#absolutely busting it the fuck down in my inbox

[baby-tini]

Can we PLEASE talk about fucked up foreplay? All I can think about is PM Dazai curbstomping some poor dude who betrayed the mafia (it's standard protocol after all, jaw breaking+three shots to the chest) and it's for your enjoyment, just because you asked if you could watch because you're both equally fucked up and it's like, a whole thing, he drags the torture out, humiliating the man ,spits on him, asks you to spit on him as well, makes him kiss his boot or the gun he's gonna shoot him with, just—fuuuuuuccckk

TW- Murder, Detailed Torture, Violence, Blood, Gore

YES WE ABSOLUTELY CAN!!! I NEED MORE THIRST LIKE THIS IN MY INBOX IMMEDIATELY!!! Thxs!!! (I may have went overboard...)

The both of you were at Lupin when Dazai was made aware of the situation, stepping away too take the call as you tipsily conversed with the bartender, the little giggles bubbling from your throat as you spewed whatever came to your mind. He wasn't gone for long though, only a couple minutes before you felt him leaning over your shoulder from behind, his lips inches from your ear as he told you that the both of you had too go. He was quiet as he led you out of the bar, leading you by the waist into a sleek black car, giving the man upfront directions as he closed the door. He was unbothered as you messily climbed into his lap, your head foggy from the liquor as his hands moved to your waist too help you coordinate better before you sloppily made out with him, you always found Dazai too be extraordinarily attractive, but even more so when he was pissed, plus mixing the smell of his cologne into it, it just gave you a whole new experience of a high. There wasn't much reciprocation on his end as his hands sit on your hips, he just allowed you too do as you pleased. The drive felt quicker then you originally thought, as the car stopped and Dazai reached for the door handle as Dazai told the driver, "watch her." You had tugged on his coat when he said that, crawling closer to him as you whined, pleading to him with a, "wanna watch 'samu..."

He stared for a moment before his hand reached out and grabbed your arm and pulled you out, stumbling into his chest as he shut the door behind him. It was a dark alley that he led you down into, a man bloody and bruised laid on the floor, he was covered in dirt and soot, his once white shirt now soaked through with crimson and mud as his face bled, ruby droplets leaking down his chin as they fall to the floor in a constant flow. His uncovered eye was empty as he stepped closer to the man, slow and calculated, like a predator as his men that were guarding the traitor stepped away as Dazai shooed them away, you following close behind him. Dazai stood in front of the cowered man, his whole body shaking as Dazai stared down at him, before he dragged the man to the stairs a few feet away, the man began pleading for his life, making promises he knew he'd betray in the future as he was thrown face-first into the hard concreate of the stair case, his nose busting on impact as his mouth fell open and he let out a muffled cry.

"Because you couldn't keep your fucking mouth shut, I had too be called away too come deal with you." Dazai snarled as his foot harshly came down on the back of the mans head, the sound of the mans teeth shattering made a loud cracking echo as the mans mouth instantly started too leak blood and the chipped pieces of his teeth fell out of his mouth. The man was left panting and before he could move, Dazai kicked him in his stomach, causing him too groan and roll onto his back. He gestured you over, letting his hand settle on the arch of your back as he scowled at the man. "Apologize to her, and maybe I'll think about ending you quickly." The apologies that spewed from the mans bloody mouth were instantaneous as he looked up and pleaded to you, only too have Dazais foot come down, crushing his femur in the process. It was a loud ugly wail that left that mans lips, so loud that you thought his vocal cords would bleed. The man quickly shut up when Dazai pulled out a Colt M1911A1, pointing it at the mans chest, you saw the deep fear in that manns eyes before he quickly squeezed them shut and tried too quiet his sobs. Dazai felt a pawing at his chest before he looked over at you, your pupils blown as you tugged at his belt, he hummed at you before leaning down and capturing your lips in a kiss before he slipped his tongue in your mouth, only pulling away when he felt the man moving under his foot, that was still dug into the man femur.

"You're so fucked up sweetheart... getting wet from watching me break a mans jaw, hm?" Before you could even attempt too deny his claims, you felt one of his hands slip into your panties, rubbing you through them as you quietly gasped, clinging to him. He looked over at the man, his fingers now rubbing your clit as he took in the sight of the mans wide-eyed expression. His hand, that was still gripping the gun, playfully moved around, taunting the man as he waved the gun in his face. The moment he pulled his hand out of your panties, you tugged at his hand, trying too drag it back. Placing a quick slap on your ass, he walked over to the man, placing his foot on his chest. "Thank me." Dazai stated, the man immediately spewed his praise, thanking Dazai for his mercy and that he was sorry that Dazai even had too come out, his voice coming out gargled as Dazais foot pushed harder into his chest. Until, Dazai backed off, letting the man take a couple deep, much needed, breaths. The man didn't even have time too blink before the sound of three distinct gunshots echoed through the alley and he felt a burning pain before everything went black as he felt a warm red liquid pool on his chest.

[hyunsvngs]

hmm 🧅s on high sex w 3racha? like they’re working on a new track in their studio w u smoking a cart/blunt n then all of a sudden ur making out w them? n then it sorta escalates bc everything feels soso good and ur senses are heightened. everything’s kinda fuzzy, n ur so cooked u cant even tell who’s dick your sucking, or who has their fingers in your pants, but it’s soo jfkfjf

-🐳 anon

oh boy this has been sitting in my inbox for a while because i've just been reading it over and over. 3racha stoners so have my heart.

the smoke has settled over the studio. it was meant to be a productive evening, but all plans of that dwindled when you were invited to visit - you always had weed, and you were always up to fuck with one of those three boys. they hadn't planned on working today. it was all a front. you'd arrived with one purpose.

jisung's head rolls onto your shoulder, his bucket hat falling backwards off of his head with the movement. he giggles regardless, nuzzling his cheek into the soft fabric of your t-shirt. "i'm so high."

changbin snickers. "you're always so high. what's the peak pinnacle of highness, jisung?"

jisung blinks. he raises his head off of your shoulder, pointing at changbin with one accusing finger. "that is such a good question." chan's red in the face with laughter. you are, too.

"not to be that person, but is anyone else horny?" you say, voice thick and cutting through the smoke in the room.

"i'm always horny," jisung chirps in response. you scoff, and then you turn to him. he really is. he's hard in his pants right now. "wanna make out?"

"obviously," you murmur, and then your lips are locking together. it always goes like this. it's you and jisung first, then you and changbin, and then you and chan. never any different. chan groans when he captures the sight of your tongues dancing over eachothers, jisung whining into the kiss.

"need you," he huffs, grabbing your thigh just a little too hard to drag you onto his lap. you let him anyway, straddling his slender hips with no protest. "need you since you walked in, you look so sexy."

"you do look sexy," chan contributes, and you giggle. "always look fuckin' sexy. you gonna let us fuck you, baby?"

"oh, absolutely," you grin, turning to face him. his eyes are dark, one eyebrow raised as though to proposition you - and you are one hundred percent agreeing.

it gets out of hand from then on. you don't know who's fingers creep into your joggers first, whether it's chan's or changbin's - jisung is typically way too impatient to touch you until you're naked. he claims he'll bust way too early. it's probably true.

you do know that it's changbin's cock you suck first, the thick yet shorter length pushing between your lips and you know that it's jisung who presses inside you first.

"there's a good girl," chan coos, his hand yanking your hair back. changbin reaches down, slapping his cockhead on your lips a few times for good measure. "gonna make me and my boys cum, aren't you?"

and, well, you had gone there with a purpose, after all.

[dearlyjun]

im so sorry for camping in your inbox but…

pussy drunk jjun w a daddy kink trying to stay all dom while he’s getting ridden within an inch of his life >//<

i’m not sure if daddy kink is against ur guidelines cos i couldn’t find them 😭😭 ignore me if this is against them

THE WAY I WAS ABOUT TO GO TO SLEEP BUT MISS LIA PULLED UP WITH THIS?!?! IM UP!!!

gawd im like 50/50 on being a daddy kink girl. but yeonjun so totally has it and *tmi* the feminine urge to use it as a weapon against him is heavy on my mind. I will literally not speak because I just am a nice girl ok i promise.

also: I actually don’t have a guidelines section. I need to make one, just haven’t gotten to it bc no one’s actually crossed my boundaries yet. it’s on my list of to-dos for this blog but im #lazytown

yeonjun’s hovering over you, panting, he’s not even sure how much longer he can last like this. your pussy practically sucking him in at this point, taking him in so so well. like your cunt was made for him.

fuck, pussy takes me so well… he looks down where the both of you meet between your legs. you’re absolutely ruined. his thumb swipes at your swollen clit, making your body shudder. yeonjun can’t help but smirk. so responsive to me…good girl

you let out a whine, but it sounds more along the lines of a sob. you’re so close. so so close. your mind is blank, the squelching noise between your legs is all that you focus on, as well as yeonjun’s occasional moans.

look at me. yeonjun’s face is face is suddenly close to yours, making you turn and look at him. he looks just as fucked out as you do. who else can fuck you like this?

he leaned down to give you a sloppy kiss, and when he pulled away, the answer that he was expecting; he didn’t receive.

nobody. only you, daddy. you gripped his forearms as he kept fucking you. he was in disbelief, there’s no way you just said that.

….what was that? he sounded like he was out of breath.

please daddy, cum in me. you whimpered. that was yeonjun’s breaking point. there was no way he wasn’t going to bust in the next 10 seconds. been such a good girl for you.

fuck…I can’t. I can’t. yeonjun’s famous last words before cumming the most he thinks he ever has. your whimpers, your whines, he can never resist when you call him daddy. it’s your favorite thing to do to always get your way.

(akashskbnswn im hoping this is good I blacked out)

[angel-of-the-moons]

Nothing Is Lost

Khonshu x Fem!Reader

TW/CW: Descriptions of the events of previous chapter, death, lying to cops, bloooood

MINORS DNI I AM NOT RESPONSIBLE FOR CONTENT YOU CONSUME

A/N: A shortish chapter; I cannot forgive myself for my wildly inconsistent upload schedule. I'll take a break to try and go through some of the requests backed up in my inbox! (Y'all really like Pavitr 😂) But for some reason writing this story is just so eeeeaaasy asdfghjkl

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Chapter 3:

Knowhere

It had been three days since that weird, shitty night.

Three days since you had to explain to your boss and coworkers a watered down version as to why your face was busted and bruised.

Three days since you saw in the news that the man who tried to rape you was in fact dead, and whatever hit him left him in that alley for a homeless man to find the next morning.

Three days since you kept the secret about what really killed him, or the cops would arrest you for murder, or lock you up in a mental ward.

Three days since you came home after the assault, stared at that statue... and saw your mace and taser were laying at the feet of the stone idol.

You had left them on your dresser. You were absolutely sure of it.

You still couldn't wrap your head around it.

What had happened? Like... seriously?

There's no-fucking-way a literal god decided to pop down from wherever the fuck He lived to come and save your stupid little human ass because you offered up some half-assed prayer and left some shitty offering.

No way would a god care that much about a little nobody like you.

Unless...

Then again....

This "Khonshu" might not have many worshippers anymore. After all, when was the last time you saw a church dedicated to an Egyptian god instead of the "mainstream" religions with only "One True" god?

So, maybe your prayer...

Agh! It still didn't explain what happened to you! What happened to that guy!

You found out in the paper that the man had actually been convicted of rape in the past, was on parole for one of them, and was a suspect in four more committed since his parole. So it's not like he was some random citizen who was drunk or just decided to go out and commit a crime...

Society as a whole was better because of it. Some women got closure in the knowledge he wasn't out there hurting other women, anymore. That he couldn't hurt them anymore.

But you still remembered the sound the bones in his face made when they were crushed. You remembered the blood pouring out of his nose and ears. The gurgling noise he made...

The only blessing was since that night, your dreams had a shift.

You were no longer standing in a void, bleeding a macabre river from your body.

These new dreams, you were in a canyon, dusty, sand sweeping through every crack and crevice of the reddish stones; the rock walls on either side of you reaching high above you, well into the sky, stars twinkling above.

On the winds of the canyon, you could make out the incessant whispers of the man you'd heard so many times before. You would take off in a dead sprint down the canyon, your bare feet pounding the sands and the rocks below you as you tried to run to the source.

But no matter how long it felt like you ran, you realized you were running in an infinite loop.

You'd keep running until blood dripped down the rocks, until the sand below swallowed you up.

And that's when your eyes would open yet again.

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You decided, on your next day off, you'd visit Jezebel again, ask her just what the possible fuck was happening.

You hadn't slept the night before, dreading another restless sleep. You were better off awake and running off coffee.

You walked up to her store, checking to see if it was open. It was closed. But the hours said it was open seven days a week, and it was 12:30 in the afternoon...

That's when you heard it. A croaking noise. The sound immediately set off your "feeling".

You lifted your gaze to the small awning above the door, seeing the white head of a crow peering down at you.

You'd never seen a crow like it. Its feathers were a gorgeous creamy white, the eyes a reddish pink, like two tiny red berries.

You almost fell backwards and smacked your head on the pavement when it fluttered down and latched onto your backpack, tugging on the zippers and your keychains with its beak.

"Hey! You--" You sputtered, struggling to reach back and dislodge the bird before it could do any damage. You knew crows liked shiny things, but this was ridiculous!

"Get offa me, KFC!" You grunted. "You're gonna mess up my bag!"

"Zephyr! Gods above, you know your manners!" Jezebel's voice called out.

You looked to your right to see Jezebel standing there, a Starbucks paper coffee cup in her hand, and a plastic takeout container dangling in a semi-transparent plastic bag in the other.

She clicked her tongue and held out the arm with the leather bracer, and Zephyr immediately made a noise and flew over to Jezebel, landing on her arm and waddling up to sit on her shoulder.

"I am so sorry, dear!" She apologized, smiling sweetly. "Zephyr isn't normally like this! He's a sweet boy, I promise."

"He's--he's yours?!" You sputter.

"Yep! Rescued him as a chick. Being an albino he might not have lived long in the wild. He's been my faithful little familiar ever since." She said, cooing at the bird on her shoulder while she rubbed his beak.

"I assume you're here because you have questions?"

How does she do that?!

"Yes!" You say quickly, looking around, your eyes darting to and from, making sure there were no eavesdroppers.

"Come in, come in. I'll keep the store closed just for you so we can talk uninterrupted."

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Somehow, you found yourself telling her the whole story. Where you were expecting her kindly wiccan act to drop and be revealed she was just some person extorting a gimmick, she simply nodded, providing input that calmed you.

Somehow.

Zephyr sat on his perch, blinking at you as he occasionally pecked at his seed stick.

She seemed... confused when you told her how the man was killed.

It didn't seem to be what she expected.

At all.

"...You didn't see anybody else in the alley? Anyone at all?" She asked slowly, setting her coffee down.

"No! No, that's what I'm saying! He just--just..." You ran your hands through your hair.

"I don't know what happened! But it was just me and him there and the next thing he's--he's dead! And I know I left my mace and taser on my dresser! Not at that fucking altar!"

"Shhh, shhh..." Jezebel replied softly, soothing you again, easing your rising nerves.

"And ever since that night, I've had these--these dreams! Different than my usual ones!"

She tilted her head down a bit, brows furrowing.

"Usual ones? Describe them to me."

When you were done explaining (or trying to), Jezebel looked at the table in thought.

"Dear, I don't think those are dreams. Those sound like visions."

"Visions?" You laugh dryly, as if it was crazy.

"I've been having these dreams for years! It's just that now, they're different! Why after all this time, and why only after I prayed to that fucking statue!"

"I know... I know how it must sound. But explain these new "dreams"." She spoke softly.

"I'm... I'm in some kind of canyon. It's nighttime but I can see perfectly. I can just barley see the stars above me, and I hear a voice. It--it could just be the wind in the canyon, but I start chasing it, calling out to it. I keep running, and running, but I never go anywhere. Then... then there's more blood. Dripping down the rocks, and I start to sink. I start to sink and can't breathe, I start crying and my chest hurts, and..." You swallow thickly, as if you drank a cup of sand instead of water, your mouth incredibly dry.

"And then I wake up."

Jezebel stayed silent for what felt like an agonizingly slow eternity, when it was more than likely just a minute at most.

The silence had you ready to chew your fingernails off.

She finally looked into your eyes again.

"These do sound like visions."

You groan, exasperated.

"If these are visions--why am I having them? What do they mean?!" You ask her, frustrated at this hocus-pocus nonsense.

"I... cannot say, dear. They sound like something you must discover. Maybe... some research might help? Try looking for images online of that canyon you dream of, see what you can find. Maybe that will start to help out things into focus." She explained.

"How is Google supposed to help?" You ask skeptically.

Jezebel smiled despite your impertinence.

"You are looking at your visions like they are meaningless mirages dreamed up by your subconscious. That they might be a manifestation of your fears, of your frustrations, your loneliness. You simply need to put a focusing lens to your dreams. If you find a location somewhere that matches your dream, looking into that location may be the first lens of the microscope you need."

You rocked your head back, leaning back in your seat as you stared at her.

How... how had she known? How could she so accurately describe how you felt about your dreams? How you felt about your life in general?

More importantly, how the fuck did she know exactly what to say to relax you, and give you a good starting point?

"Now, you should run along, dear. I have a feeling you have a lot of research ahead of you."

When she guided you out of her store, Zephyr perched on her shoulder again, she smiled.

"And remember, dear... don't forget to pray to Khonshu for his continued protection. Perhaps it just might save you again in the future."

Before you could turn around, she was already back inside her shop.

You frowned at your shadow on the sidewalk.

This was... confusing.

But you needed to know.

You wanted to know if your dreams were visions pointing to something.

And your journey started at the library.

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Of course.

Naturally.

Of fucking course.

Of course the rock formations in your dreams were consistent with only one place consistent with what you described.

And that, brought you back to square one.

All you could do was sit there, staring at the open books and computer screen in front of you.

Were gods real?

And did you suddenly have the ear of one?

It seemed, that all roads led to Egypt.

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Chapter 4: Link

[dreamieparadise]

🥊 & 🍩, for both Monina and the ur lil guy

Random, it's so annoying because my inbox claims to have 4 messages but this is the last one? Ahhh it's irritating me!! Go away!

Anyway hiiiiii, I love you!! Kissy kissy kissy!!! Thank you for indulging me!

Momina:

🥊 -What do they love to do? What do they hate to do?

Momina loves to help people! It's genuinely something that gives her joy. I said it in another answer for a different ask meme but her love language is acts of service, it feels really good to do this for anyone but especially her loves ones. Other things she loves to do: she is a creative, loves to design, sew, decal things, cooking and baking [although admittedly this also falls under Acts Of Service.] She absolutely loves spending time with her loved ones, she is clingy but also is someone that needs her own space so she can spend hours alone as well and enjoy it.

Momina is someone who is extremely responsible and has a tendency to pile responsibilities onto her shoulders but actually? She hates this! It's fine when it's going well but sometimes being responsible is such a drag, it's like pulling teeth with some. For example, she takes it upon herself to take care of the Kokuyo gang [i.e: buying their groceries, making their food, making their living space more livable] she despises them and won't ever forgive them but she does it all for Fran. She knows if she were to just give to Fran, the others would steal from him so she grins and bears it for him.

🍩 -Who is your OC’s arch-nemesis or rival?

Unserious Serious answer: Mukuro. Mukuro and Momina have some things that are very alike [i.e two traumatized abused children betrayed by people who were supposed to care for them and have an affinity for the supernatural] but despite that they can get at each other's throats. Mukuro is someone who denies and suppresses the love he has for his crew and is an "anything goes for my goals" type, whereas Momina is someone who tries her very best to be there for people, she wants to protect victims like her and make the world a better place [violently, this they have in common] but they can not see eye to eye because Mukuro is willing to hurt people like them for his goal whereas Momina isn't. Also? Mukuro is someone who violates consent and that is something both triggering and greatly disturbing for her. Lastly, he can invade dreams and Momina was someone who also had her dreams invaded so really these two are like oil and water. [Yet they keep finding their way around each other...]

Mukhtar:

🥊 -What do they love to do? What do they hate to do?

Mukhtar absolutely loves music. He has many music devices which actually include record players! It was something he inherited from his maternal grandfather [both the record player and his love for blues, Somali music and jazz.] Mukhtar is someone who likes to take it easy [but not that easy because he did go down the criminal route...] he's a very chill and laid back person so other things he enjoys doing is laying around [or floating around], drinking [don't tell Momina] and just enjoying the atmosphere. He also has a home theater to further enjoy music.

Mukhtar hates having to bust his ass [why'd you become a criminal, goofy?] and pain [why'd you become a criminal, goofy?] he just wants to live life easily and in luxury for himself and his family. But alas...the world was never so easy. [Why'd you become a criminal, goofy?]

🍩 -Who is your OC’s arch-nemesis or rival?

Personally, if you asked Mukhtar, he'd say no one! What a waste of time, how bothersome, wouldn't you rather smell the roses and drink champagne? [Don't tell Momina.] But if you asked, say, Mammon, they would agree no one is important enough to be that for them [Mammon desperately not trying to think of Fon] but they'll concede that Mukhtar is an annoying fuck and if possible they'd want him eliminated [unless of course they enter a business venture together, now it's fine. Mukhtar may live.]

[coffeeghoulie]

Hi, hello, it’s me, the Whore

It’s thanksgiving, so here I am, in your inbox, thankful you started writing smut.

Ghostober- Need I say more? All of them were just perfection.

Sexting was my favorite though. CAUSE FUCK. Hockey Ghoul AU?? absolutely. I need more hockey ghoul in my life. My two passions.

Five minutes for fighting- Are you kidding me? The amount of times I’ve busted to this.

Please keep writing smut. It’s so SO good.

-🤤

I am going to be so real with you, I was an idiot who decided to check tumblr at their parents’ when I saw this, so I’m grinning like a fool with my brightness turned *all* the way down.

I’m very glad you enjoyed my writing, genuinely, I am so flattered. If you’re thankful for my writing, I’m thankful for the reception it got. I was genuinely so terrified posting five minutes for fighting that I didn’t even say anything, I just posted it and ran.

(i think you should know I’ve got a real filthy swiss/aeon fic in the works that should be done in the next couple weeks, depends on if my brain will let me write lmao, I have given myself too many projects)

Thank you so much, and I hope you have a lovely thanksgiving <3

[thetriggeredhappy]

HAPPY WOMB EVACUATION DAY MY FRIEND!

♫Every year we celebrate, with stupid hats and plastic plates, on the fact that you were able to make another trip around the Sun♫

♫Now the whole crowd gathers round, with Joys and laughter all abound, your family and friends all stand around to sing this stupid song♫

♫HAPPY BIRTHDAY♫

♫NOW YOU'RE ONE YEAR OLDER♫

♫HAPPY BIRTHDAY♫

♫YOUR LIFE STILL ISN'T OVER♫

♫HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!! HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!! HAPPY BIRTHDAY TOOOooooo...

Dave? John? Sarah? Lacy? Jack? Conner? Jeramy? Claude? Ada? Terpin?...

♫TO YOUUUUUUUUU♫

(Family birthday song, hap birth)

[obey-me-headquarters]

ok first, you are so invalid for hating cereal

and second, you got something written for that medical/examination kink? I would like to know more pls 👀

Personally feels like Barbatos would be really into it. He tortures examines demons all the time so to have someone else examine him? He likes the pleasurable aspects of course but he also just finds it really fascinating seeing you (or feeling you if he's lying on his stomach) poke and prod him.

Firstly: food should not be wet!! Listen to my wisdom, food should be dry and hot, drink should be wet and cool. No hot drinks, no wet food.

Secondly: unfortunately I do not have anything in my drafts for the examination kink :( I'm still trying to see what aspects about it I practical like, so I'll get inspired and sit down and write it lol. I'm not sure if I really vibe with the whole pussy spreading bit that is popular in most examination kinks. But I do like the idea of strapping someone do and being like "Ok now we're going to see how long a human person can be edged until they go crazy. Let's go." Or "know we're seeing how long it takes for someone to pass out from overstimulation."

Wait, fuck. That last idea kinda already jells really well with my "can demons pass out from overstimulation" drabble. So I guess perpare to see something like that soon lol.

Or! Or I like the idea of someone getting new parts and tied down to experiment how that feels. Or, the sub has never worked themselves up to an orgasm before so the dom is going to strap em down and ring a few out of them. This idea was kinda present in my "Luci gets a pussy" fic, so I do have *some* examination stuff written already.

I really love your Barbatos suggestion!! I agree I think he'll be into it! Ok but Hot Take time, I think Barbatos is lowkey a brat. Like, he just gives off the "Oh? You think you can dom me?" Vibes of a brat. Definitely plays along with your demands. But really he just wants to forced to knees and made to submit. He wants to be absolutely wrecked.

He'll definitely scoff at the toys you laid out, but he's still being perfectly obedient and laying down so you can strap him in. Lays down like he's getting ready for a nap as you poke and prod down there.

That is, until you get the warming gel and apply it directly to his clit. You go back to looking through your papers as Barbatos is suddenly made aware of how much his clits throbs and burns and it feels like he doesn't touch it he'll die. So he starts squirming against the restraints, but you don't pay him any attention until he clears his throat and says that he would really appreciate if you were rub his clit real quick, it just feels a title itchy. But you don't even glance at him when you tell him that you're not allowed to interfere with the testing.

I'm gonna stop it there before I get into ANOTHER one of my kinks (This one is spefically about itching powder.... if anyone else also heard of this smut or reads about it, feel free to bust into my inbox I hear barely anyone talking about this kind of thing lol)

But anyways. Slowly breaking Barbatos twitj your long drawn tests, only to do a 180 and press a wand against his clit and don't take it off of him until he cums three times in a row.

[yukiokumura]

I absolutely agree that Yukio has worked hard and had way too much put on him, and I'm not someone who would necessarily call him a gifted kid, but most "gifted kids" are developmentally disabled kids with a lopsided skillset and frequently have to work harder to compensate in the areas they're lacking while their disabilities are not only never accommodated, but often downplayed or ignored entirely. So while I get your frustration I'd be cool if you wouldn't act like kids labeled as gifted, who frequently end up suicidal and with other mental illnesses on top of their pre-existing disabilities, don't work hard. There's a good chance that at least some of the people putting that label on him are doing so because they see pieces of their own trauma in him.

Usually I delete asks like this, but let's break down exactly what you think I mean and exactly what everyone else means.

You think that when I talk about "gifted kids" i am demeaning children who are developmentally disabled.

What I actually mean is that the term "gifted kid" is a bullshit term and should never be used.

I was a "gifted kid." There is nothing else you need to know about me other than that. I was and am exactly the person you describe and I hate that term with a fiery passion. I don't believe in "gifted kid burnout," I believe in depression. I don't believe in "gifted kids," I believe in children who were socially inept due to one factor or another.

Yukio was not fucking gifted. He was never gifted. What you're describing is not a fucking gift. He was traumatized into busting his ass from age 6 because literally from the moment he opened his eyes, he saw monsters that seemingly no one else could see. This kid was born with PTSD.

Yukio was not fucking gifted. He was given an opportunity to claw himself into a space of control where he could kill the things that haunted him on a daily basis and become stronger than his nightmares.

Yukio was not a fucking gifted kid. He is a traumatized teenager who was raised to be a soldier, who was taught by his father in a classroom setting that killing himself in order to save the people around him was the correct thing to do, who was so desperate to value himself in some way that he felt as though snapping at Shiemi and feeling any type of emotion was unforgivable.

Yukio. is. not. a. gifted. kid.

Get the fuck out of my inbox.

[sodadrabbles]

hear me out- one more littleboo but like if they were crying or like going through smt and ranboo just helps//comforts them if that makes sense? GEHDDH okay have a good day :]

THE PEOPLE DEMAND HURT/COMFORT. I SHALL FEED YOU, MY PEOPLE

Also, I wanted to address why I use ‘Ranboo’ in these fics, when referring to the actual CC- We don’t know Ranboo’s real name. I want to respect his wishes and not speculate, because that’s creepy. So, I just use Ranboo. A couple people were asking in my inbox. I know Tubbo said his name was Mark, but that was never confirmed, and, again, I don’t want to speculate on his personal information, that’s WEIRD.

LIttleboo IV: Hurt/comfort or bust.

Pairing: Ranboo x sibling!Reader (gender-neutral)!

Rating: Soft. Bad ending, I’m so sorry (NOT ANGST, IM JUST BAD AT WRITING)

Summary: Being a freshman sucks ass, but Ranboo bought taco bell, it’s all good.

To say today was a bad day would be an understatement. It was probably the most terrible, horrible, no good, very bad day of your 14-year-old life. The whole day the universe would launch bad thing after bad thing at you, as if it was somehow testing you in your will to deal with bullshit. Like it was asking you ‘What are you willing to put up with today?’

Your answer was ‘Not fucking this.’

You woke up to your brother shaking you softly, telling you the power had gone out and you were both late. For an upperclassman this wasn’t a big deal- But you were a freshman. Your teachers were going to give you absolute hell for being late, and knowing Ranboo was going to get off scot-free made you a little salty. You had to skip breakfast and had to leave with your hair still a bit messy, barely able to comb through it with your fingers while Ranboo drove you both to school.

Then there was a pop quiz first period- English. You were never terrible at english, but being on the topic of the last three chapters of the book you were reading for class- Chapters which you had not read yet- The test had been a little difficult. Not to mention the hunger clawing at your stomach, and the strange fog that was settled about your thoughts.

You thought you could catch a break through second period and lunch, knowing Chemistry would be an easy day and you could grab something good with your brother, but fate had other plans in mind.

During Chemistry, you were tasked with picking a partner and completing an experiment afterthought worksheet, going over the experiment you had done in class the day before. You were paired with the nice girl sat next to you- At least you thought she was nice. As the teacher dismissed the class to begin talking amongst themselves, you turned to start asking her how her experiment went yesterday. You didn’t have a chance to ask, however, as the girl snapped at you harshly. “Don’t even bother! I’m not doing this assignment. Do it on your own.”

Her voice was pitched and loud, and it caused you to wince back. You tilt your head and try to ask her, but she cuts you off by flicking the paper in your direction. It sends both your papers flying, and you try to catch them, but fail miserably and fall out of your chair unceremoniously. As you fall, your foot comes up to counter balance and you nearly kick the girl in the head- Keyword being nearly. You were sure you were able to stop yourself, and hadn’t touched it, but still the girl screeches and begins screaming bloody murder. The teacher comes over to check what’s going on, the girl sobbing and holding her head.

And then she lies through her teeth.

“Sir, she just kicked me! I was just asking about her experiment and she kicks me!”

She’s sobbing dramatically, and though you’re clearly not at fault, considering it was clear you had fallen out of your chair. Even still the teacher sides with her, giving you a short and disappointing talk about violent behaviour in the classroom, ending with “I have no choice but to give you lunch detention and a zero on the assignment.”

You don’t try to argue- Exhaustion was already settling on your body and you didn’t want to just make the situation worse than it already was. The rest of second period dragged on like a snail. You sat awkwardly at your table, twiddling your thumbs and staring at the walls. You could feel eyes boring into the back of your skull with each passing glance at the students. A few whispers that seemed much too loud yet indecipherable hitting your ears, somehow knowing deep in your soul that the other students were whispering about you. By the time the lunch bell rang you were starting to feel tears prick at your eyes as your own thoughts betrayed you.

During lunch detention, you were at the very least allowed your phone. You texted your brother, alerting him that you had lunch detention. He promised to bring you food before your third period began- The gesture brought a smile to your face. Your third period was your favorite, because Ranboo was also taking that class. US History. You were able to push through detention with Philza’s stream, starting a TTS war with Wilbur in the time you were able to watch. Of course, mentioning you were in detention earned you a little rant from Phil, not doing much to better your mood.

When third period came down to bless you, you could feel the tears welling in your eyes at the happy sight of your tall older brother holding a taco bell bag in his hand. You basically tackled him, nearly knocking him to the ground. His arms flew around you for stability, and you gripped the back of his shirt as an involuntary sob came out of your mouth. 

Ranboo stared down at you with his brows furrowed with concern, his mouth pulled into a tight frown. He pushed you to the side to allow other students to get into the classroom, and released you from the hug to look you in the face. Your eyes were puffy and your cheeks and nose were red, stray tears still rolling down your cheeks. He wiped one away.

“(Y/N), what happened? Why are you crying?” He asked, your eyes avoiding him. You hated to cry in front of people- But the stress of the day weighed heavy on your shoulders. You had just gotten too excited. When you explained this, Ranboo shook his head. “(Y/N) it’s perfectly okay, you don’t have to apologize.”

He hugged you again, and you hugged him back. After standing there for a moment, the annoying ring of the school bell sounded overheard, alerting you that class was starting.

“Tell you what,” Ranboo beamed at you, picking up the bag of food. “We’re gonna go in there, annoy Mr. Anderson, and eat chalupas until we explode. Sound good?”

You smile and nod your head. God, your older brother is so cool.

---

The rest of the day was smooth as it could be. You spent all of third period messing around with Ranboo- The assignment given for the day forgotten as homework that you would sit down and do together before Ranboo had to stream. You feared that your fourth period, Algebra, would once again break you down into a ball of anxiety and terror. But to your pleasant surprise, you would be watching a movie with a substitute for that class.

Your mood had been significantly raised by the time the bell had rung, releasing you from the confines of the building. You packed your things quietly, the hustle and bustle of an emptying school occupying your senses. You had rushed down through the hallways towards to doors leading to student parking. Ranboo was supposed to be waiting for you at the car.

But before you could reach the door, you felt a hand grip your bag, pulling you backwards. Your feet flew out from under you as you fell to the ground, your bag being ripped from your shoulders. You felt you back collide with the cold, tiled ground, pain shooting through spine. 

Shrill giggling sounds from above you. You groan and roll onto your front, staring up at a group of three girls laughing at you. You recognized the one holding your bag from your chemistry class. By the looks of the other two, they were also freshmen. You try to get on your feet, but the girl swings her leg, knocking your hands out from under you. You feel something press against your back. 

The girl from your class laughs as she bends down to look at you. “You thought you could get away with that little stunt?” She sneers, her hand grabbing your face. Not able to think of anything else to do, you snap your jaws, nearly biting her. She screeches and backs away.

“DID YOU JUST TRY TO BITE ME?” She screams, her face twisted in disgust. You feel the presume on your back worsen, and you strain your neck to see who was standing on your back. You recognized the guy as a junior on the soccer team. You vaguely recalled the girl mentioned she was dating a guy on the soccer team. 

You squirm, freeing your hands from underneath you. Just as you were about to grab the guy’s leg, you hear a familiar voice shout. The three girls in front of you scatter like rats- But the soccer player stays. He turns to look at whoever shouted, his chest puffing out as if he’s prepared for a fight. However the color seems to drain from his face when he sees the mystery person- And he runs away like a dog with its tail between its legs.

As you start to stand, someone grabs you by the shoulders and helps you up. You’re met with the mop of brown hair and concerned gray eyes of your older brother. He helps you to your feet, handing you your bag. You thank him as you throw the bag over your shoulders, giving your older brother a tight hug.

You don’t even realize there were tears in your eyes again, until Ranboo tells you to dry your eyes. “Sorry…” You whisper, hand wiping away the water. “I don’t know why I’m crying.

Ranboo smiles at you again, his hand patting the top of your head. You smile at him too, and he leads you out of the school, asking if you’re alright or if anything hurts. You spend the walk to the car feeling grateful you have someone to help you out like that. It has you smiling to entire ride home.

[elysianslove]

omg???? 🥺🥺 my contributions??????? chefs kiss??? 🥺🥺🥺 LMAO sal im in luv w u </3 ok but djfjfk since you requested.... reki thoughts 🤲👁

reki who, every time y’all fuck, loves missionary so he can keep his eyes locked with yours & one of his hands just softly holding the back of your head, which is such a contrast from the way he’s gripping your hip so harshly while ramming into you at such a fast pace,,, he adores looking at your face as he does so he can see how he’s affecting you but after a while of trying to keep his composure and only let out breathy pants and groans he just... slowly starts coming apart at the seams, and the proximity of your guys’s faces is now giving you a front row seat to how you affect him instead. his expression scrunching up slowly, starting at his brows, the pace of his thrusting now wavering,,, now focused on the power behind them instead of consistency. the whines and moans he was trying to hold back finding their way out, nd he’s just looking at u with so much love in his eyes just completely letting u see how you’re affecting him in that moment i jjst 🥺 im bout to bust.. in conclusion.... OMFBXNFN ALSOS IMAGINE .. wearing one of his hoodies >>>>>> while he fucks u or just in general LMAOAOFB

not me writing this down then copy pasting it here because the vision in my head was too powerful i didn’t wanna lose it HAHAJA

-🐰

are u kidding me ABSOLUTELY YES !!! i love all ur asks so much like literally just seeing u in my inbox gets me excited. and I WAS RIGHT LMFAO LOOK AT THAT ????? THATS SO GOOD ?????? feeding my reki brainrot i cant wait to see him again this saturday pls <3333 

anyways im in love with you too and i WILL be coming back to this later cause hwbwjwjdjwdjd i love this so much, and pls, send literally any thirsts or fluffs anything at all!!! ur just so big brained even if it’s a one liner ill expand just 

i love u <3 

[mittensmorgul]

The line “Cas helped” says absolutely nothing about where Cas is, Bobby said that Jack left after fixing the paradise, so Cas could have gone with him. It's bothering me people using this line to say that Dean and Cas are canonically together in heaven when that's not true. Dean barely cared about Cas and preferred to drive out until Sam arrived.

I'm gonna be honest with you, anon. I got this message a couple days ago, and my first experience reading it through was like yes, Yes I get you, YES.... wait wtf? lol nooooopppppppe

I had to separate how I personally think about the finale (i.e. what finale?) and how this came across due to my personal bias of having a lot of nasty anons drop anti-destiel in my inbox over the years. So apologies if I misinterpreted your intent behind this message.

Then again, if it *is* an anti-destiel thing, then I'm afraid you found the wrong inbox entirely...

*In Canon* in the finale, Dean was... careless of Cas and his fate, and the reasons behind his sacrifice, and honestly it came across as if Dean were lobotomized and 90% of his personality was just erased completely. I mean, even if he was in Heaven where he could've seen anyone he'd lost over those years, or heck even spent some more time with Bobby who had been a father figure to him most of his life and Dean hadn't seen since season seven, more than EIGHT YEARS ago, instead of driving alone on back roads which is literally what he spent most of his life doing... Dean "Family Don't End In Blood" Winchester really would've preferred to be alone until Sam died of old age and joined him in heaven? After the show spent a decade or more reminding us that Sam and Dean were never "enough" for each other's happiness? Heck... What a dismal fucking ending. I don't think they could've come up with a more depressing ending if they'd tried.

So yeah, I agree with you. It really bothers me that fandom has attempted to turn this into a happy ending. I mean, I get the impetus to make it okay through fanfic, but there was absolutely nothing about that ending that was okay for me, and I personally have zero desire to give the show credit it does not deserve by "forcing happiness" onto the situation.

It was objectively not a happy ending.

"Cas helped" means nothing. There was zero context for what that meant.

Dean: Well, at least I made it to Heaven. Bobby: Yep. Dean: What memory is this? Bobby: It ain't ya idjit. Dean: Yeah it is, 'cause the last I heard you... you were in Heaven's lockup. Bobby: Was. Now I'm not. That kid of yours before he went... wherever, made some changes here. Busted my ass out. And then he -- Well, he set some things right. Tore down all the walls up here. Heaven ain't just reliving your golden oldies anymore. It's what it always should've been. Everyone happy. Everyone together. Rufus lives about five miles that way -- with Aretha. Thought she'd have better taste. And your mom and dad... they got a place over yonder. It ain't just Heaven, Dean. It's the Heaven you deserve. And we've been waiting for you. Dean: So, Jack did all that? Bobby: Well... Cas helped. It's a big new world out there. You'll see.

Jack apparently "fixed Heaven" and then disappeared (became one with the raindrops or whatever? who even knows, and what about Amara? I feel sick over her fate, too... and did anyone ever tell Kelly that her son did save the universe, or did Jack even stop caring about her after whatever happened to him in 15.19? Because that's entirely horrific...)

Everyone is happy, and everyone is together... which means if that's true, then there is no free will, which Dean would find horrific.

And... "Cas helped." WHAT DID HE HELP WITH?! Did Jack just borrow Cas's knowledge of Dean to create a heaven he would like? Like seriously, wtf? If Cas was saved from the empty, they would've told us that. The series finale is not the time to mince words. They explicitly did NOT tell us that. I refuse to give them that one, and it pisses me off that (outside of fanfic, where all headcanons are valid... I just don't want to read those particular fanfics lol) fandom seems to have defaulted to crediting the show with that one. I just can't.

Sorry this turned into a bit of a rant, and apologies to people who have adopted that headcanon because it's their chosen coping mechanism for the final episode, but I can't... I just can't with that one.

[gentrychild]

I just got done reading remembrance, good god what a fun ride!! One of the comments on there mentioned past AFO (who I will now call Bad For One lol) following izu into canon, and god can you IMAGINE if DFO had to bust out and fight off BFO to protect his ducky? Had to feel first hand the TERROR the families of his victims felt when he culled them? How bad he really be? Ultimate fucking karma and irony, tbh.

He’d see izuku be absolutely TERRIFIED of him, like a Visceral Response On Sight and know Shit Went Down between BFO and his boy, would he feel any sort of guilt over that? Would he be more pro-vault than ever, despite Izuku’s absolute bone-deep terror at the kidnapping attempt??

And poor Izuku!! He runs into BFO who’s like “thought u got away, did u? >:3c” and suddenly BOTH AFOs are fighting over him/kidnapping him from each other, Izu’s just in a constant state of disbelief and hysteria? AM has lost all his hair after it turned white and fell out and is genuinely a skeleton now, aizawa’s more feral than izuku he’s so stressed, Gran Torino has Ascended to a god-like state of grandparental worry, 1-A and the world in general are all Fucking Losing It etc god imagine the CHAOS! I am LIVING for it!!

And then BFO finding out this odd, fascinating boy is his son!!! And instead of it deterring him, he’s just like, “....my ducky now. 😎” and steals him anyway lmao

Then maybe DFO teams up with aizawa, Gran Torino, and toshi to get their boy back? 🤭 this idea has completely run away from me lmfaoo

God, if/when I have a better handle on how to write AFO and more time I think I’d be ALL OVER writing this, but for now I am just REELING (also so sorry for the huge submission!! It was supposed to be One Ask but then it totally snowballed, I know you JUST cleaned out your inbox but it was just SO good, I HAD to gush!! iui)

Final notes:

-BFO and DFO do the jojo walk towards each other meme when they meet

-Izuku, holding himself hostage with a fucking gun at some point in the middle of BFO and DFO’s brawl: “ok... so like, what the FUCK is going on here?!”

-DFO, Gran Torino, and All Might call their squad Don’t Fucky, With The Ducky

-Shigaraki is.... deeply confused

-in the end, Inko obliterates both AFOs and takes her poor traumatized son home for some katsudon and hot chocolate (mainly bc the alternative is Deku Is Vaulted By One Or The Other AFOs, Maybe Even BOTH, FOREVER!)

[tellywoodtrash]

immj2 28+29.12.20 lbs

ok we just gonna skimmmmmmmmmmmmm through these eps real quick, coz i wanna get back to reading my Bridgerton books.

28.12.20

i ship this so much, it fuckin hurtsssssss. GIVE ME THE KILLING EVE-ESQUE SAPPHIC ROMANCE I WANT, TELLYWOOD, STOP BEING SUCH FUCKING COWARDSSSSSSSSSSSSS

aaaaaaand she’s disappeared.

................... coz angre got his hands on her. angre i swear to god if you don’t unhand her and go back to just simping for your wife...........

lmao she bit him and ran away.

................ straightttttttttt into vansh’s arms.

oh shit. i ship this too????? fuck, this show is just too chock-full with ridiculously good looking people and i need them all to kiss each other’s necks.

ok, maybe not. BAAT BAAT PE YEH MANHOOS CHAAKU KYUN NIKAAL LETA HAI?!!?!? HAVE YOU NOT HEARD THAT THE PEN IS MIGHTIER THAN THE POCKET-CHAKKU?!!?!?

anyway, ahaana’s got a brain and just started screaming her head offfff for riddhima. which is what a normal person (read, anyone NOT RIDDHIMA) would do.

hein who this curly haired girl????

anyway, ahaana like i gots a secrettttt to tellll you. ABOUT VANSHHHHHHHH.

kabir a messyass bitch like me and is like ooooooooooooh ab aayega mazzaaaa.

iss sab ke beech ishani like heyyyy, this is my dress!!!!!! SIS, NO ONE CARES, WE ABOUT TO GET SOME HELLA GOOD GOSSIP. JESUS. PRIORITIES!!!

ahaana like someone wants to killllllllllllllllllll meeeeeeeeeeeeeee, and riddhima is like huh what who why they wanna kill you???? and sis, i think you know from living in this murder-house that ppl don’t particularly need a reason as such to wanna kill you. they just like homicide as a hobby.

vansh like I SHALLLLLLLLLLL PROTECT YOUUUUUUUUUU, YOU SHALL LIVE HERE. sir, i’m pretty sure it’s YOU that she’s talking about that wants to kill her.

riddhima like uhhhhhhhhh??? the fuck is going on? why you promising security to this chick who wanted to phodofy your bhaanda????

SOMEONE TELL ME WHO THAT CURLY HAIR GIRL IS, HAVE I FORGOTTEN A WHOLEASS CHARACTER OF THIS SHOW COZ I DIDN’T WATCH FOR 2 DAYS???????

anyway riddhima like WHOOOOOOOO IS SHEEEEE, YOU KNOW EACH OTHER FROM BEFORE????????? like damn, your psycho murderous ex is living in this house thanks to you, and vansh can’t even know a woman that’s not you????/

ahaana going on and on about this stupid SECRET and omg just spit it out or gtfo. i have 8 books of regency era sexy shenanigans to read, and i’m wasting time here on this nonsense.

ok. she saved his life. and did “seva” it seems. lmao the mental image i have.

“vansh, apna vaada yaad hai na? ki tum mera karz chukaaoge; keemat ya shakl jo bhi ho.” oh???????? big promise from vansh, if true.

vansh beginning to regret making such lofty vows.

(also mmmmmmm, what else dat pouty mouth do, baby???)

dadi has taken over and is like you saved my vansh‘s lifeeeeeeee, i shall make sure vansh keeps his promise, blah blah. lord WHAT IS THE POINT OF ALLLLLLL THISSSSSS?!?!?

riddhima like, why did you call me if you wanted to get in touch with him? why not just call him directly????

shaaaaaady reactions from vansh/ahaana at that. lightttttt goes out.

comes back on, and angre like fuck all this, let’s celebrate the new yearrrrrrrr. not sus at all. y’all are alllllllllllllll so fucking shady man. god, ahaana, just bust my girl ridz outta here and go to alaska and eat spaghetti together. iykyk.

and they all just started ballroom dancing as if they’re in beauty and the beast. attention span of a fucking gnat these ppl have. ek baat pe dhyaan nahi tiktiiii.

i’m here for this also. i just want all the sexy ppl to be with each other. idc who is with whom. just put any two of them together and i’m happy.

these two throwing some chabayaa hua dhamkis at each other. I DON’T CAAAAAAAAAAAAAARE UNLESS YOU SPILLING SPECIFIC DEEEEEEEEEEETS.

iske dimaag ke ghode kentucky derby mein daudne lage hain.

and hubs fullllllllllllly knows. he wanted exactly that.

she tries to ask questions and as usual, he shuts her down with ainvayi ki philosophy. MAN WHAT WILL IT FUCKING TAKE FOR YOU TO ANSWER A QUESTION STRAIGHT?????

big talk about pyaaaar and vishwaaaas and bro, i fully know what you’re doing here, you fucking bastard. bloody gaslighting her into ignoring her own instincts in the name of trusting you. like yes, she’s like extraaaa with the jasoosi, but she’s asking RELEVANT, PERTINENT QUESTIONS.

meanwhile this rakshason ki toli has got their hands on the “yes okay i’m a spy!!!!!!!!!!!!!” recording that siya had. great. wonderful. best.

they decide to wait for right moment to use it and show vansh. oh you fucking dumbasses................... he already knows. this is the problem; no one bothers to fucking communicate in this family. 

kabir trying to get the goss outta ahaana, but vansh ne mundi se ishaara kiya and angre just threw a drink on K, so he had to leave to go change.

i like her.

lol she called him a loser. never has a character been more right about all the men of this stupid show.

ahaana staring at vansh in a real strange way. oh bro, kya kaand kiya tha iske saath????? sach sach bolllllllllll.

these two seem have slid into each other’s inboxes already???? oh yeaaaaaaaaah.

ishani has come back with one V for Vendetta mask and is smirking some more about how riddhima is going down. *sigh* same old, same old. 

more ainvayi ka dancing. man, what a waste of a filler episode.

at the dinner table, riddhima finds a chit saying your life is in danger, come meet me out in the backyard. ishani and aryan and chachi making real weird faces. did they send the note or did ahaana???? either way, this not gonna end well for riddhima. as per always.

it’s got to the point where EVEN riddhima is calling out the plotholes in the damn show out loud; saying ahaana said HER life was in danger, now how the fuck is this all about MY life being in danger???

anyway the dumbass goes to investigate.

she got shoved into a car by V for Vendetta (that’s what they should call the show.) which is now filling up with smoke. wonderful.

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29.12.20

she’s so fucking stupid. there’s no way the car doors can be locked from the outside in such a way that they cannot be opened from the inside. peeche ke doors pe child-lock hain bhi, toh she can just climb to the front and open the front doors and jump out. honestly riddhima.

ishani trying to distract vansh from going to look for riddhima with chocolate cake.

vansh is me. cake pakda diya toh duniya ki koi parwaah nahi. it just meeeeeeeeeee and my cake, made for each other, truuueeeeeee loveee.

ALSO LMAO WHY DOES THIS DUDE EAT CAKE LIKE THIS?!?!?!?!?!?!?!

riddhima still choking and struggling like a dumbass.

cake done, vansh off to look for his wife. gotta say, he’s got his priorities straight.

ishani making shady faces with Guy Fawkes mask. godddddd. who cares who cares who caresssss?

after 19023019283092130912390 moments of suspense, he finally found her and broke her outta the car.

some loving scolding for wandering off without telling him. dude’s she’s a grownass woman, not a toddler/pet.

anyway she told him someone shoved her in the car and he’s clenching his jaw most magnificently mmmmmmm that jawwww.

ab yeh kaunsi nayi musibat hai???

he’s promising to find and punish whoever and she’s thinking omg it kabir?!?!?!!!!!!!! as if noooooone else in the house wants to murder her.

she’s like you saved me again!!!!!!!! and he’s literally like stop playing khatron ke khiladi up in here every day and i won’t have to, bitch.

ishani literalllllly flaunting that mask on her arm and riddhima like OUFF YEH KHOOONI NANAD BAAZ NAHI AATI.

side mein dekha toh kabir also has one like that.

lmao everyyyyyyone has one of these masks.

R like i need to gtfo here from the presence of all these assholes, k byeeeeee.

she’s confronting ahaana ki why you call me outside and not show up yourself????

ahaana like, bitch tf you talking about? i didn’t call you or send any chit??!?!! get used to it ahaana, iss ghar mein rahogi toh yeh hourly occurance hai, aisa random chutiyaapa. tumhein toh aadat hogi hi, pichle janam mein oberois ke saath jo rahi ho.

riddhima bringing up vansh and ahaana like YOUR MAN SHADYYYYY AF. YOU SHOULDN’T TRUST HIM SO MUCH. iss ek line se hi i have gotten it ki ahaana has been planted by vansh and he’s trying to see if riddhima falls for anyone else’s hearsay again.

riddhima is giving speech about how much she trusts vansh and they’re each others’ parchhaai or some such shit, and lmaoooooooooooooo ahaana’s face......

same, sis. absolutely saaaame.

ahaana like “zindagi mein har bimaari ki dawaai hai, par galatfehmi ki nahi.” snortttttttt.

ahaana going heavy on “vansh don’t love you, he wants to killll your ass” speech and ouff....... ofc riddhima won’t listen. dumbass.

there is not ONE wrong thing ahaana is saying about vansh. not ONE. literally all of it is true. i mean, maybe he does “love” her or whatever, but kya hi karein aise bekaar roz roz life ruin karne waale pyaar ka? isse achcha toh naa hi kare pyaar.

aaaaaaaaand she got slapped for truth-telling. fuck. riddhima, you are such a fucking dumbass. where all this slappiness for your damn husband who was lying to your face for monthssssss, huh????

ugh mera pati mera ishq bhashaan. this chick deserves to be murdered. blindass.................. she’s doing the exact same shit she did with kabir, total blindddddd faith without listening to any reason. she deserves to be fucked over if she refused to learn anything from that kaand and won’t use her fucking brain even now.

honestly this sanctimonious speech she’s giving ahaana........

but for once she’s using her MAALKIN OF THE HOUSE rutba and telling to ahaana to gtfo the house.

lmao ahaana like tell vansh to throw me out, and i’ll go.

cut to......... riddhima is randomly staring at a ladder. as one does.

helllllllllllllllllllllllo. 😏😏😏

riddhima trying to tell vansh ki ahaana is off her rocker and....

well okay then! no more talking about ahaana! 🥰🥰🥰

great. all that was buttering up for the trust test he has set up for her.

climb the ladder, it seems. oh boy. i know what’s coming............

lmaooooo she climbs it and is like ok now you know that i trust you??? can i come back down now??? LOL DUMBASS HOW DID YOU NOT GUESS WHAT HE WANTED FROM THE MOMENT HE TOLD YOU TO CLIMB???????? dimaag ghutno mein hai iss ladki ki.

he’s telling her to jump. ofc. fucking asshole. tereko shauk hai random high places se chhalaang maarne ko toh you’ll make everyone do it or what?

HE’S ACTUALLY GETTING MAD AT HER HESITATION AND ALL I’LL CATCH YOU, DO YOU NOT TRUST ME?????? main hoti toh kehti ki bro, it’s not you that i don’t trust, i just know gravity as a force is more powerful than you are.

stupid stupiddddd bitch. she’s doing it also. DUDE, THIS IS A CLASSIC ABUSIVE TECHNIQUE, WHY DON’T YOU KNOW ANYTHINGGGGGGGGGGGGGGG RIDDHIMAAAAA?!!?!?!? LIKE........................ THIS IS WHY PEOPLE SHOULDN’T BE ALLOWED TO GET MARRIED BEFORE THE AGE OF 30. THEIR BRAINS ARE JUST NOT GROWN ENOUGH!!!!!!!!!!!!!

how self satisfied she looks. fucking dumbass.

while his face is like ‘i can’t believe the twit actually did it.’

some more talk about how she trusts him mosttttttttttttttttttttttttt in the world, while he gets horny for it. god, what a pair of boring dysfunctional fucks. i liked it better when he was vihaan and had a bondage kink.

bharosa talk bharosa talk and oh my god it’s sooooooo fucking obvious he’s planted ahaana to test her and her trust. aaj yeh toh bas level 1 tha. the chutiyaapa just gonna go up from here.

she’s like i don’t like ahaana, why does she have to stay here? he’s turning it back on her and saying if we trust each other, what does it matter if she stays here or says whatever????? which ....... is just some reallyyyyyyyyyyyyy manipulative BS.

he’s saying she has some “issues” that he’ll handle. oh lord. ahaana in danger of getting murdered by this fucker too.

riddhima giving some more vaasta of her neverending trust.........

while this asshole makes these very TRUSTWORTHY faces.

aaaaaaaaaaaaand someone watches them. as per usual. no wonder vansh made sure to go far far far far away from this house to get some nookie. idhar karte toh it would be like those olden days royal weddings, where the whole court would come and sit and watch the marriage being consummated.

[littlespoonevan]

asjdfh that conversation in 7x10 always bothered me so much!!! this ended up less confrontational than i had intended but hopefully it still makes it v clear how much ian is still in love with mickey <3 the dialogue during the first half of the conversation is taken directly from the scene in 7x10 so obviously, isn’t of my own creation.

(just a head’s up: i’m not accepting anymore prompts at the moment while i work on the ones in my inbox <3)

*

Ian turns the burner phone over in his hand, eyes flicking to the time on his watch and back to the phone.

He’s supposed to meet Mickey in twenty minutes.

Fuck.

Seeing him this morning had completely unravelled every carefully constructed lie Ian has been telling himself for the past two years. Namely, that he’s over Micky.

Because he isn’t. Fuck, he isn’t. It had taken every ounce of willpower he possessed not to press Mickey into the chain-link fence and devour him like he’d wanted to. Being in his orbit again, smelling that same familiar scent, feeling Mickey’s hands on him, staring into those blue eyes…Ian had been ready to toss any and all common sense out the window just to have a chance to kiss Mickey again.

He blows out a breath and pushes himself to stand up. Whatever happens tonight he thinks he needs to see Mickey again. Even if it’s just one last time.

He pockets the phone and hurries down the stairs, intent on slipping out without anyone noticing he’s gone, but his plans are foiled when he finds Fiona just waking up on the couch. They make general conversation for a minute or two while she tells him about the money issues at the laundromat but Ian’s focus gets pulled away the minute the burner phone starts vibrating with another text.

You coming or not, Gallagher?

Ian bites his lip, staring intently at the screen before he remembers to answer Fiona’s question of why he’s still awake. “Couldn’t sleep,” he replies absently. He snaps the phone shut, curling his fingers around it.

“You ever, uh, think about what woulda happened if you’d ran off with Jimmy-Steve?” He doesn’t know what possesses him to ask but he just- he thinks maybe she’ll get it. Maybe she’ll understand the mess of emotions spiralling through his head right now.

The look of complete and utter surprise on Fiona’s face followed by the amused puff of air tells him almost instantly she probably won’t get it.

“Lying sociopath Jimmy-Steve?” she prompts and Ian waits for her to keep going, hoping she might still surprise him. “My life would be a…non-stop psycho thriller. I definitely dodged a bullet with that one.”

And he tries not to but he can’t help the way his heart sinks at her words. He wants her to understand where he’s coming from. To remember the hold Jimmy-Steve used to have over her emotions and her willpower and her heart. Because more than anything, he wants someone to help him fucking rationalise what he’s feeling right now.

“What if nothing ever gives you that same thrill again?” he murmurs, avoiding her gaze and feeling his eyes being drawn back to the phone. “Would you still feel like you dodged a bullet?”

Fiona seems to think about it for a second, frowning as she answers. “I don’t know…Probably.”

He wonders what that’s like. To know with absolute certainty nothing and no one could ever make you feel that way again but that you’re still better off. He doesn’t believe that.

“Where’s this comin’ from?” Fiona asks him then, shifting on the couch to turn towards Ian more.

He sighs, figuring he may as well tell her some of it. “Things have been weird between me and Trev since Mickey got out.”

“You mean since Mickey busted out of prison and has got half the Chicago police department circling the South Side lookin’ for him?” Fiona retorts and she says it softly but it’s still cuts a bit.

“I can’t get him outta my head,” Ian admits, shaking his head and closing his eyes for a second as the memory of Mickey standing so close, being so present, sends his nerves tingling. “I’m just…trying to stop myself from doing something I shouldn’t.”

And he’s not, really. Because he knows whatever Fiona says he’ll still go. He knows even if this is a bad idea he’ll still go. He can’t help it. The compulsion to see Mickey again – for longer than five minutes this time – is beating steadily under his skin. But maybe he’s still just a child waiting for her permission so he doesn’t feel like he’s doing something wrong.

“You turned your life around,” Fiona says after a beat, eyes wide and solemn. “Mickey would set a match to it.”

The words leave Ian’s mouth before he’s even consciously aware he’s saying them. “He wouldn’t though,” he disagrees, voice quiet.

Fiona blinks, looking taken aback. “What d’you mean?”

“He wouldn’t.” Ian repeats, sounding more sure as he meets Fiona’s gaze. “The whole on-the-run thing- fine. But Mickey- All Mickey did when I got diagnosed was try to help me. He was the one who convinced me to sign the consent forms at the psych ward, he was the one who got me to take my meds, who talked me down when I was seein’ things, who lay with me when I couldn’t get outta bed. And what did he fucking get to show for it? Me breaking up with him because I thought he’d be better off without me and a fucking prison sentence.”

He feels himself flush at the shocked expression on Fiona’s face, simultaneously embarrassed he’s revealed so much and defiant against any protests she might have. When Fiona doesn’t say anything he bites his lip and keeps going.

“I asked you about Jimmy-Steve and you looked like his name hadn’t even entered your head in forever. It’s not the same for me, Fi. I think about him all the time,” he confesses, mouth twisting ruefully. “Even when I try to tell myself I don’t care anymore, even when I try to say I’ve moved on. He’s always there.”

Fiona heaves a breath, blinking rapidly as she stares down at the spot on the couch between them. Eventually she looks back up at him but the expression on her face suggests she has no idea what she has to say. “Hey,” she says, voice sounding strained. “I know you care about him, okay? I know. But you got your shit together without him, Ian. Remember that.”

Ian stares back at her and he knows she’s right but she also doesn’t get it. “It’s my fault I had to do it without him,” he whispers desperately. He loved me and I threw it back in his face. I love him and I never got the chance to tell him I still do.

Fiona sighs, rubbing at her temples. “Look, I can’t tell you what to do here. But you’ve survived this long without him. Sometimes moving on is the right thing, even if it doesn’t always feel like it.”

He nods, feeling the fight go out of him. He doesn’t know what else he’s supposed to say. Fiona gives him a small smile and stands up, ruffling his hair and murmuring, “Good night,” as she passes him to go upstairs.

Ian glances back down at the phone when she’s gone, feeling it vibrate in his hand once more.

Fiona’s right – he’s survived this long without Mickey.

He doesn’t just want to survive though; he wants to live again.

Standing up, he pulls his coat off the hook in the entryway and flips open the phone to Mickey’s last text.

Well?

Ian steels himself and opens the front door.

On my way.

*

[yikesharringrove]

hello, love your writing :) would you do 7 & 34 for the prompt thing please?

Thank you so much! I seriously have such a great time writing for harringrove, so nice comments really mean the world to me :’)

7: “You’re a fucking idiot if you think I don’t love you.”

34: Monster hunting

If anyone else is interested in sending in a request, I’ve got the prompt list right here! Honestly, my requests are always open and anyone is welcome to slide into my inbox with headcanons, prompts, or to say hey!

Post-season 2 because that’s the monster-hunting energy we live for. (Although, this is like the aftermath of monster hunting).

There is some description of gore, so be gentle if that kinda thing is yikes for you.

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Billy is absolutely terrified.

He had to carry a nearly unconscious and delirious Steve Harrington all the way from their spot in the woods to his huge and empty house.

The demodog had come out of fucking nowhere, attaching itself to Steve’s left shoulder before anyone could even process what was happening. Billy had seen red, taking his ax to the ‘dog again and again until it was a heap on the forest floor.

Steve was bleeding. Billy had tried to fashion some kind of tourniquet, using his own shirt and belt to keep firm pressure on Steve’s shoulder while Billy held him to his chest and ran as fast as he fucking could in a pure, blind panic.

They had forged an uneasy friendship in the tunnels under Hawkins, clinging to one another in the swarm of ‘dogs when they thought the end was imminent. The tension soon drained from their friendship, nights getting drunk and getting to know the other’s deepest fears and pain chased it away.

He busted into Steve’s house, the back door left open like always, because Steve never locked his doors, because it’s a small town, people don’t really break in and something else about if a demogogron shows up, a lock’s not gonna stop it.

So he carried Steve inside, up the stairs to the bathroom to the left of the landing, the big immaculate one Steve always lead Billy to when his dad went too far. There was a big first aid kit under the sink, fully stocked and replenished every month.

He propped up Steve as best as he could on the closed lid of the toilet, getting the kit and returning to Steve, crouching between his legs to survey the damage.

Steve’s head was lolling about, his eyes glazed over, the pain of the injury causing his brain to go fuzzy.

“Billy,” he whined when the wound was unwrapped, the air stinging the bite.

Billy was going to be sick. He didn’t know how Steve is able to do this, stuff down his own fear and pain to clean and heal. He was choked by fear, afraid to lose his closest friend, afraid to cause any more harm to the boy he absolutely loves.

He had to cut the rest of Steve’s shirt off, not wanting to deal with shifting Steve around any more than he already had.

“Okay, Stevie, I need you to hold on for me okay? Keep talking to me, Baby. Tell me about-what was the last book you read?” He was wetting a washcloth, wiping the blood steadily oozing from the bite marks.

“I don’t, Bill you know I don’t like,” he hissed at the scrape of the cloth against tender flesh. “I don’t like reading.”

“I know, Honey. But just think. You read The Outsiders in class last semester, didn’t you? I know you liked it, you kept telling me about it.” He rang out the cloth, the water tinged pink. He soaked a new cloth with disinfectant. “C’mon Sweet Thing, this is gonna hurt. Keep on talkin’ to me. Who was your favorite character?”

“Dall-Dallas Winston, ah fuck Bill.” The burn was ridiculous, causing Steve’s vision to go fuzzy-black at the edges.

“I know, I know I’m sorry, Pretty Boy. Why do you like him?” Steve was white as a sheet, his eyes clouded over.

“I like, he cares. He helps Johnny and, and Ponyboy. He loves them, they’re his family. He’s, he’s rough around the edges, but-but he cares. He protects.” Billy was wrapping a clean bandage around Steve’s shoulder, bringing it around his chest and under his other arm to secure it to the odd placement of where the thing’s jaws clamped onto Steve. “He’s like- I mean, he makes me think of you.”

Billy’s hands twitched as he secured the bandaging. “I don’t think you know what you’re saying. Let’s get you to bed.” He gripped Steve again, pulling him up gently and tucking him to his chest again.

Once Steve was safely in bed, a bag of peas usually reserved for Billy placed against his inflamed shoulder, a few Vicodin pilfered from his mother’s stash running sweetly through his system.

“Bi-lly, Billy Billy Bill,” Steve was high as a fucking kite. Luxuriating in his bed, making grabby hands (hand) at Billy. “Come lay with me. I wanna, like, hold you and-and squish you.” His big eyes boring through Billy, pleading with him.

“Stevie, do you even know what you’re saying?” Steve gave a giggle. Billy was turning to mush.

“Yes, yes I know what I’m saying. I’m saying come here. I wanna love on you some.” Steve was the clingiest fucker Billy’s ever met, constantly snuggling up to Billy, telling him, you’re so warm, man it’s like you’re made ‘a California.

Billy tried not to move Steve as he joined him on the bed, allowing Steve to tangle their legs together and take his hand. Billy reveled in these little touches. He knew Steve only meant them between friends, comfort for his own self, but sometimes, Billy would close his eyes and imagine they were shared between lovers.

“Bill, I gotta, there’s something I needta tell you.” Steve’s eyes were nearly closed, unfocused as he looked at Billy. “And you may hate me for it, but I just gotta, say it or else, or else I’m gonna explode.”

He took a breath, glazed eyes meeting Billy’s.

“I love you, Bill. I’m in love with you. Have been since we almost fucking died in those fucking tunnels.” Billy’s heart dropped to his ass. He so wanted to believe him, those honey-sweet words everything he’s ever wanted to hear whispered in that silky voice.

“Pretty Boy, you are absolutely soaring right now. There’s no way you know what you’re saying. Maybe you should try to sleep.”

“NO.” Steve was indignant, trying to shift to look at Billy, being impeded again and again by his injured shoulder, pain shouting through the drugs. “ I know what I’m saying dammit! You’re a fucking idiot if you think I don’t love you. And I’m sorry if that makes you uncomfortable or whatever, and it’s-it’s okay if you don’t wanna be my friend anymore, but I just, you had to know. You’re so good, so good, Bill. And, and I know you don’t think it, but you’re nice. And you care about me. And that makes me love you.”

Billy was stunned. Completely speechless in the wake of Steve’s confession, he just took in Steve’s face. He was chewing at his lip, doe eyes bright with unshed tears of uncertainty in the face of possible rejection.

“Jesus fuck, Pretty Boy, that’s all I ever wanted to hear from those sugar lips of yours.” Steve beamed, his smile big and lazy.

“You need to kiss me then. Don’t believe you ‘til you plant a big fat one on me.” He giggled, clearly pleased with himself.

“Oh yeah, you gettin’ all bossy on me now?” Billy sat up, leaning over Steve, minding his shoulder. He pressed one of his palms to Steve’s cheek, leaning into his space, close enough to see those big brown eyes cross in an effort to maintain eye contact.

Billy gently connected their lips, keeping it short and chaste.

“For the record, I love you too Stevie.”

Steve had never been happier.