#also can you imagine how mess uniforms are gonna get??

[moolovesyou]

finals week | angus tully x reader

a/n: just finished my last final, i have a massive headache, but i must do this or else the voices in my head will get me.

s: its time for finals and angus tully is not a very good study buddy.

w: sex mention, no actual smut.

wc: 1.7k

"Angus Tully, I swear to god if you don't walk away in five seconds, I will hurt you in ways the KGB couldn't even imagine."

You were just trying to study. You went the full mile, going to the public library for complete and utter silence. Unfortunately, Angus had spotted you from the Barton courtyard and followed you with the false intention of "also studying".

You rubbed your temples, staring at the chemistry book intensely in hopes it'll radiate into your skull. You could feel Angus's stare on you from across the table.

"I just wanted a pencil." He mumbled, scratching his scalp and adjusting his curls. "If I don't have one then I can't work, and then I really won't shut up."

You groaned loudly, erupting a sharp 'shhhh!' from the librarian on the other side of the library. You reached into your bag, grabbing a particularly dull pencil and basically launching it at Angus. He picked it up, analyzing the lead tip.

"This-"

You glanced at him with a glare that no curse word could've amounted to. With a single lift of your finger, you pointed him to the pencil sharpener on the wall, never taking your eyes off of your book.

"Thanks, angel." Angus winked obnoxiously.

You and Angus had a weird relationship. He would call you every pet name in the book and behave all chivalrous, opening doors and giving you his seat at fundraisers. You were a blushing mess all the time. You weren't as straightforward as him, but you had your ways. Angus would get flustered whenever you touched his hair or wore your uniform with one or two buttons left unbuttoned on purpose.

You two had something going on, but neither of you had the guts to do anything about it. Especially not now, during finals week. However, you couldn't deny the cloudy fuzz of seductiveness forming in your brain. When you were supposed to be thinking about atoms, you were thinking about Tully.

You looked up from your book with curiosity. It had been too quiet. Angus was stood at the pencil sharpener, standing incredibly still, staring at you with wide eyes. As soon as you noticed him, he perked up. He was waiting for you to look. He signaled the sharpness of the pencil, pretending to stab himself with it. He sprawled his hands out, leaning against the wall with a small 'thud'.

You couldn't hold the small chuckle from your lips. It egged him on. He sprung from his feet, marching stiffly like the royal guards to his seat in front of you.

"Are you gonna study now?" You scoffed, a small smirk playing on your lips.

He pursed his lips. They were chapped and slightly red from how much he chewed on them.

"Sure." He looked down at his book, realizing it was upside down, and proceeded to flip it and open to the first page. Not even one second past, before he opened his mouth again. "Can you help me here?"

"First of all, you are astonishingly smart. We both know this. Second of all, that's the table of contents." You sighed.

He nodded as if he was still trying to understand.

"Oh, you misunderstood." Angus reached forward, grabbing your free hand. He brought it to his chest and placed it directly over his heart. His fingers wrapped around your wrist. "I need your help here."

You could feel the thumps of his heart. Thump, thump. It was a speedy rhythm, which makes sense because Angus uses his nerves to deliver comebacks that George Carlin would holler at.

You grinned, "Oh my, yes you do." You spoke in a sarcastic, yet sultry tone. "Your heartrate is irregular. I reckon you have 1 more hour to live if the heart attack gets to you before I do."

He laughed, dropping your hand to the table. You faced your attention back to your book, writing your notes on your journal beside you. You had finished the chapter on the atomic structure, finally feeling some sense of relief. All that's left is the periodic table.

From under the table, Angus inched his foot closer to yours. He nudged your shoe slightly, then shoved it forcefully. You narrowed your gaze at him, moving your chair backwards for more legroom. It didn't seem to matter as Angus kept nudging you with his feet, trying to pull you forward by clamping one foot in between his legs and yanking backwards.

The chair screeched loudly and you almost slipped off your chair. Another 'shhhhhhhhh!' was heard, this time uttered with more silent rage.

Your gazes connected. His face was plastered with this look of feigned innocence. His face tilted forward, resting on the palm of his hand. He looked at you through his lashes, darting his tongue out to lick his lips. A small smile grew on his face. If he wants to play, we'll play. You took your chances and slammed your foot in between his thighs. Of course, you didn't actually castrate him right then and there, kicking low enough to hit the wooden chair. Yet, he took the message, immediately sitting up straight with a red tint all over his face.

You continued with your studying. The words were blurring together. Lectures were more your thing. Nothing was retaining. Every morsel of information was blocked by a big wall of boredom. It was frustrating.

From in front of you, Angus could tell you were struggling. He was going to offer to help, but his hubris urged him to push you to come to him for help. It was diabolical, but you were going to break soon. You just needed one more push.

You turned the page, pinching the bridge of your nose anxiously. Your brain felt like a foggy, humid morning. Then, interrupting the beautiful 6 minutes of silence since Angus spoke, a whistle. A whistle in the tune of 'Build Me Up Buttercup' by The Foundations. A song Angus listened to and thought of you so much that he began to taunt you with it.

It started off slow and barely above a whisper. But then, it grew gradually. He looked everywhere but you, minding his business. It got so loud you were about to call over the librarian like she was the national guard.

Then, it happened. You snapped.

You lunged your hand forward, scrunching Angus's cheeks together. The whistling stopped abruptly. His brown eyes widened. With your other hand, you reached it forward slowly. It hovered over his pencil, before you flicked it off. It rolled under the desk.

You kept your hand on his face, preventing any cheeky quip from spewing out. Your eyes never left his. He kept glancing between your face and your hand, as it moved over to your pencil. You picked it up slowly, raising it in the air, before dropping it to the floor.

"Oops."

You gave him one last glance before letting go of his face. You stood from your chair crouching down under the table. Angus practically threw himself off of his chair, banging his head on the desk in the process. He was on his hands and knees, trying to fit in the small space. You sat still.

Even in the dark, you could see the paleness of his face and that sculpture-worthy nose. Many times you just wanted to trace his nose with your finger. His eyes flickered between your face and the floor.

"Is this it? Are we doing it? I don't have a condom but I can pull out." He nodded excitedly.

"I needed a private place to hurt you. I want to pass this test before I get arrested." You gritted your teeth, picking up your pencil and holding it to his neck.

"Are you sure that's all you wanted to do? With the way your hands were on me, I think we could've covered a few more bases, angel."

Your lips formed a thin line, rage dissipating into exhaustion. You brought your knees to your chest, hugging your legs.

"I can't do this. I accept defeat. I'm gonna fail." You spoke with monotone.

Angus scooched closer, "Hey, you're gonna pass." He rested his slim hand on your knee, rubbing it softly. His act had dropped, he couldn't stand seeing you like this. "You're so smart, you're just a little tired. I can help you."

"Really?" You raised your head. Angus nodded with a smile, tilting his head cutely. His curls covered his face slightly. "I owe you."

"You don't have to do anything." He said in a soft whisper, eyes never leaving yours, sending pangs of exhilaration into your heart.

You bit your lip.

"What if I want to?"

He sat up immediately, hitting his head on the bottom of the table. He hissed, rubbing his scalp.

"Angus Tully," You leaned forward and you could feel his breath on your face. "If you help me, I'll go on a date with you."

"Really?" His face lit up, eyes squinting as his grin covered his whole face. "Next Friday? After finals?"

You nodded.

"Seal the deal." You whispered.

He put his hand forward, but you pushed it back down. He glanced back at you, Adam's apple bobbing as he swallowed. You leaned forward slightly, hoping he would take the hit. Angus let out a single nervous exhale through his nose, before closing the small gap slowly. Your lips interlocked for a soft kiss. His chapped lips were smooth and meshed with yours perfectly. You reached your hand forward, placing it onto the back of his skull. You scratched his head, and he leaned impossibly forward, applying pressure with more fervor.

You both leaned back, faces red with blush.

"Careful, before they actually think we're having sex." I warned. He ruffled his curls nervously, playing with the tie around his neck.

You handed him his pencil that had been forgotten. The both of you popped out from under the desk, earning a few curious glances from other studying patrons.

Angus hurried over to your side of the desk. He scooted his chair as close as possible to you. Your shoulders and knees touched. The two of you couldn't stop the smiles from showing on your faces.

"So, chemical reactions, huh?"

[merakiui]

mera im curious...what is the most pathetic and desperate virgin concept u can come up with for any boys you choose in twst??

I have so many that I will try to write pathetic virgin concepts for each twst guy!!! >:)

✧ Riddle who gets off to your notes. It doesn't matter how messy or neat they may be, how filled or lacking the page may be, or even how useful they may be if the exam covering that material has already happened. He knows it's wrong to have pilfered your notebook, but he couldn't help it and he assured himself he'd give it back under the pretense of having found it (which isn't entirely a lie). He sits back in his chair and flips slowly through the pages, not particularly reading the material you've written, as he idly fucks into his hand and pictures diligent you, sitting in class and penning notes. There are doodles in the margins of the pages: cute flowers, smiley faces, hearts, what looks to be Grim. He thinks about how you hold your pen, how you might chew on the cap when you're bored, how your hands also touched this very notebook... Great Seven, he's a mess.

✧ Trey who is so strangely fixated on your teeth and mouth. At first it was cute because he's so serious about dental hygiene, what with how he ensures Ace and Deuce brush their teeth properly. But with you it's different. When you smile, he pictures your teeth in his shoulder or your mouth on his neck, pressing kisses or sucking fresh marks into his skin. And when you're eating, he notes the way you lick your fork or spoon clean every time and it gives him such a vivid image of you giving his dick the cutest, most gentle kitten licks. He has to excuse himself before anyone finds out he's painfully hard. >_<

✧ Cater who gets off to the many selfies and photos he's taken with and of you. Sometimes he scours the other students' Magicam accounts to look at the photos they've posted of you and his mind runs wild with thoughts and what-ifs. That photo of you sitting between the twins during their birthday party has him wondering if they fucked you on that very couch after the festivities had worn down. Or that photo of you and Kalim sopping wet after the both of you got caught in the rain... He's zooming in to see if the rain's made your uniform shirt see-through all while thinking about how you and Kalim may have warmed up. Cater can't seem to look at pictures of you without thinking about sex, and it's even worse when he sees the pictures he's taken of you and him. A spaghetti scene you recreated from a popular romance film has him imagining what could have happened had you just leaned in a little closer. Or that one alchemy mishap in which you were turned into a tiny fairy for the day... if he put you in a jar....... :)

✧ Ace who gets off on teasing you. They say partial truths often lie in the joke, and Ace sure does love joking about very specific things when it comes to you. He drives you mad every time, but because the two of you are close friends he gets away with it. He sticks his fingers in your mouth when you yawn to prod at your tongue, all while saying, "If you keep yawning like that, flies are gonna get in your mouth~" Or he'll squeeze your hip after you've eaten sweets just to mess with you. Or he compares your hand to his (for some odd reason) just so he can get away with touching you. Or he shows you a card trick that ends with him tucking the card behind your ear rather than pulling it from that area. His teasing feels more like flirting, but anyone who notes this is earned a swift denial from Ace.

✧ Deuce who gets off to the domestic moments in your friendship. Sharing a mirror in Ramshackle when he spends the night, preparing meals for each other, and even walking to class and talking about very boring things (like the weather). It makes him feel so special, and sometimes he pretends the two of you are a married couple. Deuce gets so embarrassed if anyone points this out, especially the elderly who see the two of you in town and comment on how cute you look together. He adamantly denies it, but later he's in the bathroom imagining married life with you and it gets him so worked up.

✧ Leona who gets off on the power imbalance between the two of you. Realistically speaking, he's stronger, both in terms of social class (after all, he's royalty) and also physically and financially. But that doesn't matter as much as it does when he's around you. Despite all of this, you know how to match Leona's wit, always keeping him on his toes, and you treat him as you would others even while knowing just how much power he has over you should he choose to exert it. Leona just likes the feeling of being number one in your world. Possibly a little too much, considering it never fails to get him excited. :)

✧ Ruggie who gets off on sneaking up on you. At first it was to pickpocket you. Steal spare change for himself or take your wallet just to watch you panic when you can't find it, but he's come to love the way you turn around just in time to catch him. He knows he does this on purpose solely to get caught, but seeing how you huff and glare lightheartedly at him... the way you purse your lips or the way you snatch your things back and laugh softly about how he ought to try again next time... He doesn't even care about your wallet anymore. He just wants to hunt you down and catch you for himself. You're the real prize here. <3

✧ Jack who gets off to your difference in size and strength. At first it wasn't something he thought of, but then you come to him and beg him to help open jars or stuck windows and he does it so easily. He refuses to believe you're struggling that hard with it, but then he watches you attempt to open a jar and it all clicks into place. Oh, you're...really cute and small and so fragile compared to him, who's all muscle and raw strength. Jack knows you have your own strengths and in no way does he think you're weak, but he's always reminded of your size and strength differences whenever the two of you are doing things together: training/sports, lifting heavy things (which are often very light to him), and even standing side by side. He thinks about how much bigger he is and he feels so flustered when those thoughts get him hard.

✧ Azul who gets off to your body language. He knows what it means; he's studied human customs well in advance before coming up to the surface. But oh you tempt him every single time you arch your back when you stretch or when you yawn and make such cute, sleepy sounds. It's even worse when you bend over to reach for something across a table or bend down to grab something that fell. He's digging his nails into his palms to steady himself, but that doesn't mean his thoughts are steady. He may look entirely composed with his usual smile, but in his mind you're getting fucked six ways from Sunday. You can't give this man any gifts because 1) he'll scramble to pay you back and 2) he'll delude himself into thinking it's a courting gesture and that you want him sooooo badly each time you offer him a snack from the school store or give him something you think he could get more use out of.

✧ Jade who gets off to your banter, especially the threats. Great Seven, you tell him you'll gut him and turn him into eel sushi and OOOOOO he's on the edge of his seat like: "yes...... and?? and????? what else will you do to me?????" all with the wildest, sharpest smile you've ever seen him make. He gets so worked up, so flushed in the face, so terribly aroused, every time you threaten him with anything. Yank him down to your height and mutter a threat, whether outlandish, violent, or something as silly as "I hope both sides of your pillow are hotter than hell," and he's saving these interactions in his memory for later recollection.

✧ Floyd who gets off on your praise. Call him a good boy or congratulate him on his test score or cheer for him at basketball practice and he's over the moon with excitement. He eats up your praise like it's his last meal. Say more good things to him! He wants to hear Shrimpy's praise every day, and when he's in a bad mood all it takes is the memory of you saying he's done well and he's back to his usual excitable self. He likes your praise a little too much, as evidenced by how hard it gets him. orz he spends too long thinking about it while he lies in bed, staring at the ceiling while he lazily strokes himself to thoughts of you calling him a good boy.

✧ Kalim who gets just a little too worked up at your proximity. He makes for such good best friend material. It's natural you'd be drawn to him because he's just so sweet and friendly. So it's completely normal when you spend the night at Scarabia and you end up falling asleep beside him in the common room, or when he feeds you outright because that's just how he is! He wants you to try all manner of yummy foods. It makes his heart race faster when your lips close around his fingers or you unconsciously snuggle up to him. He loves you so much. orz

✧ Jamil who loves your obedient nature. It has him horny gripping every time you scramble to do well on a test or in class so you won't upset the professors. You try to keep out of trouble because you're a good student, and he loves every bit of it. He wants to ruin you, take your obedience for the professors and twist it so that you'll only ever listen to him, follow what he says, trust in his words. He could just hypnotize you and maybe a sick part of him wants that. Maybe he wants to experience what an entirely obedient, cock-drunk (Name) is like...

✧ Vil who uses his professional opinions as a way to feel you up. He runs his hands up your sides to smooth wrinkles in your uniform out, all while reminding you to take care of your appearance. He fixes your tie just to get close enough to smell your perfume or shampoo. He loves how you lean into him, trusting his judgement because Vil could never lead you astray. Secretly, Vil's just getting away with every touch under the guise of giving you advice or fixing your uniform or even getting measurements for tailored outfits for school events. It's much too easy.

✧ Rook who, unsurprisingly, gets off on stalking you. He's such a creep! He watches you from afar and gets hard over the smallest things. It's likely because you're so vulnerable and unaware when you go about your daily life and he gets to invade such a secret slice of your life. Whether you know he's watching you or not, it doesn't matter. Just the idea that, on some level, you might be able to feel his prying eyes gets him so unfathomably excited.

✧ Epel who loves a good competition and gets so into it if it's a competition between you and him. Whether it's something athletic or academic, he's always ready to engage in a friendly competition with you. Unfortunately, when you smirk at him and tell him he'll need to give it his all, he gets excited in...other areas. To think all it took was some competitive banter and your smirk to have the blood rushing downwards... T_T if he loses this competition, is the punishment a make-out session? Epel can certainly dream.

✧ Idia who is too scared to talk to you in person, so he codes a Magicord bot he uses as a practice dummy. But then things get a little out of hand when innocent chats turn explicit and soon he's role-playing with the false you. Idia knows it's not real, but it feels real when you tell him all the things he wants to hear. It's shameless e-sex, but it's the best (and only) e-sex of Idia's life. ;;;; he feels immensely embarrassed afterwards.

✧ Malleus who gets off on your smiles. It's such an innocent thing, but then it has him thinking so deeply about it late into the night. You're so sweet and precious. He could picture your smiles all day... Malleus loves you more than words can possibly describe. He thinks about the little things that make you so wonderful, but most of all it's how expressive you are when you smile. Sometimes he has a habit of letting his thoughts stray into intimate fantasies, but it's nothing terrible. He wants to love you wholeheartedly; that includes physically.

✧ Lilia who gets off on surprising you and subverting your expectations. He finds it so darling when you have certain assumptions about him, only to be entirely wrong when he disproves them. Though he's oh-so-cute (a fact he would never deny), there's more beneath that adorable veneer. He's a mysterious who loves popping in to startle you when you least expect it. Be it in the library or in the halls, he always finds you. And your shock is a sight he drinks in merrily.

✧ Silver who is so enthralled by everything about you, so no matter what you do it always makes him feel so in love and fluffy. He's never known this sort of love before, but he's always so honest about his feelings and so his attraction to you wouldn't be any different. You could be napping peacefully in class and Silver's watching you from across the room with the softest, sweetest smile on his face. He thinks about you day and night; you even fill his dreams. Most of it is entirely normal and innocent, but then all it takes is for someone to suggest something less-than-pure about you and suddenly Silver's thoughts are derailing. Oh, he's never thought about sex before. But sex with you? That seems very appealing, so much so that he's feeling much hotter than before. ;;;;

✧ Sebek who, in spite of everything, gets off to the fact that you're human. There's just something so...appealing to you. He struggles to put it into words (and he almost doesn't want to), but you're so soft and sweet and enticing. Maybe Sebek secretly likes your being human because it makes you seem weaker by some strange default? But then he dwells on this and that doesn't seem to be the reason. Truthfully, Sebek likes your humanity because it's charming. Because there's something about you that feels and smells different. Maybe it's because you're the first human to make him feel so aroused that he deems you worthy of his own affections, or maybe he's just hopelessly, pathetically in love with all of the things that make you human and he's trying so hard to deny that.

✧ Rollo who gets off to your scent. Maybe it's a perfume you wear or maybe it's your natural scent. Whatever it is, he's carefully borrowing insignificant items that smell just like you so that he can hold them up to his nose while he masturbates. You're just so perfect and your scent drives him crazy and he feels like a filthy pervert each time he does this, but it's too late to stop. He's already in so deep. Just your scent alone has him shuddering through messy orgasms; imagine what you'd do to him if you were here in person and he got to touch you...

✧ Neige who gets off to indirect kisses. When you share a spoon or bite from the same snack, his pulse is racing at the prospect of having indirectly kissed you. He's so eager and excited that he has to try so hard not to let his face get so flushed with arousal. And you're so relaxed about it! You're so cool... He could admire you forever. <3

✧ Che'nya who gets off on watching you when he's invisible. It gets him hard every time he catches you in an intimate or compromising situation. Whether you're bathing or changing or masturbating, it makes it all the more tempting when he's completely invisible and you have no idea someone else is in the room with you. He's thought about pressing himself against you when you least expect it just to feel you flinch or to hear your breath hitch. And then there's the thought of fucking you when he's invisible, where you'll only see yourself stretching around a cock that isn't visible to your eye. >:)

[stillnotyourmusebitch]

Ain't nothing but a shower scene - Hellboy x Afab!Reader

I am reposting my old hellboy fics on tumblr again.

(These are from my old account)

I had to admit that HB truly had the best shower in the whole of the Colorado B.P.R.D. headquarters. So, when I get the chance to make use of these facilities, you know I will.

But sadly, due to the sheer amount of bloody research I have had to complete over the past eight days, I haven’t been able to see very much of or be anywhere near Hellboy. If it wasn’t for Alice insisting, I really need to take a break and that it wasn’t normal to go so long without sleep, food or the basics of hygiene.

Normally I would flip her off, then go back to my work. Drinking my umpteenth coffee of the day, but I hate to admit it the kid was right. Gods, I could actually smell myself. That is never a good sign.

Marking my place in the old dusty tome I was halfway through reading/translating. I scrape the chair backwards unceremoniously loud along the floor to let people near me know I was in fact leaving the much-needed research table and if anyone messes with my organisation system in my absence, I will ruin them.

Upon standing for longer than needed to walk to the coffee machine and back. Only then did I realise how dog gone tired I really was. Taking my time I slowly and carefully make my way through the facilities many winding corridors. Trying my hardest not to bump into other agents or the walls, until I arrive at Hellboy’s quarters. At the first glance I can see he isn’t there which is both a blessing and a little disappointing.

Yes, I do get the shower and bed to myself for the time being but that also means I missed out on seeing him. We have really become good, close friends.

Now you are probably wondering why I have been mentioning HB a lot. Well that is simple we have been sharing his room ever since a certain someone magically managed to punch a massive hole through my exterior wall and out into the cold mountain air. He claims to have been swatting a fly. Not that there were any in my room at the time. But there was still no need to punch a massive three feet wide hole in my wall with his stone hand at that.

So I am now staying with him for however long it takes to patch the damage up. He insisted on sharing with me as an apology. It’s been over three weeks now and there was still a gaping hole in my quarters wall. I ain’t complaining tho. Hellboy really did have the best rooms in the facility and I’m damn well sure gonna make use of them. Since I had the place to myself I start stripping out of my uniform until I was stark naked and fiddling with the nobs and handles to try and get the water running in the oversized shower exactly how I preferred, amping up the heat to scolding levels that I find great comfort in. Maybe it is because it steams up the entire bathroom area nicely to the point I feel like I’m in a warm, safe cocooned state.

The multiple water jets pummel at my aching back and shoulders. I groan out at the blissfully sensation of my body finally unwinding and relaxing. Oh how I have needed this time to gain back my spark. I grab the bottle body wash that smells just like him. A calming fig and leather scent. I work up the lather in my hands then tackle the layers of dried on sweat and dirt I have accumulated over the past 8 days. Somewhere in between cleaning myself and the warmth of the water. I found that it managed to amplify the scent of the body wash. To the point it felt like he was right there with me. Meer inches behind me.

Maybe I let my imagination get away from me but it was as if his unique stone hand was scratching lazily down my hip. I try to lean back into what would have been his chest only to meet thin air.

“Shit.” I mutter to myself. This is not the time or the place to be thinking such things. Scrubbing the hot water over my face to try and clear my perverted mind of thoughts that were just that. Thoughts.

It isn’t that I don’t find him handsome. Oh I really did I mean that guy can charm the pants off anyone given the chance but we were only friends and nothing more.

“No, get outta your head. Finish your shower and have a damned nap, then back to work you go.” I spoke firmly to myself as I shut off the water.

I left the bathroom grabbing a clean towel and throwing it over my head to begin drying my hair as I wander back into the main part of the bedroom.

Someone clears their throat. I rip the towel off my head to see Hellboy stood there staring at me. His eyes are roaming all the skin available to him and it takes me a second to click I am stood there completely starkers. I try to cover myself but at this point what is the use. He has seen all of me now. I sigh.

“When did you get back?” I try and break the awkward silence as I continue to towel dry my hair.

His duffel bag drops with a thud to bring him back to the question I just asked him.

“Urm, just got back from a mission. Was gonna come looking for you actually.” He was clearly unsure if he was to look away or stare.

“Well you found me Red.” I say as I bend to dry my legs. “What do you want?” I ask casually, unsure where this confidence in my body has come from.

“You.” He breathed out the word in a contented sigh and a goofy smile on his lips.

I definitely heard him correctly trying to hide a creeping smile tugging at the corner of my lips. I stood back up to my full height taking the small grey towel away from my legs and dropped into on the floor.

“I didn’t quite hear that. I must still have water in my ears.”

His gaze drops to the floor

“Well.” I take a step closer to him. “You have me.”

His golden eyes flick up back to mine to see if there was any hint of hesitation or a cruel prank.

“Do I?” His voice low in a sort of warning that if I was messing with him I needed to stop now.

I kept moving slowly closer to him. The warmth of his body begins to radiate into mine from a couple feet away. He could see I wasn’t playing with him and that I really did want this. Whatever this moment was that clung in the warm air left behind by my shower.

As I got close enough to feel his body against mine I turn as take his right hand in mine and pacing it over my hip in the way I imagined only minutes before I had turned the water off. He is hesitant in his touch as all he knows is how to break and destroy with this hand but I want to show him the things he was clearly missing out on.

“You know you do.” Saying these simple words seemed to break the dam in both of us. His left arm winds around me stomach pulling me flush against his chest. His right hand caressing my hip and upper thigh. The contrast of his flesh hand and the stone one is magical. All the while his mouth descends upon my exposed throat kissing and suckling at the flesh marking my skin not that I cared. I grind back against him causing him to break contact and spin me to face him dead on.

“You’re playing with fire (Y/n). Are you sure you want this?” I can see a flicker of concern in his features. His golden eyes are purely molten with lust.

“More than you know big guy. I’m not afraid to get burned.” I scratch my nails down his firm pectorals.

His left hand cradles the back of my neck bringing me in for a kiss that could wake a million princesses, princes, kings, queens. Hell a whole kingdom from a cursed sleep. His lips are so intoxicating and I can’t get enough of him. I leap up as we break for air. His strong arms catch under my thighs and we go back to kissing like the world is going to end. It is bound to happen one day but right now all I need is him. I push at his large brown coat to try and remove the infuriating item of clothing to give me more of him to explore.

Hellboy can feel me pushing at the jacket. Seeing no other way to remove it with me in his arms. He moves us both to the nearest divider wall in his room and pins my body there with the weight and strength of his hips holding me in place as we break apart to gasp in lungful’s of air. I’m sure our lip look kiss swollen from such a fiery kiss that has become one of the best make out sessions I have ever had. He tears away the jacket, letting it drop to the ground, his hands go to my chest and thumbs swiping at my hardening nipples.

I’m chanting in my mind for him to use that mouth on them. He leans back slightly before slamming his hands either side of my head.

“We can stop now if you want. I don’t want to overstep.” I see the genuine concern on his beautiful face.

“I want this Red. I need you.” I rest my forehead against his.

“I could sure get used to this.” He smirks to himself.

“So could I. but unless you fucking touch me I will implode and take the entirety of the mountainside with me..” I grind down on his member that was tenting so wonderfully in his dark trousers.

It was my turn to get him panting beneath me.

“(Y/n), baby. I am trying to have some restraint here as not to hurt you . . . “

“I’m no China doll. You won’t break me. Remember I have advanced genetic healing, anyway I want you to mark me. Let everyone know who it is I belong to.” I say as I stretch my arms up above my head to grasp either side of the thin divider wall and use my legs to pull him back firmly against me possessively.

Hellboy is mulling over my words with a hooded gaze. His left hand grasps my throat squeezing it generously. “Is that right? You belong to me and only me now. You are mine.” His words are almost a low growl as he speaks he moves his lips closer and closer to mine. He speaks the last word with his lips grazing mine.

I mirror the word mine before he descends into another mind blowing kiss. I’m so engrossed in the sensation of our lips moving in perfect rhythm. That I don’t notice he has pried away his right hand from the slight indentation he left on the wall by my head, so he can unbuckle his belt and trousers in a swift movement, freeing his engorged cock to slap up against my ass. He hisses at the skin contact. I feel the stuttering in his hips. He really is trying to stay in control. When his left hand loosens on my throat I break the kiss to grasp that hand and bring the digits to my mouth and suck at them in earnest.

I moan around those fingers as I close my eyes and just being in the moment. I stay like this for as long as either of us could take. When I open my eyes, I pull away his fingers from my mouth with an emphasised pop sound. Then guide them in between our bodies till he feels just how much I truly need him. He easily inserts one digit into me gasping at the wet tightness that greets him. A second digit followed by a third in quick succession are enough to have me moaning his name in an almost scared prayer. He thrusts those fingers so well that the heel of his palm grinds down on my bundle of nerves that sparks lightning through my limbs and curls my toes.

“Ffffffuck (y/n) I’m not gonna last if you keep this up.” He is groaning from the way our bodies are so close to that final embrace we both need.

“Then take me Red. Fuck me and claim me as yours and only yours” I’m so close to falling over that blissful edge of completion when he withdraws his fingers, bringing them to his lips he sees the mess I have become.

“Oh (y/n) Is this all for me? It must be my birthday.” He exaggerates the last sentence by swiping the flat of his tongue up to gather the distinct flavour of my arousal. “Better than I imagined.” He cleans his fingers of my taste.

“Bed now.” I need this man to fuck me and or let me ride him. He chuckles at my enthusiasm but takes my ever so subtle hint to move to the oversized bed. Dropping onto the mattress Hellboy turns at the last moment so I’m straddling those thick muscular thighs of his. “Red, you gotta let me take care of you.”

I push his chest lightly till his back hit the plush covers. I manoeuvre so I am able strip him of trousers and help him kick off those clunky boots to free those cloven feet I rarely get to see.

Crawling up his chest slowly to make sure I still have his full attention, kissing here and there to see if I can hear those wondrous sounds.

“Baby, you’re killing me.” His hands move along my sides to my hips, giving them a firm squeeze. “Please I need more.”

I kiss him once more before positioning body so I can stroke his girthy cock in my palm. He bucks into my palm. I can tell he needs more. Mouth-watering ideas flash into my mind which I lock away for later use.

With is cock still in my palm I move so I can gather up the wetness pooling between my thighs.

“You ready big guy?” I lock eyes with him. He can only nod in agreement.

Slowly I guide him to my entrance. I push down till the head of his cock disappears inside me. I gasp at the feel of him stretching me so sinfully. Inch my inch I lower down onto him until I am completely seating on him.

I watch his face melt into that of awe. Here I am taking his cock so well. Clenching at the thickness of him.

“You okay there (y/n)?” He knows that he is well endowed and some people can’t take him completely the way I just have.

I experiment by rocking my hips gently. We moan out in unison. This urges me to move more and slightly faster.

Hellboy begins to rut up into me, I push down to meet him thrust for thrust. We work up into a pattern that transcends anything my simple fingers could live up to on those late nights alone in my room.

Our left hands interlock as we move as one. The room around us is filled with the wet slap of skin on skin, loud moans of each other’s name and the encouragement to go faster and harder.

“I’m so close Red. Please I need to. . .” I cry out.

“Cum for me (y/n). I got you.” His thrusts are becoming sloppy now. I know he is so close too. I lean forward to kiss him once more. This new angle is all I need to climax harder than anything in my entire life. A few more haphazard thrusts later and he spills inside of me.

I slump against his sweaty chest. Grinning from ear to ear which I know he is mirroring above me. We stay like this till we get our breath back. Shakily I climb off him and lay down by his side completely stated.

“Wow.” He turns his head to look at me. “Are you okay?”

“Mmm, yes I am now.” I try not to yawn but I know I will drift off soon after such a satisfying ‘workout’

He shift on the bed to go and grab something from the direction of the ensuite. He returns seconds later with a damp cool cloth. He takes care of me before climbing back on the bed to pull my against his chest.

“Sleep now. I got you.” I feel him lightly kiss my hairline before sleep takes me.

[jollyhunter]

24 Kinky Days with Dean x reader - Day 4.

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Pairing: Dean Winchester x fem!reader

Warnings: NSFW - MDNI! - includes explicit sexual content. It's a kinky writing challenge, so expect anything at this point, (nothing freaky, don't worry) but it's a surprise calendar so I won't spoil it! (Also, English is not my native language) Contains brief reference to Dec.1 (Sunshine) and Dec.3 (Lights Out)

Advent calendar includes: headcanons, snippets, one shots, imagines, blurbs etc.

Words: 1,960

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A/N: I'm such a sucker for softdom!Dean. Hmmm I have a feeling that tomorrow's gonna be something more spicy. So stay tuned my little vixens 🦊 EDIT: Had to edit a few sentences cuz it didn't feel right to me

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4th Dec. - Tickle

Dean and you were on a research spree today. Running from one witness to the next all across town. One of the oddest was definitely the bird freak who held peacocks in his apartment. Once you sneaked off to get a glance into his bathroom, you instantly knew that this freak wasn’t holding his private cute little bird zoo but in fact his personal butcher shop. And judging by the bloody – or rather – feathery mess, it looked like he had just mauled one. Well, turns out he was the ghoul you were after. A few moments later you two were already bashing the guys head in, probably scared the life out of the remaining cocks in the process and ultimately Dean chopped the bastards head off with the swing of his axe – just to be sure.

Monster dead, peacocks released into the wild, job done.

Fast forward and you two are stumbling into your shared bedroom at the bunker, both dishevelled and with some blood splattered across those fake FBI suits of yours. Neither of you could care any less right now, though. You let out an exhausted sigh while you start to unbutton your shirt, your back turned to Dean. Big mistake. Before you can react, you find yourself in the air, your feet kicking in surprise with a short high pitched scream which gets cut off as you get tossed onto the bed. It takes you a moment to roll over onto your back, your eyes instantly locking with Dean’s. “Well, well… is someone in the mood?” You comment with a tired chuckle. Dean’s green eyes flash at you mischievously while he carries that iconic smirk of his. His eyes never leave yours as he tugs at his tie, smoothly pulling it off his collar before he moves onto the bed, straddling you. “Guilty as charged,” he replies, a playful glint in his eyes. He grabs your wrists and holds them above your head with one hand, swiftly wrapping his tie over them with the other, securing your wrists together.

You don’t fight him, but instead let out a low hum and instinctively tilt your head back, your eyes drinking in the sight of him straddling you while in that good looking uniform, “Goddamn, you know I love it when you wear that suit.” Dean chuckles lowly as he finishes securing your wrists together, tying the knot tightly. He then leans down to capture your lips in a slow, deep kiss, his tongue swirling around yours with a soft groan against your mouth. But after a moment he pulls back again, leaving you breathless and craving for more. “I know,” he finally replies in a low, gravelly voice. His hands run down your side, his fingers tracing the curves of your body beneath the fabric of your suit. “Now, let’s see how much you love it up close and personal.” Before you get to reply, your lips part for a soft gasp at the way his mouth trails down your neck, nipping slightly at your collarbone. His hands follow suite to unbutton your blazer and shirt, his fingertips slowly trailing down your exposed skin. A shiver runs through your body, and you can’t keep yourself from subtly grinding your hips against his growing erection. You were tired, yes, but also horny. “Tired and horny” as you two would always call it. Unfortunately for you, Dean has different plans for tonight than a quick round.

Dean’s mouth twitches into a smirk against your skin as he feels your movement and the friction against his boner only fuels his own eagerness. But he holds himself back, his mind set on something different tonight. After the intense and unusual sex session you had yesterday, he had thought of a way to pay you back with his own little game. “Now, be a good girl and stay still for me,” he whispers against the shell of your ear, his voice laced with authority. This just sends another shiver down your spine all the way to your core. Your thighs twitch and your wrists tug against the tie in anticipation while you whimper with silent, pouty lips. But it’s no use – Dean knows all your tricks and he won’t fall for them. He ignores your pleading look by moving a hand to your hips, pressing down to keep you from moving against him with a low chiding “ah-ah-ah.”

A frustrated, soft whine slips your lips at that. You can feel the heat pool between your legs, your need for friction urging you to shift and squirm, to touch him, to feel him. But Dean won’t have any of it. With a little warning smack to your thigh, you freeze in your desperate attempt to defy him and your eyes snap up at him. “Patience, my little sunshine,” he warns, and to make his point, he presses your hip further into the mattress, holding you steady while he repositions himself on top of you. Shifting further back to straddle your thighs now, he continues with his voice dropped to a lower and authoritative tone, “Close your eyes for me.”

You have to stifle a frustrated huff, fighting the urge to just try and break free from the tie around your wrists – you are a hunter after all, and the times you had already ended up with tied up wrists and ankles would make any bondage enthusiast envious - but, knowing that the only way to get somewhere with Dean is by playing by his rules, you decide to submit to him and do as he demands. As always. Damn he really knows how to keep you at his mercy.

Once your eyes are closed, Dean’s smirk shifts first into a satisfied smile before it turns to a mischievous grin. Your heart’s racing and you feel your core tingling in anticipation. Then you suddenly feel him fumble with your shirt and blouse, his hands gently tugging at the fabric, pulling it up and over your head. As the clothings pool around your tied up wrists, he quickly continues to tie them in place against the headboard, leaving your arms stretched above your head, unable to move them. Your breath hitches briefly when you realize that he just tied your arms down and once again you feel a shudder go through your body, the anticipation almost killing you.

You then feel him shift on top of you, his twitching boner grazing your core for a moment before he moves down your body. His hands roam over your hips and thighs as he unbuttons your pants and slowly slips them off along with your panties. Goosebumps flash across your body as you feel the cold air hit your skin – but also because you can practically feel Dean’s eyes on you. Drinking in the sight of you completely naked and tied down and at his complete mercy. After a moment of silence, you can hear him get up and walk to the foot of the bed and you instantly tense up from anticipation, your eyes still shut tightly. You try to listen to his every breath, just like you did last night in the dark, trying to guess his next move – but then your breath catches in your throat. You feel a hand on each of your ankles as they gently get pulled apart, opening you up nicely while he pulls them close to the bedframe where he ties them up as well. You swallow thickly, your thighs slightly trembling from the new level of vulnerability. Goddamn you were at his complete mercy now. And it is enough to turn you into a pathetic version of soft whimpering, shaky breaths and teeth gnawing at your bottom lip since there is literally nothing else you can do any more.

Dean takes a step back to eye his finished work with a low, pleased hum. Let’s begin the teasing.

You hear him rummage around his duffel bag until the noise suddenly stops and his steps come closer again until you can feel his presence right beside the bed. You swallow thickly, the tension driving your pulse up and making your muscles twitch involuntarily. “What are you doing…?” you dare to ask in a shy murmur when you cannot take it any more.

“Just a little repayment for last night.” He says in a nonchalant tone, but you can hear that there’s more to it and that only serves to raise your frustration even more. Dean leans close in when you feel his warm breath on your cheeks and you can sense him being only inches from your face when he continues in a voice of mischief, “Just a little something to explore your senses a bit… and maybe test your patience.”

On the last word, you suddenly feel a tickle on your arm, soft and yet prickling. The sensation traces along your inner arm – you twitch from it but your tied wrists above your head keep you from escaping it. Slowly and lightly it dances across your skin in a maddening pattern, barely touching you. And the moment a giggle slips your lips, it clicks in your head. “Don’t tell me you actually snitched a peacock’s feather?”

Dean’s lips twitch into a devilish grin at your observation, “Maybe I did, maybe I didn’t.”

“Sly bastard” you think to yourself as you listen to his reply, imagining the wicked expression he must have right now.

“Now,” he starts in a more commanding voice which makes you draw in a sharp breath from anticipation, “You’ll keep your eyes closed. You are not allowed to move or to talk. And no giggling, no whimpers or whines – in fact, no nothin’. Understood?” You nod, knowing that you’re at his mercy now, for however long he wants. For the following twenty minutes, Dean continues his torturous game. He runs the feather along your curves, from your toes, across your ankle, over your shin, across the knee with a little flick of his wrist just to continue in a tantalizing pace along your inner thigh, inching further and further up until the tip of the feather hovers over your clit. He stills in his movement, watching how you desperately try to control your body, holding back your needy sounds. He enjoys watching how you shiver from the teasingly light friction, always craving more but not being able to move and touch yourself. He brushes the tip of the feather over your clit, which earns him a stifled moan from you. He maps out your entire body with the feather, the sensation driving you mad. Your ankles and wrists tugging and pulling against the bedframe as he keeps up the relentless teasing, strictly ignoring how you’re basically dripping and the sheets are soaking from your juice. And even ignoring your glistening and spread open pussy which twitches for more friction and some form of release. After what feels an eternity, you finally feel him place the feather aside. Next thing that echoes through the bedroom is the buckle of his belt hitting the floor followed by the sound of his pants being pushed down his legs. You have to bite back a desperate groan when you feel him crawl onto the bed and the tip of his hardened cock brush against your swollen clit. A warm breath suddenly wafts against your face and your own breath hitches as you feel his lips hover over yours. You let out a guttural moan when his cock slips into you and he whispers against your mouth, his voice husky and full of pride and barely contained need, “You did so well, sweetheart. 'M gonna make you feel so good now... and I wanna hear every single sweet little noise from you while I fuck you until you’re a trembling mess beneath me. Got it?” Before he can even finish his sentence, you nod eagerly with a pathetic whimper, your lips already forming the word 'please', only to be met halfway with a passionate kiss of his.

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Masterlist of opened windows:

1st Dec. - Sunshine 2nd Dec. - Spell Book 3rd Dec. - Lights Out 4th Dec. - Tickle 5th Dec. - Dirty UNO 6th Dec. - (TBA) 7th Dec. - Candlelight 8th Dec. - Hex Play 9th Dec. - Whip Stroke

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@deaniemyboo @deansjacket @literallylexa @lmpala1967

[eldritch-alicedoll]

Diasomnia Boy gift s/o an evening gown to attend the NRC & RSA ball tgt Headcanon

Following from my dress sketch design if you haven’t seen it here . They are base from Glorious Masquerade & Playful land events. Basically a sequence I imagine while drawing the dresses XD I also want to mention that when it’s finish 🥺 you can draw it on your oc and even tweak a bit detail to fit your Yuu or OC. It’s meant to be share with everyone, not just my Yuu.

⚠️ Bad English……. I have no idea what is grammar . 😂

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Imagine a ball between NRC and RSA happening maybe sometime after chapter 7. All students are invited but you are troubling since you have no dress to wear. And for the love of the great seven. Your beloved head master, Crowley just allowed you to join in your NRC uniform……….. great! So much for your kindness!!

Guess who will be the photographer and a background character on this event…..hahaha………

Well maybe you whine too much in front of the wishing well. Someone comes up with a plan. A plan that would make you believe in a fairytale once again!

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𝔐𝔞𝔩𝔩𝔢𝔲𝔰 🐉

You had to be blind to not suspect anything……

Lately Mal is a bit touchy. Not that he isn’t normally but this is different. Sometimes he holds your wrist while mumbles something while going on a night stroll. Sometimes he stares at you and gets lost in his thoughts. He even stands just in front of you and tries to lift you up once.

You are so confused and a bit embarrassed when he asks about your height so you call for support. The Diasomnia’s family counselor aka. Lilia Vanrouge. You went all the way to Diasomnia dorm without telling anyone and sneak in to see Lilia.

But

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…..

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Is he………….

Is he dancing with a dress just now??

Surprisingly you just witness your dragon boyfriend practicing a dance with a beautiful dress. He hummed ‘that song’ while spinning with the dress. What a beautiful princess gown with dark green silk. It looks so shiny and smooth, something that would delicately touch her skin while being held in that big palm. Imagine how soft that hand craft lace feels when on your chest. He did not spare any piece of jewellery from his procession. He keep bring in dazzling earrings and necklaces to test it with the gown. He would have use the heart of his collection to craft a piece of accessories for you if he doesn’t want to save it for something later in the year. You can see a magical golden thread and needle weaving delicate patterns on the skirt as he continues the dance. Every angle……Every turn………..Malleus is creating a masterpiece. He did it………..for you…….for his princess.

Your face is burning from the love of this dragon fae. Why does he have to put so much effort into it.

Oh no………now you a mess

You open the Pandora box too early and now you have to live with it while pretending not to know a thing until the day. You bit your lip as Mal smoothly tug a strain of hair behind your ears. You can now understand what he mumbles about……rose gold? Sunshine gold? May be one of his grandma’s jewellery set?? (Oh god no…….that’s tooo far for the first gown Mal lol)

Your heart beat so fast until the evening of the event. Malleus play cool by teasing you and being a nice partner who prepare a gift for you.

Boom! You are now in a matching dress. So those Raven feathers on the hip are supposed to match his shoulder then ah………..you are about to take off the veil since it looks like a bride. Before Malleus could turn grumpy…..Sebek yell and lecturing you about how talented Wakasama are! You human dare to question his sense of fashion? Outrageous! Just because he love you doesn’t mean you can ruin his days of afford to perfect this dress

Woops………tongue slip

Well it’s not like you never know anyway. Just pretend to be surprise so Sebek won’t get a lightning strike okay?

Bonus : she doesn’t want to point out that when she accidentally saw Malleus weaving that dress……. his tail wagging. It’s a secret she gonna take to her grave though

Bonus 2 : Lilia does notice that and brag about how adorable Malleus is. How Malleus has grown to fit in the society in front of the other dorm leader………..Oopsie

Bonus 3 : Malleus learn the hard way not to miss the meeting

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Have you heard of the story of the fairy godmother in Cinderella? Well he won’t just roll out and sing bib bi di bub bi di bo and bang! A nice new dress for you. The old man planned while cuddling you in bed……in sofa…..in the gaming chair(?)

He pretends to be busy with something and hasn't listened to you. Even play dumb and say you look cute in the school uniform. Well it’s not totally a lie since he thinks it’s adorable. Why would he poke on your cheek and nibble your neck while you are in your uniform if it’s not because you are so cute to him.

The truth is, this old bat is as excited as you. He lived through the war time and never got a chance to enjoy a leisure party before. Well it’s just a joint event of 2 schools. It can't compare with how grand the royal ball of the Briar valley held a ball but this is the first time he is going to have his lover join him. He doesn’t have to be alert from enemies. Doesn’t have to command his subordinates to search all the parties involved in this event. Just lay back enjoy the day with you.

He had been trying to recreate that dress in his memories just for you. It was around……..hundred? Two hundred?? Year ago??? He walked past this girl on the street and was stunned by her attire. It’s an elegant dress with black velvet and green emerald. Soft flare neckline covered the black corset. Enough skin to show your radiant but not too much.

Well, He was allowed to give you some hickeys before the day of the ball. It got enough fabric to cover all his naughtiness. Wink*

However he was troubled with the skirt since he only remembered just part of it flowing past him. He argued if it’s short or long skirt. He was going back and forth and even tried to summon multiple dresses to compare them…….Then before the final day. He just uses his sense of style to bring it together. Of cause ! Who do you think he is, if not the cutest boy in NRC ? (Self proclaimed……)

He smiles so proudly with your flushed cheek as he teases you. As you put on a golden belt with a bat and thorn on. This is the perfect dress for you. His baby bat. He should had prepare a ring for this big day but well…….there are plenty time for that

Bonus : He pick a perfume for you today and as you dance with him on the floor. It’s totally Lilia’s scent///

This is very long………..more than I expected

I’ll continue Silver & Sebek in part 2 then 😂 sorry I’m so into it with my oshi! I’ll try pack in other dorm in one post! Thank you for reading! Hope you enjoy!!

[radioisntdead]

Can I ask for (platonic) Lute & Emily, with a generally chaotic s/o? They’ll do harmless little pranks, mess around with them (staring at Lutes forehead while she’s talking just to make her paranoid and annoyed), and being sassy to anyone

Good evening my dear! I HAVE YET TO WRITE FOR EMILY SO I'M EXCITED!

Warnings!

None other than Reader being a little menace, and a decapitated head gets thrown, oh also this is in headcanon format!

I imagine it's way too early for your shenanigans, Lute's trying to make herself a cup of coffee and you're sitting on the counter swinging your legs and staring at her forehead, saying nothing just staring like this

She just glancing at you from the side of her eye, like does she have something? Did she have leftover blood on her?

She looks away for one minute to put cream or something into her coffee and when she looks back, WHAM you're there just staring into her soul.

I'm imagining you're a fellow exorcist, So extermination day you just have some poor sinners decapitated head and you just yell "Hey Lulu! Catch!" And Lute gets a head thrown at her,

I imagine you and Adam get along well, like partners in annoying Lute, and team up with pranking Lute, Adam yells that the bathroom has water coming out of it and there's just a bunch of water filled cups coming out of the restrooms.

You and Adam legitimately tried to convince her that the each of you were the other person, you wearing Adams oversized robes and Adam's wearing an extra exorcist uniform because you don't trust him to not accidentally get something like rib sauce on yours and it's just a whole bit.

"[Name] why are you wearing Adam's robes?? And Adam why are you in our uniform??"

"No idea what you're talking about Lulu! I'm totally Adam the first man the great dickmaster sixtynine, tits, dicks, ribs!"

"And I'm obviously [name] the super badass, hatchet welding menace!"

Lute needs a drink after that.

Lute's scolding your fellow exorcists and you're just two feet behind her mimicking her movements and mannerisms, your fellow exorcists struggling not to laugh and Lute looks back at you only to see you stone faced and still, then when she goes back to scolding them your back mocking her.

After she loses her arm you get her a couple of these thingys

Yeah she's using that middle one to punch you, she's sticking a knife or something on it and using it.

Adam would've thought it was hilarious.

Okay so I'm imagining you're heaven's version of Pinkie pie! [I'm watching a Pinkie pie comp on YouTube while writing]

You go to Emily with ideas on how to welcome newbies, how to make the citizens happy,

She has an idea you ADORE? You throw up confetti in the air, it was in your pockets.

She's feeling down? You're there with balloons, one of those cakes that you can set on fire and whatever else you think can make her smile.

You're very toon-like, like running in place before falling to the ground, hopping around in place of walking! Maybe you're a bunny themed winner! Or something that hops!

Emily enjoys your presence! You both like hopping around heaven helping out and cheering up the folks around! I imagine heaven has welcome parties for the new folks weekly so you, the resident party planner get a good feel for what the newbies like and implement it into the parties!

Prank wise you THRIVE on whoopee cushions, you know those plastic babies? You break into wherever Emily and Sera reside and you hide them EVERYWHERE.

Same with rubber duckies.

For some reason though Sera gets a little antsy when she sees them, so you stick with the plastic babies!

You get VERY excited VERY EASILY and it just spreads over to Emily, you're a bundle of contagious sunshine, I imagine the two of you have like the coziest sleepovers ever, like a bunch of snacks, blankets, cuddles etc etc.

Good evening folks! I hope you enjoyed this, I'm sleepy and so I'm gonna schedule this and pass out, as always thank you for tuning in have a wonderful evening folks!

also we have a discord if you'd like to join!

[elvisabutler]

mess dress

fandom: elvis 2022 | elvis presley rating: m pairing: elvis presley ( army era ) x female plus size reader word count: 2323 warnings: thigh riding. uniform kink. mild innocence kink. public play-ish. implications for future p in v sex. author’s note: welcome to day 7 of ally’s wet hot smut summer, uniform kink with elvis presley x reader. so fun fact i've had this 95 percent finished since friday. i have also been without internet because construction knocked out my internet for the weekend. however this is done now. so this erred accidentally into a sort of public play kink thing as well. hopefully y'all enjoy it regardless. this is sort of a sequel to called ya, didn't i? but you don't have to read it for this to make sense, necessarily. i do really want to hear how y'all feel about my fics and i know i don't always reply to comments but reading them delights me so much. as always imagine who you'd like i'm not picky.

You're no stranger to Army functions, little soirees that you shouldn't be invited to but you are because your Daddy's always loved showing you off even as there were whispers about how it wasn't proper that his daughter's waist didn't taper just so. But being at one when you're involved with Elvis Presley- well, that's another thing entirely. It's one thing to be on your Daddy's arm and another to be on your boyfriend's arm knowing how that arm feels wrapped around your waist as you do things very good army brats shouldn't do.

The thing is, you want to think Elvis is willing to stay with you, you want to think he's a good man even if all the papers and the press think he's cavorting around with every girl in Europe. And he's been proving it with every innocent date and every not so innocent moment where you cry out for release as his fingers play you better than any guitar. Elvis wants to be with you and even as things are winding down in Europe, he's whispering jokes and plans about asking your Daddy if it's alright for him to whisk you away to Memphis.

"Told 'im I'd take real good care of ya. No funny business, either. Not 'less I got a ring on your finger."

After hearing that, you almost swooned like you were a Victorian maiden, the rush from hearing those simple words— that simple potential promise had your mind whirring and your heart thumping a quicker beat than it ever had in your life. Never mind that you and him already had indulged in some funny business, it was all the kind that could be hidden. Not the kind that had you filling out dresses and telling your Daddy he's got a grandbaby on the way.

Hearing that put your mind at ease and allowed you to dream a little of a future with Elvis. It allowed for a picture to be painted of you at Graceland or in Hollywood, maybe with a child or two— and a world where you might still be told you don't look proper for a woman but there's gotta be something about you that's got Mr. Presley all shook up and stuck on you. Saying yes to Elvis about going to the function was easy after that even if you had to tell him that he didn't have to get you a dress despite his arguments for doing just that.

"I-I jus' wanna show 'em how pretty my girl is. Tell 'em what they missed out on. Show Charlie I can get me a ree-spec-tuh-bull girl." He had teased, hands against your hips as he kissed your neck in front of your mirror.

Your hands should have swatted at his arms and you should have told him to keep his hands on your waist but instead you moved your hands to lay on top of his and smiled. "You will, Elvis. I'll pick something pretty and we'll have pretty pictures to look at. You'll probably even have one to take home."

A look flitted across Elvis's face that you couldn't quite put a name to and you couldn't help but raise an eyebrow at it before he shook his head. "Yeah, I can have a picture. Just— I mean it, baby, I'm gonna show ya off. Tell 'em I like ya wit' or without all this dressin' up."

It's practically comical the way you and Elvis look at each other the moment you open the door to see him standing there in his full dress uniform. You've seen him in uniform before and had told him rightfully that seeing him in it did something to you between your legs but seeing him like this? All ironed pants and dressed without a hint of a flaw had your mouth watering as your eyes traced over every inch of him, settling embarrassingly on the subtle bulge between his legs. You've felt it before but to see it look like it's starting to rise to the occasion just from looking at you right now in those slacks has your breath escaping from your lungs in a quiet whine.

Not that your boyfriend was any better, taking in the way your dress outlined your chest and your hips and practically shimmered in the light. You matched his dress uniform almost to a tee with a little feminine flair. Your mother is the one who comes upon the two of you staring at one another and tuts quietly, shooing you out the door with a shawl and a yell about how Elvis needs to bring you home before a certain time. You don't dare speak until Elvis enters the other side of his car and sets a hand on your clothed thigh.

"Honey— ya tryin' to kill me? 'Cause it's workin'. Didn't know ya—" He starts before you silence him with a kiss and a shy smile.

"I had it specially made. Thought tonight deserved something special, since you said you'd show me off, remember?" You bite your lip, knowing full well you're probably ruining your lipstick. What you're saying is the truth but a part of you, a small part that's listened to a friend or two who thinks Elvis is so sweet on you that he might want to marry you thinks this was the perfect outfit to prove you're the sort of girl who can be Mrs. Presley. All sophistication and charm that a good boy— a good man like him needs.

"I- I do. Now I'm thinkin' everyone's gonna be tryin' to steal ya from me if I show ya off. Lord, darlin'. Make a man wanna—" His breath comes out in a rush, a puff of air that moves a surprisingly errant curl from his head as you giggle.

"Maybe later? Before you take me home?" The words are questions but from the way you look at Elvis you know that he catches your meaning. That you want him to do something to you as much as he wants to do something to you. Truthfully just looking at the buttons of his uniform and every single detail on it has you clenching your legs together— forgetting that Elvis's hand is right there until he groans as he starts the car.

"Gonna be the death o'me," he mutters only to hear you laugh again and say three simple words in French.

"La petit mort."

You both know it's a little improper to have you sitting on Elvis's lap, but the night's been winding down ever so slowly and Elvis— can get away with things other men can't. Sure, this might get back to your Daddy but it's not as if he doesn't already have an inkling that Elvis is head over heels in love with you. You haven't ended up with a baby in your belly yet and that's— well, that's as good as he can hope for when it comes to the pair of you, he figures. He'll allow it as long as he can think his daughter is as pure as can be. Besides, Charlie is very good at covering for you and Elvis when things look a little more salacious than they should. Right now as Elvis's leg keeps bouncing between your thigh, you figure you'll get use out of those skills yet tonight.

The conversation is one you're not fully paying attention to, having heard half these things a million times over as you've grown up but when you feel the brush of warm air against your ear your eyes widen just a hair.

"Fallin' asleep on me, darlin'? Gonna leave me to talk to everyone by myself?" His whisper is low and inviting in a way that has you shivering just slightly as his arm grips your waist a little tighter. "That woke ya up?"

You don't trust your voice just yet especially when you feel Elvis's leg jiggling between your thighs, his knee brushing against your clit with almost every movement. Your only answer is a small hum as you smile at other people.

Elvis flashes a charming grin as he shifts both of you, allowing the bottom of your dress to cover his leg entirely and exposing your underwear covered vagina to his knee. He bounces experimentally and watches as your eyes widen and you let out a soft whimper that you quickly cover with a cough, your chest bouncing from the effort. Your thighs try and tighten around his leg in an effort to stop the bouncing only for his hand to grip your hip, reveling in the way it feels underneath his grip.

"Elvis," you hiss, turning to look at him after one particularly intense bounce as your nipples hardening in your bra and has you starting to soak through your undergarments. "What are you doing?"

"Ya been eyein' me up like a piece of meat all night, baby. Know that place 'tween ya legs has been achin' somethin' fierce 'cause of it. Didn't think ya wanted to wait. Jus' in case I gotta rush ya home." He explains like it makes all the sense in the world and you find it's hard to argue with him over it even as you know how bad this looks.

"But we're in public. Just because I wanna rip your uniform off doesn't mean we need to—" you start only to have him brush against that spot earning a bitten back whine and a grind down from you. "Elvis— oh."

It shouldn't be pleasurable, your fear of being caught and the potential shame should stop you from doing this but the only thing it's stopping you from doing is ripping off Elvis's uniform that you've seen on a million men before but none of them have been him. Maybe it's the way you had seen the bulge between his legs pressing against his pressed slacks or maybe it's because he was all dressed up to take you somewhere. To show you off. Whatever the reason was, you don't stop Elvis from moving his leg, from bouncing it just so in a way that has your vision starting to blur and has your nails digging into his other thigh in order to keep quiet.

"Gonna make a mess of us, ain't ya? Gonna stain my uniform, darlin'? Make it so I gotta tell everyone I had a lil sweat on my knee?" He mutters his filthy words against your ear and you nod as slow as you can as your eyes dart around the room and around your talking companions. Had any of them noticed what was going on?

"They ain't payin' attention. Ya a good girl, 'member? God, darlin' wanna see ya come apart in front of 'em. Do that for me, will ya? Do that and I'll ask ya daddy to marry ya tomorrow. I gotta or 'm gonna ruin ya 'fore I can."

You have to take a breath or five to be able to speak as his knee picks up speed. "You'll wear your uniform when you do? So I can see it again?"

The grin on his face is downright evil as he nuzzles your neck and places a kiss or two against it. "'Course. Jus' for you. Jus' to see ya get all hot 'n bothered 'bout it again. You gonna make a mess f'me, mama? Gonna show how I got the best girl 'round wit' ya plump yittle thighs and those big breasts a yourn? And that stomach that's softer than anythin' army issued?"

Any other time and you might feel a might bit embarrassed about the way you nod quickly. Truthfully you can feel a bit of shame when you catch the eye of one of the other women. Her eyes are a little widened and you— that should be your cue to stop but you're so close that you can't help but cast your eyes downward as Elvis follows where your eyes went.

"She's just wishin' it was her. Wishin' her date would do this to her. Don't— Don't be shy. I gotcha, darlin'. Let go f'me?"

Somehow the way he phases what is technically an order or a request as a question sends a jolt through your body and has you holding back noises that threaten to leave your mouth as you feel yourself coming. Feel that tension inside your lower belly finally release. You feel your body twitch ever so slightly as the pleasure rolls through your body as Elvis's arm tightens around you to keep you from slumping forward. Your chest heaves in the confines of your bra and your dress and Elvis's lips curl into a bit of a smirk against the back of your neck as you try and catch your breath without being too obvious. Against your backside you can feel Elvis's cock nudging you and with a bit of a smile you shift just so in order to hear him grunt.

"Are you two okay?" You both hear someone ask— maybe it's Charlie or maybe it's someone else, you're both not too sure but it prompts you to stand up, adjusting your skirt as you do and eyeing the sizable damp patch you've left on Elvis's leg in his uniform. His eyes look down before they widen and he pulls you back down to sit on it.

"We're— we're fine." A short answer said by both of you as the two of you exchange a look and you grab Elvis's hat to plop it on your head. The look Elvis gives you is filled with more love than you thought he was capable of even though you can see his still blown pupils and see the arousal lingering in those ocean blue eyes.

After a moment of staring you turn back to everyone and smile, "so what were we talking about? You've got both of us at attention."

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[nnnyxie]

BAE I’M COMING THROUGH W THESE I SWEARRR, can’t remember if I already sent one but I got one I think is cuteee idkkk (I despise anything I write at all)

The BEST THING JUST TICKLED MY BRAIN, HEAR ME OUT

Izuku x Fan!reader, BUTTTT🤭 Reader is from our world, definitely possesses a bunch of merch of specifically Izu and one faithfull day they decide to listen to maybe a shifting meditation, more as a joke than seriously but the hope still gnaws at their heart. You can imagine the disappointment as they wake up in their own room☹️ but as soon as they open the door…boom ✨Ua dorms✨ they slam the door shut before opening it and slamming it shut again and again staring in disbelief before squealing, and rummaging through their closet to find a uniform :DD then being introduced to the class and realizing they don’t speak a word Japanese and panicking slightly, we just need a tiny bit of struggle🤞

And ofcourse trying (and failing miserably) to keep the fangirling at bay

It should have to be in the early days of class 1A so that they seem just a little more creepy for loving them so much, but also so they can predict a few things and then just say that that is their quirk :) like random visions

They don’t actually have a quirk but using their knowledge of the manga to their advantage :3 idk does that make sense??? And IMAGINE meeting Izu for the first time…reader just being a mess and Mina quickly picking up on it…reader being bi dosen’t help as Mina comes close to tease them and they grow Almost as pink as her…GJEKDKSKSK (I’m soo gay for Mina and jirou it‘s insane) okay I think I should stop I’m just writing whtv at this point but alsoo HIM SEIENG YOUR DORM or catching a glimpse of his pro merch??? The figurines??? He’s actually be SO weirded out but also curious??

Bonus: reader actually is the mc of a very very unpopular secret underground exclusive manga that Izu happens to be a huge fan of and he goes crazy when he sees them and first thinks they only look super similar and just can’t be around them because he‘s do flustered…one day either he or you is sick and Aizawa asks who could bring the sick one the notes and Izu/reader volunteer a little too fast🤭 so when they then see the room…littered with merch of them…wjdiwnykdnkxks I’m insane

Sincerely, Izu anon<3

#𖢥 izuku anon

WAIT WAIT WAIT WAIT WAIT BECAUSE THIS

THIS IS GENIUS!!!! I WANNA EAT YOUR BRAIN!! /POS

okay so this roughly takes place before the stain incident BUT they’re in the dorms bc canon divergent is my thing /j

the day was slow and boring and you were curious!!

so you turned up that music and focused on shifting to the mha universe!! which failed the first time— but you weren’t gonna give up!! no no no. you tried again!!

and you succeeded. very successfully.

you didn’t realize you had— because your room was still the same! but that was until someone knocked on your door! you thought maybe it was your parent/guardian or sibling! but nope! it was aizawa and nezu!

you had no clue what your story was as to how you got here— did they somehow already get a random explanation? or what?

you were honestly so nervous— shaking from it all.

“come with us!” nezu smiled and motioned you to follow the two.

after a silent five minute walk, you reached a private room.

“you can’t go back for a while. you know that, correct?” nezu asked. you looked at him nervously, what did he mean? “i’m sorry? i don’t understand.” you tried feigning innocence but it didn’t work. they both gave you a ‘we aren’t dumb’ look.

“how did you know?” “we aren’t stupid kid, we know who belongs where. who is from here and who isn’t.” aizawa’s voice was firm and tired. “look— i didn’t think this wouldn’t actually work. i mean— it failed the first time i tried. how was i supposed to know it’d be successful the second time?” you were quick to defend yourself, afraid that maybe they’d lock you up in a cell until you were able to go back ‘home’.

“don’t fret, child! we’d just like to propose a deal,” nezu was snuggled up in aizawa’s scarf, it was kind of adorable. “what— what would that entail?” you were wary— you knew he was a good…. person? animal? whatever— you knew that he was good but, you were still afraid. who wouldn’t be?

“you know what happens here, yes?” you nod your head. “then, you’ll act as our help. your quirk is vision. you will tell us what happens before it happens” aizawa waves his hands in explanation.

“and for my side..?” “we’ll get you home.” “okay.”

the next day— you’re introduced to the class “before we go in, you need to understand that you cannot fangirl or whatever they call it. you need to pretend you only know them because of the sports festival and your visions.” aizawa had you at his desk while students piled in. good lord did it take everything in you to not scream.

“we have a new student, introduce yourself then take that seat behind midoriya.” aizawa pointed to the pretty green haired boy that you loved.

after a quick introduction, you were very quick and eager to take the seat behind him. “welcome to UA!” he gave you that smile— the one you loved so much.

after class, everyone was quick to come up to you— excited to know about your quirk since you hadn’t said what it was during your introduction.

“what’s your quirk? how does it work? what’s your hero name? do you have any special moves?” izuku was close in front of you— you could die right then and there. you were incredibly flustered—

“well— uhm… my quirk is vision and uh— well it’s what it sounds like… i have visions so i can see what happens before it happens…”

“how’s that even useful to us!?” bakugo, the asshole, yelled. while you did like his character— he was annoying sometimes. so, you just rolled your eyes and ignored him. opting to answer everyone else’s questions. he, of course, got angry at this. “don’t ignore me, brat!” he grabbed your collar and lifted his hand. “can you stop?” you asked in a rather annoyed tone.

honestly— this baffled everyone. but, izuku— izuku was thoroughly impressed— he even had a little crush on you now. ;)

as more time passed, work studies came. aizawa paired you with iida— after you let him know of the stain incident he had all heroes on guard and wanted you to make sure iida didn’t run into him.

now. the incident. you did EVERYTHING in your power to make sure iida stayed away— you kept him from the alleyways, watch his moves, etc. but still, he found stain.

then— izuku showed up. you knew he would at some point, of course. “midoriya, you need to go!” iida yelled, you were tending to native’s wounds. since your ‘quirk’ was just vision. you carried first aid equipment with you. he wouldn’t leave— you knew that. but, you wanted to at least try. maybe this time it could be different? maybe this time he’d leave and get help?

“please— izuku you’ll hurt yourself! i’ve seen it!” he ignored you, of course he did. he was a stubborn hero in training after all. “i have to help you both!” and with that— he attacked.

you saw as the hero killer paralyzed izuku, you felt so— powerless. you wanted to do more. you needed to do more. as stain was about to take another stab at iida— you moved to protect him but, todoroki showed up just in time.

the fight was long. and hard to watch— it was always difficult to see. all three characters you loved were getting hurt and you couldn’t do anything. but, you saw iida do everything in his power to force himself up— it was admirable, he was learning to do what was right and you loved that scene. then you remembered— stain would throw his knife to hit todoroki and iida would take it. iida doesn’t need more injuries.

“move!” you yelled as you shoved the two of them, the knife went through you. just above the heart, though it seemed like it struck directly into it. “you idiot!” todoroki yelled at you, and izuku looked horrified. he felt sick. he was angry. that gave him all the fuel he needed to activate his quirk.

the pros arrived as soon as the two took him out, izuku rushed to you, ignoring the yells of the heroes. did they not see you bleeding out? how could they just ignore you like that? it only angered him more but, he knew he needed to calm himself. it’d only make the situation worse.

you were put in a different wing— you needed surgery for your wound. it was deep and there were specs of his blade in you.

the surgery ended up having you on bed rest, so you weren’t able to attend classes. it sucked but at least you had your sweatshirts for comfort— your deku sweatshirts for comfort.

there was a knock at your door, then it opened. you forgot to lock it. though— you didn’t think much of it anyways, it was probably aizawa bringing you your work. which, you wish you didn’t have any.

oh. now you wished it was aizawa bringing you your work.

izuku walked in with a few papers in hand— the light from your opened window displayed all of your merchandise. oh no.

he looked— well, his expression was… mixed? he looked, confused, unsettled, happy???

“uhm— izuku— i can uhm— i can explain!” you sat up quickly, forgetting you were injured, your mortification overpowered the pain. “that’s— that’s me…” he pointed at a figurine. he turned around in a circle, taking in all of your items. then, he faced you. you, who was wearing a deku sweatshirt with a small plush of him on your pillow. “i—” his eyes were wide and his brows were scrunched, you were embarrassed— no— that’s an understatement.

“so… i was right…” he mumbled to himself. “what do you mean? you were… right?”

he rushed to the door— closing and locking it, then threw your papers onto your desk.

“you aren’t supposed to be here! i was right!” he exclaimed in joy. “i can’t believe it— you— oh my god i was—” he threw his hands up in the air then planted them on his head, he was being confusing— i mean, shouldn’t he be freaked out?? “what do you mean you were right!?” you asked louder— while you loved that he was happy, you wanted to know how the hell he knew!

he sat next to you, “you’re not— you’re not us. you’re supposed to be— you’re not supposed to be here!” he pulled out his phone, showing you a picture of… you? “this is amazing! i just— i can’t believe it. i mean, i knew you looked familiar, you sounded familiar, you acted familiar. but, i didn’t want to be wrong.” he was mumbling again, it was cute.

“am i…?” “you’re my favorite character!” he exclaimed. he was beyond happy— he was beyond thrilled.

“how did you get here? did you build some kind of machine? no that would’ve happened in the manga… what did you do? is this why the manga suddenly stopped?” he held your hands, wanting answers. you swear he was trying to kill you, his sweetness was almost suffocating.

“well uhm— there’s this thing called shifting where i’m from and uh… i did it and succeeded, i guess. i didn’t think it’d work but uhm… yeah. it did.” you felt a bit shy, was that weird? wanting to shift into this world? “so why did you want to do it?” he squeezed your hands, he was excited. should you tell him why? should you tell him it’s because you wanted to see him? would that be weird? that’d be weird, wouldn’t it? well— nothing could be as weird as… this.

“i uhm… i wanted to uhm uh see you.” god you wanted to die right then and there. “me? like— me me?” “uhm yeah… there’s no one else here…” he blushed— oh no he was weirded out— he must be. this was the end for you. “that makes me happy.” he whispered as his blush deepened

oh. oh. OH.

i hope this was what you were looking for!!

i had fun writing it!! i wanted to incorporate the stain fight bc it’s one of my favorites!!

[ask-the-totally-real-peppino]

Hello, i'm cheese anon's evil (not really) alter ego, theorist anon and i've come here to tell you my theory or uhh... actually personal hc of what happend to bruno (headcanons are like theorys but less fancy shut >:[), (i tweaked it a bit to fit your context just a tad better as i have some ideas with how you portrayed bruno (or well part of him))

SO. First of all i have to say i liked the uniform you gave bruno, very cute tbh, but more than pizzeria it's giving ice cream or candy shop thb, not that is a bad thing just saying so uhh fuck it pizzeria no more he runs an ice cream shop now in me mind

OK WITH THAT OUT THE WAY NOW WE FR THIS TIME.

Ok so. Once upon a time this italian guy called Bruno runed an ice cream shop with his wife, pizzahead saw how succesful they were on their own and said "shiiid imma need that" so he made a deal with the happy couple. BUT then he tried to bribe and trick them into giving up pretty much all rights to uhh.. i don't have a name for the ice cream shop actually lmao, just think of amything. anyways, they said no bc the ice cream shop was something they hold very dear to them, they have been saving for this for literal years and risked it all to get it running so who would want to give it all out like that really? But pisshead can't accept a no for an answer so what did he did? He just killed them in the spot. If they aren't gonna sing these papers might as well just kill the guys so they stop growing you know? He cannot afford ANY sort of competition (even tho he sells horrible pizzas and they are a fucking ice cream shop). But then he realizes "shit i fucked up imma get sued" so he just tried to recreate bruno using his brain as a base, couldn't replicate the wife tho, he accidentally shot her in the brain without thinking he would have to clone her too oops.

Anyways they go thru the cloning process but uh oh the clone isn't perfect, guy doesn't even remember who he was. The solution? Lie that they sold their shop and flew out the country with the money without telling anyone, aslo they changed their numbers you cannot find them ^-^. Btw the shop closed down literal months after he "acquired" the shop, the ice cream was bad it tasted like pizza :(.

That gets us to today, pizzahead now found some new guy to torment and since he had the clone laying around he just kind of managed to make it change looks so it can look like peppino and then used them as a boss on his tower.

Ok i'm done talking :] hope you like this mess of a theory imma go, cheese bitch wants to take control again mkay bye was a plessure to speak to ya'll <3

(Ohohoho, Theorist Anon! What a delight to read!

I cannot confirm nor deny your theory, but I will say that part of it is pretty spot-on! And it's generally an interesting story regardless!

Just some silly and goofy pizza man absolutely snapping and killing a couple bc he's a jealous bitch, and then he goes 'whoopsie daisy' and remakes one of them, and uses them to torment another guy??? Incredible

If dear Cheese Anon allows you to return, I'd love to read any more theories you have! (And I will continue to smugly grin as I do not confirm nor deny them)

ALSO, I totally get the ice cream shop vibes from the outfit, not intentional, but it is very funny to imagine Pizzahead taking over a non-pizza related place and making bad pizzas or pizza-flavoured ice cream!

Who knows! Maybe the tower warped Bruno's Ice Cream to Bruno's Pizza, bc it is Pizza tower and not Ice Cream tower hehe

Also, Pep does love ice cream, but that's maybe unrelated!)

[slashingdisneypasta]

On the topic of gilfs. Can you imagine how the horror guys would respond to this phrase? Like, I'm pretty sure that Inkubus knows about this a little TOO well. Drayton, I'm pretty sure, probably hasn't heard a thing like that and is just asking why he gets the occasional heart eyed look. Jim... I'm not sure if he'd know or not, but I bet he'd get SO smug once he finds out/someone reminds him.

!!!!!

You know I love talking about the old folks. Here we go-

Old Folks reacting to you calling them a GILF (Grandparent I'd Like to Fuck)

Captain Spaulding: He thinks this is so fucking funny XDD He's gonna make so much fun of you. You want this wrinkly old dick?? That's what you're into? Fuck!- You're something.

Drayton Sawyer: Omg the picture you painted XD Like- what's that?? Bubba, what- what is that face she's givin me? What do I look like, a snack food?? When someone tells him what (he is) GILF is, he thinks its a mean joke. Like yeah, make fun a' the old guy, ha ha ha- fuck you.

Granny Boone: Hell yeah I am!

Inkubus: Like you said XD Tell him something he doesn't know, honestly-

Luda Mae Hewitt: ... Are you messing with her?? =_= If not, then she's so flattered, haha XD She thinks its so funny, and its been a while since someone complimented her!! ^^ <3<3 If you're a victim, though... she's not gonna react.

Manual Dyer: How nice of you to say, dear. Would you like to be his 27th wife?

Mayor Buckman: He's choking again. You what!?-

Peepaw Myers: ... *stabs you*

Norman Nordstrom: Uh... really? He's not gonna show it but he is intrigued by this and will be thinking about it to himself for a while. You think he's handsome?? You wanna fuck him?? Can he use this to get you to have his child? Hmmm...

Otis B Driftwood: Yeah whatever, good for you, I don't give a flying fuck.

Pamela Voorhees: hahahahaha you're so funny! be sure to lock your door tonight, okay dear? i heard their was a murderer around... (you are in peril.)

Sheriff Hoyt: ... ladies love a man in uniform.

Stuart Lloyd: So many things going on in his head. Like really?? Are you making fun of him?? Do you actually think he's handsome?? How old are you?? How does he respond?? What does he say to that?? Are you laughing?? He wants it to be true but he's suspicious.

Walter Harris: He's flustered but also READY. Like, he thinks you're gonna fuck him right there?? Calm down Walter.

MISC! BONUS':

Dr Peter Andover: ... excuse him, he needs a vat of coffee to deal with this. Be right back. Here's a pamphlet about Freud to peruse.

Ivan the Awesome: ... what!???? Very alarmed, staring you down, hoping to god you're joking-

Jim Bickerman: Smug, yes XD Like, oh really?~ Gilf, huh? He's gonna keep that in mind for later when their aren't any crocs around okay?~ (he'll come back for you 🤣🤣)

[margonite-seer]

More Nathan lore please. Give us the breacrumbs, the cake, five, six, SEVEN loaves of bread, the whole platter of pastries. Just lots of words about the pretty boy.

Oh my. You shouldn't have asked that. I have pages and pages about him. His complete biography is in progress and if you are interested in something here, I will tell you more! However, I can summarize the lore I have about him, in chronological order:

He doesn’t know his real birth name, origins, his age, parents, nothing. But he knows he was born sometime between 1304 AE and 1307 AE.

The only thing he has from his pre-orphanage life is a set of three floating stones a sylvari gave him to play with after he found him as a toddler alone on the street and then brought him to the orphanage. Nathan still wears those stones on his forehead as a token of focus (Glacial Eye helmet skin in-game).

In the orphanage, he was forced to learn physical fighting and fire magic because the priests thought he had been blessed by Balthazar due to how large and tall he was for his age, but he loved air and water magic way more.

When he ran away from the orphanage in his puberty, he lived on the streets and later got money and warm meals from prostitution. But that also helped him get a respectable spot in an influential mafia underworld family in Divinity’s Reach.

Once, a robbery of a perverted nobleman went wrong and Nathan killed both him and a few guards but got a nasty eye wound. It took so long to heal he got a nickname “Dark-Eyed Nate.”

This is supposed to be him at around 16-18 years old but imagine a younger face of course.

After years of climbing the underworld ladder, he messed up and knew other gangsters would come execute him. He prayed to Dwayna and promised her if he gets out of this alive, he would spend the rest of his life fighting and healing in her name. He survived and turned his life 180 degrees, becoming a priest of Dwayna. Healer water-air Elementalist, to be exact.

He came to help in Spirit Vale (raid wing 1) and directly joined the assault against the Bandits and then the White Mantle. The other raiders were my other original characters. Among them my Pact Commander Rhydderich with whom Nathan fell in love very fast.

He spent the years from the events of Season 3 to start of Icebrood Saga joggling between joining my characters on more raids, fulfilling his priesthood duty, and joining Rhydderich on some of his dragon journeys across the world.

At one point, he confessed his love to my sylvari but Rhy was still confused and in mourning Trahearne.

After Rhydderich got injured by Bangar in Bjora Marches, Nathan was able to tap into such depths of divine healing magic just to save him that he was promoted in the priesthood and became the third highest ranking person.

This is him in his new customized priest-of-Dwayna uniform that he started often wearing in combat in 1333 AE when he was 26-28.

But since then, quite a lot has changed:

The world events and shift in Tyria's magic made him want to start using his inner storm (in both the meaning of magic and the way he handles things) more often. When someone or something angered him exceptionally much, he just fried them. If the priesthood knew about it, they wouldn't approve.

After the Dragonvoid was beaten back, he and Rhydderich finally got together (!!!). They live together in a nice house in Divinity's Reach now.

He stopped faking the super old bruise, toning it down only to black eyeshadows on the eye lids. And in turn started usually covering up the very much real old tear scar.

He had an edgy phase with long hair and black clothes when not neccessarily on priesthood duty:

But it fit his uniform too, not gonna lie.

And lastly... the events of What Lies Beneath made him not so voluntarily unlock the fire elemental magic he had been bottling up since the orphanage and refusing to use it just out of trauma from the childhood and because it simply didn't go well with the priesthood's teachings of healing.

But the more detailed context, consequences and results of this, and his feelings about it, are all spoilers for the new post-EoD story.

In the meantime, have him looking not so cheerful (though determined) with to him very alien and at this point unfamiliar fire magic.

...and a new haircut and new armor because he changes his non-uniform clothes and general visage like I change my socks.

[enderpearlgirl1005]

Celestial Symbiosis

Chapter 3 Bonding

(The next day)

Anna woke up to her phone alarm going off, she yawned and grabbed her phone. She looked at her phone screen and saw that it was now 6 Am in the morning.

"*Yawn* It's morning and I'm awake, I'm! Awake Now!" Anna exclaimed as she sat up in her bed.

She then looked to her left side and saw Zinsu was reading through her school books that were all scattered all over the floor.

"And apparently I'm still in a nightmare." Anna stated.

She then groaned and laid back down on her bed, frustrated that she wasn't imagining it all.

"What have you been up to?" Anna asked and looked over to Zinsu.

"Research, like I said I'm very curious about Earth. I like to learn as much as I can and I made lots of progress in my research." Zinsu explained as he closed up the book he was reading.

"Well it looks like you're a fast reader, but seriously why are you here on Earth in the first place?! And why did you bond with me out of any other humans on earth?!" Anna asked angrily.

"To answer your first question, my original host and I came here by chance as our escape pod didn't have a set location on it. The second question, I only have a limited time frame for when I can go without a host. I needed one that could walk, talk, and think, because you were the only one in the area that fit everything I needed. I went for you. I would've explained it sooner, but I didn't speak your language around that time." Zinsu explained.

"Well how do you know it now then?" Anna asked.

"Well after merging with you I was able to learn all the languages you knew. That's how I'm able to speak your language now." Zinsu explained.

"Alright, but still, I'm not alright with the idea you're in my body and the idea you can control it whenever isn't so reassuring either." Anna explained expressing her discomfort.

"Hmm yeah that's very common, but don't worry I wont control your body. I'll also respect your privacy and remain out of it when you're doing something only you want to know about." Zinsu explained.

"Hmm that's kinda better but I'm still not Okay with the idea that you're in my body." Anna explained.

"Well *Yawn* I'm afraid you're going to need to get used to that, like I said we're stuck together from now on. I'm gonna clean this mess up now and get some sleep. I'll only be gone for half an hour as my speeches can regain energy much faster than humans. Once I'm back I will observe your day, but I'll remain out of sight." Zinsu explained.

Before Anna could say anything to him, Zinsu collected up all the books and put them back. He then reemerged in Anna's body and went to sleep, leaving Anna alone to think about everything.

"Ugh! Well today's gonna be something isn't it. I also now have to get used to some freaky alien blob thing being a part of my day to day life. Mom dad you're watching this right? If you are, please send me your blessings to get through this Bull shit!" Anna prayed to her parents.

Once she prayed she got up and went into the bathroom to shower and get ready. Later on Anna Excited her Dorm room with her uniform on and her hair pulled up in a ponytail.

"Hey Anna! How was your night?" Anna heard Shelly ask.

She turned around and saw Shelly running up to her waving her arm in the air.

"Um, my night went well, thanks for asking Shelly." Anna said.

'Should I tell Shelly about Zinsu?... No she'll never believe me, then again who would? I'll just sound crazy as something like this just sounds utterly insane.' Anna thought to herself.

"That's great, but I thought I heard you scream last night. Where are you okay, or did something happen?" Shelly asked.

"Oh yeah I was fine, I just stubbed my toe on something." Anna explained. "Ah Okay, I've done that before so I know where you're coming from." Shelly explained.

"Good to know, come-on let's go get breakfast before they run out of food." Anna said.

"Aww yeah! Let's go! I heard it's French toast today!" Shelly exclaimed excitedly.

The two friends then made their way to the cafeteria through a huge wave of many different students. Later in the day Anna was in class taking down notes from the lesson the teacher was explaining.

"Psst, Anna." Anna heard a voice whisper.

Anna looked around for the voice, but couldn't see any other student looking at her.

"Anna down here. Look down at your shirt collar." The voice explained.

Anna looked down and was shocked to see Zinsu peeking a little out of the collar of her shirt.

"Zinsu! What the hell are you doing?!" Anna asked in a whisper, surprised to see Zinsu out.

"Like you I'm focusing on the lesson, but what is it about?" Zinsu asked.

"It's history, we're learning about The First Congress." Anna explained quietly.

"Ah I see, earth has such a fascinating history, I hope to learn much about it." Zinsu said and also started focusing on the lesson.

Anna sighed as she felt like Zinsu would be a nuisance in her life now. As Anna focused on the lesson, a student from behind her was chewing on some gum. They then thought it'd be hilarious to spit it in her hair, so they sat up, and spat the gum towards Anna's hair.

However Zinsu detected it, and moved Anna's hand and grabbed the gum quickly before it had time to make contact with Anna's hair.

"Huh?!" Anna said when she felt her arm move on its own and grab something sticky.

She turned around and saw that there was now gum in her hand and she looked to see the student behind her.

"Hey! Alvin! You know gum is not permitted in class. I don't care if you have it outside of class, but don't chew it during class, and don't try to spit it in other students' hair! You try that again and you'll be written up, you understand?" The history teacher asked, sternly as he looked at Alvin.

"Ugh, fine whatever." Alvin said as he laid back in his seat.

"Anna go on and throw that gum away but sit back down after words." The teacher requested.

"Um Okay, yes sir." Anna said.

She then got up and threw the gum away, then went back down to her seat to resume focusing on the lesson.

"Hey Zinsu what the heck?! You said you wouldn't move my body!" Anna whispered clearly agitated by Zinsu controlling her body.

"Sorry but I didn't want you to get that gum in your hair as I knew it'd be a problem. I know I said I wouldn't move your body, but I would only do it if I needed to. I wanna try and make things easier for you so I'll help out anyway I can, after all we are going to need to learn how to work together." Zinsu explained.

Anna was dumbfounded by what Zinsu said, she didn't know if the two of them could even work together at all. After all, he did enter her body without her consent and merged with her as well. Later on Anna was in her cooking class and she was making french soup as an assignment. She stirred the soup and gave it a taste, she swished it around in her mouth a bit.

"Hmm. I need something, but what does it need?" Anna asked herself.

"Here, try this." Anna heard Zinsu say.

She looked down and saw that Zinsu had formed a tentacle and grabbed onto a spice. He did it in a way that no one but Anna would notice, but still Anna quickly grabbed the spice and gently shoved Zinsu's tentacle back into her shirt.

"Zinsu! Be more careful! If someone sees you they'll freak out!" Anna whispered angrily to Zinsu.

"Hey Anna, who are you talking to?" A classmate asked.

"Oh Um! I was just talking out loud! Sorry!" Anna excused quickly.

The classmate gave her a confused look, before they shrugged and went back to what they were doing. Anna sighed in relief and decided to add in the spice to the soup and see if it made it any better. After adding in the spice she started it in again, and gave it another task.

'Hmm it is better. Okay Zinsu did something helpful again, but I still don't like him after what he did.' Anna thought to herself.

Later on Anna was in PE class playing dodgeball, and was having a hard time avoiding the balls.

"WoW! Okay that one got a little too close for comfort!" Anna stated as she dodged a ball that almost hit her head.

Zinsu was peeking out of Anna's gym shirt and saw her struggle. So he decided to help out a little with throwing the balls. When Anna grabbed onto a ball and went to throw it, Zinsu helped move her arm as he saw she would've missed. This caused her to throw the ball right into one of her classmates' chest, causing them to lose. Anna stood in shock about what had just happened, she then looked down and saw Zinsu looking at her with what she assumed was pride.

'Oh my god! What's he doing?! I better inform him to be more careful if he tries that again.' Anna thought to herself.

Soon PE ended and everyone went to change back into their school uniforms. Anna decided to change in the shower stalls, to both get some privacy and to talk to Zinsu.

Once she was in the shower she made sure to lock the door of the stall she was in. She then took off her Gym shirt and tapped the area on her chest where Zinsu would come out of.

"Hey Zinsu! Out! I need to talk to you!" Anna exclaimed quietly so no one would hear her.

"Okay! Okay I'm coming!" Zinsu said as he emerged out of Anna's chest.

"Alright I'm here, what do you need?" Zinsu asked.

"Um, could you, oh I don't know, maybe not go so hard next time you do something like that?" Anna asked.

"Oh, is this about dodgeball?" ZInsu asked.

"Yes it is! Humans can be fragile and if that student got hurt because of me I could get into a lot of trouble!" Anna explained.

"Oh my bad, sorry Humans are still very new to me so I don't entirely know how they all function. I'll do more research later once we go back to the dorm room." Zinsu said.

"Yeah you better! Cause I don't want to get in trouble with anyone because of you!" Anna stated.

"Sure no problem kid. I'll be more careful as we progress on with our symbiosis." Zinsu said.

Anna felt a little better, but she still wasn't alright with Zinsu, as she found him rather unsettling. Zinsu reemerged in Anna's chest and Anna finished getting changed back into her uniform. Soon the day ended and Anna was at her locker getting some stuff out of it.

"Hey Anna, how are you doing?" Anna heard Vincent ask.

"Huh? Oh hey Vince I'm doing well, thanks." Anna said.

"That's good to hear, hey are you excited for pancakes tomorrow?" Vincent asked.

"Hell yeah I am! It's gonna be a dream come true for me!" Anna exclaimed excitedly.

"Hehe I bet, hey you heading to the Karate club?" Vincent asked.

"Yeah I am, wanna go and watch me?" Anna asked.

"Sure! I'm up for it!" Vincent exclaimed.

Anna smiled and finished grabbing her stuff from her locker before making her way to her club room. Zinsu was very curious to see what skills Anna had as he hoped she would be a good fighter. He knew they would need to fight in the future as he also knew that the ones who killed his last host and friend would find him soon.

'Anna please be a good fighter, I need you to help me out on my mission to stop them." Zinsu thought to himself.

Anna and Vincent soon arrived at the club room, where they saw the other members all training. The Club leader Sebastian noticed them coming in and he greeted them.

"Hey Anna, hey Vincent, good to see you two here! Anna you go get changed Vincent there are seats on the other side of the room for you to sit and observe." Sebastian explained.

"Alright thanks for informing me of that, Sebastian." Vincent said.

"Anytime, now chop chop! Let's go Anna, you've missed two weeks of Training and I want you to catch up!" Sebastian stated.

"Yes sir! I Want the same thing!" Anna exclaimed and ran in the back to change.

Later Anna came out of the changing room in her karate uniform and started training with the other club members.

"Alright Everyone! Listen up, we're going to be sparing today so I want you all to get your gear on! And I better not catch any of you using your skills to bully or beat up anyone!" Sebastian stated in a firm clear voice.

Everyone nodded at what Sebastian had said and they all went to their bags and started putting on their sparring gear.

"Hmm Sparing, I've watched and felt some of my other hosts do that before, this should allow me to get a good view on Anna's fighting- Off!" Zinsu was saying but was interrupted when he felt something being squished on himself and Anna's chest.

'Must be that gear that Sebastian guy was talking about. Must be a chest piece, not that I mind as I don't want anyone hitting me and accidentally finding out about me.' Zinsu thought to himself as he got into a more comfortable position.

Anna meanwhile felt Zinsu being squished in her chest and him adjusting when she put her chest piece on. It felt very strange to her as she'd never felt that before, however she didn't say anything about it. Mostly because she wanted to keep Zinsu a secret for obvious reasons let alone look like a weirdo to everyone in the club.

'Ugh! If Zinsu is going to be like that every-time I put something like this on me, then we're gonna need to chat about it. Never actually thought I'd think that in my whole life. Why is this even happening to me?' Anna asked herself as she got the rest of her sparring gear on.

Once everyone had their sparring gear on they were all put into groups of two. After being put into groups Sebastian gave them the signal to fight and they did so.

As they fought, Zinsu recorded Anna's movements and fighting techniques, which was impressive to him. Anna's fighting skills are impressive to Zinsu and he believed that he had chosen a good host.

Anna soon defeated her opponent and was then given another opponent to fight. She soon managed to take out all the other club members who were assigned to spar with her. Once she was done Sparring Sebastian announced that the club meeting was over.

"Good work Anna you did great. I'm proud to see that you haven't gotten rusty." Sebastian praised while patting Anna on the shoulder.

"Thanks Seb, I'm also glad that I haven't gotten rusty one bit." Anna said.

Sebastian smiled, then dismissed everyone for the day, everyone nodded and went to go change. Sebastian meanwhile just stayed and trained himself a little more, as he always stayed for an extra hour to train. Anna smiled and followed everyone else to the locker room to also change back into her school uniform.

"Hey Anna, that was amazing." Vincent said as he got up and walked up to Anna.

"Thanks Vince I'm glad that I haven't gotten rusty in my absence." Anna said.

"Hehe I don't think you ever will. You take this club very seriously so it's understandable you'd never allow yourself to get rusty." Vince explained.

Anna smiled again, Vince then allowed her to go get change so they could go back to their rooms. As Anna was changing, Zinsu emerged from her chest slightly and started talking to her.

"Hey Anna." Zinsu whispered.

"Ah! Zinsu! What are you doing?!" Anna asked in a whisper, clearly showing her annoyance with Zinsu's action.

"I noticed your desire to mate with that male human." Zinsu whispered.

Anna blushed at what Zinsu said and whispered angrily "Zinsu! Don't you go around saying stuff like that! That is my own personal business and none of yours!"

"Hey Anna, who are you talking to?" Anna heard one of her club members ask.

"Oh! No one! Just thinking out loud sorry!" Anna explained nervously, praying that they would buy it.

Her club mate just looked at her for a second before shrugging and going back to changing.

Anna let out a sigh of relief and roughly pressed Zinsu back into her chest. Zinsu got the message and remerged back into Anna's body and decided to talk to her more later.

Later on Anna was in her dorm room lying on her bed, deep in thought about her current dilemma. Zinsu meanwhile was looking through Anna's laptop doing more research as he believed that the internet could give him more knowledge then what the books had already given him.

"Zinsu, what was up with you today?" Anna asked.

"What do you mean Anna?" Zinsu asked.

"I mean you popping up like that and talking to me when there were others around?! I thought you understood you can't be seen by anyone here!" Anna explained.

"Sorry it's just that, on other planets I've been on with my previous hosts I was able to be out all the time and talk to others. So hiding away and not talking all day isn't something I'm used to. I'm what you humans refer to as an extrovert so I like to be out and talk. My apologies for the inconvenience I caused you, like I said I'm not used to having to hide myself within my host." Zinsu explained.

"Okay well I guess that is understandable, but please don't do that tomorrow alright! I've got a date with Vincent and I don't want him seeing you!" Anna explained.

"I understand, after all if he were to find out about me it'd be very hard to explain. That and I'm afraid he might tell others about me and if that happened who knows what your government would do." Zinsu explained.

"They'd probably take both of us in and experiment on us, if that were to happen that'd be a problem as I have high hopes for my future." Anna explained.

"Well if they don't show up and try to conquer Earth." Zunsu stated mysteriously.

"What! What do you mean?! Who's they, Zinsu!?" Anna asked surprised as she shot upward.

"I'll explain later Anna, for now I want you to worry about getting used to me before I put another worry on you." Zinsu explained.

"Well if you want that then don't scare me like that! Alright?" Anna asked. "Alright I wont, I'm sorry." Zinsu said apologetically.

Anna sighed again before lying back down on her bed, while also rubbing her head. She didn't know what she was going to do about Zinsu, but she did know they'd have to get along as they were stuck with each other.

[starlightkun]

lmao i saw this on my dash and was wondering if you felt this way

https://www.tumblr.com/16woodsequ/727490027584667648?source=share

cause you rarely write drabbles, everything you write is like full fic length and takes longer and i see you posting little progress updates and little notes about each fic without spoiling. as someone who likes to talk (may or may not be the adhd idk) i cant imagine being in your position like WEREWOLF SUNGCHAN! EXISTS! IN MY MIND! AND ON THIS DOCUMENT THAT YOU CANT SEE! BUT HE'S REAL!! HE'S REAL TO ME!! like how do you do it? having no one to scream to about your fics when you're writing? and having to wait until its completed and uploaded to have people to talk about it with? like especially with all the crack fics you're writing atm, i would be BURNING with the need to show people how funny your writing is

p.s. medication update: im going to switch from methylphenidate to dexamphetamine tmr because apparently im intolerant to ritalin and i think you're on dexamphetamine rn? im hoping that i see some benefits from it. btw your success is keeping some of my spirit and motivation up despite how abysmal ritalin was for me so thank you for posting about how Adderall was for you i really appreciate having someone experiencing meds alongside me 🫶🏻

-✨anon

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LMAO sometimes that's me and sometimes i'm writing and i'm like "im never letting another living human see this abomination im writing rn this is the worst thing i've ever written and the only penance for what i've done is to throw myself off a cliffside" like there is no in between im either SO EXCITED FOR IT AND ABSOLUTELY LOVE IT AND AM SO AKSEGKJHKJGKTR or i think it's awful and consider deleting it almost immediately after like this scene for changer2 im writing rn like literally as i got this ask (im not gonna delete it but she is gonna b HEAVILY EDITED)

it's fr so hard having werewolf sungchan AND hockey player sungchan BOTH IN MY MIND RN LIKE 🤪 screams everyday i put on my uniform to go fight in the idgaf war on the side of gaf 🫡🫡🤪🤪🫡🤪🫡🤪🤪🤣🤣🫡🤪🤪🫡 lest we also not forget that single dad kun is in here too and some other fellas that yall dont know abt like its soooooo bad in here for me

sometimes i contemplate posting random one-liners or snippets when i write things that make me teehee extra hard or r like rlly 🔥🔥🚨🚨🚨 but i always get worried about spoilers versus teasers soooo i keep it locked away all to myself and maybe go a lil crazy idk who's to say so i do more vague type stuff like talking about how there's a 2.6k makeout scene without posting any actual lines from it, or saying that one of my favorite character bits that i think is genuinely super funny is in dr. magic but not saying what it is, etc., etc., OR also doing ask games like word in a wip where y'all can try to get some lil snippets from me (which i feel i am always very generous with lol)

p.s. to ur p.s.: very happy to hear that you're getting switched off the meds that weren't working for you! i'm on "amphetamine salts" (generic adderall) which is a combo of dextroamphetamine and levoamphetamine, but pretty much yeah it's the big one in the amphetamine class of adhd meds. it has a sightly different effect than dextroamphetamine alone since it has levoamphetamine as well, which lasts longer and can produce better results in some people (pls go w ur dr on this im not giving medical advice omg just what i learned in my psych classes and the information i've been given). i actually just saw my dr today to check in on how i was doing on the adderall (reg check-up appt). i was rlly worried bc the initial good results i saw in the first days were practically gone after like the first week and i was practically back to normal (i.e., bad. my kitchen is a fucking mess again) and when i told him that he was like "lol that's fine! that was just the trial dose! so we can up you to a normal dose now since you saw good results at first" so hopefully i'll be functioning again 👍 so i love this for us 🫶 rooting for us 🫶🫶

[notoriousdogooder]

there is so much potential in having an art class as an option. the current school is fine as it is, and adding one more class would fuck up the schedule, but thats not stopping me from thinking about it.

in this hypothetical art class, all of the school Li's are there for maximum chaos, all seated next to each other. theyre separated ingame for a reason, and the interactions will sure as hell be cluttered, but by god it'd be sooo funny to have whitney throw paint at robin.

classes will range from standard still life drawing to nude ones, where everyones had to strip for the class at least once . not completely naked, not unless they want to.

whitney is easy, they'd have zero shame and would face PC while spreading their legs, not shy about sneaking a hand to touch themselves, everyone in the class has a picture of them at least slightly aroused in their sketchbooks. they're poses are the most slutty looking, they've always got a hand between they're legs, spreading for a good angle, goading everyone to get their good side.

pure sydney would be a mess when asked to strip, hiding themselves even with their underwear on, whitney colors their skin in with pink because of their full body blush. the more corrupt, the more sensually they'll pose, PC could even ask fem syd to lose the bra or masc syd not to hide their bulge. it'll get to the point where they hope they're called to strip, flaunting everything, getting aroused from the attention.

when it comes to kylar, most of the class is disappointed or uninterested, but depending on if they're assets are bigger, the classes opinion of them change for the entire period. they face PC, and PC solely, making direct eye contact, clearly aroused. usually, it's kylar making the picture, but having PC's attention on them like this is driving them wild. you could defiantly boss them around on what type of pose to do.

mmmhhh robin <3, from interactions in winter's class with other students, we can see that people are interested in them, so students will appreciate being able to see whats under their uniform. low confidence will need encouragement from PC and/or pressuring from the teacher. like sydney, they'll at least have they're underwear on, and their poses are less rigid the more confident they become, until there's a point where PC can ask they strip completely. they'll still be shy about it, but they'll strip, and having an audience of people who are seemingly interested in their body will boost their confidence.

in the classes, the hallway, library, anywhere, students could talk about what they saw in art class, talking about the pictures they snuck, and whose bodies they want to see next time. it'll go like:

"Everyone can see what Whitney's packing under the uniform, but oh my god, to actually see it!" "Right! I swear I saw it twitch!"

"I think if Kylar showed more cleavage, people would think more of them, to be honest." "At least you got to see it! All of the creeps attention was on that orphan kid, I didn't even see nipples."

"I go to the temple everyday after school! How am I even going to face Sydney after today's class!" "Maybe if you ask nice, they'll pose for a private drawing." "Shut up!"

"Robin's face is covered in freckles, but I didn't think they where, you know, everywhere." "There's a mole on their left butt cheek shaped like a crescent moon." "... Just how close were you sitting to them?"

Obviously, insecurities are apart of the equation, and PC can get bullied and teased if supply doesn't meet demand, student harassment will increase even more, with people asking to get a better look for their sketchbook. not to mention the amount of people that'll be taking pictures, there will be a point where PC or another student will be working under Leighton to snap a few

for the teacher, I was thinking a mix of sirrus and mickey, easy going, not phased by the human body. definitely asks for private drawing sessions, where either PC or they will be the subject. when they're the subject, there will be an option to move closer for a better look, for the drawing of course. when PC is the subject, they'll keep their distance, but the more sessions there are, the closer they'll move, drawing in a special sketchbook only taken out in these sessions.

a possible art competition, where there's an option for regular still life, scenery paintings, with the lewder option being, of course, lewd pictures and sculptors, with any Li of your choice as the subject. said hypothetical teacher having their own work around, just for show, and PC recognizing a faceless painting or sculpture of them as the main attraction.

[thewritetofreespeech]

Could I request the Obey Me guys as well as the Now Dateables?

Perhaps M/C crawling into bed with them wanting to be held and to be touched.

Perhaps a little nsfw added in 🤤😉

note: this is the only imagine/scenario I will do for all 11 boys. cuz I’m a thirsty bitch. the rest of the time we will stick to the rules of HCs only.

Additionally, the plot has been changed slightly to ‘coming to their room at night’. Sorry. If you want NSFW stuff for a specific boy, based on the provided content, I’ll do it but 11 boys is too much even for my thirsty trappy ass.

Obey Me Boys + MC Crawling into Bed with Them

Lucifer

Lucifer sighed over his paper work. Would his turmoil never cease? 

Sometimes he felt like he had fallen into a lower level of the Devildom. Like the 13th circle of hell where the preferred torture method for lost souls was endless paperwork. A modern day Sisyphus, only instead of a boulder it was forms.

He heard the door to his room quietly click open & then close. He doesn’t look up from his paper work as he knew who it was. There was only one person, ok maybe two, who would come into his room this late at night without knocking. “What is it [Y/N]?”

“I was um...wait, you wear reading glasses?”

Lucifer frowned and looked up from his paper work now. “Magical reading glasses. For reading magical text.” They were required to read some of the magical scripts he was combing over. “What is it [Y/N]?”

The human squirmed a little when he asked again. Seeming to think over the answer, or more precisely how to explain it. “I couldn’t sleep.” They finally confess. “I was wondering if I could stay in here with you, but....you’re busy.”

Lucifer arched a brow slightly, but then moved some of the papers he had completed to make space for them. “Come on. I won’t be much longer.”

[Y/N] smiled at him and scampered over. Crawling in under the silk sheets, and as close as possible to him with him on top of them as they could. “Thank you Lucifer.”

“Of course, my dearest one.” He replied with a soft smile, leaning down to kiss the top of their head before returning to his work. Renewed in his commitment to get this done so he could spend the night with [Y/N].

Mammon

It was late. It was almost 3:00 in the morning by the time he got home, and it had been a shitty night.

Mammon had been at the casino. Gambling, drinking, dancing, the usual. His luck turned sour around 11:00 and, stupid Mammon, had spent the remaining four hours trying to turn it around. That of course didn’t work so now he was even more broke, defeated, and feeling like crap for his failure; regretting Lucifer finding out and making him feel worse. Fuck it had been the worst night.

He rounded the corner to his room and looked up in surprise to see [Y/N] at his door. “What are you doing here?” His voice seemed to surprise them too as they jumped a little before turning to him.

“Oh I was…coming to see if you wanted to hang out?”

“Hang out?” Mammon repeated with an arched brow. “Ya know it’s like 3:00 in the morning, right?”

“O-Oh…is it? I guess I miss read the time.” [Y/N] began to fidget, then muttered some apology about going back to their room.

The demon reached out and caught their hand before they could get far. “Hey, what’s wrong? Nobody comes out here in the middle of the night without a reason.” Or they were out super late like him.

[Y/N] looked down, then decided to tell the truth. “I couldn’t sleep. So I wanted to see you.”

Mammon blinked behind his shades. He hadn’t been expecting that. Now it was his turn to fidget as he realized out of all the people in the world, [Y/N] had chosen to come see him.

“Yeah well…of course ya’d come to the Great Mammon for help. I uh…guess you can stay in here with me tonight.”

He showered to get the smoke & stink of shame off before crawling into bed with [Y/N]. His little human already drifting off just being in his covers. Mammon wrapped his arms around them and held them close. Maybe it wasn’t the worst night after all.

Levi

Of course he was awake when [Y/N] came to his room. The latest install of Kenji Momotaro: Demon Slayer Warrior Prince had just been released that day, and Levi he been playing it since he had gotten his hands on it. He wouldn’t be sleeping for a while.

When he heard the knock on his door, initially missing it over the sound of his game and tunnel vision, Levi paused for the first time in hours to go see who it was. “[Y/N]-chan?”

“Can…I stay in here with you?” They asked. Catching Levi by surprise. “I can’t sleep in my room.”

The blunette blushed violently, and covered his face. “Y-Y-You….You want to sleep in here with me??”

“Is…that ok?” They asked cautiously. Seeming let down by his reaction.

“No. I mean! Yes! W-What I mean is, I’m not going to bed right now. I’m grinding through my new game so….you might not be happy in here.” Plus, his bed was a bathtub. Which was only comfortable to him.

“Oh. Well…I don’t want to mess up your game. If that’s more important to you.”

“That’s not what I meant!” Levi outburst. Then quickly covered his mouth in embarrassment. “I…I just don’t think you’ll get a lot of sleep in here. I only like my room after all.”

“I like your room.” If Levi turned any redder, he was going to get a nose bleed. “It’s dark, which is nice. Plus the aquariums are really soothing. And…you’re there. I just wanted to be around you since I couldn’t sleep, but I guess that’s silly.”

The demon had to cover his mouth again. This time over threat of nose bleed. He was so red from embarrassment, but also incredibly moved by [Y/N]’s words, that he quickly responded, “you can stay with me.”

He moved aside and let [Y/N] in. Leading them over to his game area where he laid out some plushies as a bed, and pulled out a blanket to cover them. “I-I-I…I’m gonna keep playing since I’m not tired. But I’ll put my headphones on so I don’t disturb you. Y-Y-You can lay down here and i-i-if you fall asleep I won’t mind.”

“Thanks Levi.” He had to gulp at the cute sleepy way they said his name, before they tucked in and he went back to his game.

He couldn’t concentrate for the rest of the game, with [Y/N] so close. Choosing to use his leg as a pillow. Eventually he gave up and leaned back against the edge of his tub, not daring to disturb them and actually getting a good night sleep as well.

Asmo

There were few things that Asmo considered sacred. Love. Vitality. The Louis Vuitton spring collection.

But the one thing he considered sacred most of all, was his beauty sleep regiment.

The Avatar of Lust had a strict sleep schedule to give his body the best rejuvenation possible, and amplify his beauty. Everyone knew about it, and choose to leave Asmo alone; per his wishes.

Which was why it was so frustrating when his rest was disturbed by a knock at the door.

Asmo grumbled under his sleep mask at the light rapping that wouldn’t go away. Irritated by the noise, and now the worry lines whoever it was was putting into his forehead. He pushed his mask up to his hair line and got up out of bed towards the door. “What?!” He said in a not cute, very moody outburst when he opened it. Seeing [Y/N] standing there, startled by his ugly display. “Oh, [Y/N]-kun. It’s you.”

“Y-Yeah. Yeah it’s me. Sorry to wake you, I’ll just…go.”

“Wait [Y/N]! I’m sorry. If I had known it was you paying me a late night visit, I would have been much nicer and answered the door sooner.”

“Well I….couldn’t sleep so…-“Ahhhh~! You couldn’t sleep so you decided to come to me?? How naughty!”

[Y/N] frowned and turned to leave, but Asmo apologized quickly for being cheeky. “Did you want to stay with me tonight? That’s why you’re here, isn’t it?” He could tell he was right, but the human was second guessing themselves on coming here. “I promise I’ll behave. Really.”

[Y/N] seemed to trust them, and came into the room & into bed with Asmo. He was practically giddy with them being so close, but was true to his word and supplied no funny stuff for the evening. Just rest and cuddles.

In the morning, he couldn’t wait to tell his brothers how he slept with [Y/N] last night. Causing quite the intentional misunderstanding and ruckus over breakfast that day.

Satan

Satan was getting ready for bed. Pjs on, teeth brushed, uniform set out for tomorrow, and on his bed reading one last chapter of his latest book, when he heard the knock at the door.

At first he thought it was a branch hitting the glass of his window. But when he heard it again, he knew it was at his door, and had a very The Raven moment before he went to answer it.

“[Y/N]? What are you doing here? It’s so late.”

“I know, I know,” the replied, scratching the back of their head. “I just…I couldn’t sleep. I tried but I just couldn’t get to sleep, and wanted to see you.” They look up at him with big doe eyes and ask, “can I stay with you tonight?”

Of course, he couldn’t say no. Not with a look like that. Or more importantly, he’d never say no to [Y/N]. Satan offered them a soft smile and nodded before letting them in.

“What were you reading?” They asked, as the climbed into bed first. Watching Satan put his book away for them.

“Oh, just a new fiction series I found. Simeon recommended it to me.” He said as he climbed into bed as well.

“What’s it about?”

He told them the premise of the story, and eventually read aloud the first few chapters to them as they curled up beside him. Falling asleep soon after.

Satan smiled again, and put the book back away, before leaning down to kiss their forehead and curl in beside them. Ready for bed now.

Beel

It was pretty late when he heard the knock on the door. And a miracle he heard it at all.

Belphie was the sleeper out of the two of them, but Beel wasn’t exactly a light sleeper either. Between his workouts, large meals, and having to get up early for his morning workouts, the red head was usually dead to the world when his head hit the pillow. But, still, when he heard the quite knock on the door he woke up. 

If he were a thinker like Satan or the others, he would have thought that it was maybe their bond that woke him. Instead he just trudged half asleep towards the door to open it. “[Y/N]?”

“S-Sorry....” They apologize and look towards the ground as Beel looked at them curiously. “I knew you were asleep, but I still woke you up. I’m sorry.”

“Is something wrong?” Beel asked. A bit more awake now that he knew it was them and they seemed distressed. [Y/N] shrugged. “Did you have a bad dream?” 

They pause for a while, but then shrug again. He might not be a thinker like the others, but he was smart enough to know what that meant. He reached out to take their hand and pulled them into his room. Leading them over to his bed and pulling them onto it.

“Don’t worry. You can stay here.” Beel said, holding [Y/N] to his chest in a horizonal hug. “I’ll keep you safe. You don’t have to worry while I’m here. Go back to sleep.”

His words seem to do the trick, and [Y/N] feel back asleep. Beel stayed awake a little while longer. Combing his fingers through their hair, before he too fell back asleep.

Belphie

He heard the conversation from the door, but didn’t bother getting up.

The only thing that could break through when he was asleep was Beel and [Y/N]’s voice. So hearing them both woke him up pretty quickly, although it seemed to be handled. 

He tried to go back to sleep after hearing you settle in, but it didn’t work. The usually lazy demon kept fidgeting in his sleep, trying to get comfortable, and even counting sheep to try and go back to dream land. Nothing worked. And he knew why.

Belphie got up out of bed, hugging his pillow to his chest, and walked over to the over bed across the room and kicked it. When Beel and [Y/N] looked up at him half asleep he demanded, “move over.” He couldn’t sleep know that [Y/N] was cuddling up with someone else and not him. Especially in the same room.

[Y/N] huffed in their sleep and laid back down, scooching closer to Beel to try and make space. Beel, on the other hand, smile sleepily up as his twin and properly moved over; back pressed against the wall with [Y/N] at his chest to give him as much space as possible.

Belphie smiled back at him, then dropped his pillow to climb in. Instantly falling asleep. Holding on to his twin and beloved [Y/N] for the rest of the night.

Simeon

Early to bed, early to rise, makes a man healthy, wealthy, and wise. Those were the words that Simeon tried to live by

He was just about to slip under the covers happily, when he heard a small knock at the door. It was so faint & small, that he assumed it was Luke needing something. So he quickly went over to answer it without putting his robe on.

“Oh…[Y/N]….” The angel said, feeling his cheeks heat up and clinching for his imaginary robe to cover his pjs, when he realized it was you. “What are you doing here?”

He didn’t mean in the Hall. You were stay in the other dorm for a while as an infestation of some icky, demon creepy crawly, that just loved to nibble on humans was dealt with in the House of Lamentation. Luke of course had been thrilled you were staying with them, insisting that the change be made permanent to keep you away from those rowdy demons. Simeon couldn’t really agree on the demon part, but he wouldn’t be disappointed if you stayed here more.

“I…couldn’t sleep,” you tell him. “New surroundings and all. I was…wondering if I could stay in your room?”

The angel seemed to bristle in surprise at your words. Taken aback, but also in the warm feeling that was spreading through his chest. God have mercy…..

“I don’t know if that would be appropriate.”

“Please?” [Y/N] beckoned. He had to gulp down the lump, and instantaneous urge to say yes, building in his throat. “I just don’t want to sleep alone. I keep thinking about those things in my room back at the dorm. And being around you is so comforting. Just for tonight? I’ll sleep on the couch and everything if that’s a problem.”

“I wouldn’t let you do that.” Simeon insisted. He would never let them sleep on the couch like some vagabond. “Well….alright. But just for tonight. And just because you’re feeling unsettled.” He doesn’t know who he was trying to convince more: them or himself.

He didn’t get much sleep that night. Tense, and trying to remain appropriate even is they slept next to him. But, in a way, it was the best night he had ever had.

Solomon

He always stayed up late. The late to early morning hours were the best time for magic. The witching hour. He was knee deep into his research & spell casting when he heard the knock at the door.

“I..saw the light on…” [Y/N] said when he opened the door. “Are you…going to bed soon?”

Solomon blinked for a moment, then looked down at his pocket watch. Oh, it was rather late. But….“No. I still have quite a bit of work to do.”

The other human sighed, then turned to leave from his door just as suddenly as they came. “Wait. What is it?” He asked, stopping them.

They turn, and seem to debate about answering before, “I couldn’t sleep and was thinking it might be nice to cuddle with you.” Solomon blinked again. In surprise this time. “Stupid, right?”

No, not stupid, he thought. It was just no on had ever asked to cuddle with him before. His body and cool demeanor might be misleading, but he was a very fierce sorcerer. Powerful, and awe inspiring. He had made cities tremble in his young days, and was powerful enough to independently bind one of the strongest demons in hell. Cuddles were not something that one usually thought of when it came to him.

He opened the door to let them in and said, “if you can’t sleep, I can make you a potion.” When that didn’t seem to go over well he corrected with, “or…I could lay down with you for a moment.”

The ‘moment’ turned into the whole evening, because the second his head hit the pillow, he instantly fell asleep. Lulled to dream land by his many late nights, and the warm embrace of [Y/N]. Perhaps there were better things than just getting research done.

Diavolo

He groaned in his sleep. Then rolled over on his side, immediately pulling [Y/N] in when he was in close proximity of them. It was a reflex at this point.

At first, he had tried to keep his distance from the human exchange student. No good would come from it, and it was inappropriate that the future King & patron of the program would be involved with one of the terrestrial candidates. But he couldn’t help it.

Their brightness. Their smile. Their hope for the program and just life won him over and now he couldn’t stand to be further apart from them than a second.

“It’s morning....”

Divaolo groaned and buried his head into the back of their neck. “Five more minutes...”

“We can’t. It’s morning.” [Y/N] insisted. Jutting their hips back against his front; which had the opposite effect of trying to get him out of bed. “If you don’t go, Barbatos will start looking for you. And if he teleports into my room it will be a whole thing.”

That certainly was a metaphoric splash of cold water.

The prince groaned again, and buried himself deeper for a second, before he compliantly agreed and got up. The little full bed in the student dorms joyful of his departure, as it squeaked happily as he tried to leave it.

“Can I come again tonight?” Diavolo asked, as he adjusted his ornate bed clothes. He never slept in them. Like most things in his life, they were all for show.

[Y/N] smiled at him from under their covers and said, “of course.”

His heart swelled at their smile and the promise of later. Surging forward he gave them an impassioned good morning kiss, and told them, “wait up for me.” Before he disappeared in a whirl of black smoke to his own bedroom.

It felt terribly cold now. But he only had to wait until tonight. That he could live for.

Barbatos

The work of a butler is never really done.

There were always things to do. More chores to complete. More tasks to do. Particularly in the life of the royal butler. But Barbatos never complained about his job. He was literally born for it, and took great pride in his work. No matter how small the task.

When he heard the small bell, harking a summons from on of the guest rooms, Barbatos stopped polishing the silver and immediately went upstairs to see what was needed. “You called, [Y/N]?” He asked upon arrival. Calm as ever, and ready to help. “How may I be of assistance?”

“I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have called you up here.” They apologized. “I just….couldn’t sleep.”

Barbatos chuckled a little with a soft smile. “No need to apologize, [Y/N]. You’re a guest here, and a friend of the young master.” As well as a dear person to him. “I’m happy to help with anything you need. Might I make you some soothing nightshade tea? That seems to do the trick for most people.”

“N-No. No I…I was wondering….if you’d just sit with me for a while.” The human looked down at the ornate bed spread. Picking at the embroidery in a nervous manner. “Til I fall back asleep?”

The demon smiled again, and came over to sit on the edge of the bed. Holding them in the most comfortable manner possible with him on top of the covers, and them under them. “That is a simple thing.” He told them softly. “Close your eyes. I shall stay with you until you are asleep, and make sure you are taken care of.”

“Thank you.” [Y/N] said lazily. Already closing their eyes and falling back asleep with him close.

The work of a butler was never really done. But this was a task he was happy to do.

[julessworldd]

I was thinking for an Eddie one where maybe the reader isn't popular but she knows everyone if that makes sense and everyone's a bit confused why she wants to hang out with "the freak" but really she's just as nuts as him just quieter aha

Warnings: drugs mentioned, drug deal, cussing, Jason 😷, Steve being a complete asshole. AfaB/Buckley!reader

The reader gives me Steven Hyde vibes, just imagine a fem!Hyde

Eddie Munson was known as the freak of Hawkins also local drug dealer(depending who is talking about him). Hellfire, he was the dungeon master, Dustin, another older brother to look up to. We all know deep down, Eddie is a just cinnamon roll that’s too cute for his own good. Just no denying!

Y/n Buckley, he was her best friend, soulmate, love of her life(he don’t know it yet)! But Eddie was just in love with her as she was with him. Both are total chickens. Robin was her younger sister, she was into art, theater. Really good in every subject, just don’t really brag about it. Also was a stoner, quiet but a good listener and therapist. She had beauty like Rita Haywood, a real looker. She got asked out by everyone: Jocks, band geeks, the stoners, Steve Harrington even tried it. But no one was Eddie or even compared to him.

Y/n’s pov

Robin busted in my room as I was throwing a Runways tee on, “Roby!”, I sighed as she just the door behind her. “I was gonna see if you could take me to school? Steve has to open the store early” “That’s fine, give me a minute to finish” “Does Dustin need a ride?”, I asked zipping my jeans. “He didn’t say but probably will after”, Robin said, sitting a cassette tape down. “Drop it”, I smirked. “Robin! You forgot your uniform!”, I yelled as she tried to book into school. Nancy giggled. “Girl’s feet run faster than her brain”, I rolled my eyes. Robin blushed coming to get her stuff. “Have a good day, Robykins. I love you, go learn something”, I ruffled her hair. “Y/n stoppp!”, she whined. “Hey Y/n”, Jeff smiled as he passed. “Heyy Jeff”, I replied.

It was lunch, I was sitting next to Eddie and Gareth as they were discussing the next DnD campaign. Eddie rubbed my back as Mike was saying something about Lucas. “Over my dead body!” I heard as the group got upset. The bickering went on for a second before Eddie raised his voice. “Shut up!”, Eddie released his hand from my hair. The look in his eyes screamed anger. “Please don’t be ticked off” I thought to myself. I watched as Eddie ranted about Mike’s idea to postpone the game tonight. “Y/n graduates this year, so does Jeff, Gareth has a year and a half. Me! I’m army crawling my way to a D in Mrs. OdOnald’s class, if I don’t blow her final.” Eddie said standing up. I furrowed my brows on why me graduating had anything to do with the game. Sure I’ve played but not much this year. Eds and I play one on one sometimes, but that’s it!

“Princess?”, Eddie asked as we left the lunchroom.

“Yes, Munson?” “Would you be able to sub for Lucas?” Eddie asked. “I’m sorry but I have to take Robin to work and run errands for mom. It would be mid game before I could possibly think about stopping by”, I sighed. “It’s okay, sweetheart. Just know you can play and the boys like you. It wouldn’t mess up the routine of the game”, Eddie smiled. “Seriously, I might sneak in tonight”, I giggled. “Wonder who they’re gonna find” “Hopefully someone decent” I said.

Chrissy was dozing in History, “Chrissy”, I whispered. She jumped a little. “Sorry, you were dozing. You know how Ownens is about sleepers”, I said. “It’s okay. Thanks” she smiled. Chrissy was my childhood best friend, we went to pre k together. But high school came and the cheerleaders took her time. Now Jason Craver as well. Hope she is okay, she never sleeps in class. “Class dismissed!” I was walking towards my car, counting down to Robin running to the car. “Y/n! Wait up!”, I turned around to Chrissy running after me. “What’s up, Chrissy?” “I was wondering if you wanted to hangout soon? I miss us”, She smiled. “Sure Chrissy, just call me sometime. We’ll figure something out. You been okay?”, I asked. She nodded. “Well, have fun jumping around at practice. See ya around Chris!”, I smiled. “Y/nn!”, Dustin yelled across the parking lot.

“Eddie has done asked, Henderson!”, I yelled back. “Yes? No?” I shook my head. “Son of bitch! He’s gonna kill us”, Dustin sighed. “No he won’t!” I giggled as I seen Eddie shut his door to his van. He was going on a drug deal looked like. Dustin had waddled off. “Y/n/n”, Eddie walked over with his metal “lunchbox” “Yes Edward?”, I giggled. “You’ll never guess who I’m meeting in the woods” “The Boogyman”, I rolled my eyes. “No, Dr Loomis. Chrissy Cunningham”, Eddie said. “You are not giving her drugs, Edward! She is a good girl, she don’t need your shit”, I hit his chest. “Why not? It’s a client, one with daddy’s money”, Eddie asked. “Cause Chrissy isn’t the drug taking type, she is a little innocent. She didn’t lose her virginity until 3 months ago to Jason”, I said, giving a serious look. “Calm down, mommy. It’s just weed, you said it yourself it’s a plant, God left it for us to smoke”, Eddie smirked. “It better be just pot, if I find out it’s even laced I’m kicking your ass”, I said, grabbing his his jacket labels. Eddie rolled his eyes as Robin walked up. “I meant it, Edward!”, I yelled as he walked across the parking lot to the woods.

“What’s he doing now?”, Robin asked. “Nothing, Rob. Get in the car”, I sighed. I pulled up to Family video, Robin ran inside, zipping her vest. “Oh shit”, I noticed the tapes I needed to return. “Hey Dingus!”, I rang the bell. “I’m at the counter, Y/n”, Steve sighed. “Yeah I know, Dingus”, I giggled. “What is it?” “ I need to return these”, I laid ‘Friday the 13th’ and ‘Carrie’ down “Y/n, these were due two weeks ago” Steve said. “Y/nn! I work here now, don’t your shit late now”, Robin groaned. “Fuck sorry! I’ve been busy”, I rolled my eyes. “Busy with the freak”, Steve smirked. “Didn’t know I need permission from you, Harrington. Gotta a problem?”, I lent up the counter. “No, just saying hanging out with the freak Munson isn’t an excuse. Robin works here you could have gave them to her”, Steve said. “What is your deal with him? What he isn’t a basketball jock like you, so you think he’s like gum on your shoe”, I got shakey.

“I just don’t get why you find him so fantastic? I mean he’s a repeater, drug dealer, just a freak bottom line”, Steve replied. “Maybe he’s not a prick like you. Sorry that Daddy stopped your funds until you go to college, don’t take it out on the rest of us. Here’s the money Robin, see ya later”, I rolled my eyes and slammed the door behind me. “You should have left it alone, Steve. She thinks of the world of Eddie”, Robin said.