⊹ ࣪ ౨ৎ˚₊

“Matt!”

Despite your best efforts to seem strong, the tremble in your wavering voice was undeniable. Your pleas were barely above a whisper as you stood helplessly, tears streaming down your grief stricken face, watching your boyfriend angrily crash around the room collecting his things. Usually you’d run straight into his arms, but now you couldn’t. Rain hammered furiously down against the window, each drop cutting through the air like bullets. The howling wind shrieked, so loud it was somehow still able to be heard over your sobs for forgiveness.

“Don’t leave”, you managed to choke out between sobs while trailing after him down to the hallway, sprinting to the door to try and stop him from leaving.

The only response you got was a smouldering glare as he shoved past me to get his jacket from the back of the door. His footsteps were loud and aggressive, his breathing even more so as he silently simmered with pure rage His sweet ocean blue eyes were now a mix of fire and ice: filled with upmost fury yet also cold and closed. The look he was giving you bore deep into you, rooting you to the spot as you froze in fear. Not fear of what he might do to you- no matter how angry he was you knew Matt would never intentionally hurt you- but more so of what he wouldn’t do to you. Fear of the words he wouldn’t say. Things he wouldn’t do. Romantic things that only he would ever to do for you: movie nights when you’re feeling down, love notes left on the fridge, the feel of him embrace, the comfort of his words. Things that, despite his worry, nobody else will ever do for you. The thought of life without him was unbearable and utterly terrifying but one you had never even considered until now. However, from the look of his face, it seemed more and more likely.

He didn’t turn around once to grant me with a final glance as the door swung behind him with a crash. An ear splitting silence erupted as soon as he left, growing louder every passing second you were without him. It was deafening. Your misery was suffocating, fogging up your brain, taking over you, engulfing you in a heavy hopelessness. You were nothing without Matt. He made you whole. Why did he leave you? Did he not love you? Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. What would you do without him?

A sudden clap of thunder sounded through the air, like it was breaking you from a trance. Dragging you out from your state of complete paranoia as worries about Matt’s safety spiralled through your head. What if something happened to him? You would never forgive yourself for having let him go run out alone in a storm. Swallowing the sobs caught in your throat, you rush out into the dark turmoil outside, with no regard for your own wellbeing.

Your white t shirt was drenched as you ran down the road towards the figure you were guessing was Matt. The wind was roaring, the winter cold gnawing ravenously as your flesh. But you didn’t care.

“Stay.”

You called out to him as soon as he was within earshot. Your voice was no longer pleading but firm. Ordering rather than asking.

“Why? If you like that other guy so much why don’t you stay him?”

Matt’s words are bitter, dripping with hurt and jealousy, making your desire to pull him into your grasp even more dire.

“Because I love you, you idiot. You, and only you”

He turns around to look at you dead in the eyes before closing the distance between you two, bringing his lips to yours. The initial soft kiss is broken as Matt smiles in clear relief. He parts his lips, pausing for a second to catch his breath, as he let the sentence he’s been holding back for months escape: “I love you, baby”. He said the words with such earnest sincerity, causing your face to brighten with a smile.

His body pressed against yours, you on tiptoes to reach up to him, the rain dripping off him onto you. His arms tangled protectively over your shoulders in his warm embrace, shielding you from the winter cold. His eyes were swimming with adoration as he gazed down at your face. His soaking brown hair hung across his face, tickling your nose as Matt leaned in planting another kiss on you, only this time deeper. You kiss back with passion, not even trying to hide your desperation as you feel yourself melt into him.

When you finally break apart, the sight of Matt’s bright pink lipstick stained lips provoked a giggle to escape you. You lean up to his face, peppering his face with pecks, and looked back at your pink masterpiece in satisfaction.

“You’re the one I like.”

@dirtylittleheart333

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autistic-robin · 1 year ago

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more dynamics i need to see in st5 for my mental wellbeing

1. el and dustin. that’s it send post. they were genuinely so sweet in season 1 and i miss their mad scientist/test subject vibe immensely. i know el and lucas are going to be paired up this season because of their shared connection (polyamory) to max, but i would love to see more scenes between dustin and el— maybe some lighthearted bonding over their matching leg injuries or daddy issues.

2. mike and robin. i don’t think you understand i need this like i need air. will has already had his gay awakening he doesn’t need a queer life coach!! mike on the other hand is out here in the TRENCHES. this man is down critically horrendously morifyingly BAD for will but is convinced el needs him and that will could never reciprocate his feelings. he needs robin’s gay intuition and advice if anyone does.

3. steve and jonathan. HELLO??? FOR THE LOVE OF GOD HELLO???? i know this is pretty much guaranteed to happen in st5 because full-circle character development and hammering in themes and blah blah blah but i’m still gonna talk about it because listen. steve got his shit rocked by jonathan one (1) time and immediately decided “fuck my idiot friends” developed a moral conscience and SHOWED UP AT HIS HOUSE to apologize. he wasn’t there for nancy he had no idea nancy was there!!! he bought jonathan a new camera!!! he was so respectful of nancy and jon even when nancy dumped his ass a season later!!! yet we never get closure between him and jonathan or even a conversation and i’m PISSED about it. matt and ross duffer rectify this or else.

4. hopper and jonathan and will. you see the vision. these kids have never had a stable father figure who truly understands them (i love bob but he was only there for st2 and was sweet but naive) and everything they’ve been through. jonathan DESPERATELY needs to be de-parentified and released from the emotional burden of constantly putting will and joyce before his own needs and dreams, and hopper desperately needs to feel like he can protect his family instead of “cursing” them. will needs a loving father figure who supports his queer identity, and hopper only had a fire lit under him in s1 when joyce mentioned it could have been a hate crime. this is like textbook recipe for healing and closure for these characters.

5. joyce and karen? i just think it would be neat. we know karen’s getting more involved this season and i think she should get to be a little gay for joyce as a treat. we had crumbs of their dynamic in s1 and on a more sincere note i honestly think joyce could help give karen the courage to leave ted or demand better from him moving forward.

6. nancy and mike. if they don’t have a genuine conversation i’ll actually be fuming raging pulling my hair out. i get it i get that they’re both emotionally repressed but GOD i wish we had more moments with them talking about their trauma or empathizing with each other’s survivor’s guilt and crippling savior complexes. all the “max and mike are the same character in a different font” business is very valid and i agree madwheeler is like ten shots of espresso injected directly into the bloodstream HOWEVER, nancy and mike’s traumas and emotional issues are so so similar please let them talk about it!!!!

7. steve and robin???? please for the love of god????? literally what the fuck was happening in s4 they were NOT given enough screentime together. not cool. i want them BACK on their queerplatonic bullshit in s5, fully codependent disgustingly clingy like god intended.

8. jonathan and el. i just want them to be siblings together!!! we got a lot of willel sibling vibes in s4 and some sweet jon-and-will moments, but i would love for them to delve into jonathan and el’s dynamic. this girl is a big reason why will was saved in s1 and we just… never really see the byerses address that? jonathan has a lottt of self-blaming tendencies when it comes to will and i’d love for el to help remind him he isn’t responsible for protecting and saving his brother all the time. conversely, i’d love for jonathan to remind el that she’s just a kid and that the weight of the world shouldn’t be on her shoulders. they’re both really soft-spoken and sweet characters with hard veneers and i feel like they’d pair well together for more emotional scenes.

9. literally the entire byers-hopper family they are the heart and soul of the show and i will never forgive the duffer brothers for losing that in s3-4 in favor of expanding the scope of the story. i miss them.

10. steve and el. i would maim and kill for this dynamic actually. both of them are involved in love triangles and have arcs centered around independency and platonic/found familial love, and steve has his whole mom-of-the-group shtick that could be really endearing paired with el’s plucky weird-little-girl vibe. idk i just think they would be a cute team, maybe paired with dustin or lucas.

11. stoncy and robin. literally give me this team or give me death. i miss stoncy’s iconic end-of-season-1 monster-hunting trio dynamic SO MUCH i would give anything for them to go on a sidequest and really just hash it all out with each other. and robin could offer steve moral support and comic relief— while we’re on the subject i would also kill to see her and jonathan interact!! like they are so similar in that brooding-noncomformist way and i feel like they would either immediately gravitate toward each other based on values OR immediately clash due to their personality differences. jonathan is all quiet and avoidant and robin can be… A Lot (said with love) when she’s not masking like s3. i just think they’d be funny together.

12. this is devolving quickly so scott clarke and the party. no i will not elaborate. thank you for your time

#stranger things #st5 #mike wheeler #will byers #el hopper #st the party #willel #jonathan byers #steve harrington #stonathan #stoncy #byler #< target audience

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midnightexe · 9 months ago

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So in “What If Solar’s Sun Never Died?” There was a LOT that was confirmed, and headcanons have certainly been strengthened. The fandom pretty much nailed how Solar’s Sun (going to nickname him Citrus here for the sake of my sanity, I haven’t settled on a name for my version of him nor have I begun his design due to my own business but mimimi I’ll go with the more popular nickname for him lmao) acted towards Solar; he’s very gentle, kind, understanding; basically our Sun minus the more jumpy, hyperactive energy. He seems calmer, quieter, less visibly anxious, and I think that rubbed off on Solar (plus, yknow, trauma).

Solar himself (or, well, this simulation’s version of him) acted different in the video—outside of the sluggishness from the corrosion— he felt almost,,, younger? Much younger. He wasn’t snarky or sassy like our current Solar, he was just… quiet and kinda timid, ngl. He didn’t feel experienced or kinda weathered emotionally like when we met him the first time (“What if Eclipse ISN’T Evil?!”), which is definitely due to the time spent alone with Moon after the transfer (and Citrus’ corrosion), plus his own grief. Even if it can be dismissed as a result of the corrosion, I think Eclipse’s voice + tone of voice alongside his actual words played a big role in showing his “age” at the time.

I specified the “experience” part earlier because,,, Solar didn’t seem to have any interest in mechanics until Moon assigned it to him, and he barely got to start working before he began to corrode. In our Solar’s timeline, he didn’t get it, so he got proficient with mechanical things and other stuff (becoming his “Jack of all trades” self we know and love). This adds to my own headcanon (and maybe others’ too) that Solar dug into different kinds of engineering, robotics, sciences, all of it, purely because he wanted to fix Citrus. It’s why Moon’s pressure shifted to Solar, because there was probably no suggestion of the Creator, and when he saw Solar trying, plus the fact he already blamed him, that pressure became… suffocating.

That’s where his quiet, calm demeanor came from; an imitation of Citrus, and an attempt to prevent himself from showing just how broken he was (he is an Eclipse, after all). I imagine he doesn’t show anger often due to the constant title of Eclipse hanging over his head, plus the fact he hates when his Moon took his own anger out on him, and because his first experience with anger as “Eclipse” was when he took it out on Citrus. He stays calm and tries to be patient, because that’s the first interaction he had. It’s in honor of the first person to show him genuine kindness and affection.

Another thing revealed by this episode is part of the reason why Solars are so damn rare. Clearly it’s the statistic that 99.999% (repeating) of the “Nice Eclipse”s end up corroding. A 95% chance in-universe, but we all heard Moon; the actual universe percentage of a “Nice Eclipse” surviving the transfer is just shy of impossible. It’s either Citrus or Solar. Not only are they rare enough in becoming nice (which seems to literally be because they approach Sun instead of plotting lmao), but them actually surviving getting their own body is a rigged coin toss where either they get barely a month to live, or the first person who showed them kindness has to take their place, instead.

Let’s also not forget the fact that Citrus didn’t tell Solar the risk percentage of the transfer.

Regardless, I want to inject these characters into my bloodstream. I love analyzing them and just watching the writing fall together so nicely like this. We get information out of order or in the subtlest of ways and AUGHHH I love this show sm.

#tsams #tsams rambles #tsams ramble #idk how to tag this #the sun and moon show #sams #sun and moon show #tsams solar

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inkbagel · 10 months ago

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I drew a postcard for my show :) the concert was really amazing I had so much fun. Genuinely one of the best nights of my life.

Idk if people want to avoid spoilers so I’ll put my rants below.

It was so AWESMOEE I have so many thoughts on each and every songgg that was my first concert experience EVER and ohh man it was spectacular

Heathens was SO GOOD LIVE. Was genuinely my favorite part of the show and HEATHENS ISNT EVEN MY FAVORITE!!! like I don’t dislike any of their songs but I have a very long list of favorites and heathens is not in it. However that being said it was spectacular. I had the most fun during that song I think that song was actually made to be played live and not for suicide squad

The transition from heathens to next semester is so so good. I didn’t notice the similarities in those songs until they were back to back. I do really wish they had played all of next semester instead of like. Half the song but it’s okay the rest of the night made up for it

THEY PLAYED GUNS FOR HANDSSS THAT SKNG MEANS SO MUCH TO MEEEE AAAAAAA I almost started crying when I heard the tune it was so so good. That song genuinely like. Made me realize so many things about myself. I’m so glad I got to hear it live

THE TRANSITION. BETWEEN NATN AND HEAVYDIRTYSOUL. NOT EVEN INJECTING IT INTO MY BLOODSTREAM WOULD BE ENOUGH. THAT WAS SO GOOD. GHHSBFBJGKKC i got a recording im so happy

EVERYONE WAS SO NICE DURING TREES!! I saw so many clips from LA and it looked like hell for those two but everyone was really respectful here and Tyler even started picking people around the circle to stand closest to the islands and I thought that was so sweet

FOREST APPEARANCE??? IN 2024?????? I DIDNT THINK THEYD EVER ACKNOWLEDGE RAB AGAIN BUT THEY PLAYED FOREST!!! I’m glad forest has a lot of nostalgia for me

The thing with the lights in mulberry street was so cool. Honestly the whole show was so interactive he kept calling to specific parts of the stadium and had certain people doing certain things I loved it. Tyler really made sure that even the people wayyyy in the back were having fun and that the people in the pit were getting their moneys worth

After the proctologist line Tyler yelled GROSS!!!! Really loudly and I thought that was funny. He then said “you guys are wayy cooler than me. The only difference is I’m on a stage and you’re not you guys are better than me. Anyway we’re taking a photo losers.” I love him

JOSH SANG. LIKE SO MUCH. HE WAS SINGING DURING STRESSED OUT AND HE SANG BANDITO WHILE TYLER SANG PALADIN STRAIT. HES ACTUALLY SO GOOD AT SINGJNG TYLER SHOULD MAKE HIM SING MORE IN THEIR SONGS.

Right before the show started Josh said into the mic WHATS YOUR ETA? TWO MINUTES! And that was really cute

THE CRAVING BACK TO BACK WITH TEAR IN MY HEART I WAS GOING TO CRRYYYYYY AND SCREEAAMAMMMM AAAAA I LOVE THOSE TWO THEYRE SO CUTEEEEEEEBVBB

OVERCOMPENSATE LIVE. HFJSJSJJDK AKAKGKFKDKEJRJFJFJFJFJFJ THAT WAS SO GOODDD. I saw some clips from other shows where he jumped off his piano and caught the microphone mid air and while he didn’t do that here he def made up for it bc that performance was AMAZINGK.

I think he might’ve been feeling a little unwell or smth because he was definitely not as acrobatic as in clips from other nights BUT I DIDNT MIND! HE STILL DID AMAZING ANYWAY and honestly I could NOT be performing like that if I was sick so I think it’s more impressive if he’s actually not doing good. He’s actually insane

HIS GLOWING MICROPHONEEEE ITS SO SILLYYYY

HIS DISAPPEARING TRICK IN CAR RADIO WAS SO COOL. HE WAS KIND OF CLOSE TO WHERE I WAS SITTING AND. HNGNKSKSKF

During vignette he did grab the keyboard and play it on the floor again I’m like 90% certain he knows the fandom thinks he’s a catboy and plays into it. Bc sir. You are NOT beating the cat allegations. Get off the floor and play your keyboard standing up like a REAL MAN /silly I loved that part actually

I actually started crying when he played addict with a pen. It was so good. That song means so much to me.

I got a really good picture during stressed out which speaking of! THE SKELETON HORSE CAROUSEL?????? THAT WAS SO COOL IT WAS LIKE OUT OF A MAGNUS ARCHIVES STATEMENT WHAT DOES IT MEANN ITS SO COOOLLLLLLLLL

I have not put enough Josh Dun appreciation in this post and for that I am truly sorry Josh Dun you were amazing the whole night you were so energetic your backflip was the best part of the night you were awesome

I think I’ve said it before but everyone screaming “our brains are sick but that’s okay” was so surreal. Like wow I’m sitting in a stadium FULL of people and every single one of them treasures this band just as much as I do. Idk man there’s something so amazing about that. It really felt so amazing. I’ve never before felt like I was the same as a whole crowd of people. We’re all going through our own things but we’re all still here. We’re still alive and we’re still fighting. And tonight we’re fighting together. I loved it

Midwest indigo <3 that song was MADE to be played live I got chills it was so good

This post is getting kind of long and I’m tired so I’m ending it with this picture of Clancy with the glowing microphone I drew :) as a first time concert experience the Clancy world tour was life changing and I am never going to be the same person I was before the concert

#twenty one pilots clancy #twenty one pilots clique #twenty one pilots #twenty øne piløts #twenty one pilots fanart #tøp clancy #clancy tøp #tøp clique #tøp art #tøp #tøp tyler #clancy world tour #top clancy #clancy #top clique #clique fanart #tumblr clique #skeleton clique #clique art

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knifecat111 · 9 months ago

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I need to let you know I have not been able to stop watching your little birdhouse in your soul flipaclip thing you did, I'm injecting it directly into my bloodstream and it isn't enough. I'm in LOVE with it and you need to know how much of an impact it has had on me. We put it on our wedding playlist. How fucked up is that. I love my wife-to-be. Can't wait to be her wife. Spirk is real.

ohh my god that is so sweet thank u for sharing😭 congrats on your wedding that is so cute!!!

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clanwarrior-tumbly · 2 years ago

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Holy crap I’m loving your writing! Im especially obsessed with Ken and the ranch owner

I’m wondering if you’d be willing to do an fem human reader x Ken where the reader gets a bit sick, nothing too serious but Ken absolutely freaks out and thinks the reader is dying or sum (he learned about death from Stero Barbie. Also spiders. He’s terrified of both) and the reader thinks it’s a bit funny so she’s like “yeah I’m dying” but then he gives her the most terrified and sad kicked puppy look and she has to explain that it’s just a cold lol

Awh thank you!! Im glad that ppl still love my barbie movie stuff even though barbie summer has come and gone 💔

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There were only two things that Ken feared after beginning his new life in the Real World:

One is the mortality of humans, as Barbie told him all about how fragile their lives were and the two paths they were given: either growing old and dying peacefully in their beds, or some terrible occurrence cutting it short long before their time on this earth was up.

The second was spiders.

He especially hated the spiders.

You only recently discovered he had that fear after finding one of those 8-legged critters in your house--or more specifically in his room, where he came barreling out from as though he accidentally set something on fire.

At first, you thought he really did start a fire until he dragged you back into there, begging you to get rid of the "strange beast".

You had no clue what he could possibly be referring to....and then he pointed to the corner, where a little cellar spider sat completely unbothered, weaving its web.

In that moment, you realized you may have turned him arachnophobic, considering you did show him one insect-themed horror movie this past Halloween. He kept freaking out over it potentially growing horse-sized or injecting venom into his bloodstream when he was asleep.

But despite you assuring him neither of those things could happen (and insisting that the spider was more afraid of him), Ken refused to go into the room until it was gone.

You find it hard to fathom that this same doll who led an entire revolt, came to terms with his own identity crisis, and bravely made the transition to humanity....was totally inconsolable in the presence of a tiny bug.

Then again, maybe showing him that movie--and allowing Barbie to explain why arachnophobia was among the top fears humans had--was a huge mistake.

Regardless, you made it your mission to get rid of the critter.

Oddly enough Ken insisted that you didn't actually kill it, but you found you it sweet that he valued its life despite it scaring the shit out of him. So you contained it in a cup, putting a napkin underneath it before releasing it outside.

After that, you mentioned how most people usually killed spiders and other pests that invaded their home.

He looked wildly uncomfortable at that fact, before he began talking about some rather... concerning things: like if the spider knew how short its lifespan was, how easily it could have been crushed, if it feared death or if it was even aware of it at all-

Before he could derail and start rambling about death itself too much, you stopped him, asking if he was feeling alright.

And he went quiet for a moment, before smiling and giving you a kiss, reassuring you he felt better.

Yet even as he left the room, he still appeared awful tense.

It was that day where you worried that it's more than just spiders he feared..

.......

"Babe, what's wrong? Are you sick??"

"...unfortunately, but it's nothing serious. Just a stupid cold I caught at work." Sighing tiredly, you sat up in bed, seeing Ken walk into the room.

He looked nothing short of horrified at how drained and exhausted you sounded this morning. "A-Are you sure?"

"Yeah. I don't want you to catch anything, so I'm sorry...but no kisses today."

"Then..what about tomorrow?"

You just rolled your eyes, drinking some tea you made for yourself. "Maybe, but we'll see if I wake up."

Although it was meant to be a little joke, your foggy brain forgot how seriously the blond often took jokes, and he rushed to your bedside, kneeling down.

His eyes were wide as he took your hand. "If you wake up??? Are you dying??"

Putting down your mug, you sighed once more, trying to figure out a way to remedy this situation before you upset him too much. "No....I mean I just feel like I'm dying, but.." You paused, noticing the tears coming to his eyes. "Ken?"

Now that he was a lot closer, you could see the utterly terrified look on his face--as though you kicked a puppy right in front of him.

Yep, it was already much too late. He was upset.

"I-I know tomorrow is not guaranteed for anyone, but you have to get through this, [y/n]! Please..I can't lose you, too...not when you've done so much to help me." He was extremely close to crying, his lips trembling.

Your heart sunk as you placed a hand ober his own. "Oh honey, I was only kidding around when I say-"

"Why do humans joke about death so much? Don't they know y-you...you can't come back? That they have such short lives?? O-Or sure, some believe you can be reincarnated but that doesn't make it any-"

At this point, he was just blubbering nonsense, so you took him into your arms. And for a moment he fell silent, before burying his face into your chest, trying to calm himself down. "I-I'm sorry.."

"No, no..I'm sorry. You're right..I shouldn't be joking about death around you." Frowning slightly, you stroked his hair. "I promise I'm not dying. Not today, or tomorrow..not for a long, long time. This cold will pass and I'll feel better soon enough."

".....a-are these the irrepressible thoughts of death Barbie had?"

'Oh.'

It finally hit you.

He was going through the same thing she once did.

"Ken.." You had him sit up so you could see his face. Aside from it being a little red and his eyes puffy and watery, there were tear marks trailing down to the stubble that had formed along his jaw and chin. "Why didn't you tell me you were having those thoughts?"

Sniffling, he just shrugged. "I don't know. And... I don't know why I'm thinking them. Barbie could blame it on somebody who was playing with her, but...I can't. Because I'm not a doll anymore, I'm human....a-and...those were my thoughts alone." He shuddered, terrified at that realization. "I guess I just..didn't wanna scare you, b-but obviously it's too late for that..."

A small chuckle came from him, although it dissolved into a small sob as he wiped his eyes. "S-Sorry, I....I want these thoughts to just pass already."

"And they will." You nodded, squeezing his free hand reassuringly. "It looks like you're just experiencing them for the first time, and that's okay. They won't be all you think about. And you don't have to apologize for how you're feeling, as long as you're honest with me."

"Th-Thank you.." He sniffled. "I should be taking care of you, not the other way around. Do you need you anything? More tea? Meds? Anything at all?"

You smiled fondly, leaning forward to kiss him on the forehead. "You're all I need right now, sweetheart."

That response seemed to bring Ken's giddy old self back, as he smiled bashfully in return. He melted back into your arms when you wrapped them around him, and he listened to your heartbeat: the only assurance he needed that you were still living.

Eventually...those thoughts of death did pass him by, and he felt okay again.

#clanask #anonymous #barbie x reader #barbie movie x reader #barbie ken x reader #ken x reader #ryan gosling ken #ryan gosling ken x reader #sick reader #hurt/comfort #tw arachnophobia #tw death #female reader

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514bino · 13 days ago

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helllooo again, im such a fool that I'm still too scared to message you from just account and not anonymous 😭🙏 my first husbando is neuvillette (soon we will have first anniversary (its so silly omg)) and you don't asked but my third le silly person is sylus (I once saw him on reels and was like 😦 (it was with his dragon form sooo hehehe (why I communicate like this wtf?))

Soo yeaah, These are my 3 silly willy husbands/boyfriends (real life boyfriend where areee youuuu)

And you? You have podium of some sorts?

Ps. Sorry that I trash your blog with my posts 😭😭😭 maybe one time I will have confidence and courage to just message you some silly things in DMS ✨☁️

<3 nwnw however you're comfortable, i'm happy you answered! you see, i asked about your fave for very specific and nefarious reasons hihi 😈 i don't know much about Sylus aside from supposedly having similar voice to Hugo? so that's enough to absolutely respect, had to give him a quick try! ekhem... we LOVE Monsieur Neuvillette in this household! he was my hyperfixation when Fontaine released. im thinking about repainting some old doodles of him with my current artstyle DAILY. i had the biggest piece i made with him as my wallpaper for quite long and that was back during Fontaine hahah

a podium of mine hmmm! itd certainly hold Sunday, Anaxa and ... Shadow Milk Cookie. a certain phantom thief doesn't need a podium he has stolen the rank of [my current hyperfixation beyond comprehension], i need to inject any Hugo particles right into my bloodstream. ever since his release i've been taking breaks from drawing him only to draw more of him and write the fanfic im nearly finished with!

Hugo is like... the first genuine COMFORT CHARACTER for me. i love and hyperfixate on chars mainly because they remind me of some OC of mine, especially Neuvi/Sunny/Anaxa/evenSMILK, yet i dont have a clear match for Hugo. My brain has finally allowed me to love a character truly for what he is on his own and it's such a delight. i'm losing my mind over him i love hiiiiiiiim hugooooooooooo now thats some yapper answer from me woopsie

you made my blog and day so much better with these DMs, really grateful you reached out, it felt like a blessing <3 i'm v smol on social medias, you really brought me way more joy than you imagine xoxo

#514yap #514 #fanart #wip #sketch #neuvillette #sylus

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huecomymundo · 2 years ago

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The Death Of Me (Mildly NSFW, suggestive)

Tokinada x Male! Soul Reaper! Reader

Relationship Dynamic: sub! Toki, dom! reader

Summary: 'He's a poison, injected directly into your bloodstream each and every time he touches you, or kisses you.. You know your no more than a plaything to Tokinada, he's such an addicting poison... Is he going to be the death of you? You spend your time pondering that, today. In the here, and now with him..'

They say you can intake a small amount of poison to build up an immunity.. For some, this is true! But you know, your going to feel really really terrible up until then. And it takes a really long time.

STORY START

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"You know, (y/n)..."

Tokinada hums lowly, laying against you with that cyanide tone of his. It spreads a warmth through your chest, and deep to your core. This stinging poison which houses itself within you.. Tokinada's poisoned you with his love oh- so long ago.. But he has so much fun with you, he just kept coming back to play with you some more..

You hum lowly back, in response to his question.

"Hm?.. Yes, Tokinada?"

The green haired noble has this mischievous, plotting smile on his face as he chuckles.

"Have you ever had the thought.. That one day, I may just pivot on my heel, and kill you without a moment's notice. No hesitation.. Not even feeling sorry or sad?"

You sigh.. Tokinada knows how to make you uncomfortable, as he ruins this quiet moment between you both.

"And not get punished.. We've talked about this before."

You mutter, slightly unenthusiastically.

"Hey~ My thought's exactly.."

Tokinada hums, turning his head to look up at your (e/c) eyes with a glimmer of entertainment. Your not as amused, being the subject of his grim musings.

"It's almost like you knew what I was going to say~ Smart boy.."

Tokinada reaches up to cup your cheek with his hand. You don't even flinch, and just let him. After all.. He'll be annoying about it if you didn't. With a quirk of a corner of your mouth, you close your eyes and lean into the soft, pampered hand of Tokinada.

"Because you bring it up constantly... Don't you ever get bored of asking the same question?"

You reply, with a flat tone. He runs his thumb over your lips with a playful grin.

Tokinada laughs at you, like an evil little cackle, and leans more onto you, his back onto your chest, shifting to start crawling on you. But first, he puts his other hand on your face, and pulls your cheeks.

"Haha! What a stupid question (y/n).. How long have we been doing this little thing now? I live to watch desolation come onto someone's face.. I know you already know, but I just can't get enough out of you.. I like fucking with you.."

Getting annoyed you growl lowly and strike him back.. You pinch one of his cheeks, causing him to immediately whine and squirm.

"Oowh!! Hey!"

"Your such a brat.."

You say, watching him go from enjoying your reaction, to being a disgruntled child who's been scolded. He huffs and crosses his arms when you finally let go of his cheek.

"Bastard.."

Tokinada says with a frown, and a huff. You roll your eyes and wrap your arms around him, one going around his neck, hand resting on his chest, while the other takes him by the waist.

You lean down a bit, and kiss the top of his damnable green head.

"You started it."

You mutter against those wonderful smelling, silky green strands.. Right under to your chin, you could feel his tight braid, sat against his head. You sigh and close your eyes, feeling him practically melt against you.

Just because your holding him doesn't mean he's all soft and oogy gooey! With a cranky face, he lets you hold him.

"Yes, and? That doesn't mean you get to be as bad as me!"

You roll your eyes as he scootched up on you as you said this, getting comfortable in your lap as he firmly claims his rightful place.

Tokinada liked bad mouthing other's while he sat his bony ass upon your lap.. It was a pastime of his, to sit on his living chair and shit talk Shunsui.. Or anyone else, for that matter.

Tokinada hated alot of people, but you? You were his special.. What were you though? You considered him a lover, but does he view the same of you?

Who knows. Because he'll never tell you how he genuinely feels.. Don't bother asking him about soft, lovey feelings. Because he'll gag aloud at you, as if throwing up on the idea of him being anything soft..

He's Tokinada. He's.. Not soft. He's not gentle, or sweet. But.. What is he to you? Tokinada shows a secret side of himself.

This.. Touch-starved, hidden tenderness that he only shows rarely, to you. He doesn't cry, or weep. But he doesn't smile in those moments. Usually.. He's laying on you, asleep. Or reading.. He writes, rarely. You don't understand him, even after years of.. Whatever this thing between you two is.

Tokinada hides so many secrets, and he never shares them. Not by word alone, any way.

In this moment, you breathe in his scent, a heavy dose of noble scent. He smells.. Like sandlewood, and bergamot, with a dash of lavender. His arms reach up, and his hands slide into your (h/c),(h/l) locks.

Sitting the way he is, his palms face inward, letting him groom you and mess up your hair however damn well he pleased.

"Yeah?.. Well, you have no reason, so why should I?"

You shoot back at him, seeing as he wants to be like that today.. You feel like playing with fire. Why not go for it?

Your hand slides into his fancy shihakusho.. Getting a giggle from him as he feels your cold hand against his warm skin.

"Oh hoh~ Bold today, aren't we? Challenging my authority AND being an outright pervert? Tsk tsk (y/n).. You naughty man.."

Tokinada tuts, not doing a damn thing about your hand.. If anything, he scoots back on you, trying to provoke a certain reaction from you..

You snort in amusement, as your hand caresses against the soft, smooth warmth of his skin. Tokinada gasps softly, as your fingers grace over one of his nipples.. He bites his lower lip, closing his eyes.

"I'll do both of those things happily, as long as your cute little ass lets me.."

Tokinada sputters a single laugh when your words reach his ears.

"God! Your so annoying!"

You squeeze him, with the arm wrapped around his waist. He's already as pressed up against you as he can be.. So you force a small noise out of him.

Tokinada's hands form fists your hair, and tug. The fistfuls pull your head back once.

"Release me at once, so I can face your insolence and perverted behaviors with direct punishment.."

You know he's not actually going to punish you.. But you do as he says any way, because it makes him happy. At least.. You think it does.

You give a small huff from your nose, sad that you have to leave his warm, hidden chest in favor of whatever he's about to do.. Releasing him, Tokinada immidietly twists his body around to face you.

His hips go first, his legs following after his pelvis to straddle your lap, his legs pinning you to the bench. With a toothy smirk, his olive colored eyes lock with your own (e/c) eyes as he fully turns around on your lap.

With his finishing shift, he sits his ass down on your lap as hard as he can. Oh, you are IN for it now..

The Nobles' hands reach up, and caress your jaw on either side as they slide back to your neck, and scalp.

"I'll teach you to treat the Head of the Tsunayashiro.."

He says with a playful curl of his lips and drawl of his words.

"Bring it on, glorified twink.."

You spat rather dishonorably back at him, you can see the visible annoyance appear as a vein on his forehead, and that little warp in his smile.

"Why you..."

He snarls lowly, fiercely grabbing fistfuls of your hair again, and harshly tilting it back forcefully.

The sting of it, you'll never be used to. You hiss and grit your teeth as your head is pulled back and at Tokinada's harsh grip.

You feel Tokinada bite at your neck, kissing your skin with lips and teeth that threaten to tear it out. He can feel your quickened pulse, the premise of your excitement just from this, riles him up to no end..

"Such a nasty, uncouth word.. Can't you use that damnable head of yours to think of something better to say about me?"

You pant out softly in pain, and mild arousal as Tokinada licks up your neck. His tongue is hot, and wet as he drags it upwards.. He sucks on your adams apple for a quick, fleeting moment.

"Or must I teach you again that I do not fraternitize with commoners and idiot's? Your lucky I've given you even a shred of my attention.. I'll remind you, of your place, you lowly dog.."

Tokinada says with a smooth, soft voice. You can feel him smile against your throat..

You scoff at him, and remind him of what place he is in. Your arms don't wrap around him again, and instead your hands go right for the Nobles' ass.

With one hand, you grab him as hard as you can, causing him to shiver, and press against you fully again. Your other hand, shoots upward and grabs a decent amount of the longer strands he had, hidden behind his head. You get a noise of surprise out of Tokinada- a moan.

"Ah-! You fucker.."

He hisses at you.. But you think it's funny. You grope and grab him rather gratuitously with one hand. For as thin as he is.. It's amazing Tokinada has something to grab at for an ass.

"How about I remind you, where you are currently.. In my lap, like an obedient little show dog.."

He wants to call you a dog? Fine. He gets it right back.. He wants to tug your hair? You'll tug his right back.

He whines as you pull his head back, so you can start attacking his neck just as he did to you..

"Ngh-!.. (Y/N)!"

Tokinada barks your name, but you do not answer when called, as you start placing kisses on his neck. You ever so slightly part your lips, as you open your mouth to surprise bite him.

You linger on his neck, kissing his lovely skin, before you find the exposed junction of his neck connecting to his shoulder.

Oh how the unbitten flesh calls you.. The bruises from the last time you bit him there, are nearly gone.. Looks like you'll have to make new one's, to make up for the loss.

You open your mouth as wide as possible, before biting down onto his flesh and muscle with all your might. Oh, that'll send him reeling for sure..

As your teeth sink into his flesh, a loud, pleasured yowl jumps from Tokinada's throat, and out his open mouth.

"Ahn-!"

You can feel him arch against you, he's a greedy being.. A Noble lives pampered, and unbothered.. Getting everything they want, when they want. Tokinada must'ave been born with something screwy in his head..

You stay latched onto him, tasting that gently salty flavor of his skin. God- he smells so good. He's so warm.

You finally pull your teeth from his skin, feeling him shudder against you is ever so pleasing to you.

"With as loud as you are, If I wasn't who I am.. I'd think your having the time of your life.. You'd love it, if that was the case. Right, you filthy little Noble?"

You say to him with an amused chuckle following your words en suite.. He's figured out that you learned how to press his buttons, as he- yours. Sharp as a blade, you are.

With a noise that sounds like a grunt of irritation, but what is actually a noise of approval and validation, his olive eyes focus on you from the bottom of his lashed eyelids..

The corner of Tokinada's mouth curl upward in a devious way, as he gives you a soft breathe for a first response.

"How dare you threaten me with a good time?.."

His hands are no longer fists at the back of your head, instead, your (h/c) locks are released, and he lovingly scritches your head. While, you still have a rather ferocious grip on his own foresty green hairstrands with that avacado colored streak..

You chuckle, as he moans again when you tug his hair. His head is already as far back as it can go- but you knew that.

"Ah~!"

"I'll threaten you with whatever I want, whenever I want.."

Your (e/c) eyes glance around, to spy no one in particular watching on as you feel up the Head of the Tsunayashiro clan.. Him in your lap, like the good little bottom he is in secret for you..

Tokinada's eyes flutter and roll into the back of his head, and he gnaws on his lower lip as you touch the skin you just bit with your lips, tenderly kissing your teethmarks.

Tokinada starts getting a little too eager as he start's grinding his middle on your thigh. His hips roll back and fourth, ever demanding as he starts getting desperate.

"Hhn-.. (y-y/n)~.. Your such a fucking mongrel.."

He snarls, quickly unravelling by the second.. As the wind blows through the sakura grove, petals fly all around you and your Noble lover.. If that's what he is.

You release his hair, and thus his head springs back ever so slightly. At the moment of his freedom, Tokinada's hands come out of your hair, and take up either side of your jaw again, as he forces you to look up at him. Your free hand travels down his back, making him shudder once more.

You expected as such- his lips hungrily crashing against yours, to clash in a lustful, sinful embrace of a hungry make out.

You bite down on his bottom lip, and like an obedient bottom, he opens his mouth to you. Your tongue invades his mouth, immidietly coming into contact with his tongue.

You trace his teeth, dipping the tip of your tongue into the grooves and dips of his teeth, catching the faint flavor of what he ate before meeting up with you..

Something sweet, and sugary. No one can tell him what to eat, especially since there are no other Tsunayashiro around. So.. He eats what he pleases, whenever he want. Not that it matters, truly. Just another luxury Tokinada holds over you.

Tokinada's moans are greedily swallowed by you, you swallow any and every noise he makes.. Muffling them as they come.

When you pull back, Tokinada whines at you for the nth time today, and you sit back to see the cute, desperate expression on his face.

You lick your lips, as from the moment you seperated from him, saliva broke from thin, glassy strands of spit. You savour the flavor.. And the sight. Tokinada's lips are parted, and his eyes are half lidded..

He doesn't look as malicious for the moment.. Like when he bathes in the afterglow of an orgasm. Only you have really watched him unwind the creature he's made himself out to be fully, but in doing so.. You are imbibing in poison.

He huffs at you, and his mouth fully curls up into a sultry smile.

"You horny bastard.. How are you so irrsistable..?"

You shrug, full well knowing why.

"Dunno.. Maybe you wanna be reminded?"

You ask, with an eyebrow raise and wiggle, causing him to snort at you like the snooty Noble he is.

"Maybe I do.."

He says, leaning in again, to steal your lips away, and to keep you from making a smart ass remark.. Again.

He will kill you, one day. For his poison has already claimed your heart, body, and mind.. All he needs to do now, is pluck your soul from it's vessal.. And your a goner.

Is it really, so bad? To be fodder for Tokinada? Fueling the green, envious flames that slowly swallow you up in bright flickering light..

There is no flame better to swallow you whole, other than Tokinada.

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Hope you enjoyed reading 💚 I don't see any x reader's featuring Tokinada. Especially male reader's.. So, here I go!

I started this today, and finished it.. Today. Which is something I want to do more!

Honestly didn't think I'd be doing Tokinada first, but I do love me pampered, snooty noble men who deserve to be put in their place.. Though, he's really putting you in his place.. If you catch my drift 😏

#🌜mod mori🌛#bleach x m! reader #bleach/male! reader #bleach x male! reader #tokinada tsunayashiro x male! reader #tokinada tsunayashiro/male! reader #tokinada x m! reader #tokinada/m! reader #Suggestive content 👀#Mild spice 🔥#tokinada tsunayashiro #tokinada cfyow

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jungkoode · 3 months ago

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damn why are you suddenly getting so much hate kiki??? you’re literally the sweetest writer ever 😭🫶🏻 here’s my lil bump of love!! your pacing is amazing and i’ve been looking for something as slow paced as this!!

Honestly?? No idea why the hate’s rolling in. Mercury’s in Gatorade or something. Or maybe I committed the cardinal sin of… writing a story slowly on purpose??? The horror!!

But seriously—thank you. Like genuinely. It’s easy to feel a lil crazy when people act like emotional development is filler. So when someone like you pops in to say hey, I see what you’re doing and I love it?? That’s everything.

Your bump of love has been received, treasured, and injected directly into my bloodstream. Thank you for being here, thank you for being a sick little slow-burn enjoyer with taste, and thank you for getting it. We’re building tension and layering emotions and laying bricks and setting fire to them one by one. It’s art, baby.

MWAH. Come sit by me. You get a friendship bracelet and a front row seat to the mutual pining meltdown.

#askjungkoode #🩷

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schrijverr · 2 years ago

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I Found Myself a Cheerleader 9

Chapter 9 out of 28

Bumped to the lowest step on the social ladder after his fight with Billy, Steve gets roped in with the cheer team. What starts as a favor to help them out when one member breaks her leg in turn for protection from the brunt of the bullying, sets the universe on a different path.

In this chapter, on the dirty bathroom floor of Starcourt mall, Steve and Robin confess to each other that they’re as queer as they come, finding solidarity despite the world crumbling around them, before they have to go back into the fray. With everything that goes down, the Byers have enough on their plates and Steve is instead caught by the Buckleys.

On AO3.

Ships: eventual steddie & buckingham

Warnings: after affects of drugs, period typical homophobia mention, f-slur, fighting, minor character death, injury

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Chapter 9: The Bathroom

Steve cannot tell you exactly how he ended up on the bathroom floor with Robin. The whole route there is blurry and embarrassing. Nothing says a good end, like throwing up. Though, the urge to vomit is gone now.

He sits back against the wall with a groan and blinks a few times, then comments: “The ceiling stopped spinning for me. Is it still spinning for you?”

It’s quiet from the other stall for a second, then he hears an awed: “Holy shit. No.”

“You think we puked it all up?” Steve asks, not sure if it works like that when they injected it into their bloodstream.

“Maybe? Ask me something,” Robin says, putting on a Russian accent as she adds: “Interrogate me.”

“Okay,” Steve huffs, because laughing at the Russian accent makes it less scary and he needs it to not be scary right now. “Interrogate you. Sure. Uhm…” He thinks for a little. “When was the last time you, uh, peed your pants?”

“Today,” comes the immediate answer.

“What?” he laughs, slightly disbelieving.

“When the Russian doctor took out the bone saw,” she explains as Steve giggles more. “It was just a little bit, though,” she defends.

They burst into laughter again. There is enough in their system to make them giggly and a tad too honest, but uncaring about it.

Excitedly, Robin demands: “All right, my turn.”

And Steve gives in easily: “Okay. Hit me.”

“Have you…” Robin starts, thinking for a second, before hitting Steve with a hard one, “ever been in love?”

“Yep,” bubbles out of his throat before he can stop it and he quickly modifies it to fit what he told other people. “Nancy Wheeler. First semester, senior year.”

“Oh my god,” Robin exclaims in that same tone she uses when Steve tells her some drama he heard while she was on break. “She is such a priss.”

“Turns out, not really,” Steve says, because even if he never loved her like he wanted to, he cares deeply about her and he’s seen to much of her to let her be Ice Princess Wheeler in the minds of people, when she’s so much more.

“Are you still in love with Nancy?” Robin asks quietly after a second.

“No,” Steve says, despite not wanting to. Telling Robin he loves Nancy would be easier, it might discourage her from making a move on him, but he doesn’t want that. He wants to be honest with Robin. After all they’ve seen, he doesn’t want to lie to her.

“Why not?”

Because I’m gay, is what Steve wants to say, but the words haven’t come easy. Never have. Even that time with Eddie, the other guessed and then he agreed. He has never really said them like that, never.

Eddie.

Beautiful, charismatic Eddie.

If there is one person, he wants to kiss, it is him. He wants to know if those rings will get caught in his hair, if Eddie’s tongue will be as wicked as it looked around that sample, if he’ll feel his scruff, how those narrow hips will feel under his hands. Without thinking about it, he starts to try and tell Robin that.

“I think it’s because I found someone who’s a little bit better for me.” He chuckles. “It’s crazy. Ever since Dustin got home, he’s been saying: ‘You know, you gotta find your Suzie. You gotta find your Suzie.’”

“Wait, who’s Suzie?” Robin interrupts him and Steve is glad she’s trying to understand him, trying to get what he’s saying, willing to listen to what he’s having a difficult time communicating.

“It's some girl from camp, I guess his girlfriend,” he explains. “To be honest with you, I'm not 100% sure she's even real. But that’s not- that’s not really the point. That doesn’t matter. The point is this b- person, you know, the one I like?”

God, he nearly fucked up there, nearly said boy. It is what he wants to say, but not like that. Robin needs to know more than that. Needs to know how he’s tired of fitting in, tired of playing this perfect person. She can’t leave before that, he can’t make her hate him yet.

So, he goes on a little more carefully: “It’s somebody that I didn’t even talk to in school. Not really. And I don’t even know why. I mean, at the end, I was already one of the freaks. What would it have mattered if Tommy H. would’ve made for of me or I wouldn’t be prom king? It’s stupid. I mean, Dustin’s right, it’s all just a bunch of bullshit anyways.”

He’s breathing a little more heavily now, chest heavy with regret of how he shut Eddie out after their talk. And how despite that Eddie stood up for him, Eddie was there for him with kind words and understanding when he was kicked out.

“I should’ve been hanging out with this person the whole time,” he says ruefully. “First of all, they’re a little weird, but that makes them so much better to be around. We’ve been through similar things, like we get each other, there’s a connection there. And they’re smart, way smarter than me, can put together things easily. Also a little clumsy, but I love how they move anyway. They’re honestly unlike anyone I’ve ever met before.”

Steve sighs after his little speech. He still hasn’t said what he wanted, instead getting stuck on wistful thinking about Eddie. It’s easier to go on about him as a concept than to say that he’s in love with another man.

He’s pretty sure Robin will be cool, even if he’s ruining any chance she thought she had. Robin, whom he now realizes, is very quiet. Too quiet. Immediately he pictures her having died from drug poisoning or some shit without him noticing and he asks: “Robin?”

Fear only grows when he gets no response, so he taps on the stall and asks: “Robin, did you just OD in there?” trying not to let the panic show as any thought about Eddie disappears under worry for Robin.

“No,” Robin sighs in a way that doesn’t sit right with Steve. Her whole voice doesn’t sit right with him and alarm bells are ringing as she says: “I am still alive.”

Needing to make sure she actually is alright, Steve slides under the stall, uncaring about how gross that is. Relief flooding his veins when she is okay, only looking a little downtrodden as she leans against the other side of the stall.

“The floor is disgusting,” she tells him.

“Yeah, well, I already got a bunch of blood and puke on my shirt, so…” Steve shrugs with a small smile. Robin doesn’t reply to that beyond a tired smile and Steve’s heart is beating in his chest, wondering if she has put it together yet. Softly he asks: “What do you think?”

“About?” Robin shoots back as if she hasn’t yet.

“This person,” Steve clarifies, hating how hard this is, how easy he wants it to be, because this is Robin and they’ve just been tortured in a secret Russian base together, so him being gay can’t really top that. Yet still, he can’t say it, needs her to put it together like Eddie had, so he can agree, instead of deny like he’ll usually do.

“She sounds awesome,” Robin tells him.

Steve wants to pull his hair out, because she isn’t getting him. So he shakes his head and tries to be more explicit about it: “The guy.”

“Look,” Robin starts, looking like she’s not at all having the same conversation he’s having, “he doesn’t even know this girl. And if he did know her, like- like really know her. I don’t think he’d even want to be her friend.”

Now Steve is sure that she isn’t having the same conversation and he realizes that she thinks he won’t want to be friends after today. That takes priority over his bullshit and he frowns: “No, that’s not true. No way that is true.”

“Listen to me, Steve,” Robin says, looking him in the eye like she’s trying to make something clear and she doesn’t know what he’ll say to it. “It’s shocked me to my core, but I like you. I really like you. But I’m not like your other friends. I’m not a cheerleader. And I’m not like Nancy Wheeler.”

It suddenly dawns on Steve that she thinks he is confessing his love to her. He runs through what he says and cringes when he realizes how easily that could be misconstrued. He says: “Robin, that’s not what I-”

“Stop,” Robin cuts him off. “Do you remember what I said about Click’s class? About me being jealous and, like, obsessed?”

“Yeah?” Steve says with a frown, wondering what she’s getting it and a little sure she’ll get mad if he tries to interrupt again. Though he’s mentally trying to figure out how to clear up the misunderstanding before she tries to kiss him or something, though that seems less likely now.

“It wasn’t because I had a crush on you. It’s because she wouldn’t stop staring at you,” Robin says, her tone wistful and it clicks for Steve what she is really saying, how they had the same misunderstanding, but in different directions.

“Who?” he asks, soft smile on his face, though Robin isn’t looking his way. His heart is swelling at the knowledge that she is like him, that she gets him, like he got her on that cold, Russian bunker floor earlier.

“Tammy Thompson,” she hesitantly answers after a second. “I wanted her to look at me, but she couldn’t pull her eyes away from you and your stupid hair. And I didn’t understand, because you would get bagel crumbs all over the floor. And you asked dumb questions. And you were a douchebag. And- and you didn’t even like her and I- I would go home and just scream into my pillow.”

The words hurt a little. Steve knows who he used to be and only the fact that he isn’t anymore eases the sting. His heart mostly aches for Robin. How that must have been. He remembers looking at Eddie, how he strutted over the tables, the only attention directed at Steve a sneer. How he longed to touch, but knew it was safer not to.

“I know how you feel,” he sighs, sounding more tired and longing than he’d meant to.

Robin’s head snaps up, brows furrowed in confusion. She’s probably wondering why he isn’t commenting on her lesbianism as she asks: “You do?”

“Yeah,” he gives her a crooked grin. Robin is queer. Robin is safe. He can just tell her. “You’re right, I didn’t like Tammy, hell, I didn’t even notice her looking. I’ve- I’ve never noticed. I was always too busy staring at Eddie. He shouldn’t even have been in that class either. Guess neither of us passed it. But he’d sit in the front row and make all these drawings and I’d just be stuck watching how he blew a strand of hair out of his face continuously and all I wanted to do, was tuck it behind his ear.”

He looks at Robin and her eyes are bulging out of her head and Steve gets it. He has worked very hard to be perceived as straight, especially since working with her. It has been a conscious effort.

“Surprise,” he says, a theme in his coming outs, it seems. “I lied when I said I joined the cheer squad to get in their pants, because I am actually a fag.”

Robin gapes a bit and Steve feels a little proud of rendering her speechless. When she finds her voice she screeches: “You’re- What the fuck, Harrington!”

“I’m sorry?” he says, not sure what to do with her reaction.

“Don’t say sorry, you dingus,” she tells him, grabbing his hand and shaking it excitedly. “Holy fuck, you’re also like me. We could’ve been gay gossiping for weeks now. Why didn’t you say! What was all the macho hetero bullshit for?”

“You know it’s not that easy,” Steve protests, not letting go of her hand. “You’re actually the first person I’ve told.”

“I am?” Robin sounds honored and surprised.

“Yeah,” Steve says. “I mean, someone else also knows, but promised not to tell. They guessed it though.” His voice turns a little bitter as he adds: “Not that it’s hard though.”

Robin squeezes his hand, looking a little tentative as she asks: “Is this related to the fight with your dad Chrissy mentioned?”

Steve honestly doesn’t know why she remembered that, but he finds himself nodding. It feels nice to tell someone now that it’s more settled, feels like less than on that first night with Eddie, yet bigger.

“Uhm, yeah, he- he got real mad. Kicked me out,” he says. “I’ve been living on the Byers couch the whole summer. Trying to save up for my own place.”

“He kicked you out?” Robin repeats with big eyes.

“It’s not that bad,” Steve lies, wanting to assure her that she’s going to be fine, that they both are going to be fine. “Nice to be rid of him. Don’t worry.”

“Alright,” Robin says, not looking like she believes him. They know each other too well for that now. Still, she is content to drop it now that he doesn’t want to talk about it and he’s grateful to her for that.

They sit in silence for a moment, before Robin grins and says: “So, Eddie Munson.”

Steve feels himself blush and he replies: “Shut up.”

“No, come on,” Robin whines. “I deserve to know about your big fat gay crush on Eddie Munson. It is, like, the best thing I’ve heard all summer. It’s Romeo and Juliet, two lovers on opposite sides of the school social sphere.”

“Shut up, no it isn’t,” Steve giggles. “We’re pretty close on the social ladder these days, Robs.”

“Just indulge me, Stevie,” Robin complains, shaking his hand in a demanding manner.

“He’s just pretty,” Steve tells her. “He has these brown eyes you can drown in and his fingers – fuck, musicians hands, you know?”

“Iew, don’t tell me about that,” Robin squeals with delight.

“Oh come on, you wanted to know,” Steve protests, also grinning.

“I wanted to know about how you managed to get a crush on an absolute weirdo, who walks on tables and holds dramatic speeches like he’s the main character in a book,” Robin exclaims. “Not you being lustful for his hands!”

“Lustful?” Steve repeats, nearly choking on a laugh.

“You heard me, lustful. I see right through you, dingus. You and your lewd thoughts,” Robin says, trying to look serious, but already starting to crack.

“Shut up,” Steve laughs. “It’s not my fault I have a crush on someone interesting and cute instead of a total dud.”

“Tammy isn’t a dud,” Robin protests.

“Yes, she is. She wants to be like a singer. She wants to move to like Nashville and shit,” Steve informs her with a teasing grin.

“She has dreams,” Robin pouts.

“She can’t even hold a tune,” Steve exclaims, Robin also starting to smile as he makes a total fool out of himself. “She’s practically tone deaf. Have you heard her? All the time.” He starts to sing Total Eclipse of the Heart in his best Tammy impression.

“Shut up!” Robin is obviously trying to stop from laughing. “She does not sound like that.”

“She sounds exactly like that. That’s a great impersonation of her.” Okay, so Steve can be a bit mean, let him. Tammy is a bad singer and they both know it.

Still, Robin takes it up for her, blinded by rose colored glasses. “She does not. You sound like a Muppet!”

Gleefully, Steve points out: “She sounds like a Muppet. She sounds like a Muppet giving birth,” the statement enough to get Robin to laugh too.

She starts to sing too, sounding like Kermit. Both of them giggling like idiots, not just at their own singing and stupid joke, but at the relief of having told someone and it being okay. Not only that, but having that other person be like them. To have a friend, who knows you wholly, who understands and still loves you.

Steve can practically feel that Robin is going to be his best friend for life.

They get interrupted by Dustin and Erica and their giggly mood is too big to not crack up at his offended: “What the hell!”

After that, the mood goes down pretty quickly. They’re still stuck in the mall with the Russians and not only that, but there has been more going on than just the base beneath Starcourt, which has the entire party coming together from all over town, each through different trail.

And something is wrong with El. She has been injured and Steve feels sick, watching her remove something from her leg with her powers. Fuck, she’s already been through too much for her age, she should be done with this shit and be a kid by now.

The only positive in the whole situation is that Hopper and Joyce also seem caught up in it, which is bad, because Joyce definitely deserves a break, but Steve is glad he isn’t the oldest. That he doesn’t have to be the adult. Happy to defer to them in this situation. Them and their weird friend. Honestly, Steve is over asking questions.

He just sits back and watches as the ping ponging of stories and arguments slowly morphs into a strategy against whatever they’re up against now. It probably can’t get worse than a demogorgon or a horde of Russians, Steve reasons, and he already survived that.

Steve is send with Dustin, Erica and Robin to the radio tower thingy Dustin built. Hopper puts him in charge handing him keys to a stolen car. As he does, he frowns at the state of Steve’s face and asks: “You good to drive, kid?”

“Yes, sir,” Steve says, sending Hopper a smile that hurts his bruised face. His vision is still a little blurry and he has never had a worse headache, not even after Billy, but there is a tentacle flesh monster out there. He’s not letting Dustin and Erica out of his sight after what happened, nor Robin after being separated in the base.

Hopper scrutinizes him a second longer, obviously not fully believing Steve. “Alright,” he does give in in the end. They can’t afford not to. “But after this, I’m dragging you to a hospital, kid. You look like you got run over.”

“Sounds good to me,” Steve agrees and it isn’t even a lie. A doctor would be smart after all the abuse he’s been through today. He can’t afford more brain damage.

So, Steve gets the keys to a car that is honestly a beauty and orders to keep three smart dumbasses alive through the night.

Steve can do that.

He lets Dustin direct him to Weathertop, which is probably another nerd reference he isn’t getting, but that’s okay. Directions are directions and Steve can follow those.

Todfather, the car, the sweet sweet car, can’t make it fully up the hill, so they walk the last bit. The tower looks complicated and Steve is impressed by the smarts of his little buddy. Fuck, that kid is going to make it far.

They listen as Dustin and Erica coach the weird friend through the Russian bunker, sounding incomprehensible as they discuss where he needs to go next. And it is not until the guy goes radio silent for a bit that they check with the others at the mall: “Griswold Family, this is Scoops Troops. Do you copy? Over.”

Silence.

“Griswold Family, I repeats, this is Scoops Troop. Do you-” Dustin’s frantic talking gets interrupted by a monstrous shriek from the radio. All of their hearts stopping. Again Dustin starts up: “Griswold Family, do you copy? Do you copy?”

Instead of an answer, there is more roaring and all of them start to fear the worst. Steve can already envision Joyce coming out of that base to find her children dead, Steve having been safely tucked away at the radio as monsters tore her little Will and brave Jonathan apart.

Dustin holds fast, continuing to radio. “Griswold Family, this is Scoops Troop. Please, confirm your safety. Griswold Family, this is Scoops Troop. Please confirm your safety. Are you en route to Bald Eagle's nest?”

Still no answer and Dustin’s voice is starting to waver as he begs: “Please confirm your safety. Someone, please just answer. Is anyone there? Anyone, please!”

Something in Steve snaps, he can’t listen to Dustin trying and failing to make contact with the others. Something is wrong. Very wrong. Nancy would've said something if they were okay. They are in trouble and Steve is going to help.

He gets up and starts walking to his car with determination. Dustin demands to know where he’s going and Steve snaps: “To get them the hell out of there!”

Robin jumps up and follows, grabbing his hands as they get into the car, radio with them just in case.

Steve has never broken this many speed limits in his life, now glad for his days as King Steve when he and Tommy would race each other over back roads when drunk. Utterly stupid thing to do, he knows that, but it gives him the ability to drift corners even with his vision half blurred and his head spinning.

When they get to the mall, the whole thing is chaos. The rest of the party is standing around a car, but it obviously isn’t starting. Not a moment later, Robin gasps and points at the car that is ready to slam into them, her eyes better equipped to see right now.

Without thinking, Steve revs the engine too as he speeds more. Robin’s hand is on his, clutching it like a lifeline while screaming bloody murder about car safety.

Together they barrel towards Billy’s car. Steve lets go of Robin’s hand to brace both hands on the wheel, while Robin clicks her seat belt on. Steve might not be the one translating the secret message, but he can see the trajectory of Billy’s car and figure out where to aim, so they’ll collide in a magnificent crash.

He nearly hits his head on the wheel and his neck strains on impact. His already spinning head only spins more and he blinks a few times, his brain not yet caught up with the fact that he just crashed the car.

The yelling gets him moving as the others finally get the other car working and they drive away, the Mind Flayer hot on their tail.

Then Steve goes through what might be the strangest minutes of his life as Suzie is confirmed to be real in the weirdest way possible. Part of him thinks it’s the concussion, until he sees Robin’s bemused expression.

However, the hilarity of Dustin and his girlfriend singing cannot erase the horror of the Mind Flayer. How it chases them. How they have to fight it. How El has to fight it. How Billy dies because of it. How Max screams when it happens.

Steve doesn’t think he’ll ever be able to forget those screams. He stands there uselessly, watching, feet frozen.

Robin’s hand finds his again and he takes great comfort in her smaller, yet warm palm in his own as they stand in the ruined hall of Starcourt mall, the place that has held them hostage for so many hours this summer.

The warmth helps him stay grounded. He squeezes her hand once, then starts to walk, letting his grip stay loose in case she wants to let go, but she doesn’t. She follows his lead like she had back in the bunker when she stayed by his side, even though she could have left. It’s nice to be wanted in such a way.

Nancy is checking over Mike, Jonathan has caught Will. Lucas has informed Dustin and Erica about how it went, before going to hold Max together with El.

It still hasn’t fully landed that Billy just died, even as he makes his way to the body. El has gotten Max away from the corpse, but it’s still there, Billy’s unseeing eyes staring up to the sky. His chest is ripped open, white cloth stained red.

Steve has never liked Billy. Ever since the man came into town, he has made Steve’s life as miserable as he could. Steve isn’t going to miss the fear hanging over him with Billy and his harsh words and dangerous fists. How he terrorized Max and Lucas. All the slurs he slung around.

But even if Steve hates Billy’s guts, he won’t forget watching him die and he can be thankful to him for shielding El, even if it was an egomaniac move only done to stick it to the Mind Flayer, not out of any care for El or Max at all.

With mixed feelings, Steve kneels down next to Billy and closes his eyes. He doesn’t have anything to cover the gruesome wound, but he looks less dead like that.

Steve nods to himself, then gets up, walking to Max, Robin hot on his trail. Max doesn’t look to be in a state to move or talk, so Steve asks Lucas: “You guys okay?” wanting to help, but unsure how he can be useful.

“We got her,” Lucas assures him with a tight smile that looks closer to a grimace.

Seems like Steve isn’t really useful. And without purpose, he starts to feel his injuries, starts to shut down. He isn’t sure how he’s still standing right now.

Right as he’s about to start swaying, the mall gets flooded with soldiers in full combat gear. They’re shouting, barking orders, in a way that is too close to the Russians for comfort right now. Steve’s muscles automatically tense and he feels how Robin starts to tremble besides him.

He pulls her a little closer. She’s his person now and the others are all cared for, but Robin is new to this and she is scared now. Steve can be there for her.

So, he holds her as closely as he can, letting her cling to him. His lip wants to wobble, but he bites on it to stop it. He’s been through this before, he knows how to deal with the aftermath and right now Robin needs him to be strong.

There is no Hopper, no Joyce that can take over and be the adult. Steve is the oldest and he has to make it seem like it’s all going to be okay. Like this is normal. Like you can get used to this and move on someday. That they all lived. That they’re fine now. They just need to wait until the government lets them go. He just needs to hold on until Joyce and Hopper get back up from the bunker and then they can be the adults.

His knees start to get unsteady, but he locks them up tight, bites his lip again and lets the zing of pain it sends through him make him aware.

Pain is his hold on.

Instead of letting it drag him down, he clings to it. Focuses on the way his beat in face throbs and his bruised ribs ache, how his ears ring and his vision blurs a bit on the left. It’s easier to focus on that, than the yelling that scares him and the need to be held that overtakes him.

He needs to keep his head in the game. It’s just like in basketball or cheer. Just focus on getting through it, block out the jeering and cheering and just focus on catching and throwing, how his body feels as he moves and where he needs to go.

Steve has Robin, the others are also taken care of. Joyce and Hopper must be on their way back up with their friend. That just leaves Dustin and Erica. They need to be safe too.

With that in mind, he gets the attention of one of the soldiers that looks to be giving orders. He puts on his best Harrington, an attitude that always gets what it wants and informs the man of the two kids out there on a hill alone. Demands they’d be brought to safety too.

The man doesn’t look happy with the news, but Steve doesn’t back down until there are people en route to get the two nerds to safety.

All throughout, Robin stays glued to him and he’s sure it’s the only reason he manages to keep his perfect posture until his demands are met. After the man agrees, Steve stumbles a bit. He tries to stay upright, because Hopper and Joyce aren’t back yet and Steve has to be the eldest.

But Robin doesn’t let him. She loudly starts worrying about all that might be wrong with him, convinced he’s going to kneel over. She is loud enough that a medic that came with the soldiers comes to check Steve over.

Steve protests at first, but Robin doesn’t let him. She tells the man what happened to him – in as much detail as she knows – and the medic’s eyes widen in concern. The medic grills Steve, poking and prodding at him.

It feels a bit too much like an interrogation for Steve’s liking and he gladly clings to the first distraction he sees.

Joyce returns from the bunker and with her is the weird guy, the two of them flanked by American soldiers, their stolen Russian uniforms standing out. Without thinking about it, Steve starts to scan for Hopper, expecting him to see him and frowning when he doesn’t.

He isn’t the only one thinking about that, it seems, because El leaves Max in Lucas’ capable hands and wanders over to Joyce. At this point Steve is flat out ignoring the medic with a frown on his face as he follows the interaction happening a few feet away. El innocently and slightly confused asks: “Where is Hopper?”

And he watches as Joyce starts to cry at the question, the sudden realization that Hopper isn’t coming back, hitting Steve.

“Joyce?” El asks, sounding a little scared as she watches Joyce cry, the meaning of the situation hasn’t reached her yet.

“Oh god, I- I’m so sorry, honey,” Joyce says and Steve can hear her voice crack across the distance as she takes El into her arms. “He- He didn’t make it.”

Steve watches as it hits El that she has lost her first parental figure. The only dad that ever cared for her in a way that mattered. The man, who has been her whole world for nearly two years now. Who took her in and let her be a person.

If Steve thought he would never forget Max’s scream, that doesn’t hold a candle to how El wails at the news, clutching Joyce as she collapses.

The two hold each other, mourning the loss of a man they both loved.

It hits Steve at that moment.

Hopper is gone.

The chief is gone.

The man, who drove him home and made sure he didn’t drown in vomit after Billy kicked his ass, is gone. The man, who searched all night for him after his father kicked him out, is gone. The man, who stopped in the middle of a crisis to check in if Steve was alright enough to be part of the plan and made him promise to get checked out, is gone.

Hopper has always been El’s dad. His gruffness melting for this kid, who wormed her way inside his heart. However, he’s always had a soft spot for Steve too and he now starts to feel the emptiness where that cushion used to be.

This is a situation where he would defer to Hopper for. Look at him to see what has to be done now. How to make it better. But Hopper isn’t here. Hopper is dead.

Steve is the one, who has to step up now. Take charge of clean up and make sure everyone gets home alright. His body aches, both with grief and injury at the thought, but he pushes it away. He has big shoes to fill.

Mentally he goes over everyone. Mrs. Henderson will be in a worry when she hears, come for Dustin and coddle him until he’s exhausted. Mr. and Mrs. Sinclair also have been through this before, so Erica and Lucas are in good hands. Nancy has Mike and knows how to steer her parents in these situations. They’re good too. That leaves the Byers, El, Max and Robin.

The Byers have been through this before. They’re going to be fine, but Joyce lost Hopper and Joyce is the one El clings to. They might turn out to be fine, but they have a lot on their plate. Steve decides he’ll find a place of his own to stay tonight. Lighten Joyce’s load. El can go with them, get the understanding and love of someone who knows.

With that mentally settled, he moves on to Max. God, Max. Max just lost her brother. She’s going to have to go home to her step father, who just lost his son. Fuck, what does Steve do about that? Will the Sinclairs take her for the night? Will her parents come? When will they know that Billy hasn’t made it?

He focuses back on the medic, who’s been giving him a moment and asks: “What will the cover up be?”

“I don’t know, kid,” the medic tells him. “Not my department.”

“Will you let Billy be found?” Steve asks. “Give the family some closure. It’s the least you can do after Max had to see him die. Make that she can talk about it to someone.”

There must be something in his eyes, because the man gives him a sympathetic nod and says: “I’ll mention it to the higher ups,” which is all Steve can hope for. He can’t offer Max a home for the night, safety, a shoulder to lean on. But he can give her that.

“Is Steve going to be okay?” Robin asks from next to him, changing the subject. She’s still there, fierce and loyal. In another life, Steve could have been in love with her.

“I’m fine,” Steve tells her. He doesn’t feel fine, but Hopper would have been fine, if he were here, no matter what. Steve can be fine too. Move on. Be a rock.

“No you’re not, kid,” the medic says, foiling that plan. “You need to be under supervision tonight. You have a concussion and cracked ribs. You need to take it easy. Stay still. Do not strain yourself, do you understand? But you did get incredibly lucky, these injuries could have been a lot worse.”

Steve sends him a scowl, but Robin jumps in: “My mom is a nurse. He can stay with me tonight and she’ll make sure he won’t die.”

The offer sends warmth down Steve’s spine. Robin wants him by her side as much as he wants her at his. She is looking after him, even if he doesn’t need it. And she just solved one of the biggest problems of the night.

“That sounds like a good idea,” the medic smiles. “I’ll let you be for now. I’m sure someone will come by with a story and then you’ll be able to call your parents.”

Then the medic leaves and Robin heaves a deep sigh. She rests her cheek on Steve’s shoulder and he leans his head against hers. Quietly she asks: “Are we going to be okay, Stevie?”

“I don’t know, Robs, probably,” Steve answers honestly. He has always returned from these, but he hasn’t been the same since he knocked on the Byers door, now already so long ago. He thinks it’s been for the better, but he doesn’t know.

They sit there together as around them the government starts with the clean up, going through everyone and getting their story. Steve wants to go comfort them or help, but Robin keeps him chained to the bench and he’s too tired to fight her. Nor does he want to. Getting up and taking over means accepting Hopper isn’t here to do it. That he’ll never be again.

After what seems like hours – and probably is, if Steve thinks about it – they get fed a story about a fire, before Robin can call her parents as Steve tells Joyce where he’ll be, her face grateful as she cards a hand through a distressed El’s hair.

They nod along and sign what needs to be sign, just happy that they can get out of here.

Robin’s parents are two hippie looking people that Steve’s father would have a lot of unsavory opinions about. But all Steve can see if love and affection as they fuss over Robin as he keeps in the background.

Though Robin quickly drags him into the spotlight, dramatically recounting a made up story about how Steve made sure she wouldn’t get stuck under the falling rubble. How he got injured because of it and needs to be watched tonight. How he can’t go home. How he has to stay, pretty please, he’s my friend, he saved my life and he’s injured because of it.

Steve waits for the inevitable further questions, the arguing about her request. Instead, they surprise him by saying: “Of course he can come home with us. Thank you so much for saving our girl. Here come to the car, you look like you need to sit down, sweetie.”

“Oh, I’m alright, Mrs. Buckley,” Steve stammers.

“None of that nonsense. I’ll take care of you, okay?” Robin’s mom says. “And call me Daisy. None of that Mrs. Buckley stuff.”

And with that Steve is taken home. His brain isn’t fully caught up. He barely remembers the drive to a small house and he falls asleep easily, only remembering the gentle hands of Robin’s mom as he is tucked in on the couch.

A/N:

Nothing will ever be more iconic than the bathroom scene, okay, it is permanently part of me, it shaped me, I will never shut up about it and it will always be the best Stranger Things scene. Period. But I did make both of them more stupid, bc they loose braincells when put together and I love that for them xp

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