#donna's so pretty here ugh

[have-you-seen-my-sanity]

Sweet like honey

Steven Grant x fem!reader

Short summary: After a long day at work Steven felt needy and wanted to make you feel good.

Tags: body worship?, oral fem!receiving, PinV, Steven treating reader like a goddess, mature themes.

Steven came home later than usual today, he texted you Donna was being mean to him again but didn't go into detail. Steven entered his flat, seeing you scrolling through your phone on the couch in his living area. A smile automatically formed on his lips, no matter how stressful his days were, you always made his heart melt.

"Love I'm home." He announced softly as to not startle you. You looked up, greeting him with a warm smile "Hi Steven." you stood up and rushed over to him, hugging him, "Your tea is almost done. I put some honey into it to brighten up your night a little." you smiled up at him.

"Thank you." He hugged you back tightly, kissing the top of your head. Steven gently pulled back "You know you didn't have to get the tea ready f'me, it's not like I can't do it myself." Steven chuckled, putting his bag down and pulling off his jacket. "You deserve it. Especially after Donna made you stay longer." You insisted, getting back to the couch. "Ugh, don't get me started on Donna. She's such a douche. Sometimes I wish I could just kick her in the butt and hope she would fall into the trash." Steven complained and made his way to the kitchen for the tea.

Meanwhile you turned on the tv, waiting for Steven to return. As Steven returned couple minutes later, he carried two cups of steaming tea, one for you and one for him. He sat down beside you, handing you a cup "Here you go, luv." He smiled, grabbing the remote and switching channels until it landed on a movie. "Thank you, sweet, handsome and the most perfect Steven." you grinned, taking the cup. "Please, I'm melting rightnow, just by being near you." Steven chuckled, ruffling your hair gently.

You and Steven watched the movie and drinking the tea. As you cuddled into him, you felt Steven's hand snaking down your side, squeezing your hip gently, he leaned in and kissed your shoulder, moving upwards to your neck, the spot behind your ear and your cheek, kissing it a few times before you turned to him "Need something?" you asked softly with a giggle. Steven stopped and looked at you "Need you." he kissed you on the lips, "Please, let me make you feel good, you deserve it after being so good to me, please love." Steven pleaded. "Stevy, you don't have to, really." you replied but Steven looked at you with his now familiar puppy eyes, making it hard for you to deny him. In the end you accepted, making Steven beam with love, he gently laid you back on the couch, pulling your pants off, gently spreading your legs and leaning in between them, his eyes set on your core "So beautiful." he murmured, reaching out and running his fingers along your folds making you let out a small moan, Steven looked up at you and smirked "S'that all for me, my little goddess?" he leaned in closer, giving your hole a lick, trailing his tongue upwards to your clit, you arched your back into him, he dived in and started eating you out, slurping your essence and doing his wonders with his tongue.

"You taste so sweet...like honey.." Steven moaned into you. You chuckled, looking down at him "That's the tea Steven, not me."

Steven looked up at you, grinning "Nah, 'm pretty sure it's you. It has to be, only a goddess like you can taste this sweet." his words made you throw your head back against the armrest as Steven continued to worship you with his mouth and tongue. Eventually, your orgasm approached, making Steven moan as he greedily slurped up all evidence of your orgasm. He sat back up, smiling at you "Are you satisfied, luv?" he asked "Yeah." you grinned, catching your breath, "Your turn." you said, propping yourself up on your elbows. "You don't have to do anything, I just wanted to make you feel good." Steven insisted.

"Stevennnn!" You whined, pouting at him. You knew Steven couldn't stand when you were pouting at him like that, so he positioned himself between your legs, undoing his pants and pulling his cock out, "Want me inside you? 's that what you want?" Steven asked, rubbing his cockhead teasingly against your hole, you nodded, Steven entered you slowly, letting you adjust to his size and started moving in a steady pace "Feels so good, love." he moaned, his cock hitting all the spots inside you, "You're so good, Steven." you moaned, feeling your pleasure building up again, making you arch your back again. Steven's pace increased, his hips slapping against your skin, his breathing getting heavier, signalizing his orgasm, his thrusts became faster and harder, your moans louder. Steven came first, but feeling him fill you up made your cunt flutter around him, squeezing him. As both of you calmed down from orgasm, Steven pulled out, cleaning you up gently and putting himself back, handing you your discarted clothes back "That was quite intense, wasn't it?" Steven asked, smiling at you. "Yes it was, all thanks to you, Stevy." you giggled, sitting back down on the couch beside him. Steven pulled you into his arms, running his fingers through your hair lovingly. After some time, Steven noticed your eyes getting heavier as you were about to doze off "Wanna go to bed?" he asked softly you looked up at him, smiling "No, I wanna stay here with you." you snuggled more into him, resting your head against his shoulder, "Alright fine, but don't blame me if you fall asleep in my arms and make me carry you to bed later." Steven chuckled, as you let out a groggy laughter, "Deal."

Steven pulled you closer, grabbing a nearby blanket and pulled it gently over you, wrapping his arms around you, continuing to watch the movie as you fell asleep soundly in his arms.

[mosneakers]

Clementine: [staring at the screen in disbelief] This doesn't make any sense. She won… it's official. Kirsten: [with a heavy sigh] Well, I’ll be damned. You kids see the power you wield? You resurrected that Salas bunch, and now we’ve got a damn vampire in office. I'm telling you, it's that Darling family curse, it's no joke.

Salem: Yeah, no one's fucking laughing, mom.

Yellow: [Starts pacing, checking cell phone] Has anyone heard from Coraleye? It’s nearly 4 AM, and she hasn’t checked in. That’s not like her—especially after this long.

Donna, anxiously knitting on the sofa, turns to give her husband a loving glance, striving to keep her tone light and comforting. Donna: We needn't fret, love. She's likely off with Tycho, helping him get his mind off things like lovebirds do— hehe! Yellow: [Sighs] You’re probably right. I’ll give her more time before trying again. I do remember how it felt, being young and utterly smitten. [Grins and cheesily winks at Donna]

Salem: Disgusting.

Donna: You are! [Playfully sticks out tongue]

Seymour, thought to be asleep, croaks a laugh. Salem groans and leans forward, burying her head in her hands.

Out of nowhere, the Darling family landline rings, breaking the silence with a jolt. The unexpected sound causes even the family dog to yelp in surprise. Donna: Oh, heavens! It's alright, Mimsy, that's just the phone. Gave me a scare too; it hardly ever rings. Excuse me, I'll answer it.

Donna gently sets her knitting kit aside, then carefully maneuvers around the jumbled feet and dog, making her way to the foyer to tend to the ringing phone. Yellow tries his daughter’s cellphone once more, as Clementine nudges Salem with her leg. Clementine: What's wrong? Having doubts about resurrecting them? Salem: Of course not. Don’t be stupid. That was the only way I'd get you back. How was I supposed to know it'd get lead to this? She was so different all those years ago.

Donna, usually known for her bravery, suddenly cries out in distress from the foyer, causing Yellow to rush to her side, alarmed. Yellow: Donna, sweetheart! What's wrong? Who called? Donna: That was an officer from the city. We have to go pick up Coraleye right away! There's been a terrible accident. Yellow: What? What happened to her? Is she hurt?

Donna: She's safe, but it sounds like others may have been hurt, and she's rather quite shaken. They wouldn't elaborate, so I guess we'll learn more when we arrive. Oh! Let me just fetch my slippers!

Clementine: Shit, I’m pretty worried… should we tag along? Yellow: We’ll manage. Maybe you all stay here in case anything comes up here. Thanks, Clem. Mom— we'll be right back with Coraleye. Will you be alright getting Dad to bed? Kirsten: Yes, of course, hun. Just get my baby girl back home safe and soon.

Clementine: Ditto. Give her hugs and kisses for me. [Waits for Donna and Yellow to leave] What a crazy night. What do you think went down?

Salem: How should I know.

Clementine: Think it’s connected to Salas winning?

Salem: Most likely. And now that a psychotic vampire is in charge— this is just the beginning. Who knows what she's capable of?

Kirsten: You can say that again. How long is it gonna take before someone addresses that none of us mediums have been able to make contact with Jay Salas? I think the bitch killed her husband. Salem: Mom please, not now. Kirsten: Sorry! Just saying... I have my suspicions. Guess we'll save it for a later season.

Salem exhales heavily, clutching her scalp. Her gaze drifts to the glowing TV screen, where Tatiana's unsettling grin beams back, mocking her hesitation.

Salem: Ugh, fuck! I can’t believe I’m responsible for this fucking shitshow.

Clementine: [Brief silence, eyes transfixed on the screen] …You brought her into this realm.

Salem: …And I’m gonna have to take her out.

[junespriince]

you know what fuck you! *Yuri your birdflash* au

Wally: Linda! Hartley! Guys I need help!

Linda: what's wrong?

Hartley: is Chris still bothering you? God, he can't take no for an answer!

Wally: not him, those he did try to sit with me in lecture today, but that's besides the point just, ugh just come with me to my apartment!

Kyle, Conner, Hartley, Linda, Ace, and Bart sitting in her living room.

Wally: so Birdie just asked me out on a date—

Kyle: about fucking time.

Wally: shut up Kyle, and listen!

Wally, huffs: anyways, she asked me out on a date, and I don't know what to wear, she said we're going to a thrift store, and then a botanical garden exhibit, and then a dinner at this way to fancy restaurant and I don't want to make more of a fool of myself then I already have, I mean what if I dress to fancy I'll stick out, but if I dress to lower she'll hate me and I'll never see her again and like this was a dream come true she asked me out, if she hate me then we won't build a house together in the forest, adopt a turtle as our child, maybe have a dog too, and we won't wake up together or make bread together or anything! I need you guys to help me here!

Hartley: if she hates you for dressing comfortably then she ain't it then.

Wally: but she's everything! She's smart, beautiful, talented, her eyes are the most beautiful gems I ever seen, her dimples are so cute, and she takes up half my future planning I can't mess this up, please just help a girl out over here! *Staring to tear up*

Kyle: okay, okay we get it! We'll help, stop crying!

Bart: must be real desperate bringing all of us in here to help.

Wally: very! Kori off planet or I'd call her too.

Ace: okay sis, bring out the outfits you have in mind.

Linda: and the shoes! Oh let me get my makeup bag as well, I'll be right back!

Conner: I'll make some tea and look through your hair products, I'm thinking hair down, help shape those curls out, and maybe a cute hair accessory.

Kyle: can I go cunty?

Wally: no! This is the first date! I need to be cute, but rememberable.

Hartley: let me see your closet, when the date?

Wally: in seven hours.

Hartley: a little bit of a challenge but doable.

Bart: I'll make snacks, and I'll have Kon spy on her so we can match her levels!

Wally, about to cry again: oh my god thank you, thank you, thank you!

7 hours later and at Bludhaven's cafe, lesbian owned

Rania ((Urania ))(Dick*), dressed in a cute and nice little blazer moment, in deep green, dress shirt unbuttoned at the top, Sharp but not too sharp makeup, short hair slicked back a bit, tented glasses rest at the edge of her nose and they're red hearts: My little Willow tree, you are right on time, excited for our date to be late? *Soft chuckle, dimples showing*

Wally, long waterfall curls with a cute strawberry headband, that iconic strawberry midi dress, very little makeup Bec we don't cover freckles in this house hold, nervous: very, I-I,,, I didn't want to keep you waiting is all, rainy.

Rania, calm and collective: no worries, *offers arm* let's go, have a busy night ahead of us.

Wally, blushing taking her arm: y-yeah.

Rania, hours before

Rania, holding her brothers, sister, Steph, Barbara, Donna, her dad, the butler, Roy, and Kori hostage in her room: if I don't look stunning for that pretty girl, I will die! I need suggestions and support people!

Jason: why would we want to help you?

Rania: because if I don't impress her, I'm destroying all your books.

Jason:

Jason: I'll get the makeup.

Roy: girl, I don't know how to dress myself the hell you think I can help you here?

Rania: then support me!

Bruce, on the phone: calling Diana, Selena, and Talia as we speak sweetheart.

Alfred: I'll get the outfit Miss Urania.

Rania: thanks, I just,,, I have to make a good impression on her! My future hangs in the balance with her!

Barbara: getting the gel, Damian get Jon to spy on Willow we need these two to match, sapphics love a good match.

Damian: got it. Do you want some tea Urania?

Rania: yes, please, thanks Dami, you're a good kid, and I love you so much, you know that?

Damian, prideful about the praise: of course I do.

Tim: kiss ass

Damian: hate not being the favorite, I see.

Kori: oh, oh, I want to pick out the shoes! Maybe favorite are in your closet right?

Rania: the Church's Burwood Oxford in black or the Church's Fairstead Oxford?

Kori: the first one.

Rania: uh, in the shoes closet, back right wall.

Kori: yay!

Donna: getting the accessories, you want the tinted pink shades or the red?

Rania: red heart ones.

Donna: gotcha.

Stephanie: let me see those outfits Al, I have a vision.

Damian: hope that vision includes strawberries, West is in a strawberry midi dress, whatever that is.

Stephanie: GASP, it does! I could kiss her! Get the green dress suit!

Cass: I'll get it!

Duke: how her make up Damian?

Damian: soft, they're leaving the freckles.

Rania, blushing: they're leaving the freckles,,,,, Dad, tell them to get here fast and call Harley and Ivy and auntie kate we need those two lesbian asap!

Bruce: got it!

Damian: some chamomile tea, and I have some lavender at the ready if you need it, Urania.

Rania: thank you dami, again *kiss his forehead*

Back on the date

Wally, in her head: wow she's so calm, and pretty, oh focus Wally, you don't need to trip!

Rania, in her mind: god she's so pretty, damn I can the wedding, no, no, focus on today damnit!

*but a Romani name I really like for her also I did use behind the name so if it's not right oops I did look into this

[askuemki]

So I have no idea if I’ll keep this post up, but…

A little rant abt re8?? (And cod.. kinda) maybe venting (just a mess :,)

Disclaimer, take my opinions with a grain of salt I just wanna ramble lmao

Also spoilers, maybe (update, definitely)

So I’ve been having fun dipping my toes into Donna Beneviento (god her last name is hard to spell) content. After watching the gameplays and to at least have a basic understanding for the game, I find myself really drawn to her, maybe more than Alcina tbh

By no means i’m a diehard fan or anything, recently it’s been hard to find a new fandom to get attached towards. As much as I adore cod, there isnt really much to get attached too… like sure, task 141 is a fun group and the there is some GREAT art about the ships- but I only got attached because of Valeria, I won’t deny it at all. I’m a diehard lesbian, but there isn’t really much cannon content of her?? It’s really damn disappointing sometimes, man… same with Laswell. I appreciate all of the fanartists out there though, I adore all of the content here, fanfics or fan art. With Farah, she’s a diffrent story.. personally I never really got attached to her, but as a character she’s pretty neat. Her story sort of brings to light the horrors happening today which is a bit of a benefit…?? But ever since I found out things about both Valeria’s and Farah’s actors I’ve been a little off about things here and there. I don’t think I’ll stop posting Valeria content at all, it just might be a little less offen to indulge in different things.

Some personal things have been happening to make me feel really disconnected from like.. fucking everything for some reason?? Like I’m drifting away from fandoms, I’m drifting away from people and I’m like alone again.. I’m lost in a damn dumpster fire. AI art doesn’t help with this at all.. like why do I draw?? I’ve been drawing since I was in kindergarten like I never really thought of the specifics of perusing art, more or so just that I want to. Like hey, I wanna make a game or movie series, and something in me doesn’t realize I need to put in the effort to learn shit with just ends up in me doing nothing but self pitting on something I can change and ugh.. wish I can slap myself to get out of it.

So I think I’ve been kind of finding myself relating to Donna. Not in her extreme way, more or so just her aspect of being isolated, and just being known primarily for one thing. Like.. our side of art? Damn. Shit. I think I’m worth nothing.. and with Donna we don’t really know much about her besides her being a cursed Dollmaker, and the bare bones of her past. And we both barely fucking speak man… both hide our faces too !! maybe I kin this woman or something I don’t know

But as I was looking through her tumblr tag, I saw a rant about how headcannons and stuff has been stripping away the interesting stuff about the re8 villains… and with the things I’ve seen so far?? I can kinda agree, honestly.

Don’t get me wrong, if it’s not too.. insane? (I know those boundaries are hard to define at times, but maybe REALLY immoral shit for our “normal” world) and people aren’t forcing these headcannons into other people? I don’t mind headcannons. You do you, boo!

But the fan content I’ve seen, people reduce Donna and Alcina (I’m surprised it was pronounced as AlCHIna and not AlSIna, but side tangent over) from the potential they really have. Yeah it’s definitely nice to see Donna more, especially in those intimate moments.. but sometimes I feel like people just depict her as some shy, easily gullible, girl, and not really the mentally deprived woman she is. Like I’d love to see ideas of the different dolls Donna could create, or unique imagery of her mental state outside of having porcelain skin. What about the kinds of plants she takes care of? Or the dolls she makes? I’d love to see more of it, whether she has favorites, or if it’s a situation where she has doll replicas of her deceased family. Man, I really wanna see Donna do more creepy shit, basically.

With Alcina however? She’s kind of reduced to that (I’m going to cringe at these words so terribly, god help me) “hot vampire mommy”.. I’ll take fault for not looking into her content as much, I’m sure there’s great content out there !! (I’m not sure if anyone would do this but.. feel free to send me any fic recommendations or art) With what I want to see for her? I’ve heard from the rant post as a man-hating woman she had primarily female statues in her castle, it would be fun to see what else she has cause of this worldview, as well as more whitty remarks from her; I really enjoy her throwback with Heisenberg. Just in general.. her being a comical villain.

Okay so, the reason why I made this post in the first place before all of this shit threw up from my brain. Belladonna. At first, this ship really interested me, I like the character dynamics, the art was neat. But then something came up in my mind.. (as well as another rant post on the ship..) isn’t the Dimitrescu bloodline related with Donna? Both are failed experiments from Mother Miranda, and technically adopted by her. Though from what I know, Donna is the only one officially adopted. So would that be family..? I’ve seen a few places where Alcina called Donna her sister, and it makes me feel really off.

And I’ve seen in a few fanarts, Donna technically older than the Dimitrescu sisters posed next to them like another sibling??

I would like to endorse the ship, but just the morality of everything is off centered for me. I rather not support weird incest…

So please if people could maybe clarify for me whether it would technically be okay for support this ship.. I’d appreciate it. If it isn’t okay, I have plans on making a fan character anyways, or I can take current characters and make a resident evil au or something, and ship them when Donna. (I have a character that honestly looks like a mix of Alcina and Bela, but by no means she’s relates to the franchise, lmao)

By no means I’m experienced in resident evil lore or the fandom, this is just coming from a newer fan of the series, and what I’ve seen so far.

If you read all of this.. thank you?? I apologize if I sound ridiculous here, this is like the only place I can rant abt things without being brushed off for other shit

Good night now!!! I need to stop pushing my sleep boundaries ugh

[rvspecter]

I always have to cringe so very hard when I see GM/Harvey in any sort of sexual scene. Like, he doesn't know what to do with his hands. Not at all. They are just like, flopping around, I guess? Look at the scene with Lisa (ep1) on his bed, Scotty on the plane, in his home; even with Donna in the end, he's like just fumbling the tips of her hair and petting down her sides. I'm second-hand embarrassed 🙈🥲

sweet sweet anon i kno I KNOOOOOOOOOO!!! i am both embarrassed for him, for his scene partners and for me for being so into him UGH HOW WE ALL SUFFER!!!

anyways i felt the need to illustrate your ask

she literally needs to physically put his hands on her what the hell

this works for me because he just needs to sit there and look pretty

HE IS SO AWKWARD WHAT THE HELL WHAT THE HELL

his forte is being pushed around

look at his hand above of her head. what the hell is abigail spencer supposed to do with this. look at how hard she's working to make this look gud!?!?!?!?!

i think he does pretty good here - most improved player award. but there's a reason this scene was cut like a music video they probably got rid of all the awkward stuff

[yourlegacysnotyourstosee]

I took notes on my thoughts while watching Nerdy Prudes Must Die because I did the same for Black Friday

DAMN Jon said “I am a TENOR”

I literally can’t get over how good he sounds

AHHHHHH LAUREN!!!!!

Bro these songs SLAP

Damn Mariahs hair is so long

Pete is such a mood

I’m literally terrified of being pantsed so bad

BRUH NOT MICRO-PETER

Omg hey Kim

When Cory enthusiastically agrees I’m dying

Omg Max likes Grace???????

Wait that’s so cute

Wait why’s he kinda fine

“His name is Jesus Christ” HELP 💀💀💀💀💀

It’s giving Apex Predator (from Mean Girls)

Damn these HARMONIES THO

My jaw is on the floor the way Cory is talking to her

“How am I supposed to study without listening to Spotify?” ME LMFAO

I KNOW HE DID NOT JUST MAKE AN ISSAC NEWTON JOKE

The way hes like “this is about thermodynamics” me me me. I hate when people make jokes about the things we’re not even talking about.

“NANI” NO WAY HE SAID THAT HELP💀💀💀💀💀💀💀💀💀💀💀💀I LITERALLY CANNOT BREATHE 💀💀💀💀💀💀

Study date????????

Joey Richter my beloved ❤️❤️❤️

When Max enters and the crowd cheers

“Rondevuch”

Max literally has a God complex

Why is Kim everyones mom?

“Walen place”?????

“Mom will you pass the butt stuff????” HELP SHES BEEN CORRUPTED

NO WAY SHES FANTASIZING ABOUT MAX JAGERMAN

LITERALLY WHAT

Awwww Grace is experiencing Catholic Guilt™ ❤️❤️❤️

Girl wdym “he’s gotta go”???

Laurens character is bisexual???????

“WAIFU MATERIAL”?????? I literally can’t get over Jons character

Wait Grace is a little fucked up actually

Wait since the Waylons built hatchetfield high and the starlight theater, could they have cursed the town somehow? Like I know about the evil brothers or whatever, but I’m not super familiar with the lore

Wait I kind of love Grace now

Mariah slays

“Am I reading as Ghost, or Lin Manuel Miranda?” AWWWWWW❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

“Your fucking useless Pete.” Tgwdlm???? In MY npmd???? It’s more likely than you think

I’m very suspicious about how fast they seemed to put the plan together…

I know the plan wont work and Im so nervous I’m getting secondhand embarrassment so bad rn

“Skele-ens”

I need Max Jagerman actually

Awwww Max is a Theater Kid ❤️❤️❤️

AW FUCK HE DIED

HOLY FUCK HE DIED

GIRL WTF IS WRONG WITH GRACE

I love how upbeat this song is

WHYD SHE CUT HIS NIPPLES OFF WTF

Omg Dan and Donna!

Slay Mayor Lauter

His reaction to being asked to the game is giving- “she asked me for the time” “no way” “way :D”

THE NIGHTHAWKS MASCOT 💀💀💀💀

FUCK CLIVESDALE

DAMN THEYRE IN THE SPLITS GOOD FOR THEM

I like that the football team has only 2 players

I love when actors walk through the audience, but ESPECIALLY here when hes stalking Richie bro looks so good

Listen I know he’s about to kill Richie but HES SO FINE HELP

Im literally so Gay bro

THE SMOKE CLUB!!!!!!

THE NIGHTMARE TIME THEME

When she says hes not hot anymore girl speak for yoursef

Please let Grace swear

Oh fuck they’re giving themselves away

Grace Chastity said “acab”

Cory needs more songs

MAN IN A HURRY RETURNS!!!!!

Damn who is this girl in a trenchcoat 😍😍😍

GERALD OH MY GOD

Random side note but what happened to Robert? I was just thinking about how I wish we could see Hidgens again but is Robert still a part of Starkid anymore? Is he on to Bigger and Better things? Does anyone know what those are? I’d love to continue to support him.

Edit: NVM NVM I TAKE IT BACK I DO NOT WANT TO SUPPORT ROBERT MANION NO NO NO SIR

The invisible bird. Literally high school theater

“Heahs the thang about ah bahbecue”

“Ah wawna remember who ah ayum”

Ruth is so real for not know when to do the lights bc the cue lines were wrong

Ugh Laurens voice is so good and I know ive said that about pretty much everyone but it’s true

I know shes about to die rn

The red lighting gave it away

THE WAY HE LOOKS INTO CAMERA AFTER HE KILLS HER I NEED HIM SO BAD

Why did Kim scream like that

Awww Grace has religious trauma now ❤️❤️❤️

THE COPS THEME

OH MY GOD PAUL AND EMMA!!!!!!!!!

He gave her his number❤️❤️❤️

Hot chocolate boy!!!!!!!! I knew Peter was the hot chocolate boy but still

This duet is EVERYTHING

Obsessed with the fact he called MARIAH ROSE FAITH a MEAN GIRL

“Axe wielding maniacs?”

The Waylons did not dig that shit very deep…

OH FUCK THEY HAVE TO SUMMIN THE LORDS IN BLACK

I KNEW THE WAYLONS BUILT LAKESIDE MALL

im so sorry Zombie Max is So Fine

WIGGLY

THEY HAVE HUMAN FORMS??????

“Let me check my Christmas list”

“What do you want steph?” MORE tgwdlm? In MY npmd?

I feel bad for not knowing all their names

Max says bitch a lot

Damn this show is long

Omg this is so sad im tearing up a lil

Max is so fucking funny

Damn Grace is seducing Max this is hilarious

Fuck Grace Chastity or kill some nerds? One of the many difficult decisions in life

He decides to fuck Grace Chastity

OH MY GOD THATS SO SMART

Thats some fuckin Macbeth level shit

Kims teacher character is so cute awwwww

Paul and Bill dance Chaperones??????

Oh nvm that’s Jason

I don’t think I ever mentioned it but the dancing is really good

It’s very clean and crisp

In the last 2 hours I very quickly developed a massive crush on Will Branner

OH FUCK

WHATS GOING ON

WHAT

[multiyandereimagines]

Yo can we get a yandere Hyde/Jackie from that 70s show :3

Sure thing, Anon! I wasn’t sure exactly how you wanted this so I went with a Steven Hyde and a Jackie Burkhart headcanons separately, I hope that’s okay!

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Yandere Steven Hyde & Jackie Burkhart Headcanons

Steven Hyde

- He would be demanding for sure, about everything.

- He would pretty much be attached to you alllll the time.

- If you were at Foreman’s place, he’d be there, which would be the norm.

- But then it would start to freak you out when you would be at your friends houses and he would literally just walk in as if it was his own house.

- Sometimes, he would literally wait outside their house until you finally came out.

- “What the hell, Hyde… why are you here?!”

- “I just want to be with my darling, is that so bad?”

- Your friends would practically beg you to end things with him since he was so… weird.

- You thought about it, but every single time you were with your boyfriend and he would give you so much love and even gift you some of his prized rock records. You couldn’t go through with it.

- You’re the only person he would be forever nice and sweet to. Often times seeing a different side to him no one else got the privilege to see. It made you swoon even harder for him.

- He would pretty much stalk you all the time. No matter what. Every. Where. You. Went.

- You got used to it soon enough, never having the heart to break up with him, or even talk about it with him.

- Whenever he sensed you were weirded out or tried to keep a distance, he would always resort back to love-bombing the hell out of you. Completely blinding you from all of his red flags. And it worked, every single time.

- He always knew exactly what to do to keep you with him, so he was never really worried about you getting away. You can’t. He will never let you. You’re going to be stuck with him forever, whether you’d like it or not.

————

Jackie Burkhart

- If you thought Hyde is super demanding, Jackie would be even crazier about it.

- She wouldn’t let anyone touch you. Especially Donna. She grew so much resentment over her.

- She would shout at her, accuse her of trying to get with you. In front of everyone which humiliates you every time.

- But that never stops you from ending things with Jackie. Mostly because you were way too scared of her, but also you were just completely blinded by her great looks.

- She would give you those adorable eyes she knew you love so much to persuade you to do whatever she wanted you to do.

- Whether it would be to go out and buy food for the both of you.

- Or when it would come down to never speaking to certain people, ever again.

- That would explain why you were slowly losing friends day by day, the only person you truly had, was Jackie.

- And she loves it that way. She’s got you completely wrapped around her finger.

- “Y/N! I told you not to hang out with them! They’re obviously into you and they’re trying to take you away from me! You’re mine!”

- “But Jackie, they’re not into me… they’re my only fri-“

- “Don’t care!” Adorable puppy dog eyes ensues.

- “Ugh… fine.”

- She never plans on letting you go, using her good looks to get whatever she wanted out of you, and it works like a charm. It’s not like you were planning on leaving her anyway. It’s damn near impossible.

[alexcors]

Donna: Guys, they published comics about me!

Garfield and Jaime: Congratulations! This is great!

Damian: Tt.

Garfield: Never mind, Damian doesn't like comics.

Donna: But... Why?

Damian: Mediocre art with crooked anatomy and even more mediocre text that easily fits on one page, the plots are banal, the dialogue is primitive.

Raven: Damian prefers books.

Garfield, in a whisper: Without pictures.

Damian: Tt. Books train the imagination, comics are forced into boundaries.

Garfield: Come on, this isn't just another workout, this is just fun.

Donna: Maybe Damian is so hostile because there are no comics about him?

Damian: Nothing like that.

Raven: I'd rather there weren't any about me either. People become overly... Annoying when they read things like that.

Jaime: Are you talking about that comic where you were supposed to have an affair with Gar?

Garfield: Or the one where you and Kid Flash?

Donna: With Jericho?

Jaime: With Zatanna?

Raven: What?!

Jaime: Yeah. There is also a comic where Beast Boy and Klerion turned into a two-headed monster and you went on a date with them in this form.

Raven: Azar...

Damian: Don't worry about it.

Raven: It's easy for you to tell, it's not you who is being made out to be a silent, trouble-free slu...

Donna: I found a comic featuring Damian!

Garfield: What's there?! What? Show me!

Damian, grinning: There must be pools of blood.

Donna: Nope, this is a closed tournament on a secret island, which can only be reached by a special ship. And a mysterious sorcerer rules there.

Garfield: Hey! This is the main plot of the Mortal Kombat game! I thought you said you found a comic, not fan fiction.

Donna: Well, that's not all, there's also... Romance.

Damian: Ugh, nonsense.

Donna: No, I'm serious, here you are and a pale girl with a gothic look, wearing fashionable fingerless gloves, with lilac eyes...

Garfield, chuckling: Brunette and daughter of Satan?

Donna: No, blonde.

Damian turns to Raven, introduces her with blonde hair, shrugs and turns to the others: Maybe.

Jaime turned a comic book in his direction with a shaggy blonde in makeup that made her look like she had the last stages of syphilis: Dude, this is definitely not Raven.

Damian grimaced: Absolutely not.

Garfield: Who is she? What do they write about her?

Donna: A fifteen-year-old mercenary who extracts human organs to order.

Damian, gloomily: I would have cut off her hands the first time we met. These scavengers are disgusting. I don’t understand doctors who do this kind of thing.

Donna: They write here that she is a meta, and rips out organs with her hands.

Damian: What?!

Garfield: Not cool, guys.

Damian: But it's stupid! An organ removed in this way will die in a matter of seconds. If this is her trade, then she must be a complete idiot not to know such things.

Raven: Or maybe she just likes to gut people.

Jaime: Just pools of blood, just like you said.

Damian: Blood has almost no smell, unlike human insides, the pieces of which will cover you from head to toe if you try to remove an organ in this way. And even the smallest particles of it will start to rot pretty quickly, creating a smell… To be honest, it's unpleasant.

*The Titans, who were “lucky” to visit the crime scene with the corpses, grimaced, remembering how disgusting it smelled there*

Donna: But it can be washed off. Yes?

Damian: No. The smell is deeply ingrained into the fabric. The aroma will be like a dead cat in a garbage pit.

Jaime: Ew!

Garfield: I wish I hadn't trained my imagination...

Donna: What, there’s no way to get it out at all? Alcohol, for example. This... girl seems to go to bars.

Damian, pinching the bridge of his nose: If this is really a teenager, then she can only go to an illegal bar, where it stinks of sour booze and bitter smoke. The mixture of aromas will reek about two meters away.

Jaime: The stink and the black and white outfit. And her name is Skunk Girl, am I right?

Garfield mentally added new smells to the already established image, causing his stomach to lurch unpleasantly: I propose to end this foul-smelling discussion.

Donna: Well...

Jaime: What?

Donna: No, guys, it's not worth it.

Raven: What is it?

Donna: Oh... There's a kissing scene.

Jaime: Ew!

Damian: I'll sue them.

Garfield: I feel sick... Disgusting.

Donna picks up the comic with two fingers, like a dirty rag, and throws it aside: I agree.

Raven with a slight movement of her palm lifted the comic into the air and burned it, leaving not even ashes

Garfield: Ray, you are our savior!

Damian buries his face into the desonesse’s hair and eagerly inhales its aroma, lavender, slightly sweet and spicy: Thank you.

[carmenized-onions]

NEW CHAPTER, 14, new recap (can you believe the first one i recapped was chapter 5 oh my) lets rip some coke and goooo

“I thought it was a good bit!” “Cause I’m a piece of shit?” - IVE MISSED THISS

CHARMIN SOUNDS LIKE CHARMING 🥹🥹🥹

the deer in headlights bit is v funny, you’ll see when you see the memes (which i made before the chapter, i am nostradamus)

she is fruity for sure

nodding like i understand food talk (tf is a3)

unrelated but the same therapist thing reminded me about something i keep forgetting to bring up - RICHIE IS HR. so when you mentioned the bear needs an HR, well they do. and as long as carmy treats chip right i think he’ll accept the co-worker relationship (anything to be able to work with chippy)

THE CAT. he is those cute curly kitties. the shat, iykyk

the fact carmen wants to say ‘i love you’ this early (something he struggled a lot to say to his family) IS SOOOOOOOOO

OMG CHIPPY GOING TO WORK FOR THEM FOR REAL????:333333333

This has been Carmichael Burrowski, folks! Don’t call no one— — DNEKRKRIOELEKDKFODNEKE CARMICHAEL BURROWSKI

Ugh, boyfriend? What kind of word is ‘boyfriend’? That's fucked. - THEYRE SO SIMILAR AND PERFECT TOGETHER

And you cannot say you love him because that would be weird. - OH SHUT UP THEYRE SO

“I’m going to kiss you.” “Yeah, okay.” - THAT IS SO FUNNY SJDJFJKF

He’s fine with the touch of hair pulling, on your part— Possibly more than fine. — *giggles in meme*

“You’re so pretty.” You tell him anyway, speaking into his half open mouth.  Whatever thought he had, it’s dead now.“—Jesus fucking Christ.” - i need them to know how much i love them jesus fucking christ

“I’m not a fucking virgin.” - LMFAOEKRKKEOEKEKRNRKRKRKEKEKEKE

“It was a recent development, okay?” “Darn. Sorry I was late.” - 🥺🥺🥺 imagine -

“I want you in every sentence.” - FUCKING KILL ME WHY DONT YOU CARA MIA😭

to bite you like a cannibal - this man and his hickeys🤭🤭🤭

“Fak is still outside, I’m pretty sure.” - CHIP??1?2?2?3kr3kr3kr3kr838484kr4&4&4

“Wait— Are they?” Oh, so Richie’s here, too? Good. - oh great everyone’s here, bet squid is there too

NUZZLING NOSES

her old cat, her old pu-

Nuzzling your face into Syd’s cheek - squidink as she’s holding carm’s hand?? wild

“First of all, wrong placement.” - ofc it is

When shit happens, you call me - 🥺🥺🥺 bestie!!!

“Get your weird little hands off my Chip, you perv—” - LMFAOOOW DJEJEJDJDJ I LOVE HIM SO

and syd’s reply sidjdifi

“Y’know how going to a different barber is like cheating—?” - SJDJDJ GET HIS ASS CHIP. they swapped her for fucking ted fak???

“You’re still— We’re still sharing, right?” - SYD SHENJEHEJE

I’m sexually normal - very normal thing to say, it me tho

OMFG IF CHIP RECOGNIZES DONNA AND PETE FROM OUTSIDE THE RESTAURANT

“Baby’s do traditionally experience time, yeah.” “You n’ that smart mou—” - their dynamic is unmatched

You have to respect the power in that. “Damn.” - that reminded me of marcus

“Oooh, Charmin gets his first paycheck suddenly he’s all that—” “You wanna come up to my room or not?” - i was gonna comment on the charmin thing but HELLO1??1?23)kr3:kr

THEY CAN HANG. SURE BRO

THEYRE WATCHING RATATOUILLE OMGGGGG

Sleeveless black turtleneck? Maybe black palazzo pants - HOT

Please say yes to the white apron. Please say yes to his team. He'll get your initials monogrammed and everything. - *passes out*

the wonderful rat chef

ON GOD

“Yeah. I’ll answer.” - bc 🥺😭

“You’re fucking Carmen!” - GOODBYEEEE. not carmen outing them YET AGAIN

“So fuck you, actually.” - 🫶🏼🫶🏼🫶🏼

“Fuck off! I’m already coming to fucking Time Square with you, don’t be whiny.”  - this is giving when dwight was like ‘of course i’ll get that stuff for you so just shut up’

“I nominate Carmen.” “I second the nom.” - tag-team<33

Don’t fuck in a fuckin’ Holiday Inn Chip’s worth mo - he’s so sweet and yet so???

HE CALLED CHIP BABY I REPEAT

It's absolutely going in Carmen's top five favourite expressions of yours. - 🕊️🕊️🕊️

“Syd said she will be knocking violently if I’m not back at midnight on the dot, yeah.” - SQUID GIVING HER GF A CURFEW

THE BERF SHIRT

“God, it’s over—” - squidink is so over rn😔

“Baby, just say you’re happy for me.” - BABY. THEYRE SO BACK

squid can stab men, a little, as a treat

You hand her your water bottle when you spot her looking at it. - 🏳️‍🌈🏳️‍🌈🏳️‍🌈

her instinct is to call chip, oh OH oh

“I didn’t ask you to be great.” Syd says it before she thinks it, and it’s enough to make your eyes water - MINE ARE RUNNING TOO ACTUALLY

God you’re dehydrated - *careless whisper plays* i mean what I SAID NOTHING

squid out🦑🦑

“It’s so crazy that you think that’s gonna happen—” - I LOVEEE SHEEE

Your shoulders touch as you both stare at the ceiling. - CUTIES

She hums, pointing to the popcorn tiles - namedrop! jk…unless?

“Oh my fucking God it’s that bad—”- GET THEIR ASSES SQUID

In front of everyone, accidentally while saying goodbye, off-handedly while hanging up, over text, and so on and so forth. - all of those are cute actually

“Now it’s three.” “Fuck, it’s gaining interest?!” - WE’RE SO BACK!!!!

“Wait, what the fuck, Syd, say it back!” - REAL!!

this was so cute!! just them and their adventures

LETS. GET. ROLLLINNGGGG!!!! (papers!!!) (we both can do drug jokes in this house!!!) (there will be a wip under all this as a treat I promise)

I’m honestly shocked Charmin isn’t a canon nickname (yet!!), cause like. IT DOES SOUND LIKE CARMEN!!! AND THE TOILET PAPER BEARS!!! AND THE TOILET PAPER BEARS ARE BLUE NOW TOO!!! WHAT THE HELL!!!

You are frfr an oracle with your memes, occasionally I look at em like hmmmmm,,,, this is gonnna be a lot funnier after the next one. My comedic Nostradamus genius. (the secrets of the universe ARE in the popcorn ceiling!! U!!)

The benefit about writing about food for people who did not come for food is that I also don’t have to fully understand what I’m saying. Had to look at a wagyu chart and make a lot of assumptions. I am not going to make steak with pop rocks to find out if it’s any good.

OKAY WHAT THE FUCK I S RICHIE’S JOB I’M BEING SO FR I DO NOT !!! Carmen’s Exec, Syd’s CDC/Head, Richie is… HR/Co-Manager/Host??? No wonder he can afford fuckin eras tour tickets bro is getting THREE DIFFERENT PAYCHECKS WHAT!!! But this does make sense. Bro IS THEE Human Resource.

Had to look up photos of sheep cats. Yeah that’s him. That’s Carmen but a Cat for sure.

RAHH. The held back I love yous are very. Very rah. Theres a lot of thought behind them for me but I shant share because I feel like that may give too much away I fear?

Carmichael burrowski is brought to you by seeing Carmichael company vans a lot and Mae Burrowski from Night in the Woods. Thank u both for ur service.

I completely forgot about the ‘that’s fucked’ convo with Fak until I saw a gifset and went OH YEAH…. It IS fucked. They are so stupid. They are also both unable to say I love you because that would be WEIRD!!!!!!!

I am so happy with the incredibly funny smooch because it was very much to mimic Carmen’s —

I think funny kisses are the way to go. There is something very charming (CHARMIN!) to me about awkwardly expressed consent.

YOU DIDN’T PUT THE RATATOULLIE MEME IN THIS ONE FOR THE PUBLIC TO ENJOY AND FOR THAT!!! YOU’VE DEPRIVED OUR PEOPLE!! i knew if I was gonna make him watch ratatouille and have him relate, he’d have to relate to more than just remy.

I’ll call them and let them know you love them, promise. Whenever they get out of the bathroom.

Carmen 30-Year Old Virgin Berzatto— Or 28-29, time line is UNCLEAR!! Regardless, I couldn’t take away my man’s one W. He fumbles most people, I had to let him have the one he canonically got. And also it was too fun to consider him absolutely STEWING as Tony recounts her emotional relationship with Mikey, just thinking in the background “I need to tell her I am in fact. NOT . a virgin!” I hate this man.

I WANT YOU IN EVERY SENTENCEEE RRAAAWHWHWHEHE!!! Loved that. Loved writing that paragraph. Love love. Love wanting to have someone so intrinsically in your life that in order for someone to know you they have to know them. WOOOOOO!!!!!!!! Carmen give her a hickey before we have to confront the emotional implications, GET HER BOY!!

Well how much did you bet on syd being there because now I owe you

CHIPS GOT TWO HANDS FOR A REASON BABY!!! I’m kidding the triangle would never work. But they should try anyways.

Whole Richie scene makes me :)) it’s fun to navigate these two going through like, so many internal emotions obviously over Chip’s trauma dump, and deciding what Richie would actually take a moment to comment on. And I think it absolutely has to be the ‘imagine your friends are dead’, bro 100% HAD TO BE HELD BACK FROM RAMMING THE DOOR DOWN TRULY TRULY. Don’t imagine I’m fuckin dead cousin!!!!!! I’m not a fuckin ghost!!! Call me!!!!!!!!! I am literally your guy!!!!!

Watching season 3 and seeing half of the season unnecessarily focusing on a Handyman (Ted) really had me clutching my pearls like. Bro. where’s my baby. Who the fuck does this guy think he is. This is CHIP TURF!!

BIG SHOUT OUT TO SYDNEY ‘THE SQUID’ ‘SEXUALLY NORMAL’ ADAMU!~

Donna!! Donna!! Finally semi-time that I have to face my white whale of writing,,, da mom… I’m still mentally tackling how to write her, but we’ll get there when we get there…. (truly thought she was gonna fucking die this season I didn’t think I was gonna have to DEAL WITH IT!!)

Everyone simultaneously did a record scratch at ‘do you want to come up to my room’ and I think that’s beautiful. I think that’s everything I wanted and more. They can hang bro. and watch ratatouille. Like hang out and be normal and fantasize about easily removable aprons with monogramming done.

Carmen is a certified shoe in his mouth yapper. Sugar, hand the crown to your brother, you may step off your throne; because this fucker has gotten caught like three separate times simply by being himself.

VERY DWIGHT Very like, sibling texting ‘fuck you I hate you what do you want from mcdonalds im omw home’. That’s the Richip dynamic to me. And then they kill carm.

Chip baby!!! This is not a drill he finally called her a pet name!! men, to your stations! And she didn’t even have the brain to COMPUTE IT, alas.

The post squid scene was so tough I was like, ‘do I cut this and just end on carmen?’ but then I knew, I’d never write this scene, cause spoiler alert, we’re doing a very slight time skip. So like. I just wanted Squidink to have their actual last beat to their sad no contact era because!!! So many feelings to be had over not contacting your boy in forever!!! But god its so OVER!

‘Didn’t ask you to be great’ is SUCH a punch to the gut, esp for a people pleaser like Chip (or me, man). Like. Fuckin. GOD. It’s the same sentiment Richie had in Just Dropped with ‘I’d love you even if you weren’t useful’, but like, this side of it is pre-useful. Like. Not only would I love you if you weren’t useful, I would never ASK you to be useful. HELL.

All of those I love yous are cute you say? Well I will have to up my game in coming up with something truly mortifying, then.

Shout out to me, directing on set, and demanding that my crew says it back when I say I love you. Genuinely my ‘Heard’ is a reciprocated ‘I love you’. No one call Richie/HR.

also the memes. immaculate as always. AND THE AUTHOR/CHIP COMPARISON,,, ART IMITATES LIFE, what can i say? if carmen/chip manage to live together at a point i really can't imagine him denying anything she wants. i think he would only have opinions on the kitchen and maybe efficiency of moving through spaces. (WE NEED TO PUSH THE COFFEE TABLE BACK!!! SIDLING AGAINST IT TO GET TO THE COUCH IS CAUSING A 3.4 SECOND DELAY IN MOVIE TIME!!!!) psycho.

Anyways. As always, a pweasure to hear your thoughts. I am hoping next weekend will finally be the fucking weekend I put something out. It’s hard slugging through this next chapter because it’s basically our so much fucking dialogue chapter, and navigating action and meaning AROUND that has been a nightmare. I think I’m probably over thinking the fuck out of it, to be fair. I feel so bad making y’all wait, so here is a juicer snippet.

THANK YOU LOVE YOU APPRECIATE ALL UR PATIENCE AND ALL UR THOUGHTS I LOVE TO HEAR FROM YALL!!

[justmwahstruly]

fellas this was supposed to be a little drabble. what the hap is fuckening

(teehee flint belongs to @twolitwicksinatrenchcoat and Dotty is @thecluelessdoctor heheheheheh)

She was exhausted. So many people had been at the diner today! And she was one of the few waiters they had so far, and it never helped that  people requested to have her. Not that she minded, since she figured it meant they liked her (or her service), but still. Sometimes a girl could use a break! As she finished with the last round of customers, she slumped over on the counter. The cook gave them a presumably nice pat on the back, before leaving the diner. 

(She never particularly knew the cook very well because they hardly talked and when they did, it was very muffled because of the large plague doctor-esque mask they wore. She always figured they were an Uninfected, or a Sentient who didn’t want to infect people by going Feral. She tried asking, but she never understood what they said, so she just pretended she did.)

As she was on her way to leave, she got a text from her brother. Right, it’s his first day at his new job. His first job! Official job. Yeah. She read the text, saying:

Benny

Hey sis, im not gonna be able to pick up kizzy and tazee today bc my shift ends at 7

are you ok with picking them up

She sighed and responded, saying yes she would and what is the name of the place he dropped them off at? After getting the name of the place (and the address), she started making her way over. It wasn’t very far. Good thing for her, since she let Benny use the car.

She opened the door to the place, somewhat surprised it wasn’t as bright and colourful as it seemed it should be. It was a daycare, after all, and her little sisters loved all things colourful. But she knew that not all little kids were like her sisters, or could handle the brightness of so many colours. She was glad it wasn’t too bright. She looked around, scanning the kids and looking for the two. She overheard a commotion over by one of the caretakers.

”Mr Grumpy just looooves her!”

”She has purple hair and she’s missing an eye, and she’s really pretty! And he’s going to marry her one day!”

”Wait.. does she work at the diner?!”

“The restaurant? Yeah! Why?”

She saw her little sisters now, beaming at each other and then the other kids.

”That’s our big sister!”

And then she heard the most dramatic gasps she’d ever heard from any little kids in her life, as well as a burst of laughter from other caretakers. As the words she’d heard sank in, she felt her face flush unconsciously. Her?? Well, now she had to know just who this ‘Mr Grumpy’ was. As she looked at the caretakers, she noticed the one they all crowded around—

Wait a minute. She recognised him. She’d seen him before at the diner, his mouth stitched shut, eye all messed up, and ironically unscathed goggles. She believed his name was Flint..? She wasn’t sure, but he seemed to be the ‘Mr Grumpy’ they were talking about. He was all flustered, clearly embarrassed by what they were saying. She felt her own face flush more. Now she just wanted to make her brother pick them up again, surely they could wait—

Ugh, no. She had to be a good sister. She couldn’t just do as she pleased. Rather shakily, she walked over. 

“Hello..? Um, Kizzy, Tazee, time to—“

”SISSYY!!”

They both ran to her, jumping and hugging her, simultaneously spewing things and a rapid pace of speech. Among their words were ‘in love,’ ‘fish guy,’ (which she thought was rather rude) and ‘no eye.’ “Calm down, calm down. One at a time. Who what when where and why?”

Bouncing in her spot, Tazee said, “So we got here and Donna— that girl— said she and Mellie—  her, that’s her sister— saw Mr Grumpy—“

”Mr Flint?”

”Oh! Yeah, Mr Flint. She said they saw Mr Flint and some lady with no eye talking and he wasn’t grumpy at all! And he was smiling! And so now we know he’s not a big grump and he has a BIG crush on the lady! And they said she has no eye and purple hair and is really pretty and works at the diner and that’s you!! So now we know that Mr Flint has a REALLY BIG CRUSH ON YOU!!” 

Kizzy nodded enthusiastically. “And he loves you so much and he wants to tell you really bad but he can’t because he can’t talk and—“

”O-Okay, you two. That’s enough.”

She spoke with a red face. She was sure the children were exaggerating, since they’re only little. But still, a part of her was quietly screaming. Half because she did kind of have a little bit of a crush him though she felt it was wrong because they hadn’t interacted much outside him visiting the diner, and half because these were her little sisters and them saying these things was VERY EMBARRASSING FOR HER, as well as it must have been for him. 

“I’m sorry about the trouble, Flint. W-we’ll be on our way.”

She smiled at him, as a sort of reassuring and apologetic gesture. Unfortunately for them, though, the kids saw it as a sign that she liked him too. They gasped and giggled and squealed, and she gave him another look of apology. She waved, and he waved back, with a little, subtle smile. He was clearly very embarrassed, and was very tired of the kids squealing and such. But he still seemed… okay? She didn’t know how to describe it, but she felt her heart do a little leap. Oughhh, no Molly! Stop that, you stupid heart of hers! 

She got home, flopping down on the couch with her sisters following.

”So, when are you two getting married?”

She simply sighed and shut her eyes.

”I don’t know. Not soon, though. I don’t know if we ever will. I kinda do like him, but I’m not sure if he really likes me like you guys think he does. Love is so much harder than you think, you two. I want you guys to remember that.”

teehee

[letsgomaybe]

Doctor Who The Giggle

60th anniversary in the bag!

I enjoyed that the whole thesis of this is the Doctor finally reckoning with all the pain he has. Because it's true, he usually runs away or if he does take a break, it seems like he takes the first excuse he can find to distract himself.

The episode did enjoy bringing up loads of past stories, which did get a little tiresome toward the end. But the summary of the Moffat-era companions for Donna was quite good. "Well that's all right then!" Lots of companions had not-quite-deaths.

It was interesting that the two games that were played were extremely simple. I like it. The Doctor knew that he couldn't win by being "the smartest man in the room." So while imo the catch game was a little weird and anticlimactic, it made sense.

I'm surprised that the revised bi-generation leak didn't end up being accurate. The one where 15 was pulled from the moment of 14's actual regeneration in the future. Maybe the leaker got that from 15's line that he's mentally healthier because 14 ends up doing the work, and that therapy goes out of order.

For some reason I'm more okay with bi-generation having actually seen it. I think it's because they made it look like mitosis lol. And THIS is why 14 wasn't wearing 13's clothes; they were weird special clothes that would split along with the bi-generation! Maybe! Also this means that 14 was going commando for the entire last act.

I'm still super cynical about how they probably did this so they could get another show with Tennant. Hopefully that never happens. But I still wonder what will happen when 14 dies? It'll probably be that 15 took all the regenerations lol.

Someone on reddit pointed out that they used the "Last Christmas" score in Wild Blue Yonder when the Doctor and Donna were talking about if he was all right. And they used it again here!! Ugh, I love that score. I haven't watched Last Christmas since it first aired but I've listened to that track many times (I should watch it again this Christmas!). If I remember, the story was about slowing down and appreciating the relationships you have, which is what The Giggle is about too! "Every Christmas is last Christmas" :,)

I said somewhere that I would do unspeakable things if they used the Heaven Sent score again. Which they didn't (yet), thank goodness. I thought I heard a few notes of it as they were arriving at UNIT, but it was so few that it was probably just a passing similarity.

I felt so vindicated when 15 pointed out that the TARDIS needs a chair!! Yes, it always needs chairs! But I don't see one in your TARDIS yet, 15, only a jukebox!!

If I had a nickel for every time a mysterious hand picked up a small item that contained the Master, I'd have two nickels. Which isn't a lot, but it's weird that it happened twice. And where is that hand even coming from, it's right on the edge of the helipad!

David did a great job at portraying the Doctor as someone who had the extra ~1000 years (or billions, depending on who you ask) after 10. I think the face came back because 10 was the one who lived for the shortest amount of time, and 10 was the most scared of change and "letting go." If the Doctor's going to heal, it's this personality that needs to do it. Or else it won't stick.

I'm so excited for Ncuti Gatwa. The Giggle was the ending to the 2005 show, which is so weird to think about. I didn't expect it to do that--I thought that the "season 1" renumbering would be pretty arbitrary. But I like that it ended. I never expected feel a sense of closure from Doctor Who, but it's there.

On to Christmas!

[roseandgold137]

dick whump with the og titans for whumptober 👉👈

Dick’s head was still spinning. Donna had tried to keep him talking in the first few hours of their captivity, but even she couldn’t maintain the false positivity. 

His neck ached from his cramped position, hunched over in the small, wire dog cage. Maybe if it was bigger, he would have granted it the name of crate, but he wasn’t feeling especially charitable. 

They’d been separated from the others pretty soon after setting out, and then, while they were distracted trying to find them, they’d been hit with knock out gas and woke up in animal cages. Animal cages. 

He hardly had the space to lay his head against the wall of the cage. 

“Robin?” Donna whispered, hours or maybe minutes later. “Robin, are you still awake?”

Dick hummed. “Yeah,” he whispered back.

He heard Donna shuffle in her cage. “We need to get out of here.”

“Wow, really?” Dick mumbled. “I thought we were having a grand old time in here.”

Donna ignored him. “Can you see any locks on yours?”

“No,” Dick said, closing his eyes. “I already checked at the start.”

“Hey, don’t just give up,” Donna said. Dick heard her cage rattle as she wrangled her limbs around. “Ugh, if I could just –  ”

Donna yelped as the wall of the cage burst against her arm, and she tumbled out the side. Dick, fatigue forgotten, eyes snapped alert, stared at Donna where she was sprawled on the floor. 

“Are you okay?” Dick asked.

“Am I okay! This is great!” Donna grinned. “Here, lemme see your cage.”

——

Dick crept across the complex. His leg was stiff from disuse. Wally wasn’t exactly easy to contain, nor keep out – either they were keeping him somewhere super secure, or they had some really impressive shields up. Both of those options meant that Dick had some searching to do. 

Donna had gone looking for their equipment. Dick’s mission was made harder by the fact that he didn’t have anything from his belt, but it wasn’t impossible. He could improvise if he had to. 

Dick eased himself through a door, narrowly ajar, to find an empty control room. 

Score.

Dick bypassed the security on the main computer within minutes, then pulled up the schematics of the building. There was an area by the east of the structure - that’d be where Wally is, Dick decided, if they do have him. 

With his new goal in mind, Dick stepped back from the monitor, disappearing into the shadows of the room. 

——

Wally zipped out the second Dick disabled the anti-speedster protections. In his rush, Wally ricocheted off the wall, half-vibrating through the wall before pulling back and spotting Dick. 

“Robin!” he exclaimed, flitting in and out of being a fuzzy figure and a kinetic force. He must’ve been in there a while, if he’d built up so much energy. “Hey, where’s everyone else?”

“Wondergirl went looking for them,” Dick said. “Did you see them take Speedy or Aqualad?”

“No,” Wally said. “They hit me with some sonar stuff, threw me off completely.” He sounded annoyed. Dick could work with annoyed. 

“Wondergirl said she was looking for our stuff,” Dick said, leadingly, and Wally picked up on his implication faster than Dick could blink, and by the time he opened his eyes again, they were standing right in front of Donna. Dick slipped out of Wally’s hold with only a slight stumble, catching his belt and cape when Donna threw it. “Thanks.”

——

Roy had staged his own breakout on the other side of the complex, and he dragged a limping Garth with him. He had no arrows, but he’d found a baton somewhere and brandished it in front of him. His shoulders visibly relaxed when he spotted the three of them.  

“Took you long enough,” he grumbled. Garth’s head bobbed up, but his eyes weren’t tracking them as they moved. A concussion, probably. 

“What happened to Ga – Aqualad?” Dick asked, his own slip making him frown. 

“Smashed his head into a guard’s face,” Roy said plainly. “It was pretty class in the moment, but not so much in the aftermath.” Garth hummed his agreement. There was blood in his hair, which Dick hoped wasn’t his.

Donna stepped forward, taking Garth’s other arm over her shoulder. “We should get out of here.”

Wally zipped around, leaving ghostly afterimages of himself all around. “Seconded. Sounds like someone’s coming down the hall.”

——

They made it to the perimeter with little to no incident, which means, of course, that it all went to shit once they reached the gate. 

“Go, go, go!” Wally yelled, running circles around them. Roy scowled at him as he ran. Heavy rain beat down on them, because nothing could ever be easy for them, could it?

“We are going, you idiot, not all of us have superspeed.”

Garth had pretty much given up on running, simply letting Donna and Roy carry him between them. Dick stumbled after them. His legs felt like hot magma, semi-molten and burning, but he couldn’t stop here. He pressed on. 

It wasn’t enough. Roy and Donna carried Garth through the gate, and Wally had run back and forth several times over, but Dick’s legs gave out long before he crossed the gate. He tripped, falling face first in the mud. 

Dick knew he had to get up, but his limbs certainly didn’t. He’d hardly accepted defeat before a flash of yellow lightning engulfed his vision and he found himself deep in the surrounding forests. 

Wally fumbled, half-dropping Dick in his haste, lowering him to the ground, and sprinting off again. Dick panted into the forest. Rain continued to pour, making its way through the maze of leaves and branches to reach him. 

A small robin flitted past, perching on a low twig. It regarded Dick briefly before flying off again. 

Dick blinked, and then Garth was beside him, static leaving his hair on end. Garth flopped over, sighing as rainwater drenched him. “I’m so ready to go home.”

Dick hummed. He slid down, lying down beside Garth. “I really want a shower.”

Garth huffed. “I really want a nap.”

Yellow lightning. Roy barely managed to not fall on them. 

“Are you two okay?” he asked eventually. He seemed mostly fine, from what Dick could see. Maybe a scratch here or there. Overall, could have been worse. 

“Peachy,” Dick said. “I can’t feel my legs anymore.”

Garth made a questioning sound, raising his head, and immediately bringing it down again as his colour disappeared. 

Roy poked Dick’s left knee, then the ankle. Neither of them elicited any particular reaction. Dick’s right leg was a different story. Roy had only poked Dick’s knee when he reflexively kicked out with his left. If Roy had been any slower to react, he probably would have joined Garth in the concussion club. 

“Okay, so your leg is fucked,” Roy said, as Donna and Wally materialised next to them. Wally, having finished his task, joined them on the ground. 

“Whose leg?” Donna asked, wringing her hair. It wasn’t very effective, considering it was still raining. 

“Robin’s,” Garth mumbled. He looked half asleep. “Where’s our ride out of here?”

Donna frowned, looking at the sky. “Good question.”

——

This is only chapter one! I’ll finish chapter two and put it in the reblogs then 😊

[chaoss-incarnate]

i am extremely bored, since its the holidays and i have nothing to do, i have had the idea of making bookmarks based on the books i read this summer.

so, of course, the first bookmark is based on the secret history, by donna tartt.

symbology:

the heart: nothing in particular, i had it around my room and decided to use it. but honestly it could mean a lot of things considering the book. on the back are the quotes: consummatum est (meaning 'it is finished') / χαλεπὰ τὰ καλὰ (meaning 'beauty is harsh) / i am nothing in my soul if not obsessive / it's everything and you know it

the statue: it is a bust of diana. it is a reference to bunny's comment of camilla: looks just like a statue of diana in my father's club. on the back, there is written the very first line of book one: does such a thing as 'the fatal flaw' that showy dark crack running down the middle of a life, exist outside literature? i used to think it didn't. now i think it does. and i think that mine is this: a morbid longing for the picturesque at all costs.

how to use:

it has two parts, as shown, the heart and the statue. here's how it fits into the book:

the statue of diana it placed at the very back of the book, with the heart dangling out.

all you have to do is place the heart at your page, and close the book! it the string is too short, either change it for a longer one or just place the statue of diana more forwards in the book.

i don't know how much i'll use this, i'll probably just place it inside the secret history book to look pretty (i'm terrible at using bookmarks haha)

as a bonus, here's a look at my bedside table (which i moved to use as a desk next to my bed) and my bed itself (i need to clean now before i go to sleep ugh)

[fightwing]

there's nothing wrong with silence. not inherently, at least. and a day where nothing goes wrong is like a flower --- delicate, and can disappear as quickly as pulling at the roots, and dick GETS that it's to be cherished. it's just . . . well, he's so, impossibly, unbelievably BORED. dick's already worked out. three times. he's asked donna if she wanted help monitoring the alerts' channel twice (and had a water bottle thrown at him when he'd attempted a third) and spent an agonizing amount of time wondering what he could possibly fill his day with. he used to blame his mentor . . . former mentor, for having no life outside of the cowl and it seemed somethings, while not born from genetics, were still inherited. ugh. he's sitting on the edge of his (unmade) bed when the idea comes to him. ACTUALLY, it comes from his novelty socks. the ones that are all red, except every now and then the base color is broken by little yellow lightning bolts. vintage kf socks. he's pretty sure there's a tiny hole in the heel of the right one. regardless, he uses those socked feet to take him all the way out of his room and walking straight into the very man who held the title's open door. the redhead had headphones on doing something at his desk and knowing wally as well as he did he doubts he was even heard over whatever playlist he's chosen. dick COULD use that, but then again chaos isn't exactly what he's here looking for. moreso company. dick grayson flops onto wally's bed with a sigh, and looks up at the ceiling in his friends room. he didn't even come in here for anything really. he's doing the same thing he was in his room, only this time in proximity to another. it wasn't like their rooms, at least from a construction standpoint were all that inconsistent. although did it look different from his? ugh, that was definitely a thought only boredom could brew, and that alone has him sitting up - cross legged to get comfortable - and tapping on @flashgacy 's headphones.

[maerenee930]

stupid and random things that popped into my head/that happened and made me laugh/giggle at work recently (to myself 😅) and that i thought i would share -

1. “derbel mcdillet” - nothing else with this, literally just bill hader’s voice in my head saying this 😂 (it’s just so funny and stupid. it makes me laugh every time i think about it. 😂)

2. “You look familiar.” - “Like your dead girlfriend?” 😳😂 - no other part of the song at first, just that specific part randomly popping into my head throughout the day 😅🤦‍♀️ (idk why but that line and the way rosario dawson says it just kills me. it has since i was like 14 lol)

3. “wait, am i dello or donna?” - young donald duck (from the newer ducktales) asking his sister (della) this after scrooge mixes up their names and is calling them to go on an adventure with him. 😂 (i don’t know why this made me laugh so hard, but it did. i think it was the voice too that just made it even better lol.)

(there’s more under the cut 😅 i figure i wrote a lot and don’t wanna make anyone have to scroll through all of this especially if they’re not like all that interested in all this randomness and stupidity lol. which i totally get 😂 my brain is something else lmao. and it’s not for everyone 😅)

4. steve rogers during the schwarma scene in a angers. just how he sits and and his facial expression- it just makes me giggle. he’s just so cute and adorable 😄 and cause it’s so relatable. like for real, it’s me pretty much all the time lmao.

5. telling one of my coworkers a story about my aunt (my mom’s oldest sister/the one i work with) from when she was a like 3 or 4 (i think i’m not 100% sure atm. but i do know she was very young) and she and my grandparents had moved back to italy. and one time when they (my grandparents and aunt) went to a relative’s house and she told the one of the relatives who lived there that “her mom’s house back in america was never this dirty” 😂 the sass!! like i just love it so much!

6. me thinking about when i was a kid and go swimming in our pool, we would have to keep our distance from my mom if she was also in the pool because she hated being splashed. (i mean i get it lol, it can be very annoying. especially when the water is cold lol) and one day my brother kept splashing her on purpose (which was very out of character for him cause of the two of us, he was the good one. he was the one who stayed out of trouble lol). so she asked him to stop nicely and then progressively got more frustrated with him when he didn’t stop. so then finally he did stop. but then, he genuinely on accident splashed her again and she turned to him and says “look here you little fucker” 😂 which wasn’t like our mom lol. she didn’t like swear at us when we were kids unless we made her really mad lol.

7. “you swore on my face” - me when i was maybe 3 years old. i did something (i got into trouble/cause trouble quite a bit when i was that small lol) and she called me a little shit. shocked and very offended by my mother not only calling me that but for swearing (again, she didn’t normally swear at us lol. it was rare that she did and that’s why it was kind of a big deal when she actually did lol. but now, she swears like a sailor lmao. and i absolutely take after her and get that from her 😅😂)

8. “you fuhting kidding me?” - my bruceman 🖤 when i was still his nanny, he used to say this all the time lol. and the very first time he said it, it was one morning when he was eating breakfast and while his parents were getting ready for work/not too long before i got to their house to spend the day with my little dude. and so his mom asked his dad if he let their dog back in yet (or tried to get her to come in. she reeeeally loves being outside 😄 i miss her 🥺😢 anywayy…). he told her no, not yet. and before he could say anything else, my buddy looked over at his dad while standing on his chair at their kitchen table so he could see him better and very annoyed says “ugh, you fuhting kidding me?!” 😂 i couldn’t believe it when they told me he said that lmao! i mean it didn’t surprise me that he swore, he did that on and off quite a bit lol. but the fact that this (at the time) 3 year old little shit used it correctly! too perfect and too funny. we (my family and i) say it all the time now. (this happened back in 2020 lol)

- there are sooo many other random and stupid little things i think about during the day or things that happen to me while i’m at work (i realize i didn’t really mention anything that like actually happened to me. but i figure i can always add some moments like that on here another time lol) but for now i’ll post this as it is and i’ll update this with more stuff soon lol.

[campingwiththecharmings]

Steven: Meet in my office after class? Forget your knickers. Can you wear that skirt I like? :) <3

this fucking guy, istg. thinking with his dick and not his head, bless. 😂

There was that look he always gave you, like his entire world stopped moving.

crying tbh 😭

“Feeling needy today, love?” He asked, lips moving against your ear now.

steven, you're the one who asked her not to wear panties, pretty sure you're the needy one 😂😂😂

“Stevie!” 

FUCKING DONNA OMG. she is a nuisance in all universes, i see.

Steven felt all his blood run cold. ‘Whatever you’ve got happenin’ in here,’ she’d said. 

ugh, dis bitch. can jake just like...take her out or something? that'd solve everything lol

that said, am i crazy or did i get the impression she was more jealous than suspicious??? idk idk.... 🤔

“No, love, no.” Steven looked right at you now. You watched a tear fall down his cheek, he wiped it away quickly.  “We can’t have a next time.”

i knew it was coming but still 💔💔💔 GUT PUNCH

“You know, you should be fucking disgusted with yourself.” You started crying despite your desire to appear strong. “I gave you everything.” You grabbed your bags. “Is this what you do? Jump from college to college fucking your virgin students? Or just the stupid ones?”

(totally on her side tbh, from her pov this is incredibly fucked up, but still, OUCH)

slfdkksfjdfg shitttt, steven panicking so bad he retreated into the headspace??? omg 🥺🥺🥺

asldkl;fkl;kg JAKE OMG, HE WANTS HER TOO?????? ad'slfldgkl;gk SHIT brb freaking outttttttttttt

fantastically heart-breaking chapter, mon ami, thank you for sharing 😘❤️

Chapter 10: The Pain of Morality

prof!Steven Grant-Jake Lockley-Marc Spector X f!Reader

Edited by: @welcometostayingawake

Mood Boards - Book Cover - Masterlist

Chapter Summary:

You and Steven agree to meet after class in his office. Things get a little out of hand.

Tags/Summary (these are for the ENTIRE fic):

college AU, no powers/not in MCU/no Khonshu, talk of mental illness, Marc has DID, forbidden relationship, age gap, reader is 21y/o, Boys are 38y/o, reader attends college in America but isn't necessarily American, smut, sex, masturbation, p in v, creampies galore, reader is on birth control, dubious consent due to identity issues, ANGST, romance, fluff and smut, oral sex, falling in love, reader is not race coded, minor mentions of alcohol addiction and depression.

Word Count: 4.4k

Steven: For the record I wish I could buy you a coffee for class.

Steven: Do you think someone would think that was weird?

Steven: I’m just gonna do it.

Steven: If anyone says anything we can just make something up.

Steven: Nevermind please ignore me. S’probably not a good idea.

You smiled down at your phone while you imagined the mental back and forth Steven must’ve done in the morning while trying to decide whether or not he should get you a coffee. Despite the fact that he couldn’t get it for you, your heart swelled at the thoughtfulness of his texts. You wondered how often Steven was thinking about you. One thing was for sure, you were always thinking about him.

You: Don’t stress about it. See you in a bit!

You: <3

Steven: Meet in my office after class? Forget your knickers. Can you wear that skirt I like? :) <3

You sent him a thumbs up before finally getting all your things together and heading out the door. A love-struck smile took over your face while you walked to the lecture building. You had a skip in your step, unable to stop thinking about Steven and the weekend you’d spent together. You wondered when the next time you’d be able to get alone time with him again. Not only were you plagued by the nagging need between your legs, you also just wanted to be in his presence without a care of who might see you.

You’d worn the skirt he’d asked you to wear, despite the chill in the air. Not wearing any panties to class was also a little bold, but you meant it when you told Steven you’d do anything for him. You felt so connected, like nothing else mattered to you. All you wanted was to be around him as much as possible, and give him anything you could to make him look at you with that gaze of longing you craved.

“So we’re clear?” Marc asked, looking at Steven through the reflection of his paperweight.

“I’m gettin’ so tired of having to tell you the same thing over and over mate. I’m not breakin’ up with her. You can pester me all you like, but she’s staying.” He protested, typing on his laptop as though he weren’t bothered by the words Marc was saying.

“Steven…” He took his glasses off his face and slammed them on his desk in frustration. One of the lenses popped out.

“Look what you’ve done.” He grumbled, holding the lens up to the frame, unable to pop it back in easily “gonna need to make an eye appointment now, damn it. Would you just piss off already?”

“I don’t need to tell you why this is dangerous Steven. You’re going to get us killed. If they find out about her, she might get hurt too. You’re putting everyone in danger and-”

Marc continued talking but Steven heard nothing when he saw you walk through the doors to the classroom. There you were, breathtaking as ever, wearing exactly what he’d asked you to wear. He wondered if you really did leave your panties behind. He gulped harshly, lips parting while he stared.

There was that look he always gave you, like his entire world stopped moving. Steven tucked the curl that normally sat in front of his face away so he could look at you better. It took everything in you not to run to him and let your body melt into his right then and there. If not for the other students starting to file in behind you, you might’ve stolen a kiss or two.

He made it impossible to focus, being as effortlessly attractive as he tended to be. He fell into rhythm, pacing back and forth slowly while discussing the topic from the textbook you hadn’t studied enough of. The more he talked, the more you wished his mouth was working over your cunt, forcing you to arch your back and scream his name into his apartment. At some point he wiped his lips, and all you could think about were his thick fingers pumping in and out of your hole, stretching you out.

He looked at you, and you saw a smile form over his lips, unable to contain the way you made him feel. He kept talking to the class, not skipping a beat, but you noticed his cheeks turning several shades of red every time your eyes met.

Class felt like it lasted forever. You’d been thinking about all the things you and Steven would do once you were alone in his office. You were feeling needy, desperate, and you were sure you were dripping down your thigh by the time Steven finally ended the lecture. You had to stop yourself from flat out running to his office. When you got there, you closed the door behind you quickly. You dropped your bags before practically throwing yourself at him. He wrapped his arms around you tightly.

“Thought you were gonna be talking about–” he interrupted you sassing him with a kiss, “Queen Mary forever.”

Steven’s tongue tangled with yours in his heated desperation. He stole your breath, one kiss at a time. He groaned deeply as he parted from you for air.

“Queen Elizabeth.” He corrected you.

“Mmm,” you moaned into his mouth when you went back in for more.

He tasted so good you wanted to devour him. You pushed Steven back against the desk. He reached under your skirt and started circling his fingers around your clit, wasting no time finding it. You gasped, closing your eyes while resting your forehead against his chest.. He pressed some gentle kisses against your temple, the tenderness causing your stomach to swoop on top of your heady desire. You rolled your hips into his fingers further, desperate for more friction.

“Feeling needy today, love?” He asked, lips moving against your ear now.

“Yes-mmm-yes.”

You lifted your head again to meet his gaze. He leaned back against the desk and removed his hand from your cunt so you could straddle his knee. Steven kissed you again, deeper this time, reaching up to cup the back of your neck and pull you in tight.

You started grinding on his thigh, groaning into him with every pass of his lips over yours. You tipped your head to the side, exposing your neck for him to suck on, drawing more soft whimpers from your lips. You grabbed on to his shirt tightly, rutting forward over his leg, feeling the brush of the fabric against your sensitive clit.

“Oh, Steven,” you whined in his ear.

“Yes, love, does that feel good?”

You nodded, “mm…mhm”

“Good. Can feel you soaking through my slacks, use me however you want, dove. Take what you need,” and he meant every word, wanting nothing more than to hear his name fall from your lips when you finally came undone.

He continued sucking on your neck, reaching his hands under your skirt to squeeze your rear tightly, helping you slide over his thigh faster. You wished you could fuck him, right there and then, but you knew it was too risky in his office, especially with how loud the both of you were. You reached up and grabbed the back of his curly head tight while keeping your other hand gripping his shirt. Steven moaned into your throat, churning his hips lightly against you. You felt how hard he was, how hungry his movements were to get inside of you again.

“Mm, can’t wait to have you again, are you free this weekend?” Steven was almost growling in between his words.

“Yes…of course, I’ll be there.”

He wanted you so badly. Steven’s fingers were leaving divots in your ass cheeks, holding onto you tightly, helping you move faster against him. He loved the way your heat felt on his leg while you dragged your pussy lips over the fabric of his pants. Your skin tasted so sweet under his tongue as he continued leaving sloppy kisses over your neck. Your throat vibrated in a low moan.

“I’m so close,” you whispered softly, “then I want to taste you, Steven.”

Steven’s breath caught in his throat. He stopped kissing your neck to cup your cheeks and force you to look in his widened eyes.

“Y-you want to…love, do you mean…you want to put it in your…” Steven’s body trembled with excitement.

“Wanna know what you taste like.”

And then Steven’s lips were crashing into yours again, you were almost there, the tingling was washing over your body in a colossal wave–

The heels came in rapidly, so fast that you hardly had time to register Steven’s quick moves. You could only gasp as he pushed you back. The handle on the door behind you turned and you pulled your skirt down fast. Steven’s face was panicked as he scrambled to the other side of his desk, sitting down quickly.

“Steven your hair!” You hissed in a whisper, noticing what a mess you’d made of it.

“Stevie!” 

Donna, the dean of the university, walked into the room like a storm.

Steven didn’t like Donna. She’d hired him for the position, but made it abundantly clear to him and everyone else that he was the only candidate. Based on her constant attitude, he assumed that she didn't like him. He wasn’t sure if it was because he was late for the interview, or if it was because she was just a tough woman to get along with, but she clearly had a chip on her shoulder with him from the start. It also didn’t help that she called him Stevie the entire time, despite him correcting her over and over.

“I’m going around to all the…” She trailed off when she turned and noticed you. “Sorry, didn’t mean to interrupt whatever you’ve got…happenin’ in here.”

She looked you up and down. You felt the heat rise to your cheeks. Did she think something was suspicious about you being in there? Surely not. It wasn’t weird for a student to be in their professor’s office, especially since you had on record that he was a tutor for you, all she had to do was look it up. Maybe having the door closed was a red flag, and maybe your hair was a little disheveled, but there was nothing to suggest you were doing…what you were doing.

Steven felt all his blood run cold. ‘Whatever you’ve got happenin’ in here,’ she’d said. 

She knew…it was so obvious that she could tell something was happening between you and him before she walked in. He saw her look you up and down, making a face of disgust. The panic was starting to set into his bones, his leg bouncing under his desk. 

Donna always makes that face, Steven told himself.

But this time it was different. This time…Marc’s fears were being realized before Steven’s very eyes. Marc had warned him on several occasions that if they were caught, it could mean their death. Earlier, before you’d walked into class, Marc reminded Steven that you were at risk if something went south too. This stupid affair could get you hurt.

Steven looked at you, and you looked back at him helplessly. His lips pressed into a thin line when he finally realized what he needed to do, his heart dropping into his stomach. He never should’ve slept with you. Marc was right. He never should’ve crossed that line, never should have asked you to watch Gus, never should’ve brought you into their fucked up life. This was all his fault. Now he had to suffer the consequences and drag you down with him.

“This is it, Steven. You’ve been caught, what are you going to do now? Hm?” Marc’s tone held a self-righteous air that Steven didn’t appreciate, though he deserved it.

“Donna, we were just discussing the paper due on Wednesday that I’ve assigned in my class. What can I help you with?” Steven was trying to divert the conversation away from you.

“Just going around to all the departments and checkin’ in. I can come back.”

She kept looking over at you, and then back to Steven. Even if she didn’t think something was actually happening, she certainly was acting like she was suspicious of you being there. You gulped deeply, turning your eyes to Steven again. You felt the anxiety catching in your chest, making it hard to breathe.

“Yeah, yeah that would be great. I’ll come to your office this afternoon.” Steven said with a friendly smile.

“Sounds like a plan, Stevie, I leave at five.” She looked you up and down one more time before leaving the room.

You let out a huge sigh of relief followed by a nervous laugh. You ran your hands over your face and shook your head, looking over at Steven who was just staring blankly at the glass paperweight on his desk. What you didn’t see, was the one-sided conversation happening in Steven’s reflection.

“That was too close. I know you don’t want to do it, Steven, I know, and I’m so sorry.” Marc was being sincere, and Steven could feel that. Marc did feel bad for him. “I know you care about her, but that’s why it’s time to let it go now, before it gets worse. The longer you keep this going the harder and more dangerous–”

“Steven.” You said, seeing him look up at you with glistening eyes. “You okay? I was talking to you.”

Steven was looking at you and thinking about how you had no idea that your world was about to shatter around you. There was still time for him to let it go and keep pretending like nothing was wrong. If Donna did suspect something, and this affair went public…

He would rather leave you with a broken heart than see you dead.

“I-I’m sorry I was just…just thinking about…” He gulped, standing up and pressing his palm against the desk to stabilize himself. He looked at the wooden surface, clearly averting his gaze from yours.

He would rather walk over a mile of hot coals than say what he needed to say.

“Yeah, that was close. We’ll just have to be more careful next time. Can’t believe-”

“No, love, no.” Steven looked right at you now.

You watched a tear fall down his cheek, he wiped it away quickly. 

“We can’t have a next time.”

Your body seized in place. Your feet stepped forward, despite your voice getting stuck in your throat. You replayed his words in your head as if you hadn’t heard him clearly. Can’t have a next time. Immediately your bottom lip began to quiver. This couldn’t be real. Surely, you’d misheard what he said. You’d both known that this was a risk, that was why you avoided it before giving up on fighting the gravitational force pulling you towards each other. Was he really running away in fear over almost getting caught once?

“W-what do you…Steven, what are you saying?” You felt tears threatening your own eyes. He couldn’t be saying what you thought he was saying. .

“Don’t make this harder than it has to be.” He pressed his lips together tightly, “please.” Steven’s face broke into a sob. “We can’t do this anymore.”

“Steven, where is this coming from? We knew this was risky when we started!” You got closer to him, desperate to get to him, but he put up a hand in protest. Lowering your voice to a desperate whisper, you pleaded with him. “Don’t…don’t do this. We can be more careful next time, we–”

“No, you have to go.” He said firmly, “You have to go, and you have to forget about me. There’s a lot you don’t know about me, and I never should’ve dragged you into this.”

“Why are you talking to me like I’m a kid? I’m twenty-one years old, I chose to do this, you can’t–”

“Yes I can!” Steven shouted at you for the first time since you’d known him. “You don’t know a thing about me. I’m not the man you think I am.”

The room was filled with a silence that tore through your soul. You had nothing to say to that, and frankly, you weren’t sure how you were supposed to talk to him after he yelled at you. Several emotions played out on Steven’s face before he finally looked away from you, and you could tell there was no more negotiating with him. He was right, you didn’t know anything about him. You knew that he was a history professor, that he was from London, and that he liked literature and art. You’d always felt like Steven was hiding something based on the way he didn’t want you at his apartment in the beginning, and you hadn’t forgotten how short he was when you tried to talk to him about his brothers.

Since you could see that this wasn’t going to end well, you went for a final stab, a last attempt to make him feel guilty for doing what he did to you; for taking what he took from you.

“You know, you should be fucking disgusted with yourself.” You started crying despite your desire to appear strong. “I gave you everything.” You grabbed your bags. “Is this what you do? Jump from college to college fucking your virgin students? Or just the stupid ones?”

“I’m sorry.”

You huffed on your way out the door on shaky legs, not taking another look at him. You slammed the door behind yourself harshly, half wishing the entire building would collapse around it. For good measure, you kicked it and then rushed down the hall to get to your dorm. You had to get away before anyone saw what a mess you were leaving his office.

Steven quickly ran to the door, locking it before turning and sliding his back against it, dropping to the floor in a slump. Nothing had ever hurt like this. Even when Steven found out he was part of a system within Marc’s mind, he hadn’t been this upset. This felt like his chest was caving in, like it was hard for his lungs to function. He simply wished he could pass out so he didn’t have to feel the heartbreak. He started sobbing noisily, letting out pained wails that Jake nor Marc had ever heard from him.

Your words had stung. Those final remarks you’d made in your pained anger, though petty, had twisted the knife in his self-inflicted wound. Steven didn’t blame you, you had every right to be mad. In fact, if you’d walked up and struck him, he probably would’ve understood.

Marc started stirring around restlessly, but he approached Steven like a big brother would a younger one. He’d never intended for Steven to get hurt, or you for that matter. He only wanted to protect the three of them, and make sure that they could survive in this new life they made. Marc and Jake had worked everything out so perfectly, and then you’d come along and swept Steven right off his feet, screwing up the whole thing.

“I know that was tough Steven, but you did the right thing,” Marc said in a gentle tone.

Jake remained quiet, but Steven could feel him there, present just below the surface.

“I can’t do this. I can’t teach here anymore. I’m gonna see her everywhere I go. Oh God…I took her…I took her innocence from her not two days ago! Marc…” Steven started breathing heavily, clutching his chest tightly. “I think I’m gonna have a panic attack.”

“You’re not going to have a panic attack, you’ll be alright, just breathe through it.”

“No, no Marc, I really hurt her. Did you see…” he took a labored breath, “did you see the look on her f-face? I broke her heart. We have to go somewhere else, I can’t ever look at her again, I might die. I have to get a new job.”

“You’re not going to die, and you can’t just leave your job, alright? It’s a good job, Steven. We had to work really hard to get you in here. You didn’t exactly…earn your PhD.” Steven started hyperventilating, “I don’t wanna sound like a jerk but, if you’d just done what I said from the start–”

“No, no, no Marc, no!” Steven stood up and started pacing, wringing his hands in front of him, “you think I didn’t know the entire time that what I was doing was wrong? ‘Course I knew! I just…” Steven stopped and looked out of the only window in the room down to the courtyard below. “I think I love her, Marc.”

The voice in Steven’s head stopped while Steven broke down again into another flurry of tears and sniffles that he couldn’t control. Marc knew Steven loved you, he could feel it seeping into the crevices of their mind. Saying the words I love her out loud was what broke Steven to a point that even Marc was worried they may never see him again.

When Marc came to the front, something he hadn’t experienced in weeks, he took a deep breath before wiping the tears from his eyes. He still felt the damp spot on Steven’s pants from where you’d been grinding on him before Donna interrupted. Marc wished more than anything that it hadn’t come to this, but he was back in control again, and he was going to have to clean up Steven’s mess until he came back.

Marc looked at his own reflection in the paperweight, and he only saw Jake staring back.

“I can’t feel him.”

“I know…but he always comes back. We just have to wait.”

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If there was ever a good time to use your sick days at school, it was while you were curled up in your bed emptying box after box of kleenex. You felt pathetic, crying endlessly over Steven, but he’d hurt you more than you could form into words. Virginity was one of those things that you only had one rule for…give it to someone you love. You didn’t care about waiting for marriage, but you wanted to wait for the right one, and you thought you had.

When Layla asked you what was wrong, you were grateful that she was respectful enough of your boundaries not to press when you told her you didn’t want to talk about it. In truth, Layla probably was someone you could trust with this. You’d been roommates since your first year, and you were good friends. She’d kept secrets for you before, but not one of this caliber.

The thought crossed your mind to tell the dean the truth. You thought about going to her and letting her know that Steven had taken advantage of you. It wasn’t all his fault, you’d been very persistent, but a part of you, the part that felt angry, wanted to make him suffer the way you were suffering. Making him lose his career might be satisfying, but you knew that feeling would only be temporary, and you’d end up feeling guilty before long. Not to mention, you recalled reading that students could also be held liable for their inappropriate actions. You were an adult after all. You’d made your choice to sleep with your professor, and now you had to live with that.

You spent the next day in and out of sleep, waking up only to hear his words replay in your mind, and crying yourself back to sleep. You pulled out your phone on Wednesday morning.

You: Can we please talk? I can’t accept that this is over. Not after this weekend.

You had sent that on Monday after going back to your dorm. He didn’t answer. You don’t know what compelled you to go to class that morning. You thought perhaps it was the small part of you that hoped Steven would see you and completely change his mind, realizing that he was wrong. You also wanted him to see your tearstained face and feel guilty for what he’d done, but when you steeled yourself and walked through the classroom door, he wasn’t there.

You should feel relieved. You should be glad that he didn’t want to show his face after what he did. But you weren’t. One of the other history professors was able to cover the class on Steven’s behalf. You felt a pit settle in your stomach. Was he missing class because of you? The only thing this told you was that Steven was a coward and a pig; only intent on sleeping with you and then dropping you like you were nothing.

So why did you still feel like he was something? Why were you still thinking about all the times his face softened when he saw you, into the most loving gaze anyone had ever shown you? The way he always treated you like you were so important, taking you on a date to the art gallery and stuttering when you said sweet nothings that took him off guard. Something wasn’t adding up in your mind. The way he had treated you all this time didn’t add up to someone who just wanted to fuck you and dump you right after.

But that’s what he’d done.

By some miracle, you held yourself together for the day, getting through your classes. You weren’t completely free of tears, and you’d had to go to the bathroom a few times to wipe your tears, fix your makeup and go back, but you made it. That was the important thing.

It was dark when you walked back to your dorm that night. You recalled the times that Steven had walked back with you, and you’d never felt so alone. 

You weren’t alone though. There was a stern set of eyes that watched your every step, making sure you made it back in one piece. When he saw you get inside safely, a satisfied smile spread over his face. He would make sure you were safe whenever he could, despite knowing Marc would prefer they all pretended you never existed.

Jake could never forget you existed. He wasn’t able to get you out of his head, even if Steven had cast you aside. Jake knew how to keep a secret, and he intended to keep you. He would make sure you wouldn’t lose yourself to the pain Steven had caused.

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