#because honestly my luck was pretty unbelievable

[sofmoth]

Smooth Stuff

for her birthday, @strang3lov3 challenged me to write dennis reynolds, and to use his DENNIS system on the reader. naturally i’m nervy because who can do dennis but glenn howerton honestly??? and genuinely not to suck myself off but i feel like i met the brief LMAO

this is for all us dennisfuckers, dennisfucker nation stand up!!!

also posted to AO3 by me (@sofmoth), link here.

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dennis reynolds x reader. WC: 2.3k

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HEED ALL WARNINGS:

DEAD DOVE: DO NOT EAT. dennis is a literal sociopath, dennis is manipulative, dennis manipulates reader for sex, dubcon, reader is psychologically tortured, sober sex with a drunk person, reader gets drunk, canon-typical dennisisms, no confirmed relationship, use of the DENNIS system, smut. once more for the cheap seats, DEAD DOVE: DO NOT EAT.

“My name’s Dennis, I’m collecting donations for the Boys & Girls Club.”

That’s how it started. He’d come in to ask if there were any old toys your store was about to throw out, and if you would consider donating them instead. Unfortunately not, you’d told him, but you were pretty sure you had a phone number he could call and he might have some luck with that. You’d written it down on a Post-It for him with the name of the person he should ask for, and then you handed him a Post-It with your name and number. You’d never been so bold before; something about him inspired that in you.

He called you every other night, and you talked for a few hours each time. It felt like nothing, talking to Dennis was as easy as breathing. He was charming, and funny, and he actually listened to you bitch about the day you had at work instead of interrupting every 38 seconds to talk about himself. Friday night, near the end of your call, he asked if you’d ever been to a restaurant called Guigino’s. He’ll be taking you on Sunday.

You don’t know why you’re so nervous walking to the restaurant with him; you’ve gotten pretty comfortable with him over the phone. He can probably sense your anxiety, hooking his arm into yours as you walk. You hear it before you see it, Dennis groans and you look up. A sign on the door reads CLOSED, and Dennis holds his face in his hand. He sighs, biting the inside of his cheek.

“Unbelievable, I’m sorry. How about we take a rain check on this? We can grab a pizza or something and head back to my place, watch a movie? My roommate’ll be there but he keeps to himself. If that’s okay with you, of course.” You hum, bite your lip.

“Okay. It’s still Italian.” You stifle a nervous giggle and Dennis chuckles, wrapping his arm over your shoulder as you continue down the street.

As the apartment door opens you can see a man sitting on the couch, reading a book with the TV barely on. He must be Dennis’s roommate. Dennis clears his throat.

“Hey man. Do you mind taking that to your room? The restaurant was closed, we’d like to… y’know, get to know each other a bit. In private.”

“I’m not going in there.” Dennis’s jaw twitches.

“Why not?”

“I saw a black widow. I’m not going back in there.”

Dennis sighs, looks over at you.

“I mean, I guess we could take this to my room? Eat on the bed, watch a DVD in there?” You nod and he relaxes, smiling at you.

You sit on top of his covers with the pizza box between you, eating absently as you attempt to follow the movie. You’re not entirely sure what it is, but you think you recognize a few of the actors. You feel Dennis’s knee touch yours, looking over at him.

“Pretty good pizza.” He closes the box.

“Not the only good thing I’m looking at.”

God damn, does he fuck. You almost feel bad for his roommate, though the thought is immediately pushed from your mind as the head of his cock borderline bruises your cervix. His hand on your throat stifles your moans, your eyes roll back from the sensation. You’re practically folded in half, knees pressed closer to your shoulders than you ever thought possible, your arms around his neck as he kisses you messily.

Your legs start to tremble, toes curling as you feel the tension building in your belly. You knot your fingers in his hair, tugging hard as your back arches into his chest and you begin to see stars. He doesn’t slow down, if anything he fucks you harder, tears pricking at your lashes as the stimulation toes the line of too much. You silently thank God he had condoms, glad he won’t have to pull out and finish on you. His pace falters, hips stuttering as he grates out a near-rapturous “Oh, fuck.” 

He pants against your neck, wincing as he pulls out. You prop yourself up on your elbows, legs still shaking You look him up and down, the sheen of sweat on his forehead and the wild look in his eyes nearly doing you in again. He tosses the spent condom down into the wastebasket by his nightstand, pulling his boxers up and laying on his back next to you. You look over at him, raising an eyebrow. He raises one back at you.

“Oh, really?”

The next evening after work, you find one of your tires almost completely deflated. You groan, inspecting the rubber and locating a sizable screw lodged between the treads. Fucking fantastic. You sigh, chewing on your lip. You’ve only been talking with him for a little over a week, and you don’t want to seem too needy, but you call Dennis anyway. Maybe he’ll be able to give you a ride to the auto shop at least.

He’s there in no time, happy to help. He even offered to change the tire for you. As he stands he wipes his hands on his jeans, kissing you quickly before replacing the jack in your trunk. You feel your cheeks heating up, a grin tugging at the corner of your mouth.

“I’ve got some stuff to do this week, so how about we go to Guigino’s next week?”

“Sounds good to me. You free that Friday?” He smiles at you.

“Yes, I am. How does 7 sound?”

“That’ll be great. Give me a call when you’ve got time, I’ll see you.” You enter your car, starting the engine as he backs away and raises a hand to you.

You notice he watches you leave the parking lot before leaving himself. That’s the first time any man has bothered to make sure nothing else happened to you. Dennis calls that night, you talk for a bit before you both decide to go to bed. The next two days follow the same routine, but the third day he doesn’t call. You feel a bit dejected, and by 8:30 you’re two glasses of wine deep, nearly ready to go to bed. Your phone rings and you’re wide awake again, picking up without checking the caller ID.

“Hello?” You’re met only with the sound of heavy breathing. “Hello? Who is this?”

“I know where you are, you dirty slut. I’m gonna gut you like a fish.”

You hang up, throwing the phone almost across the living room. Your hands shake and you stand slowly, walking carefully over lest it ring and be the same man on the other end again. You call Dennis, and as he picks up you can’t control your tears attempting to explain what just happened. He arrives at your apartment shortly, holding you on the couch as you try to calm down. He offers to stay the night and you insist he doesn’t have to, he insists he wants to if it’ll make you feel safer. You gratefully accept.

Your week is filled with mishaps and threatening calls, notes left on your car in your apartment and work lots. You tell him the only person you can think of who would do this to you is your batshit crazy ex, so Dennis comes to visit for a bit most evenings. Dennis has to cancel your plans for Guigino’s, and as he leaves he kisses you at the door with a promise that he’ll call you.

He doesn’t call. You try to only call him once a day, leaving simple and short voicemails. The threatening calls start again and you try to get ahold of Dennis, still to no avail. You spend the next week almost too afraid to set foot outside, but you have obligations that must be met, phone stalker or not. By the end of the week you’ve given up. You didn’t expect this from him, don’t know what prompted it. You can’t tell whether you were too clingy, or perhaps you weren’t paying him the attention he deserved. You sit on your couch, already down three glasses of wine and working on your fourth when a knock on your door startles you.

You lean against the peephole, trying to make out who it is. Dennis. You groan quietly, holding your face in your hands. You sigh deeply, pulling the door open to face him directly. His shoulders are slack, he looks sad.

“Can I come in?” You gesture him inside, he sits on the couch and eyes the wine bottle. “I know I’ve been distant. I’m sorry.”

You sit next to him, picking up your wine glass and finishing it in one long swig.

“I just wanted to explain myself. Listen, I was being a coward. I was afraid. I’ve had my heart broken so many times, and you’re too good for me. I was scared it was gonna happen again and I was gonna lose the best thing that’s happened to me in ages, so I did a really shitty thing and cut you out before you could do it to me. That was awful of me.”

You rub your temple, sighing through your nose as he talks.

“I… I’m not afraid of that anymore. I thought about it really hard, and being away from you this week has been killing me. I wanna be with you. I love spending time with you and talking to you, when I have a bad day getting to talk to you makes it feel like it never even happened. Please, give me another chance.”

Maybe it’s the wine, maybe it’s the stress you’ve been under, but the sincerity in his eyes knocks down every emotional barricade you put up. How exactly you got into bed with him is a blur, but you remember Dennis pulling you up at some point as you made out on the couch. This isn’t like the first time you fucked him, he’s taking his time with you now.

Your eyelids flutter as he lays kisses to your neck and chest, peeling your shorts away as you toss your tank top across the room. You can’t keep your hands off of him, fingers digging into the flesh of his back as he removes his shirt. He kisses you deeply, you hear the harsh sound of his zipper and he pulls away for a moment to remove his jeans. He’s back over you in an instant, hips grinding into yours evenly.

You make out slowly, fingers tangled in each other’s hair as he continues dry humping you. His pace begins quickening, his breathing becoming shallow. You’re both getting desperate, and you push his hand down to the waistband of your panties. He removes them without hesitation, pulling away from you once again only to push down his boxers. He reaches over to your nightstand, fishing around in the drawer for a condom.

You could cry when you finally feel him push inside you, the slow roll of his hips into yours making your eyes nearly cross and your back arch. One arm holds him up just above your torso, his other hand grips your hip. You can feel his teeth and tongue on your neck and clavicle, whining at the soft bites he lays down. The hand on your hip comes up to your chest and you gasp as he squeezes, his thumb grazing your nipple as he wraps his lips around the other. The wet heat drives you fucking crazy; you bite down on your own hand to ground yourself.

Your hips start to sting, you don’t even know how long you’ve had your legs spread at this point. Dennis doesn’t seem anywhere near tired or finished, his speed increased and his grip on your skin even firmer. You wrap your legs around his waist, he moans openly and fucks you harder. It still isn’t as hard as your first hookup, but you imagine this is what finding religion feels like. You feel his hand snake down between your bodies, gasping at the sensation of his thumb circling your clit.

Your eyes start to water, breathing becoming jerky as you wrap your arms around his neck to pull him closer. His pelvis slams against yours, the speed and friction only pushing you closer to your orgasm. You whimper; the rubber band is about to snap, your stomach tenses and your thighs twitch. Dennis kisses you, hard, pounding into you and stopping abruptly. Your whine becomes a broken moan as he focuses his attention on your clit, tears falling as your entire body stiffens and relaxes from the relief your orgasm brings.

You moan again into his mouth and he continues fucking into you, and you can tell he’s close. Courteous, too. His speed is unrelenting, plowing into you so forcefully it almost hurts. He buries his cock inside you one final time, pressing his face into your tits and moaning raggedly. You almost wish you could feel him cum inside you, curious to experience the sensation. Dennis pants against your chest, squeezing your hip as you release his waist from the confinement of your calves.

He doesn’t move, holding his cock inside of you for what feels like hours. By the time he pulls out, you’re wracked by a wave of exhaustion. You can barely keep your eyes open, only vaguely aware of his movements  as he throws away the condom and pulls the blankets over you both. You feel him stroke your hair and press a kiss to your cheek, and you think you hear him say something but you can’t quite understand him.

Your alarm scares you awake, on your one day off no less. You reach behind yourself, feeling only the mattress under your palm. You sit up, confused, listening for the sound of Dennis moving around anywhere in your apartment. The entire place is silent. You pull on enough clothes to cover yourself, walking to your window to look into the parking lot and searching for Dennis’s car. You don’t see it anywhere. You try to call him, immediately you’re met with the telltale chime ready to inform you you’ve dialed a disconnected phone number.

“Douchebag” doesn’t even begin to describe that motherfucker.

[valentine6athena]

Dabi with a Witch s/o

This is my first time posting on here but I’m a witch and the burnt boi brainrot is REAL

CW: 18+ dom! Reader, sub! Character, witchcraft, love spells, 🍃, violence, curses/hexes, wax play, chastity cages, milking,

He’s so confused when you tell him you’re a witch 😭 he’s like ‘huh??? Like you mean your quirk??’ But once you explain it to him he doesn’t really care tbh.

Doesn’t understand why he’s so infatuated with you?? He honestly thinks you cast a love spell on him and you’re like ‘Nah hon, I’m just that good.’

Once y’all actually get together he’s at your beck and call, need something for a ritual? He’s already digging through your kitchen looking for it. Need to light a candle? He’s got a fire quirk for a reason. And if you accidentally spill some hot wax on his chest well then that’s just a bonus 🤷‍♀️

Shigaraki asks what that weird design sewed into his jacket is, he simply shrugs and replies ‘dunno, guess my s/o got bored.’ You overhear and decide that he doesn’t need to know that ‘weird design’ is a protection sigil to keep him safe during battle.

Is very confused when he finds a jar sealed with wax in his jacket pocket, so he looks up the ingredients that he can see inside and does not like the way his stomach fills with butterflies when he reads that they’re common ingredients in protection and good luck spells.

After constantly joking about it, you ask if you can actually put a love spell on him to strengthen yalls bond, he agrees because he honestly doesn’t expect it to affect him, not that he doesn’t believe in you or your abilities, but because he already loves you so much, he didn’t believe he could feel anymore love for you than he already did.

And plus he’s not gonna complain when you have him on his back, writhing under you as you you milk him for all he’s worth because you need his cum for the spell, he’s so fucked out after it that he can’t even remember you asking him in the first place.

So imagine his surprise when he suddenly can’t breathe when you’re not in the same room, when he needs you to function normally, he needs you to touch him, to look at him, to talk to him. He’s so needy and he’s so confused…until he sees a little jar sealed with red wax hung from a chain around your neck, right next to the key to his cock cage..

Is very confused when you hand him a drink after he’d been bitchy all day, it’s pretty, with a lime and orange slice floating in it, after taking a sip he visibly perks up before completely downing it all in one go, he looks at you with quirked brow and asks what your witchy ass cooked up this time, you look at him with a smirk and reply ‘just a lil thing I like to call my moody Judy potion.’ He looks at you with a dead stare before huffing and you catch a glimpse of a smile as he rolls his eyes and hugs you from behind.

He looks at you questioningly as you massage some kind of oil into your scalp and around your third eye, he asks you what it’s for, and you reply that it’s for easing nightmares before asking if he wants some, he says sure, cause hey, any excuse for a free head massage, and is pleasantly surprised when he sleeps like a log. He refuses to admit it, but that’s probably the best he’s slept in years.

Thinks it’s weird that you put lavender in your blunt before rolling it and taking a hit, so he leans over and puts his mouth over yours as you exhale the smoke. So yeah long story short, lavender is his favorite scent now cause it reminds him of you.

Is about to get on one knee when you offer to curse endeavor for him, and thinks you look unbelievably sexy sitting in the middle of his apartment, dressed in a skimpy outfit, surrounded by black and red candles, sprinkling dead bugs, nails, vinegar, and poisonous plants on to a picture of his asshole father, and is overjoyed when you ask him to do the honors of lighting the picture ablaze.

Thinks is so cool that you can fuck people up on the battlefield and spiritually

He’s low key scared of you 😭

Like he has watched you bash someones head in with a quartz tower he is not fucking around and finding out

And he witnessed first hand how hard endeavors PR team had to work after that lil curse. He has no doubt that you could kill him with a curse…or hell just one of your big ass crystals and a slingshot would do the trick.

He does love you though, and his fear of you low key makes him horny LMAO

Him helping you light candles and incense my heart-

Loves how you just straight up tell demons and entities to fuck off when you’re cleansing, he’s convinced you have no sense of fear.

He picks up pretty rocks and flowers he thinks you could use in spellwork

[rayofmisfortune]

WOOOO A DP WIP THAT I MAY OR MAY NOT FINISH BUT DON'T WANT IT TO ROT IN MY NOTES APP AND WILL PROBABLY REGRET POSTING LATER!

Idk where to go with it atp so uhhh... yea lol. I love fics where Danny gets stuck as Phanton so- that's what this was supposed to be. May end up rewriting it completely at some point but I just don't want it to rot and catch dust like all my other fic wips hehe.

This was my first time ever writing any of the dp characters so they may be ooc?

Cw for panic, dissection talk (it's the Fentons, come on), dehumanization (unsure if that applies but, just in case)

This was bad. This was really, really bad.

Danny was hiding out in an inconspicuous alleyway. A... hopefully enough out of the way alleyway that certain ghost hunters, aka his parents, wouldn't find him in in the matter of a few minutes.

Considering his streak of luck this day, his hopes of having more than a few minutes of respite were close to zilch.

They shot him! And now he's stuck as Phantom. He can't turn back and they're after him and he can't escape can't hide can't do anything-

The Fentons have been chasing after Danny almost the whole night. Always hot on his tail, no matter where the half-ghost went. Unable to turn back to his flashy sleep deprived teenager self. His parents had proudly showcased their upgraded ghost tracking technology that morning. The excuses he had to make to them when the Specter Tracker snapped in his direction the moment his Mom turned it on were... awkward at best, unbelievable at worst.

'Must be the ectocontamination messing with the, the um… tracker!' Ignore the fact that if that were the case it would also hone in on you, please please please

'Fenton Specter Tracker, Danny-o!'

'... with the Fenton Specter Tracker.' Aaaand totally not because I'm the thing you're tracking down ahah. That would be crazy, right?

That was this morning. (Or was it yesterday morning now?) This was now.

And right now?

He's stuck in ghost mode. After being shot by his parents! His bad luck probably started right that very morning (yesterday morning?), not just with the Specter Tracker fiasco, but with the fact his parents didn't bother to share a very important tidbit of information! They managed to upgrade the Ecto-Stoppo-Power-Erfier (TM pending). The one he was shot by that one time in the lab? Yeah, that very one. It's pocket size now!

... if the pockets could fit a microwave... NOT IMPORTANT!

Danny had been out on patrol, because of course he had to go on patrol before an important English test that could shift his final grade from an F to a D. Not that he could've known this would happen, but he should've at least had enough common sense to figure something may screw up his already fucked up sleep schedule.

And of course he had to leave his phone at home. So he can't contact Tucker, Sam or Jazz to help him out of this honestly sad situation.

Calling this sad is an understatement. Terrible, horrifying, nightmare come to life would be more accurate if Danny's being honest with himself.

Yeah, sure, he could prooobably risk it and fly all the way home from the other side of Amity Park, crash land into Jazz's room, give her a heart attack and hope she maybe had some ideas as to how to get him back to (his usual) normal.

One itty bitty problem with that one. Danny's pretty sure the tracker his parents made is honed in on his specific ecto signature, so the second he moves, they're on their way. Fenton Blasters loaded and at the ready. Also, the whole thing with his powers slowly stopping to work? Yeah, that as well.

Fun, so much fun. This was definitely how he wanted to spend his evening/night/early morning, when he should be catching up on his sleep debt. Sarcasm by the way, if it wasn't obvious enough.

The roar of an engine snaps Danny out of his swirling thoughts. The roar of a <em>very</em> familiar engine.

The GAV.

He's out of time.

Danny scrambles back up to his feet from where he was leaning against a dumpster. Yuck. The half-ghost shudders at the prospect of being found so soon after escaping within an inch of his not-life.

He pressed his back against the alley's wall, his core hammering away in his chest, and willed himself with everything he had to go intangible before it's too late. The all too familiar sensation crawls through his body, slower than usually, but he's phased through the wall just in time before the GAV screeches to a stop at the entrance to the alley.

Danny stays invisible and intangible, all the while his parents' feet landed on the pavement of the night streets. He listens with bated breath (he doesn't need to breathe) as Fenton Blasters are loaded, safety off, ready to shoot anything that moves. The Fentons slowly creep into the alley Danny had just been in. He can't see them, hidden in the wall as he is, but he can just about picture Mom making silent gestures to his Dad.

But of course, his Dad was never one to stay silent. "I can't wait to rip that ghost fiend apart molecule by molecule, Maddie!"

A soft sigh from his Mom, too close to the wall, too close too close. He's done for. They'll get him. "Honey, we have to run experiments on it before we do that."

"Oh, right." The sound of his Dad clearing his throat. "I can't wait to run experiments on the ghost fiend and rip it apart molecule by molecule once we're done, Maddie!" Then, more silently. "Was that better?"

His Mom chuckled warmly. "Yes, Jack." Too close too close too close

[cloudsthatglowinthenightsky]

ok I got curious who is dream. I keep seeing you reblog things that sound like he was involved in some kind of drama and I love few things more than hearing about drama I am involved in so I had to ask

OH MY GOD.

i guess this my reminder that the internet is wide and vast and contains so many subsets of people that know nothing of each other... because the fact you don't know DREAM is SHOCKING to me but honestly? it makes sense. he's just REALLY REALLY BIG in the circles i frequent.

how to explain...

OK let's start by explaining mcyt stan culture. mcyt stands for minecraft youtuber, and there's a pretty large fandom for them, which makes sense when you remember just how big minecraft is. there's typical fanart of minecraft skins, but what people LOVE is SMPs, aka "survival muliplayer" minecraft worlds. basically, when a bunch of youtubers get together and hang out together in a minecraft world for a while, all posting seperate videos where they mine, build, engage in minecraft activites, etcetera. mostly these will take minecraft literally, but sometimes they'll sprinkle in bits of "lore" - players having feuds, fighting in wars, forming alliances. it's not that serious, just a way to make these long smps interesting.

that is, it WASN'T that serious. until the DSMP.

dream was a pretty famous mcyt, who really blew up for his "minecraft manhunt" series, where he tried to speedrun minecraft (by defeating the ender dragon) while his friend(s) tried to kill him before he could. with this mild fame, he decided to start a casual minecraft server with his friends, named the "dream smp", or dsmp, where they could get together and play the game on streams.

then he started inviting more youtubers on, outside of his inner friend circle. one in particular, wilbur soot, decided to start a sort of storyline, involving a country he made, where he would declare independence from the larger dream smp.

and, well. it went from there.

there's no way i can explain everything that happened on that server. so many storylines, so many characters, so many perspectives, SO. MUCH. LORE. the dsmp was the first smp to really revolutionize the idea of minecraft smps with lore, and they exploded onto the scene. a bunch of funny, already popular/up-and-coming mcyts, all interacting with each other and creating a story to follow, in the peak of 2020 quarentine, when everyone was online to see them?

yeah. dsmp pretty much ended in 2022, but its fandom is still alive and well, if a little diminished from where it was when the dsmp was ongoing.

dream is a youtuber with over 30 million subscribers, and a lot of them just enjoy his videos, but the FANDOM - the fans that seriously follow him, engage with him, and to some extent obsess over him - mostly comes from the dsmp.

but whatever about the dsmp. you're not here for that. you're here for the CONTROVERSY.

and oh my god... is there controversy.

first of all, his minecraft manhunt series? the thing that got him famous? a lot of its fame is based on the amazing, impressive, and straight up unbelievable stunts dream pulls during them, which have resulted in a lot of people believing that they're at least semi-manipulated, if not straight up staged.

but whatever- it's for youtube. nothing seriously wrong with cheating a little there.

but when he's not getting hunted down by his friends, dream does normal spreedrunning, which means setting a timer, submitting his run to moderators to look over, and trying to get on a leaderboard. it's decently policed stuff, and people take it very seriously.

and, yeah, he DEFINITELY cheated on that.

there's a lot of technical details that i don't fully understand and you don't want to hear about, but basically, some moderators did some math and found that some of the "good luck" dream experienced during a speedrun was so mathematically improbable that there was only a 1 in 177 BILLION chance it could have happened.

so they took the run down.

dream responded by denying all of their claims, accusing them of lying and bad math, and generally throwing a huge temper tantrum in front of the entire internet, before reluctantly admitting that he had "accidentally" cheated in the run.

you may be wondering how someone accidentally cheats. i'm wondering that too.

but that's more silly stuff. let's get down into the worse controversy, the one that sort of destroyed dream for the dsmp fandom besides the most devoted stans.

the grooming allegations.

multiple fans have seperately stepped forward and said that dream groomed them when they were under 18, taking advantage of his position as an older, wealthy, famous man to influence his fans.

dream has completely denied this, and the internet is, frankly, a little confused as to the validity of the claims (mostly pertaining to the fans' ages and if the conversations really "count" as grooming) but it's generally agreed that dream, at the VERY least, acted in a way that was inappropiate for a celebrity to act with a fan. whether this was intentional and malicious or just dangerous negligence on his fault remains to be seen, but it leaves a bad taste in my mouth either way.

there's also a compliation of things that i'm not super familiar with - one time he started a one-sided rivalry with a fellow mcyt when he created another smp, i think accusing him of "copying" the dsmp? - but since this isn't an academic paper, let me reluctantly source "bad vibes" for the reason some people don't like him. dream has a history of just being kind of a huge asshole to fans and fellow youtubers alike, both publically and privately. like, seriously, the shit he posts ONLINE for ANYONE TO SEE is unbelieveable, and makes you wonder at how things are behind closed doors.

the reason why everyone's talking about him RIGHT NOW is because of something tommyinnit (another minecraft youtuber, "main character" of the dsmp, the one guy i will bestow the dubious honor of being a "stan" of) mentioned on an episode of his podcast. he said that in the past he was scared of making dream angry, and WROTE IN HIS DIARY not to piss him off, because it wasn't worth it. keep in mind, this happened when he was SIXTEEN. tommy said that as a now-twenty-year-old, he couldn't imagine treating a teenager that way, and jackmanifold, someone else who was a part of the dsmp and interacted with dream, said that he hated dream.

another part of this getting brought up is a twitter thread that happened awhile ago (i believe back in 2021?), where dream basically claimed credit for tommy's success as a youtuber, posting screenshots of GRAPHS (???) that "proved" that tommy owed EVERYTHING TO HIM (??????) which is just. frankly unhinged behavior. i'll see if i can reblog a screenshot so you can see.

ANYWAY, dream obviously saw the podcast and the (rightfully pissed) fans' reaction to it, and decided to react in the most emotionally mature manner: a post mentioning how grateful he was to work with people on the dsmp, "even if we don't see eye to eye", and releasing the DSMP WORLD DOWNLOAD. (this is basically a way to download the way the dsmp minecraft world looks and play it on your own version of minecraft, so you can actually explore all the areas where lore took place.)

keep in mind, this server imploded in 2022. it's been TWO YEARS of fans begging for the world download, and he finally brought it out as a publicity stunt to make everyone forget about him being an asshole. which, can i just say, as someone that's not an expert at pr? only makes it clear to me that he knew exactly how much of an asshole he was being, and did it anyway.

obviously, there's more to the story here (oh my god i could make a dozen of these posts about dream's position in dsmp lore ALONE), and a lot of stuff i don't even know about, because i don't spend all my time familiarizing myself with cc!dream lore, but this is a pretty concise summary of events. i hope you can now enjoy my occassional rbs of posts that mock dream relentlessly as someone who officially knows the drama :)

[elfhunk]

I'm generally out of the vocaloid circles since a few years after Miku. What would you recommend for someone to dip their toes back in?

i recommend MY MUSIC i mean honestly that lack of a clear entryway back in is kind of what has made the age of the original miku boom so appealing, i think?

it used to be a really densely compacted fandom... and now... it's not...

the vocal synth space was so consolidated into effectively one language & set of voice banks and at the height of miku's power there was just no competition. there was pretty much just the crypton crew... and gumi, and sort of gakupo. fanart consolidated around a narrower set of songs, translations & reuploads were all localized...

it's funny as hell to look at the full timeline of when people who weren't diehard fans couldn't keep up with the sheer amount of shit coming out, even as the landscape was getting genuinely super exciting across so many new supported languages & diversity of characters.

it's a fascinating history with a lot of ebbs & flows!

but we're currently experiencing a bit of a renaissance... because, uh, an elephant in the room of machine learning models making this software rapidly a lot better. here's a good twitter thread explaining where we're at, and how we currently understand this software is being developed.

the moral of the story is that it ain't even vocaloid anymore. we've all scattered to the wind across a bunch of different software. synthesizer V! cevio! voicevox! maghni! it's getting confusing!

hence, why a lot of people prefer to tag as "vocal synth" or something, because it's an annoying kleenex vs. tissue situation.

regardless, here are some of my recent favs:

my friend @hoshizukiyo111 made a playlist of teto songs that i have been liberally enjoying. teto you'll recognize from UTAU days, but she's gotten a huge spike in popularity with her SV port being so dang good.

2. i've been obsessed with like_a_basyauma's work with akane & aoi kotohana. these two are actually more famous for being text to speech characters who then got SV voice banks! the take of them as doing their best while sharing a brain cell is unbelievably charming.

3. OSTER project has been an idol of mine for like a decade now, and her most recent song with zundamon's voicevox library has been stuck in my head since it released. it's so true. zundamon is a girl. OSTER is the #1 purveyor of lesbianism in the vocal synth space and i thank her for her service every day.

honestly, it's mostly a game of just training your youtube recommendations to launch you into the right part of the internet. a lot of the uploading has consolidated onto youtube the past few years, so trawling NND isn't as necessary as it used to be...

you can also check out the #vocalonew tag on twitter, where people will post their new releases.

best of luck on your journey!

[disco-elysium-via-polls]

🎵Disco Elysium, Pt 1

Yellow moss on these stones... they're probably stolen from someone's garden.

ACELE - "Hello again." The girl looks up at you for a moment before turning back to her work.

4. "What are you doing out here in the cold?"

...

2. (Give her your hat.) "Here. You need this more than I do."

ACELE - "Thanks." She puts it on. It's a bit large for her.

Item lost: Amphibian Sports Visor

+5 XP

That had little benefit except giving us a bonus on a check we've already passed, but it made me feel better. And since we bought that hat from Siileng, we could always just go get another one.

🎵 Protorave

EGG HEAD - The large-headed youth has closed his eyes, lost in the music. Sensing you, he opens them...

"Good morning, comrade! Yeaaaaaah!"

"I found this reel of tape, maybe you can use it to hard-up Eyck's jam." (Give him the fixed hawthrone tree tape.)

EGG HEAD - "Yeagh, re-mix time!" His voice booms through the church as he takes the tape and attaches it to the empty reel slot. "Tape goes here -- into deck B." He clicks a switch, the tape starts spinning...

A hand on his ear, he listens to the audio through his headphones, and shouts…

"Wow..." His face lights up with delight. "Did you get this from Arno himself?"

EMPATHY [Easy: Success] - A great excitement is bubbling to the surface within him. This is *big*.

"What do you mean?"

"Uh, no, actually I found it tangled up in a hawthorn tree..."

EGG HEAD - "Listen, I'm just going to show it to you... Ready?"

"Ready."

EGG HEAD - "Whooh, hear that?!" He wipes his brow. "The sines match perfectly!"

"Now if only we had the beat for the *full assault*. It would be unbelievably hyper!"

ANDRE - "Intriguing. The way I see it... van Eyck based his remix on some famous original piece. Like, a folk song? Something local. Seems you found an initial part with the main melody."

NOID - "I think it's just happenstance. Chaos in action. Contingencies of our limited existence. That and Egg Head's fantastic talent." He nods to his friend behind the turntables.

INTERFACING [Medium: Success] - Noid's right, Egg Head's technical talent is the key.

LOGIC [Medium: Success] - No, this is definitely part of the same song. Something cut from it. It fits too well.

INLAND EMPIRE [Easy: Success] - Something *mysterious* is going on here...

"Maybe Arno van Eyck lives around here and just threw a part of his song away, because he thought it was shit?"

"Andre's got it. Sounds like a local song re-mixed."

"I agree with Noid, it's just luck -- *and* Egg Head's incredible mixing skills."

EGG HEAD - "Be how it may -- if it fits, it fits!" He pumps his fist in the air. "Bring up the volume!"

Thought gained: Arno van Eyck

ANDRE - "What about the bass? Do you have any ideas for that?" Andre looks back at you.

NOID - "Yeah, I remember -- you said it needs more bass!"

PHYSICAL INSTRUMENT [Medium: Success] - You can't just leave it without a bass track!

"Honestly, nothing springs to my mind right now. But I'll see if I can come up with a solution down the lane." (Proceed with task.)

"I think it's good enough the way it is. Adding that melody has already been a *massive* improvement. It's pretty hard core now." (Finish task.)

EGG HEAD - "You're *THE WARRIOR*! THE WARRIOR OF DANCE MUSIC!"

ANDRE - "Don't be too hard on yourself if you don't figure it out. I think the jam's already pretty ultra."

EGG HEAD - "But it could be hyper, HYPER HARD CORE!"

5. "Alright. Goodbye, Egg Head." [Leave.]

ARNO VAN EYCK

Temporary research bonus: +1 Interfacing Research time: 0h 50m

The question won’t leave you – why did the melody line from a broken and discarded tape fit perfectly into a song played by some speedfreaks in a frozen tent? Can it be a coincidence? Maybe it’s the hand of the Man-Machine himself, in his attempt to craft a perfect song. Maybe Egg Head is actually Arno van Eyck in disguise!? Eyck? Egg? Hmm...

CHURCH DOORS - Heavy wooden doors more than twice your height stand shut in front of you. The rectangular, sea-worn ornamentation appears in stark contrast to the padlock carelessly drilled into the wood.

Open the padlock with the key.

CHURCH DOORS - The lock turns easily. You hear a click as the shackle pops open.

SHIVERS [Challenging: Success] - Feels like electricity and a very small piece of nothingness.

KIM KITSURAGI - "Let's go." The lieutenant nods at you.

+1 Reputation

Pull on the doors...

CHURCH DOORS - A great whoosh of air rushes into the dark innards of the church, as though rushing to fill a great vacuum...

... in the heart of the city.

[askbensolo]

(Fight/freeze anon here)

Maybe Fannie could write her thoughts down? Sometimes that’s easier than talking out loud. Or maybe disengage for a little bit, and come back with cooler heads. Or some combination of both. Leave, write down what you are thinking, edit it, put it on a good sheet, come back, and talk about it calmly or exchange papers.

To answer your other question, I LOVE being married! It’s like having a permanent teammate! It’s like it’s you and them vs the world (not you vs them). My wife is my favorite thing about myself. She feels like home. She’s the only thing I don’t have to worry about in my crazy ass life.

Also she’s crazy attractive. And she’s wildly into me for some reason I will never understand. So I really lucked out with that (not all marriages have to involve sex—important to remember—and that’s something you have to figure out together with your partner).

I never thought I would get married but I wouldn’t change it for anything now. Honestly it only gets better with time. All of it. I actually want to, like, grow old now. With her.

Wild concept for me tbh but i kinda like it

Hey pal! Thanks for all the advice. Super appreciate it. She and I talked yesterday, and it went pretty well. I think we'd both had a lot of time to calm down and think about what we really wanted, whether we wanted to spend weeks and weeks being upset, and, well...I think we were both starting to miss each other.

I...told her that love her. Which is still kind of embarrassing, but...every time I say it, it gets a little less embarrassing. And I brought up what you were saying, about the different stress responses, and how she and I are different, and she shared from her perspective, and I did my best to listen. And I think we understand each other a little better now.

I also let her know some of the things I've been thinking about. About things that would make our relationship difficult.

On that topic…I'm kinda starting to feel differently about sex. I mean, don't get me wrong—it still freaks the hell outta me. But what I mean is...I'm starting to feel...kind of sad that it does. I still don't want to have sex, but...it's not because I'm happy, which is how I was my whole life until now. It's because I'm...scared. You know...?

And I'm kind of starting to get it now, that it's not always just people being nasty and gross and animal, it's kind of a very unique thing, where you get to be very very very close with someone for a moment, so close that one is literally inside the other (I am resisting the urge to find that unbelievably horrific), and...it makes me feel kind of sad...the thought that...maybe being very very very close to someone will never feel good to me, will always sound sickening to me, and just always remind me of...when I was very very very close to you-know-who.

But...hey. It's like you said. Sex isn't really the most important part of being with someone, is it? It's...everything else. And the “everything else” bit, the idea of choosing someone for life, the concept of ending up married one day like my parents...it took me a while to cook, but...yeah, I’m on board.

All that to say—I totally get what you're saying about having a teammate. Someone who feels like home. That's how I felt about her, before I even decided I was in love with her. That time I came home and she had made dinner for me...all the mornings I walked out into the kitchen knowing she was meditating at the table and we'd have our caf together...folding the laundry and talking about stuff... I mean, Treeso and I were best buds but...I don't know. Girls are just different, I guess. Or...more like one girl in particular—I don't feel this way toward anyone else.

Dang, I never thought I’d be saying all of this. Feels weird. But…also good?

We agreed to wait until she moves out, before officially starting anything. Which...kind of puts us in an awkward spot. We're not friends, not dating...but some secret third thing.

Well...no. We are friends still. We're just...also something else. But...not fully. But we decided to keep having caf together in the mornings, and making dinner on Fridays, and watching movies together, and going out on weekends, just...without calling any of those things dates. Which...doesn't seem to change anything to me, but I guess it makes a difference to her?

I don't know. It's messy. And it'll only get messier. Especially if we do long-distance (I mean, there's long distance, and then there's living in different galactic sectors). And if we sort through all our issues (there are many). And if we end up fighting again...

But...hey. I've kinda got a feeling that it's worth it.

Especially when she looks at me, in that way that she does. With pure affection and admiration and happiness radiating from her beautiful eyes, and her smile that looks like it's just barely holding back all the joy she's ever felt. I wish I could stop time and just...let her look at me like that, forever.

Man, she's something.

[fictionkinfessions]

I'm the eldest (trans) son of my family, and raised my younger -extremely tall- sister when we were young, when my dad was off to work. Our mother didn't die but they did split up and we left the family home where absolutely awful things happened, and my dad lived in a few different places with a few different people. I was the favorite of our father (despite the abuse), and I always did what he said because all I wanted was his approval, and to keep the family safe/happy. I was emotionally constipated for years (not anymore! Big win!) and feared being vulnerable would make me weak. My luck is still unbelievably horrible, and hasn't changed in its intensity nor its consistency. My sister... she's so different from me. We have our highs and our lows, and as she gets older we both become more aware of the dynamics we were forced into, and I'm enjoying spending time with her. She isn't afraid to disagree with our parents and stand her ground, even when my initial reaction is to get her to act the way I did/do.

I was Dean Winchester then, and I'm pretty sure I'm some weird "Modern AU Dean Winchester" right now lmfao /hj. Where's my author and how can I fight them.

But uh. Yeah. Jokes aside, not much has changed, and I'm convinced this is how my life would've turned out back then if monsters weren't real. If hunting was just for animals and not the supernatural. Though I did always have a fascination for that stuff so, guess old habits die hard. I miss Sammy, and my sister reminds me so much of him it hurts. But I love them both so much, and I continue to do everything I can for them. I do everything for her that I couldn't for him, including trying to make sure she has a normal, average life. Sometimes I wonder if she's him, especially when she makes jokes that I'm me, but even if she wasn't id treat her no differently. She's a stubborn pain in my ass, but it's my job to look after her. It always has been. And this time, I'm going to make sure she gets to enjoy this normal dystopian hell we're living in.

I thought it was hard to have your current life and a past life be so different, but when I'm in this shift... I'd honestly prefer that over this. It's way too similar. The only monsters here are the people, and that's always been so much worse. People are fucking crazy- at least creatures and spirits have rules and reasons and stuff. Hell, even demons! At least you have a general idea what you're going into. But people? Yeah, no. There's definitely a lot of good out there, but I'd prefer if there was a bit more separation between the good and the evil.

- Dean (Supernatural)

x

[garebearandnan]

LITG S2 EP15 Pt1 Love in the Air

POSTED on A03 and Wattpad.

NOTE: Some believe that if you and your significant other witness two dragonflies mating, it is a sign that your relationship has developed into something truly special. It could also be an indication that a relationship like this is in your future.

SUMMARY: It’s Day 12 in the Villa. The place where Islanders who recouple stay together. Bobby and Ibrahim are scheming whilst Priya and Noah are having their own discussions.

CHAPTER TEXT: You settle into the dinghy next to Gary. “May not be a romantic gondola, but it’ll do.” Your legs brush against each other. The dinghy drifts gently across the water as you both enjoy the bright sunlight. “It's a good scene, isn't it?”

“It's unbelievable,” you replied, smiling, but the buzzing gets louder.

He strokes your cheek for just a second and then grins. “It is fucking beautiful.”

The cosy moment is abruptly interrupted. You scream, standing up, trying to get away from two flying insects. “Oh, my God, what was that?” While you are off balance, the dinghy almost tips over.

“Fuck,” he cries out, grabbing your legs and trying to keep you both from falling into the pool. You put your hands on his shoulders to steady yourself. His muscles are strong and solid. “They're just dragonflies, Grace.”

“That one was massive. It was, like, buzzing right in my ear.”

As you settle back down his arm moves behind your shoulders. “It's fine! Relax, relax!”

“I've never seen that before!”

He questioned, “Never seen that?”

“What IS that?” You asked, pointing at the dragonflies.

“You’ve never seen two dragonflies fucking before? You blushed and he smiled. Damn, how can a pretty bird be so adorable and sexy at the same time.

“Oh.” You pause to look at him and bite your lip. The two of you watch as the dragonfly pair fly about connected tail-to-head.

Gary comments: “When the male is ready to mate, he will grab the female by the neck with his pincers or his genitalia. The female makes a bending motion, bringing her genital opening into contact with the male's organ. The couple forms a heart as they fly together. It can take them many hours to mate.”

Grace (thinking): Holy fuck.

You share a flirty smile with each other, chemistry in the air. “My nan says it’s good luck to see dragonflies mating.” Gary grins at you and tucks a loose strand behind your ear. 

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@samberg1996. Good for Priya and Noah. I think they’d make a good couple.

@jlopez76. I am shook to my core about Noah and Priya! What happened to honesty? What happened to integrity? People …integrity, look it up.

@ Jens12018. Noah and Priya talking about him picking her? It's shady AF. This is the sneakiest thing she’s done even stealing Gary from Grace. Poor Ibrahim! I thought they were a good couple. I felt so bad for him because she mentioned several times that they were a strong couple and she was happy with him. Then all of a sudden, she says their relationship isn’t going anywhere.

@diehardLI. Lottie is irritating, but honestly, since the whole basis for her crush on Gary is one kiss and Gary says multiple times he isn’t even into Lottie.

@lindseyHun21. I really like Gary and Grace as a couple. They are so sweet together. He’s a melt around her.

@WoodandWife. Big agree. Love this crane obsessed man for her.

@geostyler009. This episode of Love Island was totally al dente!

[ginnsbaker]

Hiii I finally had some time so I thought id give you my thoughts

First the character I honestly feel the most sympathy for is kate shes the only one who hasn’t actually done something wrong. Even when she accidentally told reader about her and yelena its clear that wasnt done with malicious intentions, and it must be so hard for her to be around someone she loves as much as she is. Especially because yelena dropped her the second reader came back into her life like that sucks so bad.

I am so surprised no ones been into wanda this whole time cos that woman is a catch. I wonder if peter will tell wanda that valkyrie asked about her I don’t think wanda will go for it at all but I don’t think she’s gonna notice. In fact i have a funny feeling readers gonna find out about this little crush before wanda does. Not much to say on this yet as its early days but looking forward to see how this develops.

Very proud of wanda setting boundaries by not replying to reader after shes making progress and its really great to see. The way you wrote this series is paced in such a way that the character development really gets to shine and it works brilliantly for the type of story you’re telling that is all about personal development and changing circumstances that shift your perspective on things so kudos to you. I feel like with every chapter shes making progress and its a testament to your writing :)

The twins relationship is really sweet and im glad they do the check ins not just to make sure wandas alive but just to talk that sibling bond is clearly very important to them and its nice that at least one good thing came from a very tragic incident. I think pietro is a good balance of protective and understanding at the minute its clear he’s not readers biggest fan but instead of berating wanda about it he’s supporting her which is the best thing he can do.

Wanda was not a bad wife because she couldn’t get pregnant and I don’t want to hear another word 😤. I feel so bad for her for feeling like that because it really isn’t her fault and i hope she knows that. For some people its really difficult to do and making the decision to stop trying is also incredibly difficult sometimes its just a case of wrong time like you never know miracles and luck can just come. She would be the best mom too and i don’t want to hear anyone say otherwise about that either.

And finally reader and yelena.

My first thing to say about reader specifically is what the fuck is wrong with them. Spike of pettiness so they text wanda??? Leave wanda out of it (wanda protection squad over here) but seriously it’s basically using her to make yourself feel better by essentially taking a jab at yelena it is so unbelievably petty. And im glad wanda kept the conversation brief yay boundaries. In readers defence they don’t know what wanda did but still don’t use her in this way.

Reader and yelenas make up was (as much as i hate to admit it) pretty good they talked about what bothered them and why good communication. I wonder if they’re actually going to be intimate because last time I feel like reader was hesitant.

The thing i wanted to talk about was the L bomb at the end and something yelena said that ive been saying for so long now. She doesn’t know this new reader. She knows who the reader was in the past when they were younger but they’ve both changed now and im so glad she acknowledged this cos its killing me, which leads to my second point.

The L bomb. Im not sure either of them mean it properly especially reader. From yelenas point reader is the one that got away her greatest what if. Feelings from the past resurface and thats when things get complicated because is it love now or is it the love from then that she never got to express. I’ve said it so many times but these two are not the same people and they’re slowly realising that but do these new versions love each other too? Im not so convinced.

And for reader it seems like they’re confusing platonic love or even possibly feelings of nostalgia for romantic love. They just came out a 10 year relationship now a girl from their past is offering herself up to them. Its an easy option for reader a simple choice you could call it a safe choice. Some people say love isn’t supposed to be easy some say it is im not sure which i agree with because i guess there’s points for both. To me though love isnt supposed to feel like you’ve settled for less which is how i feel about this relationship. I understand readers mindset on this an easy relationship where you won’t get hurt is safer than one of those passionate ones where you might.

This is super long so im gonna add something to a separate ask its more specific about the love thing if thats okay

-🧃

I think by now we more or less agree on most things and you really have an almost perfect grasp or how everything is going to unfold.

To answer your question, about r and yelena being intimate, it was hinted at the end of chapter 11. "Then show me".

L bomb: another perspective: when i first told my partner i love her, i uh, didnt mean it the way i do now. So basically, ppl say they love someone to make the declaration, to make the decision that moment to love them, not because it was 100% what they're feeling at the moment.

Curious to see what other questions you have :)

[iamsecretlyabagel]

okay so this has immediately gotten more attention than I expected, I figure I'll just tell my story on this post since it'd be easier than making a fresh one so buckle up folks this is gonna be one long ass post.

Lets start with a bit of background, around mid September I got full force back into MCR, like screaming along daily and crying during I don't love you back into them. So you can imagine how deep into the center of the earth my jaw dropped when I read the news on twitter about the return show. I got my tickets by an incredible force of luck, sitting outside my college english class on my phone begging the public wifi not to fail me. I actually prayed to a friend of mine who passed earlier this year to cancer, she was super punk and I know she would've been stoked that they were back so I figured she'd totally be the one to help me out. I get two tickets because I'm 17 and there's no way in hell my mom would let me go alone, but at this point I had no idea who to even ask because I'd recently been having a falling out with a few of my friends and the ones I was closer with weren't into MCR. My best friend is an aspiring musician and super into TOP and when I tell her she's super excited, she might not know their stuff but is 18 (a great asset for checking into hotels and such) and fully willing to build an obsession over the next 2 months, which she totally did! I gave her my old ipod nano with almost MCR's entire discography and downloaded the rest on for her, we had a few "study sessions where we watched lotms, all the music videos, the black parade is dead!, etc. so by December 19th we were ready to roll.

We're from Almost Portland Oregon but on the Washington side of the river, so we flew down to LA, he's a pic from PDX. (excuse us looking crusty af, I'm the one on the right)

As soon as we got to our hotel like a block from the shrine we'd encountered 2 other groups of people who were Very Clearly going to the show, talked to one and they were from NJ which blew our minds cuz that's sooo far away! We got to our room and were gonna go to a restaurant nearby to get food but I suggested that we should go check out the line first, my mom didn't want us camping out so we were gonna leave pretty early, probably while it was still dark out so I figured finding it by daylight would be easier and would help us in the morning. We pass the shrine and owo what's this? a fuckin crack in the door through which I can see the fucking stage? and on the stage there's people? cannot tell who they are though and the song is unidentifiable so after a minute we move along and find the line. There's 3 main people who kinda took charge, their names were Sara, V, and Dylan, V and Dylan are engaged and Sara looked like gerard and I totally wasn't into her at all. Anyways we confirm this is the right spot and they offer us a number in line, promising that anyond under 80 is practically guaranteed barrier, so we were like 👀 because we totally shouldn't but it looked pretty safe and c'mon BARRIER... So we ended up being numbers 76 and 77. Grab our stuff from our room that we think we'll need (coat, pillows, portable charger, etc.) and on our way back to the line the entire building is vibrating with the glorious sounds of the sound check, one more peek and we run to tell everyone.

Maybe a half hour later shrine security has us move into a barricaded line area, before security and we totally got a sneak peek at the merch cart. We ended up making decent friends with Sara, V, and Dylan, as well as a few others like Essie, who had the chillest vibes of anyone I'd ever met, Mabel and her boyfriend who both came all the way from Brazil and who took the "say hi to Brazil" video if frank, and Veronica who was a Little Bit Too Into my fangs the next day and ngl freaked me out a bit. The whole gang minus Sara and Veronica went and got veggie burgers at a place on the USC campus, I thought it was really cool that they were all vegan/vegetarian! Even living right by Portland I don't know that many other veg people, and these guys were from the east coast!

We came back, played cards for a while and then me and my friend were debating borrowing the blankets from our hotel because we were freezing, when who shows up but Gerard Fucking Way like 3 feet behind us holding a stack of blankets. Honest to God I lagged. My brain, stopped working. We joked later about how I just froze and my face went blank but that is exactly what happened for like a solid minute. My friend and all the people sround me got blankets and I was kinda worried I'd get skipped over but I think Gerard noticed and gave me the last one he was holding? My memories are fuzzy so don't quote me on it being the last one of the stack but I was definitely worried he didn't see my five foot tall ass. Then I notice Frank is also here, for those of you who do not know me, I'm a mediocre guitarist and have been blasting barriers so much the past month or so to the point where I even got my mom into that album. He's like 2 feet away from me and I blurt out the dumbest shit, "you're a God to me" and he does not look at me or respond which is fair, idk what I'd say to that either. I realize how bad that came out and try to add "as a guitarist!" but alas he had already walked away. Mikey and Ray didn't get close to my part of the line, it kinda swooped around like a 1 where the start was the tip of the point then I was at the bottom of the 1. We did lowkey joke about how low cut Mikey's shirt was, honestly suprised we did not see a nipple, and while I will never understand why as a 39 year old father on a cold night he chose a shirt that low cut, I greatly respect his creative authority and courage to wear that beast of an outfit. We did hear Ray speaking and oh man I know from interviews that it's higher than you'd think for a guitar wizard, but I really was not prepared he was like a little flute it was beautiful. Also loved his curls, they looked amazing, as someone who currently has a perm his hair is what I wish mine did 24/7. Here's a pic I took of us instead of them by accident, the pic of them turned out way too dark to make anything out but the pic of us pretty accurately portrays how we felt.

and also us with our blankets, which I am holding upside down like a dumbass. We tried until 2:30 AM to sleep in line but all we could do was shiver and so we asked Sara what a non asshole-ish amount of time to leave would be and she said "a few hours" so we set an alarm for 4:30 and headed back to the hotel. This plan fell through when we slept until 6:30 by accident! feeling like massive assholes we ran back to the line where no one actually seemed to care much but we still wallowed in guilt for a while.

We watched the second wave of blankets get handed out by crew members, a group pf people who'd been there since like Tuesday missed the band and I felt so sorry for them. At least they still got the devotion blankets though! Later on we did makeup and waited for the merch cart to open at 11:00, we were 2nd and 3rd in line for that and I got the angel and sorrows t-shirts, the return poster (wish I'd gotten the other one tbh) and the pin set. A pic of our finished looks (w fangs!)

(peep my rainbow shoelace vans that are now filthy lol)

After getting through security we decide to get burritos from the food truck but it took deadass like 2 1/2 hours, msde friends with a girl from seattle though! Her name was Amy snd she was super cool, but right after we paid and were waiting for our food everyone stood up in line and started moving forward?!? there were people full as running?!? now doors don't open until 7:00 and it's only 5:00 at this point but we didn't shiver on the asphalt until 2:30 AM to not get our fucking barrier spots so we book it, I am grabbed by the belt and pulled back into the line. Before we can get even like halfway back to where we need to be security starts yelling that no one is getting let in, and everyone need to stop running. Apparently they just asked people to condense the line to make space for the new people coming in, but it created a huge panic.

We bring our burritos back to the line, triumphant after almost 3 hours, but we walk into some major tea with people trying to cut in line, and people were chanting for them to leave which was freaky but cool. I mean you wanna mess with the bull, maybe don't mess with the super devoted bull who's been here since Tuesday.

We were the first group let in, we team with V and Dylan to try and keep people from running past us, and we get in and get barrier! pretty far off to the side but barrier! here's where I start to resent the "you grab my belt so we don't get seperated" thing because I'm pulled away, we Leave The Barrier to be closer to the middle and stay with V and Dylan. Reminder, I am 5 feet tall and now placed behind some dude who is at Least a foot taller than me, so I'm a Bit Pissed at my friend, but there is nothing I can do. Here's a pic, I wasn't mad at the time but now that I've had a bit of time to fester, ooh boy why'd you move me.

Loved Thursday's set, I don't listen to them a lot but the lead singer was so energetic it was super infectious! I audio recorded the whole thing, minus a couple picture gaps, MCR's too. Me and my friend ended up switching spots halfway through Thursday so I wasn't Directly Behind the super tall dude, which did help.

Now the Real Shit, I have my own video of the intro/curtain drop but I cut it off a smidge too early so it doesn't show the full drop! I'm a little bummed but far more preoccupied with how I instantly got crushed by the crowd. Being in the pit like that was no good at all for me, I am too short and had zero experience so despite my desperate attempts to keep singing, now 5 days later my arm hurts from the muscles I pulled trying to force enough space for me to breathe. So we spend the rest of the show at the back which is fine, my friend felt really bad about making us leave barrier but I don't blsme her and I also value my ability to breathe more than being right up front.

Pic from where we ended up in the back, not too bad!

After the show we're hoping maybe they'll come out back, so we find our way eventually and discover sonething much more interesting. It's the exit to the VIP afterparty. However it is guarded by security and we have no way of getting in so we wait around in hopes that we'll see the guys leave or something and we're about to give up because everyone we were waiting with were leaving but we noticed some people and asked if they were staying. They weren't, but we noticed pretty quickly these people weren't just waiting around They Had VIP Passes. They showed us their ornaments (like the ones from Mikey's ig story) and then GAVE US A PASS. Not both, they wanted to keep one which I understand, but the guy was like "lemme tell you what, this is your pass and she lost hers in the pit, now go get em" honestly he was so cool, but we tried and the gueard was like "1. this is the exit, 2. they totally won't buy that and are gonna kick you tf out if you try that out front" so we hit a bit of a dead end. Then we remember a girl we'd been talking to around front, she had been alone, also waiting to see the guys, and generally gave major badass vibes. We ask her if she'd be willing to go mission impossible this shit snd bring back some ornaments and she's like yeah!!! And she even gave me my pass back! Her name was Harley she was the greatest!

So Yeah! That's pretty much the whole story! Thank you for coming to my ted talk!!!

would you guys want an in-depth retelling of my time at the reunion concert? I had some cool stuff happen like getting a devotion blanket and almost sneaking into the vip afterparty, but it'd be a lot to type out so I want yall to not let it flop y'know? let me know if you wanna hear about it

[manjiroro]

angel

character: shinichiro

content: fluff, oh so fluffy, use of female pronouns, shin being soft and a simp, this takes place in the past when emma and mikey are still little children

synopsis: shinichiro finally gets a girlfriend but no one seems to believe him so what does he do? show you off of course!

word count: 1.5k

ive been meaning to write a shin fic for a while now and here we are hehe this is for all my shin simps <3

tagging: @softshiin @sanzuchi @shinscig

Shinichiro was a hopeless romantic, having rejected 20 times, one would think that he would never have any luck getting one to call his own. But one day, a higher being seemed to have heard his prayers when his eyes fell upon your angelic form, he swore he could hear chime bells ringing when he first saw you pass by his bike shop. Scrambling to his feet, he hurries to you to try and get your number, he was honestly expecting you to reject him there and then, but surprisingly, you agreed with that pretty grin on your face - one which he forever etched in his memory - and the rest was history. 

The dark haired male was over the moon the moment you agreed to be his girlfriend and couldn’t wait to tell the whole world about you. But unfortunately for him, no one seemed to believe the man, especially since he had such shit luck with the ladies. often , he would be met with a “are you becoming delusional now?” and “nah no way”, and of course from his beloved little brother, “you’re too lame for someone to be your girlfriend”, those words made the poor male pout and spurred him to show you off to them. 

The first people to ever meet you were his friends, the founding members of black dragon, takeomi, wakasa and benkei. The three of them sat in the cafe because their best friend’s apparent girlfriend liked this particular cafe, but the thing was, the supposed couple were running late.

“D’you actually believe he has a girlfriend now”

Wakasa asked, eyes droopy and chewing on a lollipop stick.

“Dunno, if he doesn’t, i’m kicking him for making us wait here.”

“Hey sorry we’re late”

Three heads turned to the direction of the voice but all deadpanned when they only saw the familiar figure of their best friend.

“Oh so you are delusional, where is she-”

Words were cut short the moment a head popped up from behind their friend. Their jaws collectively fell open at the sight of an actual girl standing behind the hopeless romantic.

“This is y/n, she was getting ready that’s why we were late.”

Shinichiro chuckles while you look back at him with an offended look and smacked his arm,

“No? We were late because you said you wanted to cuddle me!”

You pout at him. Your claim made the founding members snicker a little, which made shinichiro’s face red. 

“So how long have you been together now.”

The man with a scar on his eye, one you identified as takeomi, asked as you took a seat beside a rather large male which you identified as benkei.

“I’d say about a month now?”

All three pairs of eyes widened slightly, unbelieving that shinichiro has been at it for a month now. Said man rolls his eyes, arm coming up to wrap around your shoulder.

“Yeah and you didn’t believe me.”

Shinichiro pulls you in closer as he points an accusing finger at his friends, to which they laughed,

“Yeah yeah, sorry about that shin, now let the poor girl go, we’re not gonna take her away”

takeomi teased, still chuckling. Shin lets out a small ‘hmph’ as he loosens his grip on you. 

The get together seemed more of like a date between you two with the other three watching. Shinichiro often offering to feed you a spoonful of his meal while letting out a small “ahh” and him constantly having his hand on your shoulder, thigh or hand. Not to mention those love struck eyes of his whenever he watches you talk to his friends about yourself. 

“Simp” 

Waksa mutters under his breath but was loud enough for everyone at the table to hear, making everyone but shin snicker slightly.

“Is it wrong to show love to my girl?”

“What i didn’t say it was wrong, just.. You’re a simp”

You were trying so hard to hold in your laughter but unfortunately for you, he noticed,

“Baby!”

“I’m sorry shin.. I love you.”

You said in between laughs, turning to give a peck on his cheeks, which he immediately calms down and the arm wrapped around your shoulder tightened around you, giving you a tight squeeze, shin could never resist your kisses.

After your get together with his friends, you bid them goodbye and head towards the sano house. Shinichiro was excited for you to meet his family, so much so that he was swinging your intertwined hands as you walked. He couldn’t wait to see the reactions of his siblings when he introduces you, maybe they’ll realise how much cooler their older brother actually is.

Once he opened the door to his house, he was immediately greeted by the sight of blonde hair standing by the door. It was his little sister, looking at the both of you with wide open eyes.

“Hey emma”

Your boyfriend greets, leaning down to give her head a pat. She lets out a small gasp the moment she sees you, her wide eyes seemed to sparkle at the sight of you.

“This is your girlfriend?!”

She exclaimed, looking back at her older brother in awe. He nods while smiling.

“She’s pretty!”

You giggled as she reaches up to take hold of your hand to lead you into the house.

“I’m emma! Oh! And that’s manjiro!”

Emma introduces as she points at the boy currently standing in front of the fridge, hands full with taiyakis. He almost drops them however when he lands his eyes on you, cheeks slightly flushed at the sight of his older brother’s pretty girlfriend. His gaze on you was ripped away when a chuckle was heard.

“She’s pretty huh manjiro.”

The younger brother throws a glare at him, slamming the fridge shut and walking away without a word. Emma leads you and shinichiro to the living room and you take a seat on the couch. 

“Ah shit, i’m gonna go get something stay here okay?”

You laughed at him and nodded, making him dash off. As you watched your boyfriend’s disappearing figure, you felt a weight on your lap, looking down, you see his little sister looking back up at you,

“Can i call you big sis?”

Emma looks at you with a big smile on her face, probably excited at the fact that there’s another girl with her now. You nodded, small smile plastered on your face as you raked your fingers through her hair, making her rest her head on your chest. 

In the corner of your eye, you spot blonde peaking out from the corner, it was the younger brother, manjiro. You smiled at him and gestured for him to come sit with you on the couch, which he hesitantly does. 

“You’re his first girlfriend”

“Is that so?”

You look down at him to meet his dark orbs as he nods

“Mhm, he’s terrible at getting girls..”

You laughed, thinking of how much of a mess he was when he first met you. Sweat visibly accumulated on his hairline as he stumbles over his words, not making sense at all. But that was what made you interested in the first place, how he continued on and making you giggle in the process, thinking about how adorable he looked right then. 

You were so lost in thought that you hadn’t notice your boyfriend standing by the door way, looking at you with emma laying on your chest and mikey sitting next to you made his heart swell. He slowly walks up to you, lightly tapping your shoulder as he takes a seat beside you and rests his head on your shoulder.

“You’d make a good mom”

Shin blurts out mindlessly, which makes you grow flustered, lightly flicking his forehead.

“Shin!?”

He laughs, pulling you into a hug, careful of emma who was still sitting on your lap, and pressing kisses all over your face. Manjiro grimaces slightly, opting to leave the room while pulling emma along with him so as to not taint her eyes with how sappy their brother is being. 

“Shin!”

“Sorry sorry, couldn’t resist your cute face”

He sighs, picking you up and placing you on his lap once he made sure his siblings were gone.

“Close your eyes”

He tells you, to which you arch an eyebrow at him, questioning him what he was gonna do.

“I’m not gonna do anything bad, trust me’

You slowly closed your eyes, feeling him place something around your neck and your lips met with his own soft ones.

“Okay you can open them now”

You opened your eyes, looking down to see a silver necklace with a pendant with the initial ‘S’. you look back at him, hand gently went from cupping the pendant to his face and bringing him in. face close enough to feel your breaths on each other’s face

“I love it.”

“Yeah? That’s good.”

He tries to connect your lips together, making you jerk your head away, giggling at his pouting face.

“I love you shinichiro.”

Your dark haired boyfriend gives you the biggest smile he ever worn today and brings his hand up behind your head, trapping you as he pressed his lips to yours.

“And i love you too, my dearest angel.”

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[elysianslove]

HI FOR THE DICK ANALYSIS CAN U START WITH JJK PLSS SJSJSJ btw i love your blog sm. thank you for making my day better <3

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HVSJSJD ABSOLUTELY YES I CAN also i love YOU so much mwah <3 and no it’s not taken!! it’s yours now <3

anyways let’s get into w the unrealistic dick analysissss <3 while writing this i deadass was like “so hm should i mention what their cum would taste like” i hate myself 

could i have said more? yes. did i want to spare you guys and my dignity? yes. 

JJK DICK ANALYSIS

starting off with our mc, itadori yuuji

fat cock. fat! cock! it’s around 6.5 inches, but god, there’s so much girth he needs to prep you for forever before you can take him. very veiny too, with a slight curve to the right, and the head flushes so pink when he’s fully hard. it’s just so thick and heavy and feels so good in your hand when you stroke him. inside of you?? holy shit. never used to shave, but once he got an s/o, he started to trim so that it’s tolerable. so kind of him <3 and he has the sexiest happy trail ever. literally so hot, especially when it peaks from his shirt. took him a while to learn how to use a cock as thick as his tbh, but it’s so big that even if he messily fucks into you he’ll leave you braindead. also need to point that yuuji cums like so much. an unbelievable amount. dick looks so good all wet and messy though mwah 

fushiguro megumi

pretty fucking dick. it’s so pretty. so pretty. bit on the longer side, at around 6.9 inches <333 but it’s a skinny dick. hits all the right spots though. it’s so pretty y’all. pale all along and a dark pink tip, not very veiny, but curves a little to the left. the tip is generally sensitive, but he’s just extra sensitive. like the moment he slips inside of you and your walls tighten around his tip he’s ready to bust. loves it when you suck on it then blow and it’s all cold, he just full on shivers it’s beautiful. clean shaven, always. before, with, and after an s/o. he just feels so much cleaner and put together, and becomes he adores deep throating, he doesn’t wanna inconvenience his s/o like that. get you a thoughtful guy like megumi <3 

gojō satoru

i hate this man. he’s like a 7.2 inches and acts like he’s 10 inches. but to be fair, he really does know how to use it. it’s a little tanner than the rest of his body, which is suspicious. do you tan your dick gojō? knowing him he probably does. golden, light pink head, and doesn’t curve at all. just like slaps straight up against his stomach. clean shaven, but he does it to like??? prove a point??? it’s pretty, i’ll admit, has some girth to it too. relatively veiny as well, but nothing that stands out too much. oozes out so much precum when he’s aroused, like ok damn???  but trust, he’ll really know how to make you feel good. also, need to add that gojō definitely flexes his dick at you just cause he can. like makes it bob up and down and twitch. hate him. 

ryomen sukuna

okay so i know he technically shares a body with yuuji but for the sake of this analysis. he is�� my god, i. good luck like, not dying. 15 inches 8.5 inches? give or take :) so fucking thick, and is a darkish, fair color all along his dick, and is a dark, dark pink/mauve at the head. so fucking veiny, like you can feel it when he’s inside of you. doesn’t shave lol. to be fair, he doesn’t want you to shave either, but like he won’t stop you if you do. don’t expect him to though. makes you deep throat him and pushes your head down and all, the audacity. cums so much it’s scary. if cum inflation was legit it’d be sukuna’s main thing. 

nanami kentō

big, fat, long. all of it. bigger than gojō’s. he’s like a 7.6 inches and god does he put every single inch to use. tip flushes an angry red when he’s properly horny. the way he fucks you feel him in your guts, for real. it’s just so fat, and it fills you up so deep. perfect dick. not clean shaven, but it’s not unnecessarily messy either. he likes making you cream around him and marveling at that ring of cum around his cock. and speaking of, he cums so much, and it’s so thick too. anyways. can’t fuck nanami kentō and not cry because of how overwhelmed you are. thank you, moving on. 

getō suguru 

AH. GOD. monster cock. it’s like 8 inches pls. doesn’t he look like an 8 inches. tell me he doesn’t. is that even realistic. who cares? he’s 8 inches. it’s longer than it is thick, though, but trust, you’ll feel him in your guts. flushed, dark, pink head, relatively pale all throughout, and curves a little to the right. never preps you because he’s an asshole i guess? also never shaves, sometimes, if he’s feeling generous, trims, and has a lovely happy trail leading down. dick looks gorgeous when it’s all wet and glossy <333 

inumaki toge 

another insanely pretty dick. like the moment you tug his pants down you just gasp ‘cause wtf it’s gorgeous? very pale, light pink and flushed head, always oozing precum. not veiny at all, and curves to the right. he’s not longer than he is thicker, neither is he thicker than he is longer. justttt right, at 6.4 inches. knows how to use it. angles it perfectly when he’s fucking you. also clean shaven! absolutely! it’s the least he could do, you know. incredible orgasm control to the point that his dick’s always teetering on a purpling head, all for you though <3 

fushiguro toji

another monster cock. like around 7.7/7.8 inches, relatively thick, and another one who’s tip gets a dark red when he’s hard. likes to get himself ready for you by deep throating you and coating his dick with your spit. honestly, in his defense, his dick does look gorgeous like that. not too veiny. there’s one or two that are prominent, maybe. not clean shaven. maybe if you like bully him into doing it something he might. threaten him with no sex! his dick is so hefty and heavy though, like it’s just thangin’ when he’s in sweats. i just know he goes commando. ugh, dilf <3 

[a-glimpse-of-fantasy]

If it's okay to ask...:✨ friends with benefits

😊❤

So thinking about this and that, I thought Faye, Phil and Kyle would be the best candidates for this troupe. (Who is Kyle? You will find out later 😉)

Finally I decided to go with Faye & Kyle😁

Here we go! ^-^

Faye clutches the blanket harder, wrapping herself inside. She seems cold. I think to myself, covering her warmly before dragging myself out of the bed. Honestly, I’m too lazy to go out on the balcony. It’s freaking cold out there.

But what to do? Faye hates the smell of cigarettes. 

I will stop after one. I think to myself. Faye hated when I smell cigarettes. I have been trying to keep it under control these days. 

I can’t believe I’m adjusting to her ways.

It has been two years since this relationship started. Faye was supposedly going out with Jake though I have no idea how or why. And they suddenly broke up, two years ago. 

Since then, Faye never wanted to be in a committed relationship. In her words, it’s a pain in the ass. Well, not that I really cared. I didn’t want to or could handle commitments in the first place. But Faye was an interesting woman to hang out with. Not to mention, attractive. That’s why I suggested starting this kind of relationship with her.

Friends with benefits.

Well, it wasn’t the sole reason, I admit. Honestly, I was pissed at Jake. How could he abandon everything and betray us like that? That idiot even had the audacity to drag Faye, a normal citizen into our mess.

About one thing, I was sure. Jake loved Faye even though they broke up. 

It was Faye who wanted to break up in the first place.

Does that fool still love Faye? I have no idea.

I turn my head to the rustling sounds. Sh*t. Faye has woken up. 

“I told you not to smoke when we’re in the same space.”

I sigh. How many times has this conversation occurred? “I know. I know. That’s why I went to the balcony.”

Faye tilts her face, her lips protruding a little. D*mn. She’s pretty.

“Why are you still here though?”

I tilt my head, what does she mean?

“I mean, you used to leave immediately before. Now you stick around till I wake up.”

Did I? My lips move on their own. “That’s because you said you don’t want to wake up alone-”

She frowns. “What? When did I say that?”

F*ck. She told that to Jake. Not me.

Faye takes a step towards me, tilting her upper body a little. “Kyle, are you still in touch with Jake?”

Her eyes look weird. A weird light sparks in them whenever something about Jake is up. Not really. Even his name or that nymos sign can light her up like magic.

What the hell?

Why does my chest sting? Ridiculous. I know where this is going. “Why do you want to know?” I ask her, irritation clear in my voice.

Biting her lower lip, Faye looks at her feet. Fidgeting with her fingers, she looks up coyly. 

Sh*t. D*mn it!

“How is he?”

I scoff. “You know? If you’re curious...” Walking closer, I whisper to her ear. “Go ask yourself.” I nibble her earlobe, to which she jerks back.

Come to think of it, Faye never blushed adorably unless Jake was there.

What the hell is wrong with me?

Faye glares at me, rubbing her ear roughly. How cute.

Turning away from me, she declared. “Right. Kyle, we should end this soon.”

My heart thumps. “What?” I scoff, it’s unbelievable. “Is it because I didn’t tell you about Jake?”

Faye turns around to face me. Her face bears bewilderment. “What? Are you serious? No.”

“Then why suddenly?”

Faye sighs, “It���s not sudden. You remember I applied to get transferred to Spain?”

“Yeah.”

“It was accepted. I’m leaving in two weeks.”

Honestly? What the hell is wrong with me lately? My heart aches like crazy. 

Well. I still know the answer I should give. I suggested this after all. 

“Friends with benefits. You can leave whenever you want. I can too.”

No strings attached.

“I see. Good luck with that.” I smirk, “Don’t come back crying when you miss me though.”

Faye smiles back. “As if.”

Yeah. I know very well that you won’t do that.

Seriously…

Why do I feel like crying?

***

Somehow it ended in a sad note? which was not my intention at all😅🤷‍♀️

@artic-willow Thanks for the ask❤️️

[gredandforgesmischief]

after all - plus size lily x james!

title: after all

pair: james potter x plus size! lily evans

summary: lily never thought that a person like james could be sincere when asking someone like her out.

content: uhh idk what to put here but lily has anxiety/body image issues

word count: 2500

a/n: hiii everyone this is my first piece of writing on this account :)) i posted this headcanon on my tiktok a while back and people really wanted me to write about it, so i did! feedback is always welcome.

other characters/ships mentioned: dorlene, wolfstar, mary macdonald, marlene mckinnon, remus lupin, sirius black, minerva mcgonagal

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“Oi, Evans, wait!”

Lily groaned as the bespectacled boy jogged towards her. Not this again she thought to herself. Despite her less than happy expression, James smiled kindly towards her. She nodded to him hoping that he would carry on and say whatever he had approached her for.

“Would you want to go to Hogsmeade with me this weekend?” Lily noticed that he was fumbling with his sleeve as he asked, and could tell that he was nervous. His anxiousness made her feel a bit bad about what she was to say next.

“James I-” She started, her lips pursing into a frown, but James already knew what she was going to say.

James smiled sheepishly, scratching the back of his neck with his hand. “It’s no worries,” Lily avoided eye contact with him, as he began to walk away. “Just let me know if you change your mind.” James said as he continued down the corridor.

-

“Lily, I honestly don’t know what you’re on about. James asks you out every chance he gets,” Marlene said, glaring at the redhead as she plopped down onto her bed, “you just never accept his offers.”

Lily looked to Mary for help, but had little luck as Mary silently agreed with Marlene. The three had just come back from dinner and were painting each other’s nails.

“Why are we even talking about this, Mary was asking you about Dorcas. What does that have to do with James and I?” Lily pulled her hand away from Mary, smudging the nail that Mary was painting.

“So you agree that there is something going on between you and James?” Mary questioned, ignoring the fact that Lily had ruined the work that she had been doing for the last twenty minutes. Marlene laughed, noticing the flush on Lily’s face.

“We all saw you two today before potions, don’t be coy!” Marlene egged on. Lily got up from her position on the floor, rolling her eyes while doing so.

“I don’t know how many times that I have to tell you that James isn’t into me. Neither of you will ever get it. A guy like him wouldn’t want to date someone like me.” Mary glanced at Marlene, the air in the room starting to become a bit tense. Lily cleared her throat, hoping that neither of the girls across from her would press further.

Mary and Marlene were not unfamiliar to Lily’s harsh demeanor. At this point, they knew Lily like the back of their hands. They knew what she meant when she said “someone like me”. It was far too often the two consoled Lily when she cried to them about a cruel comment that someone had made to her about her weight.

Although Lily had been dealing with these comments all throughout her sixteen years of life, her insecurities only grew as she became a teenager. It was quite difficult for her to not compare herself to her thinner classmates, regardless of how much it hurt to think about.

“You are beautiful Lils,” Lily looked at Mary as she spoke, awaiting the rest of her sentence, but was met without any other words.

Marlene and Mary’s affection towards her was something that Lily had to get used to at first. Lily had never been comfortable with people complimenting her physical appearance because of the conditions that usually accompanied the compliment.

Nearly every compliment that Lily could remember was backhanded, until she had met her two best friends. Whether it was her aunt congratulating her on losing some amount of weight or the uncomfortable, “You’re pretty for a big girl.” Regardless of how hard she tried, the comments about her body never seemed to cease.

“Mary is right, Lily, you are stunning. You don’t have to go on a date with James, but give him some credit. He’s not a total arse.” Marlene said, trying to deescalate the situation.

Lily nodded, but even their kind words couldn’t soothe her anxiety. She looked toward the clock on her side table and noticed the time.

“I have to go. Head Girl duties call.” Lily quickly grabbed the robe on her bed, bringing it along in case she got cold while making her rounds. Marlene and Mary flashed sympathetic smiles at the redhead as she left the dorm, knowing she would have to go face James.

-

Surprisingly, James was waiting for her when Lily reached the bottom of the steps. Lily held back a laugh, noticing him struggling to attach his “Head Boy” pin onto his uniform. You would think someone as smart as James could figure out a simple pin.

“Let me help you,” Lily said, breaking James out of his deep concentration. He looked at her with appreciation before handing the gold pin her way.

Lily tugged the front of his robes slightly before attaching the pin onto it. She hummed in satisfaction before pulling away from him. As she pulled away she noticed James was staring at her quite intensely.

Lily flushed as they made eye contact. She couldn’t deny that James was attractive, but she didn’t let herself dwell on it.

“We should probably get going, I don’t want to be out all night.” Lily stated firmly starting to head out into the corridor, James following close behind her.

As the two walked around the castle, Lily distanced herself from James. She honestly did not want to deal with any awkward conversation. At this point, she had brushed James off far too many times to count, and it made her unbelievably anxious to have to do it again.

Just as they had turned the corner towards the middle courtyard, the pair heard a loud boom near the transfiguration classroom.

“Oh great, just what I need right now,” Lily thought to herself as she and James headed into the classroom. Just as they walked into the room, the door shut behind them quite forcefully. There had seemed to be no one in the room besides the two of them. The brunet grabbed the handle of the door quickly, realizing that it was stuck.

“You don’t happen to have your wand… do you?” The boy looked towards Lily with a concerned look on his face.

Lily patted the pocket of her robe before realizing that this was in fact not her robes, but rather Marlene’s. She huffed out a breath of air. “You would think I would notice the size difference” Lily silently cursed at herself before looking towards a confused James.

“This isn’t my robe, I must have grabbed Marlene’s before I left. Why don’t you have your wand? Kind of irresponsible, no?” Lily scolded, hoping that he was messing with her about not having his wand. After her conversation with Marlene and Mary, Lily was not feeling her best, and it became very apparent to James as she bit her nails anxiously.

“Hey, you also forgot your wand, but you don’t see me complaining.” James was joking, but when he looked at Lily once more, he noticed that her eyes were watering. “I’m just kidding, Lily, are you alright?”

Lily frowned at the brunet’s apology, she couldn’t stand him acting like he cared so deeply for her. The two were barely even acquaintances, and she didn’t feel like explaining all of her anxiety quirks to someone she hardly knew.

“Please don’t do that. Don’t act like you care.” Lily said forcefully, meeting eyes with the brown-eyed boy. The two had now moved away from the door and were sitting on the floor near the wall opposite to the door.

Once more, James looked at the redhead in confusion. He racked his brain to think about every interaction he had with Lily that day, before it dawned on him.

“Is this about me asking you out? I never meant to make you uncomfortable- you see I thought Hogsmeade could even be a group thing. Remus and Sirius would also come- wait I guess they’re a couple, but it doesn’t have to be a double date… you could bring Mary-” James went on, his cheeks a soft pink, before Lily cut him off.

“Listen, James, I don’t know if you get some sort of kick out of asking me out, but whatever angle you’re playing at I’d rather not be a part of it,” Lily was visibly distraught now, her jaw was clenched and a single tear was rolling down her cheek. For what felt like the hundredth time, James looked to her in genuine confusion.

James had nothing to say, and as he stared at her mouth ajar, she started up again.

“You could have at least picked a better joke. Asking out the fat girl is so overdone. I didn’t think that you of all people would be so awful,”

Lily was really crying now. “Marlene told me that you were sweeter than before, and I really gave you the benefit of the doubt...but here we are and you’re still laughing at me!” Lily didn’t mean to blow up at James, but at this point they had been stuck in the classroom for what had felt like hours.

Lily wrapped her arms around herself, her head hanging down. She knew that James was staring at her, but she couldn’t find it in herself to care. Maybe now he’ll leave me alone.

Both of the Gryffindors were quiet for a long minute before James decided to break the silence.

“Lily, I don’t know what I’ve said to make you think that I’m joking, but I promise you I’m not. I get it if you don’t want to go out with me, but I just need you to know that I would never ask you out as a joke. Why would you think that?”

Lily finally pulled her head up and looked at James. His brow was furrowed and the expression on his face was unreadable. She took a breath, calming herself down.

“What do you mean, James? I mean look at me.”

There it was. That feeling. It was unavoidable at this point. All of the insecurity that Lily had shoved down was threatening to spill out. It was infrequent that Lily really confronted her self-image, but her conversation with James forced everything to surface.

James could almost see the gears in Lily’s head turning, it was very obvious that she was thinking hard about something. He sighed, not wanting to press her further.

“Lily, I don’t know what happened to make you think that I was joking, but I would truly be honored to take you out.” James said cautiously. He couldn’t tell if this would upset her further. Lily was looking at him in speculation, but at some point she had stopped crying.

She was looking at him, not speaking, almost as if to tell him to keep going. For months she had thought James was playing some cruel prank on her, but they were alone now. There wasn’t some audience to laugh at her if she told James how she felt. And even if he was joking, the pair were by themselves, and Lily could deny accepting James' invitation for a date to anyone that James would tell.

As she looked at him, she noticed that James genuinely seemed horrified at her accusation against him. If she wasn’t completely sure that James was being sincere, she would not have said another word, but for whatever reason, Lily trusted James.

“I’m sorry for yelling at you,” Lily was sorry, “I don’t know what it is. There’s just something about someone like you wanting to go out with someone like me that seems… off.”

James frowned. He wasn’t oblivious to what Lily was talking about, but he really couldn’t understand why Lily was insecure. There weren't enough words to describe the beauty that Lily emitted.

“Lily, you’re the smartest person I know-”

“That’s what everyone says, James.” Lily laughed softly, watching James squirm at her words. She knew that he was nervous, but it was funny to see him care so much.

“Oh, so you do want me to be mean to you?” James’ tone was serious, but there was a lighthearted look in his eyes.

Lily rolled her eyes, “Haha, very funny. I don’t even think you could be mean to me. I think the last time I saw someone this nervous was when Marlene tried out for quidditch during second year.” The two laughed, James nudging Lily with his arm playfully.

As their laughter died down, James remarked, “Enough with the jokes, though. You’re actually the most beautiful person I’ve ever met,” Even after he was met with a glare from Lily, he continued. “You’ve been crying and you still look lovely, Lily.”

Lily sighed. First Mary and Marlene, now him? Lily felt embarrassed, but James was still staring at her, and adoringly at that. The soft rouge tint that marked his cheeks was still prominent.

“Well, you’re cute when you’re nervous,” Lily retorted, smiling as James flushed a deeper shade of red, “But I’m sure you get that often.”

James hummed, “Blimey, I don’t think anyone has seen me as nervous as I am right now, honest.” Lily apologized once more for assuming the worst in him.

The two small talked for a long while after that, simply basking in each other’s presence. James learned about Lily’s family, and Lily learned about what it was like at the Potter’s residence. Something about their dynamic felt natural.

Their conversation was halted as someone opened the door. There, standing in pajamas, was a distraught looking Mary and an annoyed Professor Mcgonagall.

Mary started, “There you are! You were gone for nearly two hours. After a while, I thought I should go check on you.”

“That’s enough, Ms. Macdonald,” Professor Mcgonagall said, “What were you two even doing in here?”

Before Lily could start to explain, James cut her off. “We were making our rounds down the corridor, when there was a loud noise coming from the classroom. When we walked in here, the door was jammed and neither of us had our wands.”

Mcgonagall looked skeptical at their story, but decided not to press the issue any further. With a gesture of her hand, the three Gryffindors started walking towards the common room.

Mary immediately went up to bed, exhausted from worrying about her best friend. Meanwhile, James and Lily had to have a quick word with Mcgonagall.

The Professor commented briskly, “Next time, please make sure you have your wand on you. You two are Head Boy and Girl after all.” Noting the nod of approval from the two teenagers, Mcgonagall went off to bed.

The pair walked into the common room, both exhausted. In spite of their tiredness, the two were radiant.

“Goodnight, Lily. I hope you sleep well.” Lily smiled, mumbling a quiet, “Goodnight James,” as she made her way up the dormitory steps.

As Lily settled into bed, she thought to herself, Maybe James would get that date after all.

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Don't fear the reaper

You love to go urban exploring and you make contact with a sexy supernatural being. I wrote this during KINKtober

Kirishima x female reader

TW:CHOKING, ROUGH SEX, BREEDING KINK, TALK OF DEATH.

Word count: 3420

Walking through abandoned buildings wasn't the safest hobby but it was definitely the most interesting one. You loved seeing all the graffiti, art and equipment from a bygone era. Sometimes you went with groups when the buildings seemed more dangerous but today you went alone. As you made your way through the abandoned factory for today's exploration you noticed all the dusty work stations, they were so eerie the way they were still set up like a worker had walked away for a break and just never returned. You were honestly tempted to film the place but seeing as you were doing this on a saturday and Halloween no less you decided not to push your luck. Walking carefully you avoided the broken glass and some more crumbling areas in the concrete floors. This space was so wide open it made you curious as to what had been made here in the factories prime.

 

As you headed towards the stairs that would take you to the second floor you heard a thump and a voice shout "fucking rats." From above you. Slowly you took the stairs one at a time and called out asking if anyone was there. After a bit of shuffling the voice spoke again." If you're a cop no one is here if you're an urban explorer I'm totally here and would love some company." Laughing you stepped onto the second floor landing coming face to face with a redheaded man with surprisingly sharp teeth. Smiling at you he came forward with a hand out for a handshake. Shaking his hand you noticed how large his hands were and how strong his grip was. Letting go you introduced yourself feeling a bit awkward now that you could see the face that went along with the voice. With a wide smile he crossed his arms over his toned chest, pulling his shirt taunt over the muscles. You really needed to get layed if a rando you just met on an exploring trip was getting you hot and bothered. You were so caught up in your own thoughts you almost didn't hear him introduce himself.

 

"The names Eijiro Kirishima and it's nice to meet a fellow explorer." You smiled at him before looking away to take in your new surroundings. The second floor was a bit dark and seemed even more dusty than the first if that was possible. Walking further into the area you saw a wooden plank laying in the middle of the mostly clear walkway. As you looked at it Kirishima chuckled and rubbed a hand on the back of his neck. "That plank was my fault. I was walking further in to explore some more and a rat jumped out at me." Laughing you told him you had heard his comments on the rat earlier from downstairs. It was quite interesting to see such a large man blush like a child at being caught cursing. Quickly Kirishima bent down and picked up the plank to place it back against the wall.

 

Damn the man had an amazing ass and those arms were so cut you were definitely sure your pussy had just clenched a little. This was bad, this poor man was just being friendly and here you were imagining what it would be like to have his forearm around your throat while he did dirty things to your body. Clearing your throat you asked if he'd like to join for the rest of the second floor exploration. "I'd love that pebble. I usually wander around alone but I'd never say no to having company as cute as you." Blushing you looked away as you started to walk with him going deeper into the dusty space. To your left there were tons of planks and glass panes leaning against the wall and to the right were mostly boxes stacked against the railings. You assumed this must have been office space for the owners and admins of the factory. As you walked a little ahead trying to see what was by the farthest walls you heard the floorboards groaning under your weight before they completely went out from under you.

 

You were lucky and grabbed a part of the floor that hadn't caved in as you fell. You yelled for help and saw Kirishima walk closer to where you were hanging. His face looked conflicted as he made no move to help or even to give you any reassurance. You realized he wasn't scared to fall in but you couldn't tell why he wouldn't help. Sighing defeatedly Kirishima walked over without an ounce of fear and crouched down to make eye contact with you. "I don't know what to do with you pebble, my job is to guide your soul to the afterlife but I really like you. You're so sweet and shy, much too good to be restarted just because the plan says so." What was he talking about? His job was to guide your soul? Why was he talking like he knew you? You just met him 30 minutes ago. Had you just become friends with a nut job who planned to watch you die?

 

"Ah I can see that you're confused, I mean I would be too." standing up to his full high he towered over you as you continued to stare up at him with a mix of confusion and fear. He placed back and forth for a moment before turning to you and smiling that big sharp toothed grin that moments before would have made your tummy do a little flip. If hanging half out of a hole in an abandoned building wasn't enough what happened next shocked you so much you almost lost your grip. Kirishima slowly began to lift off from the floor just floating in mid air. With wide eyes you stared in shock, wondering if maybe you had gone a little crazy while hoping he might help you so that you didn't fall to your death. "Well I know what I'm about to tell you is a bit unbelievable so I decided to show you that I'm not joking before I explain. I happen to be a reaper and today was supposed to be the day you die. But like I said I really don't know what to do with you seeing as I don't want someone as manly and fearless as you to just be gone and reincarnated as someone else."

 

As if to further prove his status as a reaper the man before you started to change. His hoodie and shorts, which were pretty standard for building walks, melted away into a pair of black military style pants and boots along with a fitted black tank top that hugged his chest and back muscles in a way that should definitely be illegal. His arms were covered in a few black band tattoos that circled his wrists and biceps. What was the most astonishing was that his spiky red hair grew long, long to the point that the ends floated around his hips. His still smiling face was covered with a half skull mask leaving his mouth still exposed. "Hey pebble do you want to live as who you are now even if that meant some things about you would change or do you want to die and have me guide you to the next realm? I'll do whatever makes you happier even if it's not what I'd like to see." His eyes shone with sincerity through his mask and his smile seemed a bit forced. You could tell that even though he wasn't human like you he still felt the same emotions that you did. From everything he had said and shown you you could tell he held affection towards you. Enough so that he was willing to go against what was probably as natural as breathing for a reaper. Looking up at him still floating above you a smile broke over your face. You told him you wanted to stay as yourself whatever the changes might be.

 

Kirishima grinned at you somehow managing to look sweet and scary all at once. Wasting no time he floated over you and grabbed you by the back of your shirt with one hand. Instead of pulling you back to the second level he drifted the two of you through the hole and down to the concrete floors below. Letting go of the back of your shirt he held out his hand to you still trying to give you some control over the situation. As you took his hand he gave it a grateful squeeze before moving to sit with you on a dust covered bench. "Listen pebble I want to be honest with you. The only way for you to stay yourself is if you became my anchor. An anchor is kind of like a reaper's chosen soulmate and we only get a chance to have one every 1000 years of service." This day was getting stranger and stranger by the fucking minute. You could live but you would need to become this man's soulmate, basically his wife. Looking at him again you could say you wouldn't enjoy the physical parts of such a relationship. Honestly Kirishima had no business being this sexy. Well if this kind of thing was gonna happen to you Halloween was no better day for it to happen on. Squeezing his hand you agreed even though you knew he had more to explain.

 

"If you're sure then I'll take us to my home so that we can link our souls without turning into dust bunnies." The world around you faded out and changed into a huge bedroom that was painted black and red with posters of an old superhero movie lining them. There was workout equipment everywhere you looked, well that at least told you that his muscles were all from hard work and not just random spooky reaper magic. With no small bit of embarrassment you sat on his bed and rubbed your fingers across the covers looking anywhere but him. Taking you straight into his bedroom instead of a living room or something told you exactly what you had been guessing at. Linking souls was definitely going to require sexual contact. "Pebble look at me." Looking up you took him in once again almost drooling over his now shirtless chest as he loosened his belt giving you a tantalizing look at his black happy trail. He walked up to you and held your cheeks in his hands. He searched your eyes for a few moments and when he saw no fear or rejection lowered his head to give you a kiss. This kiss was slow and gentle but full of so much heat you were sure every nerve in your body was on fire. Kirishima's tongue licked across yours as he savored the taste of his soon to be anchor. Not wanting to just sit there and take it you put your all into the kiss licking his teeth, nibbling on his lips, and even sucking on his tongue the same way you wished to suck on another part of his body. Kirishima broke the kiss panting heavily as he let his hands caress down your neck until they reached the collar of the t-shirt you wore. With barely a flick of his fingers your shirt was torn down the middle, your bra sharing its fate. He pushed the shredded material down your shoulders letting it fall to the bed.

 

"I'm going to be as gentle as I can for you pebble but I have very limited control over myself at the moment. Your so fucking beautiful I swear my supervisor gave me your case cause he knew I'd fall for you." Crawling over you he straddled your waist and began to kiss and bite down your neck stopping only when he reached your breast. Pushing both your breasts together he kissed every inch of them worshiping the heavy mounds. With no warning he sucked both of your nipples into his mouth, bathing them with his tongue before biting them. After every bite he flicked his tongue against the hardened peaks earned himself little whines and moans of appreciation. Once he felt that he could no longer hold himself in check with just adoring your nipples, Kirishima slid down off the bed to crouch in front of you for the second time that day. Slipping his fingers under the waistband of your panties and shorts he tugged them down and over your boots leaving you in only your favorite necklace and your socks and boots. His blood was fire in his veins as he took in the sight of you. Your pussy was so beautifully slick with your juices that it would have been blasphemous for him not to take a taste. Grabbing your thighs he used them to pull your ass to the edge of the bed where he drove in with no hesitation. Licking and sucking the lips of your pussy before using his tongue to separate them. Each swipe of his tongue drove you higher and closer to orgasm. He suckled your clit grazing it with those sharp teeth. The hint of danger from having such vicious looking teeth on something so sensitive threw you over the edge. The pleasure made you so mindlessly happy that you screamed out "eijiro." Like it was a prayer.

 

At the sound of his first name on your lips all rational thought was lost to kiri. He stood shoving his pants down just enough to free his throbbing cock before he pulled you so only your shoulders and head remained on the bed. With you folded over the way he wanted Kiri slammed his cock into your tight little hole. He was only able to fit about half of his massive girth inside before he had to pull back out leaving only the head inside. This move was the best he could do to get the right momentum to start his powerful digging thrusts. Each thrust was hard and determined, meant to help him reach his goal. And reach his goal is what he did, Kiri bottomed out inside of you after 5 thrusts. His cock head kissed your cervix on the last thrust pulling a choked sob from your throat. Being folded into such a position only made the stretching of your pussy feel that much more overwhelming. Kiri set up a hard measured pace,his only focus on getting his seed into your womb to link the two of you together. Grunting and growling he told you everything he planned. "Fuck pebble your so damn tight and wet. I need to get my cum inside your womb otherwise I might go insane. No one told me linking to your anchor would make me feel like this. I wanna destroy anyone who would ever think to take you from me." You whined desperately every time his cock head battered against the entrance to your womb. It was too much and not enough at the same time. Reaching up you tried to rub your clit only for kiri to grab your wrist and hold it in a firm grip. He was almost passed the point of words but managed a beastly sounding "not without me." Before he increased his pace and shifted his hips making sure every thrust hammered your gspot. Kiri leaning over you to rail your little hole was already a sight to see but the way his hair hung down and tickled against your skin made every nerve ending you had buzz with electricity. A few strands had started to cling to his face due to the sweat pouring off of him and you had to swallow to keep from drooling. This man was made for it seemed, he was everything you had ever fantasized about on those lonely treks through the newest abandoned explore. The sounds of your sex echoed through the room, wet sucking noises, the slap of skin on skin and the sounds only two people in a haze pleasure could make. As he got closer kiri started to slap three fingers on his free hand against your clit. The rhythm of the slaps matched his cocks thrusts so perfectly it caused your pussy to let out a constant stream of squirt. At his final thrust he locked his knees prepared for what was to come. Kiri's cum shot from his slit hosing against your cervix as the base of his cock swelled locking inside you. His cum was so hot and he hadn't stopped tapping your clit. All this combined with the swelling of his cock threw you over the edge, an orgasm ripping through your body so hard your eyes rolled back in your head. Once you had gone limp kiri pulled you up into his arms before turning and sitting on the bed, still locked inside you.

 

"You are my anchor now the other part of me that will light my way even in the darkest hour." Laying down kiri relaxed, one large hand stroking your back as your breathing began to even out. Just as you were about to drift off you felt shocks and tingling race up and down your arms. Leaning up you looked down at your arms and found you had developed the same tattoos that kiri had on his arms. When you questioned him on it he smiled happily before caressing each mark. "These are proof that our link is true and blessed by the fate in charge of reaper unions." Your heart did a little flip as you took in his love filled expression. By now Kiri's knot had gone down so you pulled yourself up and off of his semi hard cock. He protested wishing to sleep buried inside you but quieted down when you spun around and put your pussy over his face. Leaning down you took his cock in hand and began to lick all the cum and pussy juice from it. Following your lead kiri pulled your hips down and swiped his tongue through the combination of your fluids and his. Once you had his cock cleaned you started to tease him, digging your tongue into his slit. His hips bucked and his leisurely pace on your pussy became wild as he slurped and sucked away. Feeling mischievous you continued you playing with his slit but began to rub that sensitive spot just under the head of his cock.

 

That is where you went wrong or in this case very right. Kiri's switch was flipped as he lifted you clear in the air by your hips. He threw you into the middle of the room but instead of hitting the floor you stayed suspended in the air. He was using his powers on you! With his magic kiri floated you to sit on his cock no other part of him touching you but the cock pressed at your entrance. "Pretty pebble do your bolder a favor and count for me. I want to see just how much of me is claiming this pussy." You couldn't deny him since keeping silent only made him tease you gently with his tip. Frustrated and wet you began to count each inch. At six you really started to feel the stretching of your inner muscles on this heavy cock. At nine inches you had a little drool running down the corner of your mouth. At twelve inches your pussy was continuously dribbling squirt down Kiri's cock and balls. At fourteen you came whining his name, begging him to fuck you properly and end this delicious torture. All he did was laugh and slowly thrust inside of you keeping you well pleasured but unsatisfied. "It's ok pebble we have all the time in the world now. We're going to take this slow all night long." His last words were said on a beastly growl as he placed one hand on your throat and squeezed enough to make your pussy squeeze his cock in return. This whole Halloween had been nuts so an all night fuck fest with your new supernatural soulmate was just the cherry on top. Sobbing you reached back and grabbed hold of a lock of his hair looking for any part of him to touch that could ground you. His thrusts got harder as you pulled. Well you knew how to get him to fuck you harder. You couldn't wait to learn more tonight and for the rest of your eternity together.