#and kinda unnerving but progress i guess

[saltylandland]

🦇Every Good Girl Needs a Creepy Vamp🦇

Warnings: overstimulation, sex while high, noncon/dubcon, corruption kink (kinda), going off my nsfw headcanons that Paul likes to be degraded for being a creep, reader is in high school but she’s still 18, fem!reader, reader’s not a virgin, uses the term “mama” but reader isn’t pregnant/nor will she become pregnant, I guess this my as well count as yandere, stalking, an obscene amount of cum, I’m talking about A LOT, Paul can make phantom sensations as one of his vampy powers bc why not. Do you ever write something that makes you go ‘oml what the hell did I just write?’, no editing man, I like my men bloody, slutty, and pathetic.

Walking down the sidewalk you turn onto the residential neighbourhood where your family’s home resides. Out of the corner of your eye you spot the same guy. You’ve met him quite a few times on the boardwalk, smoked a joint with him almost every time as well, despite how unnerving you found him at times. But you really couldn’t blame yourself really, having been viewed as a good girl most of your life. Approaching the kids who would be able to get you it was a no go, not only attracting attention by interacting with them in general, you’d have nowhere safe to smoke it without getting caught.

So when you went looking for a possible summer job alone on the boardwalk, your chance came up to you on a golden platter. This new ‘friend’ seems to preen at your attention, not at all frustrated or wary of your shy prude-ness. And not at all aware or at least acknowledging how you only seem to come to him to smoke the devils lettuce.

But who were you to blame really? Upon first meeting you, he’d offer the joint unprompted and in return you’d hang with him until the boardwalk closes. That was your trade as far as you were aware.

As if sensing your eyes on him, he locks eyes with you and takes it as the signal to approach. You lock up a bit, remembering how… close you two have progressed on the boardwalk.

To be truthful you had been avoiding him for just a little bit now, which was easy considering you’d have no reason to go on the boardwalk besides your once in a blue moon shift at a carnival stand. But Paul seemed to have noticed your avoidance, finding him places you’d never expected too, each time a little closer to home.

But it was too late to run now without making it obvious, as Paul meets you with his characteristic non boundaries, practically draping himself across you as greeting.

Before you could think of a backup plan, you had reached your door, luckily you had accidentally left the lights on before you left. Making it seem like your parents were home despite them being a couple states away for work.

You try to think of a way to politely excuse yourself when Paul asks to borrow a lighter, offering to share a joint or two. As tempting as that was, you didn’t want to let him inside, nor did you want the possible smell lingering inside your home and get in trouble, you tell him the latter reason as you inch towards the door.

Paul offers the backyard as an alternative with a glowing smile, mentioning that your parents will know you're there, but you’ll sit away enough that you won’t get caught, and that’s when you give in. Walking into the house to fetch a lighter and ’telling’ your parents about hanging out in the backyard for awhile.

Paul gets settled quickly on the grassy path, pouting slightly when you sit beside him as opposed to on his lap as he eagerly beckons you too. Lighting up quickly he passes the joint to you and you’re quite proud of yourself and how you didn’t cough as you exhaled, welcoming that familiar warmth in your chest and fuzzy feeling crawling in from the back of your head.

Soon enough, Paul was back to his old tricks, hogging the joint and letting you crawl over him to try and get it back. Demanding some sort of reward for each hit you take, mostly little kisses. He’d prefer them on his lips, but he’s patient enough to let you build up to it, going on his forehead, cheek, and chin. Until he captures your chin and plants a kiss on your lips. Next holding you close and dizzying you with the quick succession of kisses.

Ah, this is what he does. His lack of boundaries upping to an eleven and his boldness holds no bounds as he gets high. Using your need for his weed to squeeze as much affection out of you as much as he could. Everytime it was you who stopped before things went too far, but gradually your resolve weakens as you start to crave more. The only thing holding you back was your perceived prudence. You were already pushing past the line with smoking weed, much less with a stranger, but having sex, all of those at once? It was too overwhelming.

Still that ache that often comes with the high, starts pooling in your tummy, letting Paul pull you into his lap despite your better judgement.

Yes, this is exactly what he does. It almost completely mirrors that night on the boardwalk before you started to avoid him.

Goading you on to his lap, holding your lips hostage as he winds you up. So worked up you don’t notice your hips moving, rubbing against his own. Fingers start to trace your body, seemingly seeping through your clothes to touch your skin, despite Paul's actual hands against your waist.

You jumped a bit, looking around to find no one else, the hands remained on your body, trailing against your sensitive breasts and thighs, constantly moving and overlapping with each other.

You had cum on his lap that night, and he tore off your panties just before you had managed to pull away, not seeming to mind the lack of underwear as Paul gave no chase.

In the morning you had woken and after realising you were sans panties, decided to keep your distance from both the boardwalk and him.

The reminder of your stolen panties comes to the forefront of your mind as you flush. And with the weed clouding your normal reserve you ask what happened to them, the grin Paul gives you almost regret your words. “Oh I think you already know huh?” You do know, you know exactly what a boy like him would do with stolen panties but you push anyway. Playing chicken with answers you knew you wouldn’t be able to handle. “Should I? I don’t have a dirty mind like you, you creep.”

You go to move off of him, but he pulls you back with a renewed vigour. “A creep really? Then you’re my good girl right?” Curling his hips upwards, you feel his chubbed up cock against your clothes. Once again you’re wearing a skirt without shorts underneath. You can feel the heat against your core.

“You’re the one I obsess over huh? The one that I climb into trees to get a glimpse of your bare skin? The one that I just can’t help but steal her panties, sniffing her panties so I can come over and over. Still craving her wet pussy all the while?” Smelling your hair makes him groan, his hips stuttering as he bounces you against him as he grinds up to you. “You’re my good girl huh? The one who’ll tease me to get what she needs? The one who’ll rub one out on her bed with her curtains open on the third floor, After getting the fix she needs and running away just as fast?”

Your eyes widen with fear as he reveals more and more intimate details. The more he talks the more it sounds like a confession, and with all the details he provided, you don’t doubt him. Shakily mentioning that you should go back inside, your parents might worry about how late it is. Paul only smiles with that same lazy smile and says oh so casually “I’m sure that won’t be a problem huh? We’ll be quiet enough as to not wake up the next state over.”

Before you start to thrash in his hold, Paul preemptively rolls you over, trapping you in his embrace, grabbing your panties and ripping them off again, this time unashamedly groaning against them as he huffs.

Dragging his hips back and forwards, Paul cums with a moan, his hips digging deeper into your own as he climbs back down, whining into your neck as he overstimulates himself, his pants dampening from his cum as he continues to rock his hips.

Climbing over, straddling your stomach, he pulls out his still hard cock, preening at your attention. He fondles himself as he speaks, cumming over your chest quickly. “I can’t even be satisfied with my hand anymore, can’t even cum with nobody else, I just need you pretty mama.”

With a shuddering moan, he pulls your shoulders down with unnatural ease. He now straddles your chest, as he continues to pump his dick with gross sounding ‘Schlick Schlick Schlick’s. With your panties still pressed up against his nose between words he whines loudly. “Don’t you feel bad for me? That shit you’ve put me through? If you wanted me so bad that you placed a spell on me, all you had to do was -fuck-ing ask”

His tip was an angry red as his hips jerk forward, his voice cracking between pleads and demands. “Uhhhhg fuck just kiss it won’t you? Open your mouth for me baby, you can do it for me, sugar, I know you can.”

Whether intentionally or not (most likely the latter) Paul’s hands snake up from the back of your nape and that makes you gasp lightly. Coincidentally, that is exactly when Paul rocks his hips forward, nearly gagging you on his girth as he slips forward with a guttural cry. “Fuck-fuck me sugar, like that, yea just… like that.”

Bowing over you, Paul keeps you in that position as he humps your mouth with very small movements, trying to stop his orgasm just yet. Only to cum in the back of your throat as he thrust in fully. His cries getting pitchier as he seems to overstimulate himself more, dragging himself on your tongue as you struggle not to choke on his cum.

Completely overwhelmed by the situation at hand, but your body seems to decide for you, that familiar ache of need that follows you whenever you get high has hit full force. Not being able to do anything about it has you squirming.

Pulling you away by your hair, he taunts you with misplaced smugness. “Fuck that’s so hot, you’re a natural you know that? Look how hard you make me” grabbing at your shirt he shreds it down the middle, grabbing at your tits like a tween boy. “There’s those beautiful tits.”

Familiarly, what feels like multiple hands start to grab at your body tenderly, looking around only shows nothing but the feeling is still there. Pawing at your neglected pussy, a hand gently spreads open your lips to the cold air, another teases at your clit and another starts to prep you open. The hands seem to work in tandem, so close together that they should be overlapping but that does nothing to deter their work.

Squishing your tits around his dick, he slides his dick between them as he watches your facial expressions knowingly. He quickly cums again, bending over to lick your face where his cum had covered as he continued to hump.

Pulling back by your hair he directs you back to his still throbbing erection. “Last time was cute, but suck like you really mean it this time yea? Don’t make me do all the work.” Giving you little time to even process that demand he goes to fuck your mouth again, a bit harder and with a lot less grace. Moaning around his dick, the hand prepping you slides in with two fingers. This time he seems to last longer, with a voice slowly becoming less human sounding he moans unabashedly “you’re doing so well for me, mama, fuck.” Pulling out suddenly, he cums on your chest, just as you were about to cum on the fingers, his seed catching on your open mouth as you pant.

The hands didn’t stop, nor did Paul as he tapped his still hard dick against your tongue. Very slowly moving down your body, he watches your body clench around nothing as if he knew what was going down.

“Stop looking you fucking creEP AH” another finger slips in as more hands cup your tits, toying with the sensitive nips as Paul kisses down your body with a gutteral hum. “Perfect mama, keep calling me that, sayin’ it like that. I’ll show you just how much I crave it.”

His dick slides against your clit, as the hand continues harshly. Rubbing gently at first but then a bit harder, a bit faster, watching you keen.

Pulling your legs over his shoulders as he keeps your thighs closed, Paul once again chases another climax with your thighs as you cum again against this invisible force.

Put still, nothing stops, not until Paul comes on your chest, licking up his cum and chasing down your mouth as he tongue fucks your own.

Kissing slowly down as he crawls in between your thighs, he gives a slow lick to your gushing cunt as you squeal. The warm, wet, and slimy tongue savouring your cum as if it was the best thing to eat. He lets the hands do most of the work, choosing to either watch from above you he makes an even bigger mess of himself, wiping your wet pussy with your panties to sniff. Or he licks you slowly, nursing on your clit with a patience you didn’t think he possessed.

But he was determined to make you cum more than he did, which was a feat in itself. Slowly, the invisible hands around your sensitive pussy faded away, leaving you gasping for breath and tired as hell. But Paul makes himself still very much apparent as he uses his palm to smack on your cunt a few times. Embarrassingly, soaking it as he did so.

Gathering your weak limbs, Paul slipped in easily, convincing himself that you were obviously made for him, not acknowledging how he made you this way. Instead preferring his delusions that you were perfect, just for him, as soon as he saw you on the boardwalk.

Wasting no time at all, Paul starts a punishing pace, meanly pinching at your teased nipples and smacking against your clit as you gush around him.

With weak arms you push at his chest, but he easily bats those away as he curls over you, giving you sweet little kisses as he rearranges your guts. Contrasted with the downright disgusting noises he makes as he moans unabashedly, his hips making loud clapping and squelching noises.

You cum around his cock but just as you were expecting he would, he pushes past your orgasm to chase the next one, making you outwardly cry from the overstimulation, barely making any noise as you pant from exhaustion. Paul only kisses up your tears, further silencing your moans as he tongue fucks your mouth.

After quickening up his pace you knew he’d be cumming soon, squirming under him, you really didn’t want to pay for plan b, but he isn’t moved so easily, pulling you back by your hips as he gasps, his forehead resting on your sternum. Just as you had predicted, his cum gushed into your spent cunt and you prayed that he would tucker himself out finally, but apparently god was determined to get your back broken, and so was Paul.

Hiking up your thighs over his own, your pelvis now elevated as your head still rests on the dirty ground, Paul starts to fuck you slower, but harder then before. Pushing up your shirt and bunching up your skirt at your waist, Paul all but salvates over them, laughing as he watches you try to cover them up embarrassed. Holding on to your forearms he uses them as leverage to fuck you deeper, making you cry out lewdly.

Time passes as Paul stays attached to you like a leech, and you start to wonder if he’ll ever let up. Swapping to different positions, trying to find the one he likes the best, but he just can’t seem to make up his mind as he fucks you over and over. Your only peace comes and you barely miss it but as a voice calls out, Paul slows down just enough. Dazed as all hell, you watch as Paul turns his head to regard the newcomers casually, not bothering to cover either of you up nor stop his menstrations.

You can barely understand the conversation but it seems to upset Paul, as he tightens his grip and growls, he fucking growls. And even more embarrassingly, the growl sends vibrations against you, making you mewl loudly. And that was met with whistles and chuckles, as Paul turns back to you to look at you adoringly.

The one who was mainly talking clears his throat, saying one last comment and despite the fact you expected Paul to pull away, instead he turns around and goes back to fucking you, turning your body sideways to where the three boys now stood. With one leg on his shoulder, he throws comments to the boys that you can’t process. It took two shuddering almost painful orgasms of yours until Paul came again. With no signs of stopping the two boys who kept quiet had to wrestle Paul off of you.

He growled, hissed, and made spitting noises like a cornered cat. But he eventually regained himself enough where they let him go. Allowing him to say goodbye, he crawls up to you again, using your panties to wipe both of your frothed up cum that spread onto your legs and abdomen, pocketing them and carrying you into your room through your open window.

Kissing you slowly he searches your room, for a keepsake or two as he looks for a pen. Grabbing your arm gently, he writes on your arm instructions before he kisses you again, tucks you into bed, locks up the window he just broke into, and lets himself out through the front door. Picklocking it closed behind him.

‘When you can move again, meet me at the boardwalk or I’ll come to you ❤️’ -Paul

[redrandomposts]

trust me i am beyond help and delusion at this point bc i got into orv and THEN alnst in quick succession/within the span of a few months. that is enough to slay god's strongest soldier 😭

in this crossover au tho i can see them having ivan way after the scenarios have ended and theyre now just everyday parents who were feeling the empty nest syndrome since jihyes now a working adult, both gilyoung and yoosung are now in college and biyoo is nearing hs graduation age 🤔 but ofc something happens and ivan gets punted back into the past as a scenario element.

does he get a hidden quest where he needs to push his parents closer together ? maybe.

it does kinda unnerve the others how similarly ivan and kdj act esp with the "oh theyll be fine without me :) whats one more self sacrifice if it means making my loved ones progress :)" schtick

— 🌦️

ivan just... pops, right onto the subway right before the apocalypse starts. he's a decade younger physically, wearing his usual black outfit—a turtleneck and whatnot—with the white coat he wore in r6, freshly revived in the short timespan of five minutes.

(he's younger because of the amount of energy and (i forgot what it was called, started with a p?) it took to transport him to the past)

unlike everyone else, he doesn't have the main mission sequence; all he is tasked to do is to "complete the future."

side tasks still come his way, though, and constellations are especially interested in him. two, in particular, are vying to be his sponsor: his parents (...kinda). he ignores them, wondering what interest they have in him (especially donating an improportional amount of coins)

i have not read orv in like a year or two but trust me he dies a lot for varying reasons, and he's like dokja 2.0 except it really unnerves people that a minor is copying an adult in self-sacrifice.

some constellations find humor in it, but most look away.

ivan succeeds in a future where he stays with his parents and dies. after a decade or so, kdj and yjh have their first kid and names him ivan after himself, and realize that the boy that accompanied them years ago was their child as their child grows up.

...i guess its a happy ending. reincarnation ... ...

[thespianwordnerd]

No but it still blows my mind that Star Trek TOS predicted so many types of technology that we actually use now. Communicators are basically flip phones, and they were futuristic in TOS but now they're already old fashioned. Viewscreens are just like facetime, and newer series like discovery use holograms because they feel more futuristic than facetime to us now. Uhura wears an earpiece something like Bluetooth headphones. Padds are the kind of handheld devices that all of us use and take for granted now. They talk to the ship's computer the same way we can talk to Siri, Google or Alexa..... sometimes I watch TOS or TNG and realise how easy it is to forget this stuff used to be theoretical when you've grown up with parts of it being everyday reality. And I bet in 50 years the new technology will be outdated again. Anyway this is why watching old sci fi that has to keep up with advances in science and technology to be futuristic is fun idk

[malarki]

Harry Potter FanFiction I greatly enjoy (it’s just tomarry and sevitus)

Fair warning, I’m not good at describing stuff, and most of these are not complete (yet) but if you have similar tastes as I do then you’ll definitely like these stories.

Meddling of a Mischief Maker - by Athy

https://archiveofourown.org/works/5380535/chapters/12427268

I enjoy this fic because it shows a more human Voldemort with him still being an asshole as per usual. They do a good job of having Voldemort believably change into a not crazy murderous bastard haha. It also has Sirius interacting with Voldemort and for some reason I find those scenes hilarious in any fic I read.

“Harry's being a horcrux is a bit reworked here in this AU Story set during the summer after 5th year. A Mischief Maker intervenes in the Ministry during Voldemort and Dumbledore's duel, changing the course history. MorallyGrey!Dumbledore, Sirius, Restored Souls, HP/TR”

Draw Me After You (Let Us Run) - by ToAStranger @toast-ranger-to-a-stranger

https://archiveofourown.org/works/22327684/chapters/53334382

This story is a delight, it’s tone is very good and they do a great job of writing in the characters ‘voices’ for their pov’s. I especially like the posh way Voldemort talks and acts. This story is also hilarious on top of just being a very good slowburn, AND it has Sirius, which as you might have guessed, I love dearly. They also don’t bash any of the characters, and instead make them well rounded but flawed individuals, which I really appreciate.

“Harry Potter,” comes the soft, sibilant hiss of a voice he has heard in his dreams, in his nightmares, in his waking hours for years.

Slowly, carefully, Harry twists over and pushes up onto his hands and knees. He stays there, short breath fogging in front of his face, and his pursuer lets him. Harry has no doubt of that; he’s being allowed this respite. This small moment to catch his bearings, heart pounding in his ears, blood singing.

“It seems I have finally caught you.”

Consuming Shadows - by Child_OTKW @childotkw

https://archiveofourown.org/works/7040089/chapters/16011331

I’ve read two of childOTKW’s fics and both of them are fantastically written and attention grabbing stories. This one was the first one I read, and it has a very interesting take on lily Potter (one which I really enjoy) and the plot can leave you on the edge of your seat at times. The characterization is great, and the process of Harry and Tom getting to know each other is done very well.

“His attention skipped passed the students and moved to the politicians’ pavilion. His gaze locked with crimson, and he nearly faltered under the sheer hunger in those eyes.

It unnerved him how fixated the man was on his dirtied, exhausted figure.

But what troubled him more was the slight smirk he could make out on the man’s lips. It was almost pleased.

On the night of the attack, Lily managed to escape with her infant son, but at the cost of her husband’s life. Distraught and distrusting of her friends, she fled to France with Harry, to raise him away from the corruption in Britain and the rising influence of the Dark Lord. She trains him to the best of her abilities, shaping him into a dangerous, intelligent and powerful wizard.

But when Britain re-establishes the Triwizard Tournament, and Harry is forced to return to his once-home, he finds himself questioning whether he really wants to kill the Dark Lord. Voldemort finds an unexpected challenge in the child, and as his intrigue and amusement grows, so too does the desire to possess the spark in those defiant green eyes.”

A story that is kind of similar but not really: The Train to Nowhere

You Belong To Me (I Belong To You) - by child_OTKW

https://archiveofourown.org/works/11270490/chapters/25203408

This is a story inspired by the manwha ‘At The End Of The Road’ by Haribo. A comic I read before reading this, which is very good I recommend it. They do not take the exact plot from the comic though, obviously changing significant details for it to work properly as a Tomarry Fic, but one main thing stays the same, which is that this is a body swap. Honestly I really enjoy childOTKW’s works, and this is no exception. The characterization is wonderful as always, and Harry is Fantastic. Plus I’ve always been a fan of time travel fics. (Fair warning this is another slow burn and Harry centric)

“What I find absolutely fascinating,” Riddle said, stalking closer, “is you.” He marched forward, backing Harry up until he was pinned to the cool wall of the common room. “Do you know why?”

“No. And I’ll be honest here, Riddle, I don’t particularly care.”

The taller boy grinned at him, small yet infinitely pleased. “That. Right there.” One hand rose and brushed some of Harry’s fringe from his face. “Nathan Ciro was a spineless little boy too afraid of his own shadow to dare even glance in my direction. But you…”

He leaned closer, “You look at me like you want to stab me.”

“After an accident, Auror Harry Potter wakes up in the body of fourteen year old Nathan Ciro, a tormented Slytherin who recently tried to end his own life. Seeking answers to his strange predicament, Harry returns to Hogwarts, and causes quite the stir through staff and students - especially when they come to realise he is not the same boy as before.

He tries to avoid suspicion, but as his quest for the truth draws more and more attention to him, Harry begins to think that he might not like what he will discover.”

Some Bonus AU tomarry

A Thousand Paths Among The Stars - by Haplessshippo @haplesshippo

https://archiveofourown.org/works/12015060/chapters/27191238

This is a star trek au and it’s honestly my favorite tomarry au fic. Granted, I am a huge sci-fi fan. There’s also a bit of a twist at the end, or at least it surprised me, due to the way we usually expect tomarry plots to go.

“Harry Potter, newly appointed Captain of the Marauder and son of the famous Captain James Potter, was falling apart at the seams. His crew didn’t respect him, he was lost in the empty expanse of space, nightmares plagued his sleep, and his Commander deserved the Captain position more than he did. Good thing multiple attempts on his life and a vicious warlord after his head was all it took to turn it all around.

Alternatively, that space fic in which Harry Potter almost dies too many times, Tom Riddle slowly becomes the most smitten fool on the ship, and the rest of the crew are all just a bunch of assholes with popcorn watching the show. And exploding ships, don't forget the exploding ships.”

The Matchmaker - by TanninTele

https://archiveofourown.org/works/16507676/chapters/38664089

I am ALSO a huge true crime fan, and this story has a criminal that kinda reminds me of one that might appear in Hannibal (but with less murder). I enjoy the characterization, though tom is pretty tame in this compared to more cannon fics, considering he’s not the criminal and instead an investigator. Harry is also different from how people usually portray him, but I still like it.

“'The Matchmaker' is a serial abductor whose modus operandi consists of pairing two same-sex individuals together in a coffin, six feet underground - buried alive. He isn't a killer. He's a kidnapper with morals, and Detective Chief Inspector Tom Riddle finds himself obsessed with solving the case.

Unfortunately for Tom, the Matchmaker is just as intent on knowing him.”

And on to the Sevitus Stories

Far Beyond A Promise Kept - by oliversnape

https://archiveofourown.org/works/547431/chapters/974693

A classic, Harry stays with snape and unintentionally proves all his assumptions wrong and makes snape care about him. Both the stories have this aspect, but this one has snape a bit nicer from the get go. Probably because it takes place during the third book, so they’ve only known each other two years. It’s quite wholesome though, and I rather enjoy the progression of their relationship.

“Snape never wanted anyone to know of his promise to Dumbledore, but has realised that he can protect Potter much better by taking a less passive role in the boy's training. Actually liking Harry Potter has never been part of his plan. mentor/guardian.”

Crime And Punishment - by melolcatsi

https://archiveofourown.org/works/24102232/chapters/58018174

Snape and Harry have way more of a rocky start in this one, and Snape having to pick Harry up from the police station Really Doesn’t Help Snape’s opinion of him. This story very realistically shows the progression of their relationship, going from enemies to family, and near the ‘end’ (it’s not finished) it becomes very wholesome with Snape trying to help Harry with his mental and physical health after years of abuse/ neglect.

“Harry is accused of burglary. The Dursleys leave him to rot. Dumbledore sends Snape to remedy the situation. Harry finds himself in the care of an irate Snape. Not slash, gen-fic w/ focus on Sevitus relationship. Angst galore. Warnings: coarse and suggestive language, mentions of abuse/neglect. Un-betaed and un-Britpicked.”

[blueskiesandstarrynights]

Guess who's having tgwdlm movie brain rot??? It's this gal I've got thoughts on how the apotheosis would look lets get into it-

Alright so rn I'm gonna start with lah dee dah dah day. The Hive didn't start off violent at the beginning, and that should reflect in the infected in this song. No visible wounds, but oddly enough everybody in this scene has blue eyes. weird. and, some have a blue goo slowly leaking from their eyes, mouth, or ears. It should be incredibly subtle to the audience, something you notice on maybe one person, if you have sharp eye, but something you definitely recognize if ur a seasoned fan or doing a rewatch. Bonus points of it being more unnerving than the musical bc these people aren't on stage, they're just on the street singing and Paul is Very Uncomfortable.

The next form of the apotheosis is Mr. Davidson. This should be a similar case, he too was infected early and Paul is continuing to be Uncomfortable.

Not apotheosis related, but I want to see Paul tear through Hatchetfield with plenty of clear shots of buildings and their names bc I really want to make a Hatchetfield map.

Anyways, we head on over to Beanies, and here's where it escalates. CORC I want to see a very blatant and distinct difference between the infected and noninfected, and the side-by-side comparison really sets the stage. When we got to Nora and Zoey speaking in unison ("you can't quit Emma") I want to see blue goo dripping from every hole in their face and it is really clear this time, and kinda creepy. The customers start coughing, and it starts out as coughing up regular blood, but as they continue to cough the blood gets bluer until it's a bright cerulean. I want the goo Emma pulls from the coffee cup to be covered in brown coffee as well. When the blood coughed up has turned blue all the way, that's when the customers, all in sync, as if on a puppet string and have bright blue eyes. I also want none of the actors for the customers to have blue eyes initially to really highlight the contrast.

With more customers since this is a movie, we should have them close in on Paul and Emma before they make their escape.

Anyways fast forward to show me your hands. I want some other way for Ted to reveal Sam's brains than hitting him with a trashcan lid, I don't think the infected are that breakable. It is, of course, possible that his brain was already like that and that's how he was infected, but I don't believe the Hive was violent in the beginning. It is very important the other cops make turkey/alien noises when they exit.

Fast forward and I'm just excited to see Hidgens mansion/panic room, that'd be so cool

When hidgens goes to take the blue goo from sam's head I want it even grosser sounding than in the musical, please.

I don't have many thoughts for you tied up my heart, but when Sam kills Charlotte, I want to see him tear off a huge chunk of her midsection and you can see her insides poking through and he pulls out the guts like in the musical, but we see blue goo seeping from his nails, onto her guts, turning them from red to blue like we see on stage.

Join us and die is sam and charlotte chasing the protags around the house (yes pls give us that tour for theory purposes). When Hidgens shoots them, I want to see blue blood fly.

When we get to Hatchetfield High, I kinda wanna see visual indicators there was a fight there. When we see Alice, I want some kind of visual indicator as to how she died. Was she hurt, did Deb just shove blue goo down her throat? i don't know, but I want to.

When Bill gets shot, I wanna see the wound, and Paul watching in horror as red blood in his hands from holding Bill is quickly pooling and it's turning purple and blue and soon it's gonna be a bright cerulean.

SSN, if we're going with the theory that Hidgens was partially infected from touching Sam's brain, is going to show Hidgens eyes getting progressively brighter and bluer. When his guts get pulled out, I want the same thing as Charlotte- blue dripping from the fingernails, into the guts, completing the infection.

With America is great again, I wanna see a camera follow Ted as he abandons paul and emma and we can see the military from the corner of the camera, and the camera finally stops moving, facing Ted head on, and it pans out to reveal a gun shot to the neck, and backing up further shows MacNamara making his way to him with an open wound in his chest so clean that you can see through it, dripping blue goo. Ted's bleeding out, but john reaches him first and shoves blue goo down his throat and he's infected.

Paul head to the starlight and it's got a huge hole in the ceiling. He makes his way in, and finds the meteor on the stage. It's huge, and there's these thick blue veins of goo circling the huge rock. Everybody starts coming out and it's very important the wounds are still there and very visible. There are bullet wounds and guts, and are all a bright cerulean and they mean nothing for the undead Hive members.

As let it out plays, the lighting of the scene all comes from spotlights at the Starlight, bc pokey is a big ol theater kid. When Paul is dry heaving on the floor, no he's not, there is blue goo coming out of his mouth that he's trying desperately to get out. Important that the eyes get bluer as the song progresses.

With Inevitable, I had this one specific idea of a camera focusing on paul and emma hugging, and then started to rotate as Paul starts singing, and it rotates so it's facing the back of Emma's head and then continues and we're at their side again and Paul pulls away and we finally get a good look at him. He is the leakiest boi of them all, dripping from every hole and bursting at the seams with blue goo. Again, as each person comes out it's important their wounds are still visible.

anyways that's all for now. I skipped some scenes bc I'm just focused on the apotheosis rn.

[snappedsky]

Fanatics 87.3

Awkwardness abounds as Squee and Johnny and Devi spend time with their younger selves.

AU is Johnny the Recovering Maniac by the marvellous @devnny Check them out! 

*Links to previous and next chapters in reblog*

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Lost in the Multiverse Part 3

           Squee scrambles backwards, tripping over the edge of the crater he created when he crashed into the ground. As his head hits the dirt, he spots the large, purple rift hanging in the sky and stares at it with surprise.

           “Okay,” he breathes and sits up. The young Todd Casil stands on the other side of the crater, clutching his Shmee and staring at Squee with wide eyes.

           “O…kay…” Squee grunts and stands up, looking around. He’s on Grave Road. If it wasn’t for his younger self standing a couple feet away, he would almost believe he didn’t go anywhere. But he starts spotting small differences. Johnny’s house doesn’t have any glass in the boarded windows; the house that Colton’s family would be living in doesn’t have any of the flowers his mother plants. Instead it would be Todd’s family there now.

           “Okay,” Squee says a third time. “So I’m in…the past? But where is everyone else?”

           He looks at Johnny’s house. It looks dark and quiet and his car isn’t parked on the street. He hesitates for a second before crossing the yards and knocking on the front door. There’s no answer.

           “Hm,” Squee hums and scratches his head, wondering what he should do, when a shiver runs up his spine. He looks up at the rift in the sky just in time to see a bunch of figures flying out. Two of them head right for him.

           A pair of demons land on the ground between Squee and Todd. Their bodies are mostly human, but they have wings, tails, horns, and claws. They chortle excitedly as they glare at Squee and he flinches back.

           Todd squeaks fearfully and one of the demons turns towards him, licking his fangs. Squee scowls and draws his knives.

           He strikes first, startling the other demon as he charges. He barely dodges Squee’s swinging knife, the blade just grazing his nose.

           The first demon turns his attention away from Todd as his partner stumbles back. But before he can react, Squee drives his knife into the demon’s ribs.

           The demon roars in pain and tries to swipe at Squee with his claws. He lets go of his knife, leaving it in the demon’s chest, and jumps back to dodge.

           The other demon charges in and swings at Squee. He sidesteps it and swings his other knife, slicing the demon straight up the chest. As his blood sprays out, the demon chokes and falls backwards.

           The first demon rushes Squee and swings at him furiously with both claws. Squee dodges each strike and lifts his knife. The demon slices his hand on the blade, ceasing his attack, then Squee swings and slices open his throat. The demon collapses next to his partner.

           Squee pants as he removes his other knife from the demon’s chest, then wipes both blades off on their clothes. As he sheathes them, he spots Todd staring at him with a mix of fear and awe, and he suddenly feels very bashful.

           “Um,” he croaks, rubbing the back of his head, then clears his throat. “Are you…okay?”

           Todd nods wordlessly.

           “Good,” Squee nods and glances at Johnny’s house. “Um…where’s your neighbor?”

           “He…moved away,” Todd replies.

           “He did?”

           “I think so? At least for a little while. He said he’s staying with a friend; a girl, with purple pigtails.”

           “Devi?” Squee questions. “They’re living together? That’s…different. I wonder if she’s in the same place.”

           “Um…” Todd squeaks and carefully approaches Squee. “Are you…me?”

           Squee smiles awkwardly. “I think so.”

           He stares up at him with wonderstruck eyes and Squee looks away uncomfortably.

           “Um, I gotta go,” he says as he steps back and nearly trips on one of the demon’s bodies. He looks at them, then the rift in the sky, then back at Todd. “Uh…do you…wanna come?”

           Todd looks at the demon bodies, then at Shmee, then back at Squee and nods. “Shmee says you’re safe.”

           “He does, huh?” Squee grins and pats the bear’s head. Physically, he looks like a smiling teddy bear. But he can feel Shmee’s presence inside. And he smiles. “Okay, let’s go.”

           “Where’s your Shmee?” Todd asks as they walk down the street.

           “He’s back home,” Squee replies, “at least, I think he is. I’m not really sure. But I hope he’s enjoying himself.”

           “So where are we going?”

           “To find my friends. I think I know where to look.”

           Meanwhile, Johnny and Devi make their way through younger!Devi’s apartment building, younger!Devi, younger!Tenna, and younger!Johnny at their heels. As they go up the stairs, Johnny glances back at them, unnerved.

           “So, this can’t be like our direct past, right?” he questions, “cause I’m like eighty percent certain we never lived together. Also, there’s no fucking way I’d let you put a leash on me.”

           “Hey! It’s for his own good!” younger!Devi snaps, tugging on the leash that she has around younger!Johnny’s neck as he looks at her awkwardly. Johnny just scowls with discomfort.

           “I don’t know,” Devi replies, “are there like multiple pasts?”

           “I don’t fucking know,” Johnny grunts.

           They arrive at younger!Devi’s apartment and she lets them all in. It looks about the same as Devi’s apartment, but with more drawing stuff cluttering the coffee table and couch.

           Younger!Devi removes younger!Johnny’s leash and heads deeper into the apartment. As Devi and Johnny look around, they find themselves standing next to younger!Johnny. Both Johnnys flinch away from each other in disgust and younger!Johnny follows younger!Devi while Johnny moves over to the other side of Devi.

           “I hate this,” he growls, “I had a hard enough time learning to tolerate my physical being. Now there’s another one and on top of being another me, he’s a younger version, which just serves as a reminder of my…worser days.”

           “He seems to be doing okay,” Devi remarks as she watches younger!Johnny hang around younger!Devi in the kitchen. “Kinda…clingy though.”

           “And how are you doing?” Johnny asks.

           “Huh? Oh, well, you know, I mean…” she stammers awkwardly. “It’s…definitely weird. But I’m okay. I mean, who cares that she’s a few years younger than me and I clearly haven’t progressed at all in my art career. I’m still working at it. And that takes time, right? So…so yeah. I’m okay.”

           Johnny watches her worriedly as she looks away, rubbing the back of her neck.

           “My hair looks good though,” she comments.

           Johnny cracks a grin. “Yeah, it does.”            “Thanks.”

           On top of just looking a bit older, there a few more differences between the two pairs of Johnny and Devi. Devi’s hair is the most noticeable. Younger!Devi still has purple pigtails, while the older Devi has her natural black colour and wears it down, with one side cut shorter than the other. Johnny’s hair is scruffier than younger!Johnny’s and he seems less volatile but somehow more grumpy.

           The biggest difference however is how the two of them act together. While younger!Devi and younger!Johnny are comfortable around each other, they still seem very aware of each other’s presences. For Johnny and Devi, it’s the exact opposite. They’re standing much closer together, in each other’s space and brushing up against each other without even noticing.

           These are all things younger!Tenna notices as she observes the older pair from the couch.

           “Are you two dating?” she asks.

           “What!” Johnny and Devi exclaim in shock.

           “I just thought because it looks like you spend a lot of time together,” she clarifies.

           “Well…we do…but we’re not-we never-it’s not like that-,” they both stammer awkwardly. Then they stop as they realize how close they’re standing, and they step apart.

           “Um, okay,” younger!Devi says, mercifully interrupting the awkward situation as she walks in carrying a plate of crackers and cheese and a bag of chips while younger!Johnny carries two glasses of soda. They rest them on the coffee table. “I don’t have much food to offer but uh help yourself.”

           “Wow, younger!Devi’s a better host than you are,” Johnny comments as he sits on the floor by the table and takes a glass.

           “Fuck off,” Devi grunts as she follows suit.

           They also bicker like siblings or an old married couple, younger!Tenna observes.

           “So,” younger!Johnny says as he and younger!Devi sit on the couch. “Are you two just gonna…stay here…?”

           Johnny and Devi glance at him then look at each other questionably.

           “You’re the one who wanted to guard them,” Johnny points out.

         “Yeah, because it wouldn’t be fair if those demon fucks killed them because they’re after us,” Devi retorts, “but, I don’t know. I don’t know where the others are. Should we look for them?”

           “Where would we start?” Johnny shrugs.

           “Then maybe it would be better if we stayed here, at least for the night,” she muses, “maybe they’ll come looking for us. Then it’d be better to stay in one place.”

           “So you’re gonna stay the night?” younger!Johnny asks with obvious disgust.

           “I mean, if that’s okay,” Devi adds.

           “Well, you did save us,” younger!Devi says, “and I guess I can’t just kick you out since you’re…me. But I don’t know where you’ll sleep.”

           “I don’t need to sleep,” Johnny states.

           “Where do you sleep?” Devi asks younger!Johnny.

           “On the rare occasion I do, the couch,” he replies, “but you can have it.”

           “Thanks,” she smiles and younger!Johnny feels his cheeks flush.

           “So you two really live together?” Johnny questions.

           “It’s temporary,” younger!Devi replies.

           “How did that happen?”

           “I’m helping him recover.”

           “Huh. So kinda like what Squee did for me,” Johnny muses, “I’m surprised though that you’re so…forgiving.”

           “Yeah,” younger!Devi says, “it took a while for me to…get past all that. To be honest, I’m still not sure if I’m completely past it. But he did apologize.” She looks at younger!Johnny and smiles. “Which I appreciate.”

           Younger!Johnny smiles awkwardly and fidgets in his seat.

           “Hm,” Johnny grunts thoughtfully and glances at Devi. “Did I ever…apologize to you?”

           “Not in so many words,” she replies.

           He looks away, rubbing his head. “I’m sorry I tried to kill you.”            Devi smiles warmly and leans into him so their shoulders touch. “I know.”            Tenna glances between the pairs of Johnny and Devi. “Wow, I’ve never been a fifth wheel before.”

           Both pairs quickly look away and move away from each other, feeling very uncomfortable and aware. Awkwardness fills the air and Johnny grumbles, “I hate this.”

[rebelliouslala]

Sinners: The Beginning of the End

The tarot cards in order: The Hanged Man, Reversed. The Lovers, Upright. The Chariot, Reversed.

A collab with the Arcana Love Readings, the cards are above! 

1.3k words

Yangyang x Y/n angst, slight horror and cursing, a mention of gore and a bad ending. Character death and tied in with the Seven Deadly Sins. 

A/n: this is the ending of the fic actually, the fic is about y/n’s travels and more on what happened between you and yangyang, so yeah enjoy, it kinda feels good to be back and not dead!

credit to nakamotens! for the gif <3

“Yangyang.”

You stand at the ridge, the heavy wind picking up the crumbs of the red earth and blowing it across your tattered servant outfit.

The Pride territory of the young demon is empty. The other territories of Sin were filled; Decorated and exploited with their signature.

The only thing you could tell was Yangyang’s was the royal purple throne. It was made out of the earth and and sprouted out of the ground. However the thing that really made it a throne was the seat itself.

You did not recognize the demon in front of you standing in front of it, brushing off the crumbs.

This land was thrice the terror versus the others. With it’s emptiness came your shock to him. How barren, he seemed since the last time you both have seen each other. You step forward to the demon, as he is still.

“You came.” The man said simply as he turns to you, and you can see this scars. The scars that Satan had given him. Obviously, the ruler of Hell did not give his demon mercy on your behalf.

“Yang,” you say quietly, your lips becoming shut together as the demon of pride crosses his arms. “The final game. You have to come to me.”

You frown, shaking your head softly, feeling your head, your body become heavy with weight. Is this really the fate of you and he? To convince him to stay. Be a man. Run away, far away from the hands of Satan and the brothers that plague him. 

You shake your thoughts of the things you have learned on your journey to your beloved. What tortured and changed him. You gulp and look at him as he sits on the small throne, “Well, this is your last day; and chance. Are you just going to be mute?”

You open your mouth and only a small croak hops out. You tear up at the thought and look back down. You have fought your way here, past all of the rest of the sins, facing flashbacks of the grotesque words to pin you down and submit. You needed to say something to just bring him back. Bring back the Yangyang you know and love.

“I know what you’ve been through. W-What everyone has. You and the others don’t have to do this. You don’t have to be the monsters Satan wants you to be!” You say, your voice cracking as you can feel the hot tears start to pour, and you sniffle, feeling your throat burn. “Yangyang, just take my hand. Let’s just forget this.”

The man looks over, and he looks at your hand. The wind whips again, and his hair goes to the side, revealing the streaks of the purple pride sin and his deer like antlers, intricate and nearly twice as large as him. He looks at you again and softly raises his arms, before you hear a smack.

The clapping rhythm was even, which made it somehow more unnerving and uncomfortable to take before he gazes on you and smiles. His smile made you step back, and you feel sick. You gulp looking at him as his eyes glow.

“You sick little thing. I can see it in you.” He sang to himself, and you widen your eyes at the endless fangs he holds as teeth.

“S-see what?” You say, gulping quietly, feeling a knot on the back of your throat. His voice echoes, and was deeper than usual.

This wasn’t him.

“I have trained for, awhile now I guess.” He walks to you, and you realize what the rest of what he is. He wears a long cape, that grew in length and width with each step. His face is painted, his lips popping with purple and his eyes glowing lavender as his skin writhes with feathers before disappearing back to his natural skin color. His pants are tight, loose at the ends of his feet, flashing from goat hooves, fins, a horrifying image of gore before hidden behind raw cow skin shoes.

The setting around him changed as well. As he walked you watch the earth crack, before trees sprout and grass become as high to his thighs. Flowers sparkle on the ground beside the trees and gather together in packs. The sun shone bright from behind him. The wind whips harshly around you both again, and you shiver at him.

“Dad taught me a lot. Did you know the beginning of sinning amongst humans is with their pride? It has something to do with their ideals. They want to, let’s say, give clothing away, but not their food or money? Gluttony and greed eat them up whole. Envy soon comes in for the people in the best clothing.” His shirt twirls before he shows his chest and he smirks gently to himself, “Wrath takes place when they have nothing. Lust for a desire of clothing. And Sloth when they cannot do anything more, or to even slow their progress down, until they are so corrupted we can kill them with ease.”

Yangyang stands at the edge across from you. Only two yards away. You pant, your eyes widening as you can recognize the territory behind him. He reaches his hand out to you, “I am fine here.”

“N-no you’re not!” You cry out, croaking again.

“I am. I am the gifted child compared to the others. I am the beginning of every single Sin. I touch them to see their morals, their deepest secrets. I know yours, and I know what you want.”

“Yangyang this is not you!” You scream at him, ignoring what he made. The childhood playground you had with him, in Satan’s palace.

The demon flashes again and you flinch before you hear a crumble.

“You just want peace. You want to forget what you had helped Satan do to us. By making me not what I am, you are ignoring what Satan has done to everyone.” His arms and chest lower and he touches the scar from his neck to his pelvis, “How can I forget what he has done to me, Y/n?”

You cry more as he looks at you and smirks, leaning forward and his hand extends further, “So, what is it going to be, hm? Failing me, as you already did, or joining me?”

Yangyang watches you crumble to your knees and as he walks on the air, the wind blows again whilst you crane your neck to look up to him. Your face is disfigured, your eyes closed but as you open them Yangyang can see the true moral inside you. He flinches but his face stays dead still.

You scream something, but the wind howls over, as you go limp, fading into ash and away from his sight.

“Is it done, Pride?” A voice rumbles behind him. The garden delusion fades away, and Yangyang stops.

“Yes, Your Highness.” He turns back, bowing. “They are gone.”

“Good. Let us go to the Moral Realm. It is time.”

The two walk, the other sin demons appearing. Sicheng wears a brown hoodie and dark grey sweatpants, on his phone, his horns hanging low. Kun appears next to Yangyang, widening his eyes, but looking at the ruler of Hell, he straightens himself up, wearing a suit and a bright devil red tie.

The other members appear, all transforming in and out of their disguises and demon forms.

A portal in the middle of the territories cracks above, and in order of age, from Kun to Dejun, they step in. Yangyang steps up the glass staircase, gently looking at the disguise of Guanheng. His brother looks over, before avoiding his eyes and entering through the black hole, soft screams following.

The man of pride stops, and he looks at his land. He feels another soft breeze across his hands. He nods ever so gently as he mumbles to himself, holding his palm to where his heart is, “I loved you too.”

With another step to the top, the Seven Deadly Sins became one with the Earth; forevermore.

[phantomphangphucker]

Ectober Day 29: Light + Week Orb/Reanimate - Exorcists Can’t Save Me Now Chap.2:  Dolly Hearts

You know what’s happening here, but with a bonus of the creepy possessed doll trope.

Tucker sits on the floor, leaning his back against the doll, “I know this is some crazy cool stuff dude, but somehow I doubt Other-Danny can really appreciate this”.

Danny just rolls his eyes, he still does get a bit of a kick out of the nickname they gave It being ‘Other-Danny’; thank you Coraline and Sam’s love of Tim Burton. Least she wasn’t still trying to give It button eyes, though Danny’s got no idea where all the buttons kept disappearing to. He’s honestly genuinely suspiciously Dammy ate them or absorbed them or something. Magic was weird. Probably bugged his parents that he believed the whole ‘magic doll’ thing over the ‘ghosts are real’ thing. But Dammy literally grew and stuff, kinda hard to ignore that. He has yet to see a freaking ghost.

Sam shakes her old school camera, “just get over here you goof, time to look stupid for the camera”. Danny sticks his tongue out at her before posing. Which yeah, probably looks stupid.

Tucker watches Danny walk in the giant creation with a small smile, all this tech stuff was so cool! Though glancing sideways at feeling movement and feeling just slightly unnerved by Dammy actually moving Its head to be ‘looking’ right at the portal. Alright. That’s freaky. “Uh, Danny-dude? Other you is doin’ that paying attention to you thing”, wasn’t that supposed to be some death omen thingy?

Danny turns his head, “huh?”, genuinely feeling cautious but not getting to do shit about that at the sound of a click and static. Snapping his head back towards the back of the portal and seeing the green light there, “oh fu-”.

Tucker jerks to stand up, Sam hovering worriedly by the portal as a massive beam of green light flashes out of the thing. Both immediately clamping their hands over their ears at the sound of screaming. Dammy is also making some kind of static noise, somehow staying sitting upright. That was freaky enough to give them something other than the god awful sound to focus on.

Sam still manages to catch Danny? or what she thinks is him, when he? falls out. Tucker also moving to grasp the person-shaped black and white static, “D-Danny man?”. Both teens wincing at the sound? he? makes.

“We can’t, oh god, can’t understa-”, Tucker getting cut off by Dammy sparking all over with green electricity and shooting bolts of lightning at the static Danny. Both Sam and Tucker yelping and jumping back, having gotten zapped themselves in the process; electricity jumping over their fingers and forearms.

The two wince and rub at their fingers before watching more than a little wide-eyed at the electricity stuff jumping all over static Danny and looking as if it was tugging at him or something. Tucker blurting out, “I don’t know how aware you are dude! But I think Dammy’s trying to pull you in or something!”.

Sam looks to him, “do you, fuck, do you think he’s even aware what’s going on?”.

“Sam, I don’t even know what the Hell’s going on! And I’m pretty sure Danny just got fried to a crisp, so what the Hell do you think!”.

“Oh don’t you snap at me! I was just asking a damn question!”.

“My best friend probably just died! So I think I’m allowed to snap at whoever the Hell I want!”.

“Like Hell you are!”.

“Shut up!”.

“No!”, Sam doesn’t get to say more than that as static Danny seemingly snaps into Dammy. The two friends watching green rays of almost blinding light shoot out of the ‘eyes’ before dimming into two little green orbs of light inside the pitch black of the eye sockets and move around a bit before the doll lurches forward, grasps Its stomach, and the stitched line opens up like a mouth to immediately vomit up chunks of cotton and herbs. Sam blinks, “oh man, we so need to get the Fenton’s”. Tucker just nods slowly, as they both gulp and move closer to the doll.

Tucker putting a hand on It/his back, “Danny?”. The doll hacks a bunch, more bits of mess coming out, and nods faintly. So Tucker pats his back, “alright, okay”, looking to the side and whispering, “holy fucking shit”, glancing at Sam then back to Danny, “just get it all out of... your system, man”.

Danny makes a sound that’s kinda like someone rubbing two marshmallows together. Tucker swallows, “still can’t understand you, man”. While Sam comes around the other side and gives him a soothing arm rub, “do you think you can move?”. Oh Hell, they messed up bad.

They watch as he very jerkily puts a hand to the ground, moving to help him stand; which he’s also jerky and stiff about. Danny makes more of the marshmallow sounds as he leans against Tucker. Though Tucker’s positive Danny was saying something along the lines of ‘thanks’. Tucker’s just trying to not be freaked out by the soft plushie feel of Danny’s body. Sure he was used to Dammy being around, but that was just Danny’s kinda weird doll thing. Now It wasn’t just a doll thing. Was there even a Dammy anymore? Man this was so messed up.

The two friends watch and steady Danny as he cranes his? head around in a way that was closer to limp lolling. Them both feeling him stiffening when he catches his reflection in the far side mirror. Sam and Tucker following his line of sight, staring at the vibrate green glowing orbs reflecting off harsh enough to practically blackout the rest of the mirror. Both of them wincing at more marshmallow sounds, though it sounds more ‘alarmed’ this time.

Tucker gives him a small squeezes on the shoulder, “for the love of everything, please be able to learn to talk like a freaking person again”. Sam smacks him for that. But Danny makes something like a velcro sound that sounds close enough to a laugh.

Sam looks to him, more than a little thankful she’s well used to seeing the lipless hollow-socketed face, even if the green light ball things were unnerving, “do you want me to get your folks”, nodding her head at Tucker, “this idiot will probably raid the fridge instead”.

Danny doesn’t move for a bit before nodding slowly, making more marshmallow noises and stiffly grabbing his throat with one hand.

Tucker pushes Danny to sit down as Sam bolts up the stairs, Danny repeatedly making more noises while squeezing and poking his throat. Tucker grabbing his shoulder, making him jerkily look to him, before pulling him in and hugging him close, “you-fuck, you don’t know how bloody happy I am for Dammy right now. That you had, have, I don’t know, Other-Danny”, squeezing him a bit more, “fuck Danny”, wheezing a chuckle out, “so, I guess ghosts exist huh?”. Not surprised to get marshmallow in return, the tone’s softer and maybe worried? though so he pats him on the back and let’s go; wiping his face a bit with his arm as he goes.

Both turn their heads to the side at Maddie practically bolting down the stairs, Sam right behind. “You kids aren’t supposed to be down here unsupervised, you know this”.

Tucker stands up immediately, holding his palms out pacifyingly, “we know we know, it’s just the tech’s so cool and things weren’t working and we do know some lab safety and-”. Cutting himself off as Danny jerkily stands and wavers badly, Tucker moving to steady him.

Maddie blinks and stares at the moving doll, slowly looking progressively more horrified, “Danny?”.

The thread that makes up Its mouth moves up into a wobbly-looking nervous smile. The doll nods a little. She staggers over, grabbing Its-his? arm and pulling his? hand into hers. Staring at the skin-like fabric, the nailless fingers, the threads and seams, “oh Danny, what did you do”, and hugging him. Hugging the doll that housed him. He makes gurgling fuzzy sounds. Maddie letting go and stepping back a little to steady herself and give him some room, while Tucker gives a weak smile and nudges the doll's shoulder, “hey, that was closer to words this time”.

Danny looks to him and makes some sounds while doing something that vaguely resembles a scowl. Then looking to Sam as she walks over and hugs him too, “you’re such an idiot”.

“ɥ͜͜͝ɐ̡̡̨͘ǝ̸̷̧̨̢⅄̵͝”.

All three wince, Sam and Tucker moving to cover their ears a little. Tucker grumbling, “I’d prefer the fuzz and marshmallows over that”. Danny winces and practically smacks himself in the face while going to cover his ‘mouth’ with his hand.

Maddie whispers, “that was ghost speak”, shaking her head and moving to touch his throat gently, swallowing, “your.. dolls muscles and voice box is made of cotton and sugar string, you’ll have to learn how to use them”. Looking to her son's friends and noticing the odd burns on their fingertips, “what happened to your fingers?”, which instantly gets Danny’s attention too.

Tucker looks at his fingers, at least it didn’t hurt, and looks back to her, “oh uh, we were kinda close to Danny when Dammy went all crazy light show and, like, sucked Danny in with lightning or something”. Maddie looks to Danny curiously. Danny just starts doing something akin to flailing and looking back and forth from his friends, gargling a bunch.

“Hey woah man, it’s not your fault. Heck! You didn’t even do it! And Dammy just did what It was literally designed to do“.

Sam nods and squeezes his arm, “yeah, I’m just glad you’re in this thing”.

Maddie looks around, noticing the mess on the ground and blinking, “did... did you throw up?”. Danny nods and looks to be trying to quirk an eyebrow but it’s not really working. But that... that wasn’t supposed to happen. So why? The only thing she can think of is that his friends might have interfered with something.

Tucker and Sam frown when Maddie rushes off to her computer systems, Sam snapping, “is that bad? Is Dammy not functioning right? It’s not rejecting Danny or something is It?”. Tucker just nods worriedly. Danny points at his friends then smacks a palm into his chest, his chest felt weird; especially if he was supposed to be a ghost... dead.

Maddie nabs up a scanner and rushes back to Danny’s doll, putting it to his ‘eyes’, “sorry sweetie, your eyes are the only part of your... ghost that’s accessible”.

Tucker blinks, “wait, those glowy light ball things are actually eyes”. Danny grunts, probably something along the lines of saying ‘obviously’ or maybe being offended.

“Well technically it’s a culmination of ectoplasm but a ghosts eyes always have the highest concentration outside of their Cores. So eyes yes, but also no”, shaking her head and pulling the scanner back. Blinking down, a bit dumbfounded, at the results, “you... Danny, you’re... still human”.

Sam and Tucker both immediately blurt, “WHAT!”, and Danny makes a high-pitched grating sound, then taps at the left of his chest.

Maddie squints but moves to put her hand over the spot, going a little slacked jawed, “there... you have a heartbeat”. Danny nods rapidly but stiffly. Maddie shakes herself off and looks down to the scanner while Sam and Tucker both grapple over his chest, obviously wanting to make sure for themselves.

Maddie looks from the reading to the two teens and back again. Those two, they always were her boy’s miracle friends. The only ones unphased by his oddness and accepting of the doll. Who would all go to weird lengths to help and protect and support each other; apparently more so than she ever thought even possible. Once again looking to the teens, “you two, it’s because of you two”.

The two look to her in obvious confusion.

“What do you mean by that?”.

“Huh? But we didn’t really... do anything”.

Maddie shakes her head, turning the device around to face them, “when you got zapped. The ecto-electricity picked up bits of your DNA and took it with it. Human DNA”.

Danny looks back and forth between his two friends, looking a bit like he’s gonna cry, not that he actually can though, and hugs both of them around the neck; pulling them into him. His arms bend in a circle rather than at the elbow though Sam and Tucker don’t really care and smile up against his doll cheeks, but pause, turning their heads towards Maddie, “wait, does that mean we’re related now?!?”.

Maddie lets herself smile almost meanly at that, though with a level of relief underneath, “just a little bit”. Danny makes a tearing sound not unlike Velcro, the two other teens rolling there eyes as he lets go of their necks; arms falling to his sides with soft thwaps.

Maddie tears her eyes away, this, Danny being fabric and the ecto-energy contained inside that bled out the eye sockets, was going to take some getting used to. Her looking over their machinery and glancing back at the cotton pile on the ground. He had a heartbeat so maybe... Moving to set up one of their body scanners while Danny makes some kind of puff sounds.

Sam and Tucker couldn’t care less what Mrs. Fenton was up to, far more focused on trying to help Danny with the whole ‘walking on legs that don’t have bones or fleshy muscles’ thing. As they sort of guide him to walk around, all three watching the legs wobble and bend at odd angles; he does seem to be getting better pretty quickly though, even if he seems annoyed.

Tucker chuckles after a bit, deciding making light of this crap was the best idea and the one his goddamn sticking to, “you know, I always wanted a little brother”, and looks down at him slightly emphasising his slightly taller height. Danny, predictably, shoves him.

Sam rolls her eyes, “don’t expect to get any of Nana’s inheritance though”. Danny and Tucker exchange confused looks, though it’s kinda hard to tell on Danny. Tucker asking with Danny pointing at him, “huh?”.

Sam grumbles, “forget it, doesn’t mean anything”. And once more getting blocked from saying anything more by Maddie.

“Alright, So I think I might have an idea why and how you threw up”. Which gets all three teens' attention, hoping that something really wasn’t wrong with the doll. Both friends stepping to the side a bit to let her use the invention, whatever it was. Watching it shoot out a wide beam of light and move over the doll's entire body. Danny tilting his head at a little too sharp of an angle after; the unblinking orbs making the effect seem wide-eyed and both more child-like and a little creepy.

Maddie blinks at the result, even more dumbfounded but also happy, ridiculously happy. Looking back to Danny and not being able to help smiling some; ignoring the totally unnatural head tilt, “my guess was right”, turning the screen to the teens, “you threw up to make room for organs. Heart, lungs, stomach; it’s all there”.

Sam sounds more than a little morbidly curious, “so there are fleshy bloody organs in there? How in the?”, looking to Danny, “glad you still have that stuff though”.

Tucker chimes in with, “especially a stomach! How else are we supposed to have burger eating contests?”. Sam scowls at him, but is honestly glad for the normalcy.

Maddie tilts her head a little and frowns slightly, “no they’re probably made of sugar, fondant, and maybe some blood cells. Some of the dolls spices too maybe. Cotton for lungs? The density is right”. She would like to actually know but... no, not happening. Stuffing the completed doll and stitching It shut when they made It had been unpleasant enough. And Danny probably wouldn’t enjoy that.

Tucker grabs and bends the doll's arm in a circle, “and his bones?”. Danny grunting at him for that and yanking his arm away, guy could have at least asked before treating him like a twist tie; though yeah, what the Hell.

Maddie glances back to the device's screen, “I think there’s sugar string trying to be bones”, looking back to Danny, “but obviously that’s not really working. There’s nothing really solid enough in the doll to be bones, sorry sweetie”.

Danny’s string mouth contorts a bunch and no one can really tell what kind of facial expression he’s trying to make, “p҉͟ᴉ͏d҉̷̧͢n̡͜͝ʇ̴͝S͘͢ ̸̷˙̸s͘͢ǝ̷̧̨u̸o̷͢q̸̨̧͜͞ ̸̢̛̛͟o̷̢҉͡u̸͢͠ ̶͡s͠͠u̷̧͠ɐ͘͜͡͏ƃ̷̛ɹ̛͟o̕͏̨҉”. Then covering his ‘mouth’ again when everyone winces. “Sree”. Then grinning a bit stupidly at getting an actual English sounding sound out. Everyone else grinning at him a bit too.

Maddie gives an understanding nod, “your actual body is energy, a... ghost, it makes sense their language would be a default for you”, sighing a little, “if it wasn’t for your doll that’s probably all you could speak”.

Tucker butts in a bit awkwardly, “he was just making static sounds before. So I think he still took some time to learn or whatever”. Sam rolls her eyes, “he was head to toe static before, moron”.

Maddie scrunches her eyebrows, studying Danny, “maybe that’s just how ghosts look before they stabilise. The dolls are supposed to house the person before they stabilise after all”, squinting a little, “do you think you can stick out your tongue?”, the doll didn’t have one, so that was another area where the ghost inside was supposed to be able to be seen.

Danny gives a stiff shrug, arms flapping around limply a bit from the motion, and sticks out his tongue with absolutely no idea where this is going.

Sam and Tucker snort and chuckle a little at the glowing green forked thing, with bits of static or electricity spiking off it here and there but it was mostly solid.

Maddie nods, also noting the sharp teeth the doll had sprouted, at least those weren’t glowing. Just a little too white though. Just enough to feel wrong. Seemed slightly transparent too, especially at the tips. “I’d say you’re stabilised now-”.

Sam cuts her off, grabbing Danny’s face and prodding the teeth, “woah! You’ve got fangs! Damnit, now I’m jealous”. Tucker starts laughing while Danny bats away her hands, joining in with Velcro sounds after a bit though.

Tucker pats him, “and nice snake tongue, dude”. Danny makes more alarmed marshmallow sounds before sticking his tongue back out and grabbing at it. It feels like he’s going wide-eyed, but without eyelids that’s kind of hard to tell; the green orbs do get a bit wider though.

Maddie gives him what she hopes is a reassuring smile, “ghost usually only resemble humans, sweetie. There’s bound to be changes. Just maybe don’t stick your tongue out at people”.

Tucker immediately blurts out, “or do! Bet than would totally freak Dash out!”. Maddie gives a fond sigh at that, though hoping he doesn’t actually do that. Part of the point of the dolls was so the ghost wouldn’t start terrorising people, by force or by choice.

Danny covers his mouth, effectively conveying that he would not be doing that. Or at least not till he was at least comfortable with all of... this. Being able to feel his heart beating seriously helped, though actually being able to feel it brushing up against soft cotton was supremely weird. And the staticky tingling running around everywhere was very distracting. Though that might be the only reason he’s not having a total meltdown right now. He had literally died, stoled his friends' DNA, and hijacked Dammy’s ‘body’; which fine, was kinda the point and meant Dammy was serving Its purpose but still.

Maddie pats Danny’s head, making a point to not be weirded out by the stringy texture of his hair, “maybe I should make us some food, you should be able to eat it. Also, you are not going to school tomorrow or for the next few days”.

All three teens go wide-eyed -or wide-orbed in Danny’s case- realising the slight issue. Sam and Tucker glancing at Danny. His ‘skin’ was noticeably fabric, the string ‘mouth’ absolutely couldn’t pass as even kinda normal, his ‘eyes’ were an obvious issue, people might not notice the lack of fingernails and same with the shark teeth, and then there was the boneless problem, oh and he couldn’t speak. Danny just jerkily rubs at his neck before pointing upstairs and making marshmallow noises.

[firemblem-fics]

Dude I LOOOVE Male Byleth so um... how about some teacher man hcs with a reader/ S/O who is terrified of demonic beasts or the creepy church dolls, your choice, but S/O/reader is petrified.

i do not remember ever getting this request but it's in my drafts with a title so i guess it's there

scary. | m!byleth

so you're afraid of demonic beasts, ghosts, all the sorts

it's not like they're something you can't handle, but god did they unnerve you

and byleth... completely understands

he'd never seen anything supernatural like demonic beasts before either so he really didn't blame you when he felt the same way

he just had a better way of dealing with it than you

even before you two were a couple, you'd hide behind him

you'd grip onto his cape and pray to the goddess that he'd be able to protect you

from demonic beasts, i mean

ghosts are another story

back to beasts, you'd learn to use some offensive magic or the bow in order to help fight at a distance

you'd rather not be in it's line of fire

or even close to it for that matter

when the beast was finally defeated and the army was walking to their next destination, you and byleth would lag behind and take up the back in order to not be seen as easily

he'd wrap his arm around you in a side hug and press a kiss to the top of your head, a gesture that said "im proud of you"

now ghosts

you might be more afraid of ghosts than you are demonic beasts

you'd know if a demonic beast was present, you didn't with a ghost

before you shared a bed with byleth, you'd always have a lantern on at night because the dark was just really too much

sometimes you'd go to his room just for a bit of comfort before shakily returning to your own room

he'd kick you out because he knew you were stronger than your fears and didn't wanna coddle you

but then as your relationship progressed byleth just kinda started to let you sleep with him every night

hell, you were fighting bad guys all day long. the least he could do is give you some kind of solace at night and protect you from said ghosts

your sleepless nights became less frequent because of him and so did the frantic beating of your heart every time you heard the word "demonic beast"

all because you knew byleth was there to support you the whole time

edit: i do remember this request nevermind

[welcome-to-green-hills]

One thing that kinda always unnerved me about Robotnik’s robots is that they’re so...unfriendly looking, with those red glowing eyes. I feel like maybe he could’ve made them look like... I don’t know, more fun I guess? Maybe that robot with the harpoon could’ve a car with a big drill. Or maybe that robot with the one wheel could’ve been like... a ladybug with a wheel? Make the flying ones purple bats? Hell, why not make a big mech that looks like himself? Would’ve made things more fun, at least.

I like your question.

It was a good one to think about.

The best concept that I could think of concerning the robot shaped critters was this: I think that concept of the Motorbugs and Catakillers is meant to be saved for the second movie.

For the first, I feel that the robots were meant to be menacing looking to play with Dr. Robotnik’s ominous and nefarious aura that he portrayed onto the three Wachowski’s. It’s an origin story, they’re always going to show the viewer their progression in character on how they became the way that they are in real life. I mean, let’s face it, he’s kinda scary looking in standards of the story.

(Jim Carrey did such a wonderful job!)

For me, the reason why I think it’s saved for the second movie, is due to Dr. Robotnik’s loneliness. Perhaps he found a way to make robotic “friends” with the spare parts that he had from his ship? Maybe something happens to “Agent Stone” on the Mushroom Planet and he needed someone loyal and someone to talk to.

Or...

Robot “friends” disguised as anthropomorphics on Sonic’s island and he uses them to capture them all one by one. He’s gotta have enough power to get home, right? What if he becomes so paranoid into thinking that all the anthropomorphics on the island are like Sonic? It would be a quick way to collect them all if the machines were looked to appear as friendly.

This is just my hypothesis, but this is a good question, friend!😇

[xmxisxforxmaybe]

May I please ask for a piece where Ahk is mortal and is dating male reader, and they're trying something new in the bedroom? Dom/Sub undertones, porn with a little bit of plot where they're stressed out university students and are trying to keep their minds off their studies, and it goes better than they anticipated? Dom Ahk, please? :)

*Cracks knuckles* Let’s go! The muse kinda did her own thing here, but I hope I captured the essence of your request💕

Warning: Smut below the cut

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Finals were hell, and for the third time that week, you had fallen asleep in the library, stuck on page 17 of your 30-page paper, your mind blank, unable to even come up with one more sentence.

After texting you for an hour, your boyfriend, Ahkmenrah, figured out what had happened. He smiled to himself as he took in the lump that was your sleeping form draped over the edge of the long wooden table.

“Hey,” Ahk said, running his fingers through the short hairs at the nape of your neck.

“Hmm?” you asked, confused, sitting up and peeling your face off the keyboard of your computer.

You blinked in confusion before cursing, realizing you had written a thousand blank pages as you had fallen asleep on the “return” key.

Ahk chuckled and took the seat beside you, his eyes scanning your face as you grumpily deleted the blank pages.

“No progress?”

“Obviously not,” you groaned in frustration.

“Have you—”

“Yes. I fucking have,” you snapped. “If you can think of it, I’ve tried it.”

Ahk raised his eyebrows at you, unappreciative of your tone. Immediately, you apologized, knowing he didn’t deserve your anger.

“I am not sure I want to accept your apology, lover.”

You shifted your gaze from your computer to his face, the deep bass of his voice alluring and just a bit alarming.

“This is not the first time you have spoken to me like this within the last week. In case you have forgotten, I too, have finals. Except I choose not to take my ire out on you.”

“What else do you want me to say? I bow before your mighty self-control and your superior ability to manage stress,” you said as your voice dripped with sarcasm, your irritation at having made no progress erasing all sense of decorum.

“Have you forgotten who I really am?” Ahkmenrah stated, his voice radiating power. 

“Forgotten that this,” he said waving his hand around, “is nothing compared to running an empire.”

Before you could stop it, you rolled your eyes.

Immediately, you realized your mistake as Ahkmenrah’s entire demeanor hardened.

“I think you could do with some reminding,” he said in a tone you had only heard a few times.  

Ahk didn’t need to say anything else. He stood, looking down his nose at you as you gathered up your books and your laptop and shoved them into your backpack. You shuffled into your coat, but by the time you slid your backpack on, Ahkmenrah was halfway across the library.

You hurried after him, following him to your apartment.  

For the past semester, you and Ahkmenrah had been living together, and much of that time was spent in pure bliss. The two of you were friends, true companions, and your chemistry was something that could be felt by anyone who saw you together. You were happy, and so was Ahkmenrah, but lately, the stress of finals or perhaps the stress of realizing that this was your senior year and soon everything would change, had caused an unnerving quiet to settle over your relationship. It had been a few weeks since you’d done more than kiss good night or good morning, and as you followed Ahk, you realized how much you missed his touch.

Ahkmenrah handled stress by swallowing it, keeping it to himself and you attributed that to his past. You, on the other hand, lashed out, needing to attack, to vent.

You feared that maybe this time, you took too much liberty with your frustrations.  

Ahk turned around as you shut the door, sliding the lock into place.

“I think you need to remember who is in control,” Ahkmenrah said. “I have been far too lax considering you now talk to me like I am a … nobody.”

“I don’t think you’re a nobody, Ahk. You’re everything to me.”

“Really? And when was the last time you showed me that?”

Your face filled with shame.

“It’s our senior year. Almost our last semester, and if I don’t get this internship because my GPA isn’t high enough—”

Ahk cut you off with a raised hand.

“I have heard this before. It bores me to hear it again. What I want is for you to know your place in this relationship. To remember that no matter what the future brings, we will be together. Is that not what matters?”

“I told you—you’re everything to me.”

“Prove it.”

“How?”

Ahkmenrah stood, his legs spread and his arms crossed over his chest. He looked ancient and regal, despite the modern furnishings surrounding him and the jeans that clung benevolently to his thighs. Ahkmenrah adapted to his new life, but the blood of a long line of kings still ran through his veins.

“Get on your knees.”

The way he spoke to you, the command strong and sure while just barely hiding his desire sent you scrambling out of your backpack and coat, your own denim-clad knees hitting the floor in front of your boyfriend.

Typically, Ahkmenrah was a light-hearted lover, and your sex was fun, full of soft, heated kisses and laughter, full of a normalcy that made you feel as if he had been made for you, brought across centuries of time just to be here with you.

But tonight, well, tonight was clearly going to be different and your heart was caught in your throat with anticipation.

You looked up, waiting for his next command.

Ahk reached down and grabbed you by the chin, thrusting your face up to look at him. His grasp was rough, his fingers curling tightly into the stubble on your jaw.

“You belong to me. Understand?”

You nodded, but that was not what Ahkmenrah was looking for, and he shook his head no and tightened his grasp on your chin.

“Yes, my king. I understand.”

“Good boy. Now, serve me,” Ahkmenrah said, his eyes darkened to a deep blue as they clouded with lust.

You swallowed the thick lump of anticipation that had built and you reached out with trembling fingertips to pop open his jeans. Before you unzipped his pants, you ran your hands around his hips to grasp his ass, kneading the muscles and watching the bulge swell inside its denim prison.

Ahkmenrah’s stance never wavered and he continued to look down at you, his eyes watching every movement. You reached for his zipper and his jeans opened enough for you to reach in and pull out his semi-hard cock.

You wanted nothing more than to do just as he asked, to serve him as much pleasure as within your power to give.

Taking him in your mouth was nearly as good of a feeling as when Ahk was on his knees for you. There was just something about the taste of him, the weight of him on your tongue that got you just as hard.

You sucked him slowly, purposefully, and when you reached down to your jeans to open them to give your own hard cock room to breathe, Ahkmenrah’s voice stopped you mid-movement.

“No.”

You released his cock and looked up at him in confusion.

“Ahk—”

“Taking liberties already? And you were following orders so well. I guess that is that,” Ahk said as he backed up and tucked himself into his jeans, turning on his heel and walking back to the bedroom.

What the fuck, you thought.

With a sigh, you stood up and followed him. Ahkmenrah had taken off his shoes and had discarded his sweater so he was dressed only in his jeans and socks, the muscles of his back so enticing in the dim lighting of the room.

“I’ll be good. Please let me be good for you,” you begged.

Ahkmenrah turned around, his halo of curls disheveled from the static of his sweater and you thought he had never looked hotter.

You licked your lips and begged once more.

“Please.”

“Undress me.”

Once again, you dropped to your knees and found yourself face to face with his hips. You pulled on his jeans, sliding them down his legs, quickly reaching up to pull his boxer-briefs down as well. Ahk sat back on the bed and let you work his pants, underwear, and socks off.

You sat back on your haunches and waited for him to tell you what to do next.

“Take off your hoodie.”

You reached up and quickly pulled your sweatshirt off and tossed it on the floor.

Ahkmenrah leaned back on the bed looking at you with lazy, hooded eyes. He crooked a finger, summoning you from your knees.

The bed dipped under your weight as you climbed on top of him, a hiss emitting from your lips as your still entrapped cock slid over his thigh.

“Only good boys get to come,” Ahk said as he leaned back, baring the gorgeous cords of his neck, his skin golden and perfect in the white lights that reflected in through the window from the streetlamps below.

With a sigh, you crawled up his body and began kissing his neck, tasting every inch of proffered skin and sucking lightly under his ear and along his collar bone.

Ahkmenrah said nothing, made no noises of pleasure at all, and if it weren’t for the fact that his cock was heavy and swollen, you wouldn’t have known you were pleasing him at all.

It didn’t help that you were aching for his touch, for any friction from him at all, and when you ground your hips into his he pushed you off of him with a such a force that you rolled over onto your back, bouncing slightly on the bed.

Ahk was on top of you now, pinning your arms above your head, careful not to position himself too near your hard cock, though.

“Another stolen liberty, lover. For that, you must be punished.”

Ahk moved off the bed and retrieved a tie from the closet, returning to attach your hands to the headboard. He looked at you for consent and you gave him an eager nod. He wasn’t gentle, tightening your wrists to the point that you knew there’d be marks if you struggled enough.

With your hands subdued, Ahk settled on your chest, the precum from his aching cock dripping onto your lips as he pushed into your mouth. He leaned forward, using the headboard to steady himself as he fucked your mouth, testing your gag reflex. You relaxed and took him as deep as you could for as long as you could.

This time, Ahkmenrah was unable to stifle his groan, growling out your name with a ferocity as you swallowed around him, enveloping him in the slick heat of your mouth.

Ahk pulled back, letting you breath, his hand stroking his cock. You looked up at him, eyes dark and lascivious, and in a raspy voice, begged, “Come in my mouth. Please, please.”

Ahk furrowed his brows at you and said, “You want me to come in your mouth?”

You nodded again and opened, waiting for him to thrust back into you. Ahk did, once again fucking your mouth and chasing his orgasm, but before he came, he pulled out and slid back so his cock was over your chest.

He looked down at you, his eyes narrowed and his mouth hanging open as he pumped his cock until he came, his hot cum splashing onto your chest and your neck.

You shuddered, the vision before you too much.

“Did you—” Ahk asked, his eyes widening in surprise.

“Fuck,” you whispered, your cheeks reddening.

Ahkmenrah laughed and scooted down your body, finally freeing your now softening cock from the confines of your jeans; it was a sticky mess as he pulled it out to make sure what happened really happened.  

You groaned in embarrassment and Ahkmenrah leaned over your body to kiss you.

“I supposed we need to practice this a bit more,” Ahkmenrah said, reaching up to untie your hands.

“We can practice all you want, but when you start giving me commands, I think that’s about all I need to get off.”

“You still need to be punished for taking your frustration out on me.”

“We’ve got all night, love. Practice makes perfect?”

“Indeed,” Ahkmenrah said as he slid his hand down to cup your ass. “You still have not proven to me that you can be a good boy.”

“I can be a very good boy.”

“We shall see,” Ahk said as he grinned and kissed you, sliding his fingers through his cool cum before reaching up to cup your face and to twist his tongue with yours.

[beckythesooh]

On the HIMYM Finale + Deleted Scenes (rewatch)

On my hate of Ted’s relapse in season 7:

Rewatching HIMYM and of course, I’m sad again at how much I loved it sans Ted’s suddenly thinking he’s in love with Robin again after Drunk Train. It pisses me off so much, and which there were comments on how it made sense because Ted was just so down on himself that he had stooped so low as to try to get girls on the train and be so far away from his goal—I would have believed that but the ensuing episodes definitely show this wasn’t the case. Drunk Train was season 7 episode 16. They broke up at the end of season 2 and only had a heart to heart about how difficult the break up was a few episodes later, and casual sex along with screaming and anger mid season 3. Never once in between does Ted actually like her again except when Barney wanted her and he read his letter—which I’ll account for as him being down and logically and/or nostalgically thinking they would work again, rather than current feelings. I would have wanted him to be depressed because being around happy people or people that he’s jealous of or something, because that’s relatable and understandable. But him being upset that Robin was marrying someone that wasn’t him when she never expressed being in romantic love with him for the past 6 years just makes me despise Ted. And I don’t despise him, but when I take a step back, that act makes me really hate him. And like.... Ross in Friends was a horrible human. I cannot vouch for him in that he wanted to be a good human—Ross thought he was a good human when he wasn’t. But Ted really did want to be a good human. And it upsets me that this is where the line is drawn, where he believes he deserves Robin more than Barney, more than anyone, when she never showed interest in him again.

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A brief touch on my hate of Robin’s character in love:

I don’t hate Robin as a human or a character in general. But I severely hate how she was the writers’ ultimate princess on a pedestal and never thought about how she’s not a prize, but she needs to work for happiness. Never once does she work for any of her relationships. She’s incredibly selfish—and hey, that’s fine because I am and all humans are to a degree, but she’s not allowed to stay selfish and get any and every happy ending. That pisses me off to no end. I agree with the people that say Robin didn’t deserve Ted—but in reality, it was more that Ted deserved better. She never made any grand gesture for Ted or Barney when they both tried to give her anything and everything they had. I’m unsure if in any relationship she put herself on the line. I think after Don, she stopped. I think Don got the best of her, but Don didn’t quite treat her well. Kevin was the best match for her because he helped simmer her crazy and he could be a little crazier with her, but really she didn’t offer anything consciously.

She was unwilling to compromise in season 2, and she never changed throughout—she only revealed parts of her that she kept hidden. The writers made her sane and insane, kind and cruel, and every other paradox so she could fit into anything they wanted and seem rounded out even when she wasn’t. The writers kept her as this ideal girl and never understood that girls can have character development too. (Not that anyone besides Barney really had character development—which is also why everyone was rooting for him, not Ted.) The things she’d give up for Barney, she never cared about. The dogs she gave up for Ted in season 2 were her only attempt at dipping her toes in the water, but then the writers just never made her swim again (not that she should have given away her dogs for Ted). As the series progressed, it felt like she didn’t care about anything. That’s why she was consistently able to swing into a new relationship on the same day after a breakup. Because they made Robin sane enough, no one had to doubt her love and she never had to prove it. But now it all seems like a desperate girl who is afraid to be alone and has no idea what she wanted (continued in next section).

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On the deleted Robin x Ted lunch finale scene in 2020 and how it impacts the ending:

Josh Radnor said he hoped the writers kept that in the finale because it showed that Ted wasn’t always pining for Robin when he was with Tracy, and that Robin loved and was thinking about Ted as much if not more. I agree with the first part, definitely not the latter.

Before I discuss how I interpreted that scene, here is how I interpret the two endings of HIMYM vs the ideals of the fans (from my perspective).

The ending where Tracy dies and Ted gets with Robin at the end:

Pros: 

The fan theory that maybe this is a happy ending because Tracy gets to be with Max in Heaven, Ted and Robin (and Ted got the kids he wanted and Robin got her career), and Barney and his daughter.

I guess the writers get to use their original footage, but like that doesn’t really warrant a number.

Cons: 

Like Josh Radnor said, it makes it seem like Ted was in love with Robin even when he was with Tracy.

Season 8 and 9 were a total bust and a LOT of the footage and most meaningful and dramatic scenes (absolutely EVERYTHING WITH TED) were a WASTE of viewer emotion. Like I legitimately regret giving any fucks about Ted’s emotions, that lying sonuvabitch.

If it is meant to be like Robin and Ted are soul mates and belong together, the ENTIRE SEASON 3-9 made the fans believe that either 1. NO THEY’RE NOT, or 2. soul mates are STUPID and a LIE and not as amazing as Lily and Marshall made it seem. And if not, then it perpetuates that soul mates aren’t a thing.

It makes it seem that if a guy pines after a girl enough, he’ll fucking get her eventually. No one on the face of at least Democratic America wants white guys to get that message, wtf.

By perpetuating Pro #1, it further makes Tracy to be a vehicle for Ted’s children and not really anything else. Kinda ties into Con #1.

The ending where Tracy is alive (actually this doesn’t matter to me) where Robin and Ted don’t get together at the end:

Pros:

The hope and dream and ideal that a soul mate (Tracy) exists at the end of the suffering—the thing that made Ted such a good protagonist—lives on. And is finally accomplished. And we can be happy for Ted, while believing in love and life ourselves. (This is the main fucking point, in contrast to Con #3 of the previous end.)

The reassurance that even if you think you’re in love now and it’s not working out, one day, you’ll GET THE FUCK OVER IT

The hope that all the love you give out will be reciprocated (this is different than #1 for me simply based on Tracy’s personality, rather than the fact that Ted ended up with someone that wasn’t Robin. Because Tracy was kind to him and wanted to make Ted happy. Robin never tried to make Ted happy, she just rolled with the punches.)

The fact that the drumroll, the build up, the suspense of the story led to actual grandeur and a happy end, and not a fake out like the other ending. (Different from the above because this is simply the storyline, and how this way wouldn’t be like a “haha, [the ending] was in front of you the entire time!”)

Cons:

No footage of the kids?

No non-sappy way to end that doesn’t make everyone hate the writers?

No reason why Ted is telling this story to his kids?

Like honestly, while sappy, there is no con to a happy ending

Now, let’s retrace the first betrayal ending with the dinner scene:

Pros:

Yes, it does look like Ted loved Tracy / didn’t pine after Robin in his head. And yes, this was something that killed everyone in the finale and thus was a big thing.

If Ted x Robin occurs, you still get the Pro #1 fan theory.

Cons:

It doesn’t look like Robin was in love with Ted even if she admits to thinking about him. It instead just looks like she regretted her life and selfishly wanted him because he treated her well, even when she never had any intention of giving him what he wanted. 

Also the awkward thing about Robin kinda trying to get him back when he has a family and alive wife at that point in time.

If this continued with the Robin x Ted thing, it doesn’t really make it seem that Ted was head over heels magically in love with Tracy during this time. His quote, “Happiness is when you stop thinking about the ifs,” would instead be interpreted as if he settled and didn’t want any risks. And, considering he met her after Robin was married, and had kids with her while Robin was still married, this would further incriminate that thought.  Happiness is not love, but the stability of knowing that this relationship... is stable. Ted, despite having cheated on Victoria when she was in Germany with Robin, has never struck me as a cheater. He has always struck me, even in the lowest and crappiest and sleaziest of times, as someone who wanted to treasure the people around him. The fact that he was unnerved by Robin’s confession because he had Tracy and his family did not feel to me that it was because he loved Tracy, but because it was stable, it was his, and he had stopped thinking about Robin when she wasn’t there.

If Ted x Robin get together still, a la Con #1, I cannot be happy for them. Why? What the writer showed us in the original is that Ted has always pined for Robin. This lunch scene was supposed to dispose of that. But, then, it becomes that Robin wants Ted and Ted is like “I always cared about her and it’s been 6 years and I’m lonely.” And yes, this is much better than the original betrayal ending. But it’s still not a happy ending. Ted gets with her because he’s lonely, not because she’s the “one” anymore. And no one cares about that (and it’ll always be overshadowed by the ANNOYANCE OF TED IN SEASON 8-9). Robin gets together with Ted because she’s lonely, regrets many things in her life, and she knows Ted would treat her well (despite never self-reflecting that she doesn’t offer him anything because he always blindly accepted everything about her). That’s not a happy ending, nor an ending worth giving my feelings for, though admittedly more satisfactory than the original.

Overall, the show is supposed to be about how he meets the mother. How he meets his wife. How he falls in love with her. The audience is wanting to watch him fall in love. And after so many seasons of him being alone, the build up becomes grander. We want to believe that at the end of the tunnel is salvation. That this relatable, kind character will be blessed with happiness and love equal or greater to what he’s given. We like the character, and we want him to be happy. And he was never happy pining after Robin. We want to relate to his struggles, but we want him to be rewarded. We want to believe we too will be rewarded. The original ending didn’t do that. I can’t understand how anyone doesn’t understand the backlash after properly watching the show (and being a sane romantic, which should be the prime audience of this show).

So no, I will never forgive that ending.

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And just because I’m ranting,

On what I think about Robin and Barney.

I honestly don’t care if they stayed married or not. Married doesn’t solve problems between a couple. I don’t like them getting divorced from a conservative perspective, but I also don’t see them doing well in the construct of marriage (which also goes for Robin and Ted, but Robin was always portrayed as sane when with Ted. Though really, she would suck at marriage and kids. When she was with Ted, it was literally just sex. And her being his roommate showed that all non-lust side was incompatible. But I digress).

But, I dislike that the finale gave Barney a daughter as a band-aid and made it seem all right.

I can imagine Robin and Barney always fighting. I can imagine it going as far as a divorce. But I can’t imagine it getting to a point where Barney stops trying and stops caring. Because he tried throughout the seasons and he couldn’t. Why, when he gets her, would he stop. Robin never tried, and I can see her falling out of love because she’s incapable of loving (at least for everyone after Don), only of accepting love and using them as a crutch. But Barney really tried and season 8 showed it in tangible measures. While I understand that a one-way street will eventually reach a dead-end (actually I don’t think that’s true, but for the sake of a lack of a better metaphor), the fact that at that point Robin didn’t step it up makes me hate any ending that would end up with her and Ted even more. Yes, Barney was a pig. But he was able to win over the audience into making us believe that he is capable of loving someone. And Robin never did.

I can imagine Barney giving Robin space if she asked, which includes the divorce. But to try to convince us, the audience, into believing that he stopped loving her and stopped showing it in his side glances and gentle grins pisses me the fuck off. I don’t need them married, I don’t need them constantly together. But they’re a couple where I trust Barney to keep going back to as home.

Also that daughter thing—while cute in theory, Barney had an episode about his previous wing bro having knocked up a girl and being a father and it destroying his personality. I can really only imagine this as being how it winds up. I do think Barney would be a good father. And I do think that if Barney is with Robin, he would not have that chance. But I also think that Barney would always love Robin more than enough to be willing to give that up. Unlike Ted, I believe Barney if he said he’d be willing to give it all up without regretting it for the rest of his life. I hate that Barney wasn’t allowed to remain the metamorphosed character at the end of all of his character development. They had to revert all the things to give him a daughter. They didn’t even give him some sort of back story to how the hell he could fuck up the protection when he had sex with over 200 girls without issues. Yeah I’m salty about the shitty and inconsistent writing/storytelling.

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On whether I care if Tracy dies:

Not too much, because I understand that things happen. It does make me sad if we are made to think she and Ted are soulmates, only for her to die early. While I do agree that her early death and making Max her soul mate does sound cute, I refuse to believe for eternity that Robin was Ted’s soul mate, so leaving Ted without a soul mate would also piss me off about this story and basically Ted would be equivalent as Barney knocking up someone, but with a nanny that happens to be the mother of the children. So the answer is no because then we need to destroy the concept of soul mates. So this is why I would like Tracy to live, though I’m not mad at her dying.

Obviously from a storytelling perspective, it would be weird for Ted to tell his kids his whole dating history just to finally skim through his meeting with the mother and she is still alive. But really we gave no shits about why Ted was discussing all these pointless things to his kids, so that continuity isn’t needed if it destroys our hopes and ideals.

If she’s alive, it makes more sense for Ted to talk about the courtship with the mother. If she’s dead, the only reason for him to discuss all his courtships with all the other women would be..... well, in theory it makes sense to show that he’s always loved Robin, too bad that didn’t properly translate in the actual show post season 3 (like really, Robin would have needed to interfere in every relationship Ted had for it to be relevant to the betrayal ending, but that stopped after Stella and there would need to be a time skip to Victoria with inbetweens of Barney x Robin, but ultimately most of Robin’s love life could be omitted. Seriously, if that was the reason Ted was telling the story, then his storytelling skills are shit and he should be at least 65 and retired because his mind is going). And to tell the story just to be like  “I wanna date again” is also nonsense. Basically, all routes are nonsense. Shoulda just scrapped the purpose of Ted telling his sordid past into just him telling a story. Also, getting the kid actors as adults is still hilarious so I think people wouldn’t mind the kids’ continuity over a better ending. 

[atopearth]

Samurai Love Ballad Party Part 23 - Kakizaki Kageie Route

It's kinda interesting how Kageie seems to like to sleep and only do things he's interested in, yet he's obviously watching out for the heroine most of the time because he knows she's a girl. I wonder why he's being so considerate? Anyway, whilst I was thinking about what she was going to do about hiding her period in this castle that only houses men, Kageie catches her washing her cloth pad! Kageie seemed to react more softly towards her after she told him that she's pretending to be a guy so that she can protect her little brother from coming here. I wonder if his reaction means that he has a little brother too? Lmaoo at Kenshin discussing with the heroine and Kageie which acorn he should keep haha. Omggg, I didn't expect Kenshin's room filled with his treasures would cave in because of those huge rocks he got lolll. I found it kinda sweet that the heroine jumped at it wanting to protect the acorn since Kenshin treasured it so much. It was way too reckless and dangerous though, so I'm glad Kageie reacted fast enough to catch her before she fell along with everything else. I found it pretty funny how Kageie looked so dissatisfied that he would have to share his place with the heroine now, since she chose to stay with him (after the treasures etc fell and broke through her room which was under the treasure room) after the disaster. He doesn't say much, but he's pretty nice. Especially towards kids it seems~ Aww, he laid out her bed and put a cold towel on her forehead when she felt feverish~ I see, so he's experienced because he had a little brother? I wonder if he had a brother that was sickly or something so he's used to taking care of people? And maybe that's why he seems so kind and soft towards kids?

Wow, I didn't expect Kageie to actually slit the throats of those guys who were trying to rob the heroine because they knew Kenshin gave an amethyst etc to her... And his cold smile after that was pretty chilling, it seemed as if Kageie himself lives only to fulfill his duties to kill as a soldier under Kenshin and nothing else. I guess the reason why he does his best to not interact with the heroine unless necessary is because he thinks he's "too dirty" to allow himself to associate with anyone? It was kind of him to create a fire to keep the heroine warm, I think it was crazy but cute how he hugged her to keep her warm enough to fall asleep though hahaha. Kageie....is pretty extreme on the battlefield, like wow, those crazy eyes... Although Yukimura wasn't as extreme, Kageie kinda reminds me of him in a different way I guess. Yukimura sought death as a way to honour his family, but Kageie seems to seek death as a release from everything? He's so reckless but unnerved at the idea of himself dying, it hurts to watch, especially since Kagetsugu and the others obviously care about him a lot. Omg wow, did they just progress super fast?! Hahaha, anyway, when Kageie told her how he didn't care about his life after he couldn't protect something important to him, and just wants to throw it away in glory or whatever, it was painful to watch. But when the heroine asked that if he didn't care for it, could he give his life to her, it actually made me kind of happy, because it showed how much she cared and wanted him to live. The kiss and everything else was so sudden though!! Awww, Kageie does care about others despite what he says, I loved how much he blushed when Kenshin practically made him Lord of the castle while they’re away, and everyone cheered for his "promotion", but as the heroine said, the trust and love from Kenshin must have made him really happy.

I knew Kageie letting go of the sick horses would mean trouble, but I didn't think it would sprout doubt as to his possible collusion with Nobunaga due to Kageie receiving a letter of thanks from him. I wonder why Kageie didn't say anything at all to defend himself or anything though? Is this some kind of ploy to be used against Nobunaga? Honestly didn't expect him to escape prison though, and even go along with the heroine back to her family to kinda "hide". It's kinda funny though, the heroine lied that they're together hoping to be married soon to keep things less complicated, but because Kageie just sits there all day and staring listlessly and is pretty emotionless, the heroine's mother thinks he's unreliable and doesn't approve of him lol. I feel like he's the only LI the mother didn't approve of in the beginning lol. Although Kageie doesn't say much, I think when the heroine asked why he always chooses to take the short end of the stick and he answered that he always used to do it for his little brother, but now he does it just for her, my heart kinda melted lol. He's practically saying she's just as important to him as his little brother now, which means she's the most important person in his life lol. I'm happy she told him that's he's all that she has too in this life. I mean, I'm not too keen on the romance between them, but honestly, even though I knew Kageie was considerate in his own way, I never knew how much he really thought about his feelings for her and her feelings for him. When he told her that she had other good things in life and didn't need him etc, it wasn't just because he wanted to push her away from him, it was because he knew the pain of losing the most important person in your life and wanting to die over it, and he considered that the heroine might feel the same if he died, so he was worried about her. It was just so painfully considerate of him, I couldn't help but cry a bit. It was nice how he hugged her in bed before he decided to leave, and I liked how she chased after him and hugged him from behind tightly telling him to not leave. It was just sweet to see them more honest with their thoughts and feelings, but sad that it has to happen right before she might lose him forever. At least, now he seems to have some hope of wanting to live to come back and see her and ask her for her real name.

Betrayal (but not really) seems to be a common trope in the routes haha. Anyway, it's nice to see Yoshichi believe in Kageie so much that he wants to go ask him himself what's going on. The heroine would go no matter what too. I found it really sweet how Kageie was quite concerned when the good luck charm he got from the heroine way back then was frayed, so he got a maid to fix it. He's cherished it all along, he's so silly but sincere. I was so happy to hear Kageie acknowledge himself that he's Kenshin's treasure. It was really heartwarming to see that he found worth in himself. I also loved how when he fought against Katsuie, he told him that he couldn't give his life to him because he gave it to someone else already, which was the heroine when she asked him for his life if he didn't need it. I'm glad it's showing that Kageie being okay with giving his life to her really meant that he would try his best to give his everything to her if she wanted it. Kageie being MIA and then coming home to her and sleeping on her lap was so cute. I really loved it when he said "I'm home", it really felt like he was finally happy to belong somewhere with someone beside him and it melted my heart seeing him sleep so peacefully. Overall, the story isn’t one of my favourites but it wasn’t too bad. Kageie is pretty unemotional all the time so it can be a bit difficult to gauge his thoughts and emotions even when you can tell that he likes and cares for the heroine. But I think it was really nice to see little things here and there to show how deep he really cared for her and how much he thought about her. I honestly loved the part at her house when his love for her was super obvious, it’s like they finally got through to each other, it made me so happy for them haha. I’d say that the story was the most lacking since it kinda delved back into the “traitor” thing near the end that I’ve never really liked lol. I think I would have just preferred seeing Kageie learn to express himself more and treasure himself more without the need of the additional questioning his loyalty stuff which was obviously unneeded with how much he loved Kenshin lol. 

[dreams-of-wings]

Impossible (7/8)

Imagine Billy Hargrove with a Mixed/Biracial SO

Warnings: SEASON 3 SPOILERS, Swearing, mild violence, angst.

The rest of the week flies by, with Billy weaning himself away from hanging out with Tommy and Carol and more to hanging out with you.

Billy actually learned a couple things that just barely helped him scrape by on his tests.

You passed with flying colors of course.

Now y'all are in the "real world"

Billy snags a summer job as a life guard.

You got a job at the hospital as a patient escort (the hours ain't bad, and it pays good).

You visit Billy at the pool sometimes, and you both still hang out on weekends.

Tommy and Carol don't hang around him anymore (because popularity status from high school no longer matters).

You're trying to help Billy move out of his house, but getting a place of your own isn't easy, so you manage to convince your parents to let him move in with you guys.

He has to stay in the guest room and pay rent though, obviously.

Billy still hasn't moved in yet though because he wants to save a bit of money before he has to worry about paying bills.

It's a smart idea and you support him.

For the most part your Summer is just working, hanging out with friends after work, and juggling the kids (Will, Dustin till he goes to summer camp, Mike, Lucas, and Max. You don't worry about Eleven because she isn't really allowed out of her house).

One day when the kids are all hanging out at your place, Billy walks in and treats the place like he lives there.

Just walks in grabs the milk from your fridge and makes himself a bowl of Cereal, before sitting in a stool by your kitchens island.

Thay all just kinda stare at him for a moment in silence.

"What?"

"Nothing!"

Billy just rolls his eyes and finishes his bowl before getting up to go to the bathroom.

"Ah, ah! Put it in the sink!" You just happen to walk past to grab something from your parents room.

He doesn't fuss, throw a fit, or even act remotely annoyed. He just back tracks and put the bowl in the sink, filling it with warm water before continuing on his way.

Once you both are out of ear shot, Lucas mentions how he's glad the two of you are dating, because Billy's gotten a whole lot better. He's still an ass, but old Billy would have tried to scare the shit out of the kids for fun just for staring at him. New Billy was just annoyed.

Max acts like she's disgusted, not at the idea of the two of you being together, but just because Billy is her brother and she's just grossed out by the thought of him with anyone really.

"They are not dating!"

"They totally are, did you not see the way they just interacted!" Mike is whisper yelling.

"Yeah, it was actually kinda..." Lucas shrugged and looked at Mike.

"Domestic," Mike found the word Lucas was looking for.

"Nu-uh! Billy's just moving in, so he should know house rules by now." Max tried to justify what just happened, rolling her eyes and crossing her arms, before sitting back into the couch with a huff.

"That statement really doesn't help your case."

"Trust us, they're dateing."

"Who's dating?" You walk in just then.

"No one!" "Mike and Eleven!" "Max and Lucas!" They all had conflicting answers to your question.

You just raised a brow in confusion at them.

At that moment Billy steps out with his red duffle bag and heads out for work, "Forgot I left my stuff here the other night," he explains as he passes you to the door.

The kids all look at each other, 'The other night?'

"Okay, there's leftovers in the fridge!" You call as he opens the door.

Billy pauses again and backtracks, closing the door, going to the fridge, and opening it. He paused for a moment as if searching, and then he pulls out a Tupperware container with last night's dinner in it, before putting it in his duffle and heading out again, "Thanks," he opens the door, "See you later!"

"See you!" You turn and look back at the kids, "Sorry, what were you saying?"

They kinda just stare at you gobsmacked.

"Nothing."

The kids actually make it there mission for a while to prove to Max that the two of you are together, but all they succeed in doing is getting caught and threatened by Billy to "Fuck off" and "take your sick jokes elsewhere." He doesn't appreciate peeping toms, especially when they're peeping at him.

Still kinda the same old Billy, just much less dramatic.

You notice something's up with Billy though after he gets attacked by the Mind Flyer.

He seems paranoid, tense, and almost bipolar.

You ask him constantly about it when you see him, and at first he tells you its nothing.

You thought his dad found out about him trying to leave because now he doesn't come around your house anymore.

You still see him at the pool, and he'll stop by, but he never stays.

He becomes awkward in conversations, like he's there, but not completely.

You wonder if he's depressed.

Then he starts avoiding you all together after Heather goes missing (of course you didn't know that she'd gone missing).

When you manage to corner him at the pool, Billy seems to revert back to his old High School self.

He's rude and tells you he wants you to stay away from him.

You're honestly really hurt now because you've made so much progress.

He was supposed to be moving in for gods sake.

Little do you know he's just trying to protect you.

You're the last person he wants to hurt.

He's already hurt one of his coworkers.

He almost hurt Mrs. Wheeler.

But you don't know about her.

When the kids try to spy on Billy, your house is the first place they go to.

Max has been sleeping over at Elevens house the past few nights, so she doesn't know he's been actively ghosting you.

"I dont know, he's avoiding me."

They of course thought that was weird, just a few days ago he seemed so comfortable in this house and around you, and suddenly he's giving you the cold shoulder?

"Did you guys get into a fight?" Max is concerned now because she's really hoping Billy is not the host. They're looking for Billy to do very un-Billy things as proof, and this- thus us very un-Billy.

"No, one day he was fine, then the next he acts like he doesn't want to talk to me if he doesn't have to, and now he's avoiding me all together!" You're actually getting very frustrated now.

"Do you guys know something? Did something happen? Is Billy okay?"

"No nothing," You still dont know about what's been going on the past year or so. You weren't there when they caught off the Demigorgon and you weren't there for the fall of the Mind Flyr either. They had to keep it a secret, "Max just noticed he hadn't been around you lately."

"Friends don't lie," Eleven doesn't like that they were hiding Billy's life being in danger. If something happens to him, you would be hurt, and it would partially be their fault for not telling you the truth.

They try to keep Eleven quiet.

Spoiler, it doesn't work.

So they have to tell you everything that's happened since Will disappeared.

You didn't believe them at first of course, but then Eleven shows you her powers and you start to second guess yourself.

It would at least explain Billy's sudden odd behavior, and why Will acted strange after he returned.

Of course you had always blaimed it on PTSD since you didn't know what the kid had truly been through.

Now you see it's much worse than you could have imagined.

So now your in on the madness.

The next place the kids go is the pool.

Shocker, he's there.

"Its too hot outside to be wearing a long sleeve," is your contribution to their debate on whether or not Billy seems like Billy right now.

"True, but light color cloths make it a bit cooler."

Also true.

None of you could see from this distance, that Billy us sweating buckets right now.

But at least the sun isn't hitting him directly, so he skin won't burn and give him another lesion.

The boys are talking about their plan, but your too lost I thought watching Billy to notice them leave you, Max, and Eleven behind.

It was odd to think that this person you were watching wasn't really Billy. He looked like Billy, but he didn't act or think like him.

When the boys come back then fill you in on the plan.

For the most part you're just hiding with Max, but you will come in handy if the real Billy is still in there somewhere.

You show yourself alongside Max.

Billy pauses for a second, like his mind is trying to comprehend that you're a part of this.

"Why?" He actually looks vulnerable and his voice sounds broken, till it slowly contorts into a look of anger and he starts banging o the door.

Your a little unnerved.

And your having flashbacks from back in High School when you and Billy still didn't get along.

He doesn't understand why this is happening to him.

Everything was going great.

He had a job.

He was working on getting out of his father's house.

And he actually felt like he had someone he could trust.

Then you had to go and do this to him.

That's when it occured to him.

He's been treating you like shit these past few days.

And he's done terrible things

Maybe he deserves this.

That's when he screams in frustration, anger, and sadness, before he starts sobbing.

"Its not my fault...."

"Please."

"I'm sorry."

"I didn't mean to."

He's pleading to you and Max with a broken voice and a broken spirit.

For once Billy looks the way he's always felt on the inside.

Desperate, alone, and afraid.

"I'm sorry for the way I treated you."

"It's not my fault, I promise you."

You're the first to approach the door, and Max follows right behind you as she begins to question Billy.

"He made me do it."

When Max questioned him about who "he" was and what "he" made him do, Billy seemed to retreat into himself more.

The sight broke your heart.

After high school, Billy seemed better, and after he started slowly getting away from his father he actually seemed more confident- and not that fake ass peacocking he didn't in school either, like actual confidence.

But now he was fighting something he couldn't get away from.

He slowly lays down on the floor and continues to beg and plead.

He can't even say what he's done.

You almost open the door, till Mike and Eleven stop you.

Your almost on the verge of tears.

"He's my friend....."

"That's not Billy," Mike says sternly.

"He's hurt," you're trying to get them to let you open the door.

But you stop when Will tells you he can feel "him."

Mike backs of first and tells you and Max to get away from the door.

You're confused at first, but you see Billy just as he comes for the window with the piece of tile.

You push yourself away from the door, and take Max with you, saving her from being hurt by the thing posing as her bother.

When Billy manages to get out and starts hurting the kids, you call out to him.

He stops to look at you and you can see the real Billy in his eyes and in his lip that quivers slightly at the edges.

When El starts throwing him around the room all you and Max can do is hold eachother.

Billy had changed, and you all had gotten so close, and now you have to watch someone you have come to love get hurt.

It breaks your heart to see how desperately he wants to fight this thing. He's always tense, like he's trying to hold his body back, and the tear that trails down his face tells you that again, he's so sorry for what he's doing right now.

You're relieved when he runs off because it means that he can't hurt the kids, and they can't hurt him anymore.

Max is glad she at least has you with her.

Sure she has Lucas, but her friends never really liked Billy, so they don't understand why she cares so much.

You go to the hospital with the kids when Nancy and Jonathan take them along.

You pose as Mrs. Driscoll's grandchild as well.

It was terrifying seeing a pile of gore come to life and chase your friends down.

After you all got back to Eleven's house, you can't stop pacing up and down, and you're just making Max more on edge.

I mean who could blame you though.

Those guys at the hospital who turned to mush were under that monsters control, so what was keeping it from doing the same thing to Billy?

What if he dies a horrible painful death? And you can't be there with him?

Max tries to reassure you that everything will be alright.

After all, they've beaten this thing before.

Though it does sound more like she's trying to convince herself more than she is trying to convince you.

You sit down when Max and Mike get into an argument about Eleven. Honestly, after the night you've had, you've just realized how physically, emotionally, and mentally drained you are. You didn't even think you've slept in almost 24 hours - the kids came to your house, you went with them to the pool, you watched Billy till the end of the day when his shift ended, trapt him in the sauna (mind you it was already dark when the Sauna Test went down), craziness happened, went to Eleven's place so she could find Hopper and they could fill him in on what's going on (because apparently the Sharif is in on this madness too), and that's when Nancy and Jonathan arrived with their information on Mrs. Driscoll, and now your here.

Maybe it's been a little more than 24 hours... Perhaps you should lay down...

Meanwhile, Billy is off doing God knows what.

He's trapt in his own mind - completely aware of what's happening but he's unable to do anything about it.

This monster has taken control of him from the inside and the first few days it at least seemed like he had some semblance of control - like he was driving and the monster was sitting in the back seat telling him what to do. Of course at that point he didn't have to listen, but then it started showing him things. It migrated to shotgun and started messing with the steering wheel.

Now it just feels like it's in the driver's seat, but he's bound and gagged in the back passenger seat where he can at least see everything.

It was hard hurting those kids. He had promised Max he would never hurt her friends again, and honestly, because of you he and his little sister had grown closer, and he's actually been relatively happy. He had just been starting to think that maybe, just maybe, Hawkins wasn't so bad and he could stay.

Then shit hit the fan.

He had never seen you so afraid of him in the time he has known you. Not even when you both didn't get along in high school. Back then, you had more of a rebellious fire in your eyes, and no matter what he did to try and snuff it- to make you afraid of him, it only seemed to feed the fire. But back in the sauna...you looked petrified, unsure, on edge, afraid.

Ironic how now that he desperately wants to protect you and Max, you're both can't trust him.

Why is he like this?

Why does he always screw things up?

His mom left him.

His dad hates him.

He was a fuck up all throughout school.

He had shitty friends who, let's be honest, weren't really even his friends.

He hurt- maybe even indirectly killed his coworker.

He almost killed Karen. Oh God, Mrs. Wheeler. He regrets trying to get her to meet him at the hotel. He doesn't even have feelings for her - he just thought she was hot and wanted to get laid, and by an older woman at that. In fact, he had been on his way to meet her when he was attacked.

And now he's probably lost you and Max.

He feels utterly and terribly alone.

When you wake up, it's to the sound of El screaming. She's freaking out because of the vision she just had of talking to Billy.

The conversation about what she just saw was very sobering. You are wide awake now that the possibility of death looms over you, and the sound of screeching from the approaching monster in the distance doesn't help.

It found you.

You all get the house ready - shut the windows, close the blinds, block off possible openings and stand back to back.

You would feel much safer in a basement.

When it comes through the windows, you help Jonathan fight it off to the best of your ability, but you both end up getting thrown around the room.

Thank whatever supernatural being put El on this earth, because you all would have died without her.

Fast forward to you all going to Starcourt Mall

You help Eleven walk because she's injured, and since Steve isn't here, you're mom now.

Apparently everyone was somehow already on to fishy stuff happening? But what do Russians have to do with anything?

You're so worried about El, that bite looks bad. Like, infected bad, but it can't have been more than an hour or two since she got it, so it can't have progressed that quick.

You know something isn't right.

And you are proven correct when you see something wriggling around in the wound.

Props to El, for being so strong when Johnathan tried to remove that nasty thing, and then removing it herself.

They would have had to knock you the fuck out first if that were you- all the nope.

You all know what happens.

Part 8 will hopefully be the end. Idk we'll see, maybe I will get carried away and make it too long and then their will be 9 lol.

Like I did with this imagine. It was only supposed to be one part, but here we are going on 8.

I apologize for this part following season 3 so closely. As you all can tell I like to at least try and make my own content so it doesn't just feel like you're reading the show, and I think my struggles reflect on this part a bit. I have seen season 3 at least 4 times now because I was trying to find a way do this without just basically rewriting the season with the reader patched into it, but it was either this, have the reader just kinda loose contact with Billy and then find out he's "dead" (my denial is showing), or have reader become one of the flayed (let's be honest, not much would probably go on there). Plus this option has the most angst I feel.

Hope y'all are ready for the angst in the next part.

[sergeanttpoliteness]

➹embroidered hearts➹(ps4 peter parker x reader)

Requested by anon➝  hi! idk if you’re taking requests right now, but if you are, do you think you could write something for ps4 peter parker? maybe like a friends to lovers thing. thanks!

You just... really liked to disappear, huh? To vanish, slip from his fingers. Except that this time Peter found you, caught you before you left once again, which may have just been exactly what you needed.

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a/n: holy wowowow, this isn’t a false alarm, y’all-- i actually posted! i’m sososo happy i finally did, and i’m really sorry about how long it took me to do so. school drained all my motivation but exams just finished this friday so i decided to get this done once and for all. i’m shocked that i finally liked something i wrote this month, it’s progress (’: anyway, here’s something for 1 pretty boy whom i love very much, i hope the nonnie who requested it likes it! (: also i had a terrible allergy while editing this so if there are any mistakes pls know that it’s hard to write while sneezing every five seconds. hope this week is great for you bc u deserve it, ok, ily that’s it adios (last thing lol, expect some noir stuff next and that beter sequel eye emoji)

Twenty minutes. Twenty minutes since you told him you were going to the bathroom with a wavering smile, and you were nowhere to be seen. Peter set his empty glass of water on the table for the third time— God, he experienced a déjà vu that left him stumped and everything, and as he watched the crystal liquid stream from the pitcher, he could also sense his bladder protesting against all the suffering he kept putting it through. Nonetheless, he simply thanked the waiter for the refill, or else he was sure that if he didn’t continue drowning himself, the disquiet abounding in his system as a result of your unknown whereabouts would strangle him with its unnerving claws. Perhaps the entrance dish bombarded your stomach (if so, then he hoped you were alright), or the toilet devoured you and swallowed you down the drain. Two-year-old him never trusted the porcelain seat, after all (it... was an actual fear of his, actually). However, past all those justifications and silly fears, he knew something wasn’t right, for there existed no chance you’d simply vanish just like that after the anxiety for tonight nearly eroding you alive, and you wouldn’t surrender an opportunity for a promotion... right?

He scanned the party room, through the many dresses and tuxedos either standing by still or swaying together, awkwardness raining over and staining his skin when he recalled he was the last remaining person in the table after everyone else retired to chat with other fancy people. He surely didn’t fit in that category, neither was he acquainted with anyone — he wasn’t even invited, for crying out loud, rather you were the reason for his attendance; still, you weren’t there. He considered possibly checking the bathroom to make sure you seriously hadn’t died, because you weren’t answering any of his calls and... oh, no.

Your boss walked on stage and tapped the microphone, a muffled thud reverberating through the speakers. “Good evening, everyone! I’m glad the night’s been such a lovely one, I hope you’re all having a great time.” The man — Peter couldn’t remember his name, honestly — spoke, a charismatic grin that paraded his astonishing dental care on his face. Though no alluring smile impeded Peter from panicking further or his limbs from driving him out of his chair and into the tight space in between a cluster of intimidating guests, looking identical to a little kid who couldn’t find his parents at the supermarket.

“Where are you, Y/N?” He muttered to himself, a question he’d reiterated in his head far too often for the past seven months. A haze of amazement and disbelief encompassed his brain when you called him to ask to come as his date— all he could do was blink, his throat clogged up and his heart so unbelieving as if you died and had risen from your tomb, but you might as well have and he wouldn’t have even known, because it’s what it seemed following such a tediously long time of dead silence, of not seeing that lopsided grin of yours, of nothing. It should’ve pushed him away, if anything, although how could it? How could his stunned little heart let you go after you’d embroidered yourself into it, sewn the threads, a perennial string that led back to you, the first day you met? And yet you still gripped it closely, unwilling to detach as he desperately dialed your number again, his stomach diving faster down to the Earth’s core whilst your boss’ speech went on and a high-pitched beep rang in his ear. ‘The person you have called is unavailable right now...’ Not a good sign. No, most definitely not.

“However, I’d like to invite on stage a person who we appreciate greatly in the company,” ‘The person you have called is un—’ Peter hung up, over that goddamn message that always appears to torment him, and grimaced as your boss studied the crowd with proud eyes. “Please, a big round of applause for Y/N Y/L/N!”

The room exploded with sophisticated cheering, but it declined gracelessly, the clapping stuttering, fully ceasing when the moments dragged on and no one entered the spotlight. The leader squinted, visibly distressed, brows perplexed as he leaned closer to the lady beside him. “Y/N... did make it tonight, correct?” He whispered too loudly, gossip escalating in the audience. Peter bit his lip, stepping back closer to the exit door until a rough hand clutched his sleeve. 

“Hey, you’re Y/L/N’s boyfriend, right?” An older man with fuming blue eyes and a bald spot questioned, spit flying but thankfully not anywhere near Peter who sputtered, chest warming up when his tongue failed him, became tangled in his mouth.

“Wha... n-no, we’re just friends—”

 “I don’t care. Listen, if that idiot is not here right now then I’m gonna be in deep shit.”

Peter’s brows furrowed with anger, “Hey, shut up, man— Y/N’s not an idiot.” He snapped, but the guy barely flinched and rolled his eyes as he let go of the taller young man. 

“Just do something!” He hissed, equally as bitter and prodding his chest before disappearing into the crowd.

Peter opened the double doors and sped down the hallway straight to the bathrooms with a sour mood; however, before he knocked, a figure outside the window captivated him and calmed his hammering heartbeat. It... couldn’t be you. Why would you be out there? He surveyed the area, and when he saw no sign of another person or any security cameras, he unfastened the window’s lock and slid it open.

Could he have gone outside like a normal human being? Yeah, sure, except that— first — where’s the fun in that, and second, he didn’t want to walk all the way to the other side of the building— it was an emergency, or at least that’s the excuse he’d use if anyone caught him as he landed softly on the grass. It was indeed you, he realized, sat on a bench, observing nothing in particular unless the building under construction across the street held any trace of beauty in your eyes. He stopped a few feet away from you, mouth twitching. “Is this seat taken?”

You almost jumped into space and out of orbit, your neck whipping around, large frightened eyes gradually lightening when they took him in. There it was. That lopsided grin, unchanging from when you were a sophomore in college apart from the darker under eye circles. And there was his own shy smile, too, accompanied by the blush that stained his face, like red wine spilled over a tablecloth. “Yes, actually, by my imaginary friend Pedro.” You patted the area beside you, on the supposed Pedro’s knee, and he sneaked his hands inside his blazer’s pockets, feigning disapproval.

“You exchanged me for a Pedro?”

“He’s a nice guy.” You giggled as he sat down next to you, your stare fixed on your lap. “Let me guess: I messed up the night and that’s why you’re looking for me.” You said, playfulness faltering and insecurity peeking its head in, and he noticed how it sculpted your expression and body language with its discouragement. 

“Not exactly, no. I was still going to look for you, but a jerk who called you an idiot really needed me to do so.” He grumbled, irritation returning as a combo along with remembrance of the incident. You didn’t reach, though; you solely raised your eyebrows, unruffled, your friend more afflicted albeit he wasn’t the one who was called an idiot. 

“A short guy that kinda looks like an odd mix between John Stamos and Danny Devito?” You queried. Peter rebuilt the man’s appearance in his head, and you had to laugh at his raw shock when he recognized the accuracy of your comparison. He... really did look like that, seriously, it’s the most bizarre combination you could think of. “Yeah, that’s Jonathan. We’re not exactly best pals.”

“I kinda figured that out, Stavito didn’t look so happy.” A smile flourished on his countenance as quickly as a match is set alight after you cackled, your hand flying up to your mouth to mute your laughter.

“Stavito? Man, now he’s gonna hate me even more because I’m never gonna stop using that one.” You shook your head, rubbing your crinkled eyes. He hummed, loosening his tie, wearing a crooked grin that you fathomed meant incoming pain for you—

“He’s gonna stab-ito you!”

Jesus Christ. You let out a drawn-out breath and picked up your legs, expression similar to a parent seeing their kid’s report card. “I hate you. This friendship’s on hold until further notice.”

“It was a great pun!”

“Was not.” You objected, although both of your bodies shook with hilarity. He looked at you, the moon painting silver strokes on your tranquil frame, the delight in him for just being by your side too much that his stare lingered; though not for long, for your attention strayed up to him and his eyes immediately shifted down to his hands, his leg restless, bustling.

“Why are you out here? We could’ve left if that’s what you wanted.” He said, brows knitted. You changed to a cross-legged position, rolling your lips.

“I originally was just going to take a five-minute stroll, but once I sat down here, I just couldn’t go back inside.” You confessed, shrugging. Gloom reemerged, drooping the corners of your lips, striking a spike of ice in your gut— the frost trickled up and down your body, goosebumps of sorrow growing over your skin. “I’m sorry I’m such a terrible friend. Jonathan’s right: I am an idiot.” You whispered.

He held in his breath, blank on what to say. “Why would you think that?”

You snorted, expression unamused. “They’re facts, Pete. Good friends don’t just… fall off the face of Earth without a warning.”

“I’m… sure you had your reasons.”

“They weren’t good reasons, though. I should’ve at least told you something. But I bet it was nice to get a break from me, huh?” You joked, hurt and self-doubt seeping through your voice.

He frowned, immediately denying with his head. “Why would I want to get a break from you? Y/N, we don’t even get to see each other that much. If anything, I…” He halted, gulping. “I-I want to see you more.” He admitted quietly.

Your bewilderment was dim but still present as you ran your hand up and down your arm. “You’re dumb. You could spend your time with people who are actually great but you want to spend it with me.”

“Yeah, well, if I am dumb so what? I still wouldn’t change my mind.” He argued, a line in between his brows. You sighed, sliding down the metal seat, your eyes shut as you tilted your head back. 

“Peter, stop, you don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“I do, though. I mean, yeah, it… it hurt a bit,” Peter raised one shoulder, aware that it hurt more than just ‘a bit’. “I thought you decided to break contact, but it’s okay, really.”

“Give yourself some love, it’s not okay that I hurt you like that.” You momentarily put your hand on his, repentance etched on your features. “You didn’t deserve that.”

“We’re talking again, though, that’s all that matters.” He brushed you off, raising up to his feet. The guilt still held you, played with you like a doll, but the reassuring quirk of the corner of his mouth somewhat relieved it. “We should go back inside, don’t want you catching a cold or Stavito getting fired.”

“He’s not gonna get fired, he’s just way too over dramatic.” You grunted, showing your clear distaste for the John Stamos and Danny Devito love child. Peter lent out his hand but you blinked at it, chuckling uncomfortably. “Don’t you rather stay out a bit more? The sky looks great tonight— I can see a few more stars than usual.” You pointed at the dark blanket of nebulae and astral bodies. He glanced up, close to dropping to the ground to inspect the night sky until he heard the stifled music from the party.

“We can stargaze once the event’s over.” He promised, gesturing with his head to the building. It was then when he distinguished the dread in your eyes.

“...Are you sure you don’t want to do it now? What if it gets too cloudy?”

He narrowed his eyes. “Is everything alright? Why don’t you want to go back in there?”

You tried to utter another excuse, but you couldn’t. The ire at yourself made your hands tremble, set your mouth in a hard line as you were incapable of looking right at him, the humiliation far too much.

“I hate my job.”

Peter sat back down, staring at you, his expression sad. “You know, I spent the entirety of high school and started college with this idea of what I wanted my future to be like. But now that I did it, now that I’m actually there, I’m so… bored with everything. I don’t know what to do. Like, what am I supposed to do now? Go to work and what else? Because if that’s all there is to my life, I don’t know why I should even bother with it.”

“Don’t say that.”

“Peter what am I doing?” You scoffed, scowling. “Look at me: what the hell am I bringing to the world? You’ve got FEAST, and just got that job with Otto Octavius— you’re… so amazing and will do so many great things. The world needs you. I need you. We all do.” You mumbled, voice breaking.

His sight gravitated down to your lonely hand that rested so near to his, that had the string running from his heart encircled around its ring finger, beckoning him closer. His fingers reached out slowly, hesitantly, with great fear. But he wound up grazing your hand, and then he fully wrapped his own around it— around the artist that sewed a handiwork of untouchable adoration into him. “But what if I...” He began, struggling to come clean. “What if I...” He saw your anticipating gaze.

“I need you, too.” He whispered.

Your view averted down to your linked hands and then up at the boy unknowing that he, just like you had to him, had tailored a piece of himself in you long ago. You hugged him. Crumbled, snuggled deep into him, allowing yourself to accept that hand reaching out to you, to surrender to comfort. He hugged you back with as much gentleness and warmth, his chin on top of your head. “You should give yourself some love, too.” He murmured and you let out air through your nose, agreeing with him. “You’ll find your way because you’re incredible, alright? I just wish you could see that.”

Seven months weren’t eons, Peter acknowledged, but perhaps they could be; perhaps they were enough to view everything differently, past that veil that cloaked his eyes, past the doubt and uncertainty, because there was something distinctive in your familiar smile when you pulled away. Something unusual as you sat straight, your eyes drifting sideways to him. “I guess we can help each other with that self-love thing.” You suggested.

He got the hint in your voice, and all of a sudden, he figured out what that something was; but he didn’t want to accept the truth that crashed against him when he realized that it wasn’t new. No, it’d been there all along.

He could try to believe.

“Maybe we could, uh, we could go out for dinner some… some time. Get started with some good food, y’know…” His tone was quiet and he couldn’t have resembled better a nervous teenage boy asking his crush to dance on prom night as he wrinkled his nose in embarrassment.

You faked a cynical expression, despite already knowing the answer in your soul. “Some time?”

“Or never, if that’s what you prefer.” He laughed tensely, his eyes growing wide when he turned his head and cursed at himself internally. You smiled to yourself, moving a strand of hair out of your face.

“How about tonight?”

“Tonight? Like…” He checked his wristband, only to remember it wasn’t a watch. “...tonight? What about the event—”

“Forget the event,” You stood up, and now you were the one stretching out your hand to him. “C’mon, let’s look for some restaurants because why not, am I right?”

Peter clutched your hand, the contentment a welcomed compensation for all those months of not seeing you.

“Yeah, why not?”

[amaranthinerose42]

So Ghosts are real

or at least waves of negative energy. Whether they’re man-made or spirits that can affect us. 

So not everyone wins the lottery when you get set up with housemates. Sometimes they’re strange, annoying and don’t understand boundaries. Sometimes they’re mean. Sometimes they’re quick to judge. Sometimes they turn out to be the kind of person who just exuberates negative vibes, man. I had the luck of all three in my final semester at san francisco state. Mix those all together with someone who is a chicken when it comes to confrontation, me, and you get domestic troubles. To keep people anonymous I’m going to refer to each housemate to their sun sign. We had a Leo and Aries sharing one room, Pisces and Capricorn (me) sharing another and then the Aquarius. 

This strange roommate with a lack of boundaries, the Aquarius, had her own room. Funny enough she never closed her door and had a habit of waltzing into our rooms without permission. I put her down as quirky, annoying, and someone I’d have to tolerate. The others found her behavior as offensive, horrifying, making them (and I quote) ‘Prisoners in our own home’ that it was ‘the most traumatic shit they’ve ever experienced’. It wasn’t a fun experience, and I felt bad for the girl. She did have some mental stuff that hindered her to understand certain social situations and what is polite living with near strangers. She’d change her clothes with her door open, not shower apparently (my room wasn’t close enough to hers but my housemates said the smell was unbearable) Things got real personal real fast with her. She’d talk and talk and constantly jump from one inappropriate topic to the next. 

As a person with my own social anxiety, I still tried to understand her point of view, respond, be generally kind and polite to her. The others were So good at acting polite toward her I was worried I was the one getting impatient and might snap at her. But then one weekend she went home. They went off. From that weekend on, for the next two weeks, they’d treat her like a monster in our house. They’d leave the living room the moment she’d come home from class. 

Anyway, one night one of the girls, the Aries, in the other room invited us all except the Aquarius to go with them to see this opera thing at the baseball field. It was mostly to get out of the house. I accepted because it seemed like a fun thing. I honestly didn't want to get involved in their drama. They just talked shit about her all day. As a gullible person, I was starting to lean toward their side. But now it’s likely a lot of the little things they said she did sounded like made up childish bullying to make her seem more gross. 

Things got bad enough that we had made a list of complaints and sent it to our RA to help us deal with her. There were certain things she straight up did/didn’t do like help pay for toilet paper, take peoples kitchen supplies, take peoples food. So our RA decided it was a good idea to email everyone in the house that “I see things aren’t going too well, we’re going to have a meeting on friday to discuss things”. We thought this was risky, but it being a wednesday we thought whatever, it’ll be taken care of in two days. Then the RA cancelled. Moved it to monday. Saturday was the opera night.  

So, we went to this opera thing and they purposely didn’t invite her. It was a fine night but I could tell I was starting to get sick, we were out in the cold. Then we went back home. Here are the following events from my perspective: 

As we were coming back home into the building I asked the Aries, the one who invited us out if I could have some of her tea, as i was starting to feel unwell. She said sure of course and brought me to her stash. It was nearly midnight when I had my cup. 

I then started to get ready for bed, exhausted. I had to walk over to their side of the apartment to get my toiletries. From where I stood, the Aquarius saw me with her door wide open. She asked me how the night went, had her usual cheery attitude. I responded, kinda downplayed it to make it seem not that interesting. Then I left to go to the restroom. A few minutes later, I was exiting the restroom with my PJ’s on when I see the Aries and the Leo leaving the apartment. 

“What’s going on?” I ask.

The Aries, with a peeved out of patience lilt, “My room just got raided.”

“Raided?”

“Yeah.” She nodded, saying it in a way that indicates with both know what just happened, “We’re going to the housing office.” And they left. 

Being curious, I went to their room and peaked in. The Leo’s side was fine, but the Aries side seemed a little messy. It does seem like her stuff had been looked through, but nothing broken or too crazy. The Aquarius’s door was shut. I went to bed not knowing what else to do. Pisces was asleep. I laid there for like five minutes when Leo called and told me to bring everyone and come down to have an emergency house meeting. I thought I needed to wake up the Aquarius and she wasn’t answering when I knocked on her door so I called her. 

She was crying when she answered, told me she was already down there and apologized. I just say it’s ok, said me and Pisces will be down there in a sec and hang up. God I just remember thinking this was all so stupid and childish. 

So we had this meeting, Aquarius was in a separate room because she was screaming and crying. The other four of us tired, listening to Aries and Leo explain what happened. 

So apparently when they came home, Aries found her stuff moved, rummages through, some of her things thrown into the trashcan, objects misplaced. Aquarius is inconsolable, saying she’s innocent. But the only other person was Pisces and Aquarius would have seen her do it with her door open. Pisces also had no motive. 

After Aries had seen the scene on her side of the room she called her parents and angrily expressed what she believed to be true, that Aquarius had done this. That she felt safe and said something along the lines of “Guess I’m getting murdered tonight” Aquarius, leaving her door open had overheard this, approached Aries and said very defensively “Do you have a problem with me?!”

They talked as if they had a screaming match. I heard none of this. 

Anyway, the Aquarius was effectively getting kicked out and moved to a separate housing until Monday when we could have an actual mediation when she is more calm.  At first the housing people felt bad for her, but as the night progressed, hours later we could tell they seemed to be kind of unnerved by her. 

The next two days we “celebrated”. Drank a little, got food together. Monday happened. I wrote a little message and presented it to the Aquarius. Essentially saying that we didn’t deal with this right, we should’ve just talked to you more, but breaking into someones room and messing with their things is pushing an unforgivable line and now we just feel unsafe. The rest just listed off the things that bothered them. I almost didn’t say what I wrote, she seemed already so distraught. She started crying after I read my note. The others were ready to kill her they were so angry.

And then it was over...? She had to come back a few days later to pack up her things and officially move out.