#go and replace me i guess not like anyone Cares that im not gonna be here lmao

[imaslutforwritingshit]

Things Ethan Landry would text- (Fem Friend Reader) PART 3

Warnings- mentions of smut, knifeplay, sexting, fearplay, confessions to murder.

If you guys like this, I’ll make an extended version, where I write a story in Y/n’s pov that happens after this texting story:)

The Ballad Of Terror

Y/n: hey loser

Ethan: Loser? that’s new.

Y/n: but true

Ethan: no good night text, bunny?

Y/n: ugh stop calling me that. I promise I don’t jump that weird.

Ethan: in PE class you look like a rodent

Y/n: shut up

Y/n: I want something else first before you get your good night text

Ethan: let me guess. You need homework answers?

Y/n: I don’t get anything in science. I don’t even know what a molecule is.

Ethan: luckily I’m smart.

Y/n: luckily.

Ethan: click to view

Y/n: thank u <3

Ethan: np.

Ethan: hey, how are you and David doing together?

Y/n: why?

Ethan: I’m just curious

Y/n: maybe being curious isn’t always the right thing to be

Ethan: I’m your friend who wants you to be happy.

Y/n: I am happy

Ethan: with David?

Y/n: why are you asking that like david can’t make me happy?

Ethan: because I don’t think he could

Y/n: he does.

Ethan: oh, yeah?

Y/n: yes.

Ethan: as in, present tense?

Y/n omg yes

Y/n: why do you care so much?

Ethan: you broke up with him last night.

Y/n: how did you know that?

Y/n: Ethan??

Y/n: who told you

Ethan: no one told me.

Y/n: then why the fuck do you know?

Ethan: I watched you get that text. You cried over your bedside table.

Ethan: don’t leave me on read

Ethan: cmon

Y/n: how do you know

Ethan: I watched you through the window.

Y/n: you’re my friend

Y/n: this is scaring me

Ethan: Don’t be scared. Remember when you told me that you loved the real me?

Y/n: yes.

Ethan: this is the real me.

Y/n: a stalker?

Ethan: For you,

Ethan: Yes.

Y/n: if you were watching me, what was I wearing?

Ethan: That Ivy League shirt I bought for you in 2018.

Y/n: what pants, then ??

Ethan: oh, that’s the best part.

Y/n: please

Ethan: you weren’t wearing any

Ethan: you hiked your thighs to your chest

Ethan: you were wearing black panties

Y/n: you’re a fucking creep

Ethan: don’t be like that.

Y/n: how long has this been going on?

Ethan: How long have I been in love with you?

Ethan: or watching you sleep

Ethan: ?

Y/n: i should call the police. do you stalk other girls?

Ethan: you’re the only one for me

Ethan: nobody makes me feel the way you make me feel

Ethan: All those girls meant nothing to me. They couldn’t replace you.

Y/n: what girls?

Y/n: you’re a manwhore now?

Ethan: don’t be stupid. I didn’t fuck anyone

Ethan: I killed them

Y/n: im calling the police

Ethan: I disconnected the system from your number

Ethan: you can’t call anyone for help

Y/n: what do you want from me?

Ethan: Don’t you want to know?

Ethan: Why I did it?

Y/n: no

Ethan: I want to hurt you. Is that bad?

Ethan: it just turns me on so much

Ethan: to imagine you begging for me

Ethan: begging me not to slice you open

Ethan: fuck your brains out until your screaming my name

Ethan: i want to use you

Ethan: and you and I both know you would enjoy it

Y/n: you’re ghostface

Ethan: oh

Ethan: what gave it away ?

Y/n: you piece of shit.

Ethan: I don’t think you should insult me right now

Y/n: why? you gonna kill me??

Ethan: don’t tempt me.

Y/n: but apparently I already am. I’m basically asking for a knife to my throat, aren’t I?

Y/n: to watch your cock enter me as you choke me

Y/n: god, it would turn me on so much!!!

Ethan: I don’t take sarcasm too well

Ethan: if your asking for it, I’ll give it to you.

Y/n: im blocking you

Ethan: you can’t hide

Y/n: I’ll lock my doors. Get my parents to call the cops when they come back.

Ethan: your parents aren’t home?

Ethan: That changes things.

Y/n: I locked everything

Y/n: leave me alone

Ethan: why did you assume I was outside your house?

Y/n: please leave me alone

Ethan: let’s play a game of hide and seek, y/n.

Ethan: you run

Ethan: you hide

Ethan: and we’ll see if I can catch you.

Ethan: and if I do…

Ethan: god, I love making you my victim.

Y/n: Ethan please

Ethan: 3

Ethan: 2

Ethan: 1

Ethan: time to run, bunny.

🩷

[tboom10]

warning. eyestrain. if you're on max brightness and its 3 am proceed with causion. same if you hate a random dude on tumblr ramble for way to long. this includes more text then i care to admit.

icons of some hollow knight silksong characters except i really, and i mean really went overboard with special effects and other random stuff that mildly fits their character (and even that is somewhat questionable) to add as much eyestrain as i physically can and looks not bad. also i wanted to make more icons, but i lost interest and i really just wanna post something after no new art for like 2-3 weeks. also i used those custom pattens brushes to much and it shows.

this whole thing was me just wanting to draw trobbio once more and i thought 'why not an icon even though you've replaced your pfp not even a month', so i did. im not even gonna use it as a pfp, im just leaving it here and then i did the same for seth. and i spiraled from there.

trobbio is the only one without those outlines and it rally bothers me, but due to how i layered i cant fix it. it is what it is. also it makes it more flashy, and if someone here has a flashy icon its him.

seth's one is the least eyestrain one. but i like the darker tones, so im keeping it this way. honestly, might make it my pfp for a while. its probably my favorite one. yep, i peaked at the second one.

i was looking at references for sherma and saw someone drew him with those pink flowers and it was to cute not to steal. i forgot who made it, but just so you know: the flowers weren't my original idea.

this is my first lace icon. i dont really like it, so i made 2 for her. the only reason im posting it is cuz i've watd to much time on it.

and her's the second one. this one kinda mirrors hornet's icon. why? well good question dear viewer (or whatever you call someone who actually reads this (which if you do, thank you, i dont type these for nothing)). its because i can. also i still dont love how the second one came out. i guess not everyone can draw every character. partly due to her needle? sword? thing she fight with still has lines about as straight as i am, and likely she is as well. this is the one with the clearest use of a shape brush.

i hope hornets needle doesn't look thrown in, cuz thats exactly what i did. it was to kinda mirror lace's battle weapon and its kinda silvery and lace's is gold, and ok, you get it now. honestly, hornets one is one of my more favorites, even though the star brush is to obvious.

shakra's icon is ok. honestly, probably the least remarkable one. i dont really have anything interesting to add. ok 1 thing mildly interesting. i think this one took th longest to make the character for. thats about it really. and like lace, i can barely draw her. also why and how did i get worse at using star brushes? they weren't as obvious on the first few and on the last 3 it was clear as day. it is what it is i suppose.

also, before anyone asks, if you really, and i mean really somehow wanna use them, go ahead, credit is appriciated, though not needed. just dont say you made them alright. or do. idk why you wanna claim these are yours though, but i lack the ability to care, nor come after you irl. but please dont do it, its kind of an asshole move imo. if you still do, i guess i cant stop you, though if you steal art im just gonna assume you're kind of a prick to be around. also i still have enough material to make a part 2 (like carmlita and forg daughter). but im busy making other stuff rn.

[hyroglifiact]

Dreamcast

Best console to ever exist, I refuse to let anyone else tell me different. Frik the haters, let's open it

This label is gonna get ignored cuz I wana see the cool insides (I totally didn't leave a disc in here while I was opening it). The top layer of this thing is like 30% PSU, 60% optical drive and 10% cooling / controller ports (im not going under it cuz it looks scary lol)

The PSU can kill you in one shock so be careful :3

The battery probs died like over 15 years ago, but my god I ain't replacing that thing (that costs monmey). This fan is the only thing keeping this entire system cool so props to it I guess.

This lid is so cool it has a slow opening cd tray and this fuckinm glass tube that directs the light of a red led on the controler port board to the top so you can see it.

Was gonna open the Dreamcast dial-up modem but I couldn't figure out how to open it without breaking it (and wheres the fun in searching up an Ifixit guide)

[autocann1bal]

whoever asked for my lockwood and co playlist, you are in for it :)

so ive decided to give the link to the playlist as well as come up with scenarios for each song so this is. gonna be a big doc. (also book spoilers)

heres the link to the actual playlist (ps if anyone knows the artist please let me know!!)

luv l8r - mom jeans im going to be honest, stole this from a fic, not much to say, just a song that reminds me of them

september - sparky deathcap the instrumental just gives cozy vibes, like something theyd listen to together whilst reading in the library, possibly cuddled up on the couch who knows. maybe even a cheeky little george pops in to bring them more tea, and sees them cuddled up on the couch and smiles before leaving the tea at the door as not to disturb them (alternatively: he joins them bc romantic locklyle + qpr george is a wonderful thing)

buzzcut season - lorde LOOK IDK ITS JUST SO THEM I CANT EXPLAIN IT THEYRE JUST SO. its a song with such a nostalgic feeling and i feel like it fits them, its a sort of montage song, at least to me. its a song that reminds me that theyre kids, because they really are just kids being put in these awful situations.

stars will fall - duster yet another library song, less romantic this time id guess, more just all 3 of them reading respectively in the library. lockwood probably reading old newspapers, lucy some sort of novel, and george either reading his comics or researching for a case.

drip drip drip fall - ewy a lockwood song, do with that what thou shalt :)

main character syndrome - wilbur soot another lockwood song. hes got main character syndrome and we all know it. seems a kipps vs lockwood sort of song yk? the lines "its not a problem its his niche" and "he smiles with only half his face" feel so very lockwood to me.

evans song - flower face OMLGFHKJGFHKJFJGH. its lucys song to lockwood. we get plenty of lockwood being a pathetic simp, but what about lucy? "to think i thought ive loved before, to think i fought so many wars" feels like a lucy line. she loved norrie (romantically and platonically (personal hc)), but shes never loved someone the way shes loved lockwood. theyve saved eachother countless times. i love them <3

shadow moses - bring me the horizon my playlist is. all over the place and you can really tell with this one. im not really sure specifics for this one but its definitely an angsty song so something along the lines of lucy getting ghost locked and lockwood panicking -> "can you tell from the look in her eyes/we're going nowhere"

call me what you like - lovejoy feels very "lockwood using holly as a replacement for lucy after she leaves" sort of deal. i will go more in depth on this one if anyone would like but i fear it may make the post longer than it needs to be just please dont attack me over this dhfdfgkjg.

a pearl - mitski HMHMMHMHMH necklace. the pearl is the necklace, lockwood is the war, shes fallen so deep in love. again this is post her leaving, pre her return. shes in an inn somewhere swirling the necklace around her fingers, missing him more than anything, thinking he didnt want her there. pain :D.

long long time - linda ronstadt MWAHKAHKJDFG this ones for the tlou fans. yall know :)

under the weather - corpse like i said. very all over the place playlist. yet another lockwood angst song, probably some sort of sickfic type deal, but more lockwood needs a mental health day and lucy (+ possibly george, depending on your personal hc (i am so mentally ill for romantic locklyle + george qpr)) caring for him and just. cozy vibes but also really sad bc <33

all we ever wanted was everything - bauhaus RAHHH SHOW CANON SONG. its just so them <33

blue hair - tv girl YOU CANT TELL ME THIS ISNT A LOCKWOOD SONG ITS SO HIM CMON. minus. the. misogyny yk

chemistry - kimya dawson lucy song [everyone gasps]. 'how did we end up here?/you said happenstance' hmshdhrg lucy asking lockwood how they ended up in the Consensual Workplace Relationship and they just talk and talk and talk afterwords, probably sometime late morning yk cozy just woke up vibes.

clementine - elliott smith herrhfhf scrungly soft locklyle vibes in the morning, waking up together, getting ready for the day together, they end up dancing in the kitchen to this song smiles i love them cries wails sobs

bouquet - ichiko aoba do i know what shes saying other than the flowers? no!!! is it cozy vibes? yes!! they are falling asleep after a long day listening to it i cant explain why

empire ants - gorillaz ft little dragon i. honestly do not know. another song similar to buzzcut season, feels like a reminder that theyre just kids. very well may be a lucy breakdown song who knows :)

it will come back - hozier we got our first hozier song boys. lucy leaving, lockwood breakdown, listening to this on repeat hoping wishing praying that she'll come back.  wishing more than anything.

rule #27 - drunk on pride - fish in a bird cage lockwood is constantly drunk on pride, everyone knows it, everyone feels it. this is probably something along the lines of lucy and george being worried for him as he goes into a particularly dangerous job, fully confident and all to prideful. he comes out of it alive, but damaged.

tree hugger - kimya dawson im a bitch for kimya dawsona and fluffy ships but this also is a sort of 'they all wish they where somewhere else, but are happy with eachother too' kind of thing which proabably doesnt make much sense bUT IT MAKES SENSE TO ME OK CSHHSHSHSH

https://open.spotify.com/track/1F9f5t7GZk7aJZNGZIbfqP?si=c653de10148f4de5 <- link because youre nuts if you think im attempting to type out morse code lockwood just being a pathetic simp. probably watching her dance in the kitchen, late at night when neither of them are supposed to be awake, admiring everything about her till he eventually joins in on the dancing, they dance together into early hours of the morning before she carries him (YEA SHE CARRIES HIM WHAT ABOUT IT) up the stairs to lockwoods room, where they sleep for the rest of the day :>

locked out of heaven - bruno mars Ik the song is relatively sexual but we arent going there dw. just more lockwood being a hopeless romantic and being wildly in love with lucy, lucy is his heaven and he wishes to be nowhere else but with her at all times.

teenage dream - katy perry yk i had too. again, theyre teenagers, they act like teenagers. probably the song playing in lucys/lockwoods head constantly because shes just so giddy about their silly teenage love.

answering machine - ruby haunt to much happiness, angst now. a song lucy had on repeat walking the streets of london early in the morning to get coffee after she had left lockwood and co. maybe even walking past portland row, missing it dearly. little does she know, lockwood sees her, he hasnt slept a bit since lucy left, he usually just stares out the window into the night. but one day, he sees her walking past. he doesnt get out of bed that morning.

sleep thru ur alarms - lontalius i said we where done with happiness. more lockwood mental health issues but this time its the aftermath. lucy sitting in her room after a particularly bad fight with lockwood that had turned into him collapsing in her arms. shes just thinking about everything he said.

the first punch - pierce the veil im gonna be honest i meant to take this one out but its just there now i got nothin im low on gas and you need a jacket - pierce the veil i think lucy just like this one idk

heart-shaped box - nirvana lockwood feeling awful about asking lucy for help, sitting in his room thinking about it.

safeword - tv girl lucy telling lockwood about her time in her old town. about her old home.

fine - lemon demon me when i have like 8 million songs abt them being teenagers doing silly teenager things.

chloroform girl - polkadot cadaver UR GONAN TRY AND TELL ME THIS ISNG LOCKWOODS MUSIC TASTE BE FUCKOING QUIET he likes this song :)

swear to god the devil made me do it - the front bottoms god tfb is just so lockwoodcore. its just so him i cant explain it you understnad me maybe hopefully

flying model rockets - the front bottoms HOHOHOHOHOHOHO so lockwood dont you think. dont. dont you think. please agree with me.

blondie - current joys more cozy library/morning vibes. maybe some soft domestic little kisses as a treat.

young - vacations back to the angst. more pining and mourning after lucy leaves hee hee.

pretty boy - the neighborhood HES A PRETTY BOY SHE THINKS HES A PRETTY BOY THEY ARE PRETTY TOGETHER I LOVE HTEM CRIES CRIES CRIES

pretty boy - tv girl be quiet ik they have the same name they are so drastically differnet vibes. something something lucy thinking shes not good enough for lockwood bc she grew up poor and he was a rich little bastard /aff. but yea late night angst

it almost worked - tv girl RRUUFUFU angst they are so sad sad little people lucy is a sad little lass in her tiny little town she will never get out sobs.

space song - beach house wails cries sobs screams them. i will not elaborate.

golden hour - JVKE oh my GODD lockwood is such a hopeless fucking simp. hes such a stupid hopeless little simp. for her and her only all he looks at is her shes the best thing ever shes so beautiful all he does is take her in. they are in love.

who is she - i monster he doesnt believe she exists. shes not real. shes in his dreams. hes having a breakdown :)

always forever - the cults back to happy!! they are in love!!! always forever!! they will be together forever!!!!

gilded lily - cults SOBS SCREAMS CRIES WAILS EATS THEM THEYRE JUST KDIS THEYRE FORCED TO DO THIS HORRIBLE JOB BUT HTEY ARE JUST CHOLDREN THEYRE JSJSUT KIDS DJFGHJHA

pretty when you cry - lana del rey god theyre so sad. george lucy comfort lockwood that is all thank you.

carmen - lana del rey oh deary. oh lockwood oh my poor bbg   

paper doll - flower face this is so lucy. shes a fragile paper doll and lockwood cares for her. but she feels like shes not enough she feels unworthy. lockwood is to good for her. 

 the night we met - lord huron OH MY GODDDD OH MY GOD OH MY GOD theyre so they mean so much to me im crying you understand i dont need to explain.

paper doll - flower face this is so lucy. shes a fragile paper doll and lockwood cares for her. but she feels like shes not enough she feels unworthy. lockwood is to good for her.

angela - flower face can you tell i like flower face. remember lockwood being a hopeless simp?? lucys turn!! lucys turn!!!!!!! shes so simp shes so simp but in such a sad way shes os in love with him but shes so worried he'll leave.

spiracle - flower face hee hoo hee hoo lockwood breakdown. more lockwood breakdowns, but this time its before he and lucy where together. its just him panicking late at night about his love for lucy, afraid he'll end up killing her with his love because nothing good comes from letting people in. 

jupiter - flower face THEY FEEL SO SAFE TOGETHER THEY ARE HOME TOGETHER THEY ARE EACHOTHERS HOME. lucys home is with lockwood and george at portland row :DDDDDD

small world - jack stauber cozy coffee run vibes ykyk domesticity

death cup - mom jeans 'i think its bout time i warned you i might cry in front of you' oh come ON thats so lockwood this entire song is just lockwood opening up to lucy.

legit tattoo gun - the front bottoms lockwood tfb agenda is spreading. 

insomniac - memo boy lockwood insomniac real hes so not sleep the dark circles are so visible im. emotionally unstable.

post to long. need part 2.

[jaybutnotthebird]

Back Somehow

(also on ao3) https://archiveofourown.org/works/49472875

Nina came back home to find her son sitting on the front steps, with the neck of his shirt and his fur all ruffled, holding his head in his hands. That girl, Ivy Pepper was with him. As she came closer she realiced that something had happened. His eyes were tired and filled with tears, and she too was looking rather downcast

"Rocky is... he's dead" he said, and Nina couldn't believe it.

Tho it also made sense. The boy just kept geting into trouble

Ivy did most of the explaining: his car had been ran over by a train, leaving the driver's body so mangled that he had to be identified by his clothes and posesions, tho the agents could tell that he had grey fur.

How did the car get in the middle of the train tracks was anyone's guess. Rocky's car was in poor condition and tended to stop at any random time, so maybe it just happened to stop at the most inconvinient possible moment.

Maybe Rocky actually thought he could beat the train and tried to drive past the tracks before it got there. They wouldn't put it past him.

Those who knew what kinda bushiness Rocky was up to wouldn't be surprised if he was already dead, or half dead or knocked out before the car was pushed into the tracks.

It was anyone's guess

Calvin drove the car to a little morge out on the field. He told her a friend had ofered to help with the cost of the funeral. It was going to be a very small event, he told her. Just a few guests, closed casket.

Upon walking in, though, Nina found that, despite the place being small and rather humble looking, and it being supposed to be a small event, it felt full.

There was a lot of people, or at least, more than she expected.

Calvin had told her most of the guests would be coworkers and aquientces, but they were greeted with a very close and warm demeanor.

The first to come up to them was Jasper, whom she recogniced: long black fur, with irregular orange patches and green eyes. He often waited by the car when Rocky visited. Her nephew descrived him as "his ride or die, his best pal, aside from Frekle, of course" they had exchanged a few words at some point.

He looked terrible. Despite dressing nicely for the ocasion his hair was kinda dishevled, his expresion sad and tired. Specialy compared with his usual, energetic and bombastic demeanor.

He had seemed so much bigger when standing next to Rocky

He assured her that he cared deeply for her nephew, that he was a very special man and he would miss him greatly. She had the feeling that not only he was being honest; he was holding back for decency's sake.

Next to greet them was a classy looking woman and a well dressed, elegant man. They introduced themselves as Mitzy May, Rocky's boss and her friend Sedgewick Sable.

Mitzy told Nina that her nephew was a very sweet and hard working young man, wich she struggled to believe.

"oh, I do hope he didn't give you much trouble" she realiced she was kinda talking about him like he was still alive. It had just happened so fast...

"well, he could certainly be... excentric and troublesome at times, but truth is he busted his ass for the team and we are gonna struggle to replace him, not to mention we will miss him, of course"

Nina was a little shocked by the sudden colorful and confident demeanor the fancy looking lady let out. The gentleman next to her cleared his throat

"I wasn't really very close to him but he was a real charmer, wasn't he? He did play a couple pranks on me... heh. He could really liven the place up. His abscense will be deeply noted"

Nina noded solemnly, somehow feeling out of place. She hadn't known that her ramboutious, messy nephew had any kind of contact with classy folks like these, let alone so close for comfort

"Im sorry, perhaps I shouldn't ask but... are you the benefactor I have to thank for helping with the funeral costs?"

Mr. Sable smiled and shook his head "no, maam, if anything it was a barn raising"

She had no idea what that meant. Calvin had said a friend had offered to help... she would have to ask him later.

Next, after letting him guide her throu the room she found herself in front of at least 5 men, all well dressed and sorrowful. One of them, a blond tabby that introduced himself as Sy told her they were the music band that Rocky was a part of. That they were like family.

It ocured to her in that moment that she had never had the chance to see him perform at his work, and only now she was meeting his companions. She eyed them carefuly, specially the one in red, who looked the most dishelveled. He was sitting with his legs apart, arms propped on them, smoking.

Zib, according to the yellow cat

"Zib" said Sy "it's Rocky's aunt"

"I know" a dark, heavy and raspy voice came from him. Her ears twitched

"Im sorry?"

He looked up from where he was sitting. His eyes were darkened by sleepless nights and an unforgiving expression "you are the one who kicked him to the curve. Im the one who took him in years later"

her tail puffed up. She turned up her nose and eyed the man, this skinny, unkept, questionable looking man that didn't know her and dared judge her first thing when meeting her

"you forget yourself" was all she could muster, keeping her composture.

The jazz player stood up. He was taller than her, but thinner, and his expresion was that of one who was tired of bullshit. Of her bullshit. Without knowing her. He went to step in front of her but Sy stoped him with an arm, and the one standing behind him -Ben- placed a hand on his shoulder.

Calvin pulled her arm and said, in a sad, begging tone "please, it's a funeral. Let's be at peace"

The tom and the queen eyed each other, as Calvin led Nina away. Zib followed her with his eyes before going back to his post on the chair.

They all sat down, with Nina and Calvin being granted an advantage point at the front. The priest, a tall, very thin man with pale fur stood at the podium and said a few words, wellcoming them, reading a few lines about dust to dust and trying to offer some cold confort.

Nina didn't know how to feel about the sudden death of her stranged nephew, so she instead turned to a much more familiar place for her and concentrated on the words of the lord

then the priest asked if anyone wanted to say a few words and Calvin got up. He stood behind the podium. He cleared his throat, and looked down

"I ah- ...Im not very good with words so I've written what I wanted to say. ...I use to exchange letters with him, with my cousin, Rocky when eh- he was traveling, so it felt easier"

he pulled out some folded paper from his front poket, unfolded it, and took a deep breath.

"No one knew my cousin like I did. He was more like a brother to me, since we were raised together as far as my memory reaches.

Those who knew him knew he was troublesome and excentric, and those who knew him well also knew he was troubled himself. But no one did as well as I do.

My cousin Rocky was a troublemaker from the begining. He got into so much trouble when we were kids, and often dragged me into it. Aparently this is just a thing kids do, some kids are more messy than others and it is normal for brothers to get each other in trouble, but it seemed like he was specaily prone to do so. In comparison I seemed like the perfect good kid.

This one time, Rocky messed up big time. He took the neighbor's car without knowing how to drive it, and he had an accident. The car was broken and someone got hurt. My mother was so cross with him she kicked him out. And so, he was left on the street at the age of fifteen, while I stayed home and continued with my studies.

Only, as it happens, actually he didn't do it"

It took a moment for Nina, siting just a few paces from him, to process what her son was saying now

"...I'm the one who took the car, and Im the one who crashed it, and caused the accident. Rocky simply took the blame for me, to protect me" Calvin took a deep breath and didn't look up from the podium as he passed to the next page of the letter "it happened so fast and I didn't know what to do, so I just did what he told me: I kept quiet as he took the blame, becouse he thought that it was better this way: it was normal for him to get into trouble, everyone expected it from him, and it would be easier this way.

He could have given in and told the truth when my mother kicked him out, but he didn't. He didn't tattle when he found himself cold and hungry nor when he had to leave town and spent the next few years traveling from one place to the other doing odd jobs.

What is more" he took a deep breath "he could have been resentlful or angry, but he didn't. He kept writing me letters, telling me that it wasn't so bad, that it was better this way, that he was actually having fun and it wasn't all my fault.

He didn't blame me. Even when, years later I failed to get the job that I wanted, that I had worked so hard for, and he had sacrified himself for, when he found out and came up to me, he didn't even mention it. He should have hated me but he just invited me for a sandwich. He found me a job and he introduced me to the lovely lady who has been keeping me company ever since and throut this whole ordeal"

Next to Nina, Ivy let out a strangled wimper. She had a hand over her mouth, muffled with a soaking handkerchief. Calvin continued

"maybe I shouldn't be teling any of this. Maybe I should respect his wishes and take the secret to the grave like he did, and let everyone think that I am a perfect good little boy and he was allways hopeless, but he is gone now and I don't want to carry this guilt anymore"

"My cousin could be extravagant, and troubled, and prone to mania, but what I alone know is that he was also noble and self sacrificed, and he cared a lot. Sure, his methods were questionable, but in his own way he allways took care of me, and those he cared for and all of that with a smile allways on. This I know, and God does too.

Looking back I wonder if perhaps we both were just kids geting into trouble after all, since it is normal for brothers to keep each other's back and get you out of trouble"

Calvin finished reading and folded the pieces of paper and put them back in his front pocket.

"thank you all for coming, I really apreciate it"

Nina watched him in shock as he calmly walked down and up to sit back next to her, and she barely heared the wimpers of some other atendants or the confused priest now reading the part about the noblest of sacifices. She turned to her son and asked

"is that true?" Calvin noded solemnly. He didn't look at her. Ivy placed a hand on his and he held it tight. They got over with the rest of the ceremony pretty fast and came out in a small, quiet procession to bury the casket.

As it was being lowered to the ground Nina thought of how much of a stranger he had been. She wondered if she had ever known him, even as a child. She remembered him as a little, exausting, infuriating boy and as an equaly infuriating, good for nothing young man...

she remembered her sister

and the man she had married, whom she had never liked and who had left them as soon as things got tough.

She was a very religious woman and she had allways been sure her nephew would go to hell, but now, as the casket was being buried she wondered.

She wondered if things could have been diferent had she known the truth. She wondered if Roark's sacrifice and some other good deeds he may have done could possibly gain him mercy in the eyes of the lord.

They were invited for dinner at the little daisy cafe, courtesy of Miss M. Maybe that's what Mr. Sable had meant when he said it was a barn raising. She didn't feel like eating, or being arround people, but she didn't complain as they got in the car, did the whole way in utter silence, and then they got down and now they were here.

There was a small cake, and little sandwiches, and small talk, and even at some point, there was Rocky standing at the bar, with a piece of cake and that smile of his with teeth poking over his lower lip

...or was it just aghost?

Wait, no. He was talking "so, what did I miss?"

"R-Rocky?" Ivy could not believe her eyes.

"yeah?" he said, face stuffed with cake

"you..." Ivy turned to look at Calvin, wide eyed, just standing next to her and back at the aparition "you can't be"

from behind, Jasper came in a rush, pushing people apart to roughly grab Rocky by his shirt. His hand weighted down on his shoulder, visibly holding him, forcing him to turn. He was solid. He was really there. Jasper stared into his blue eyes, his chipped ear, his familiar, shocked face.

"hey, what's the idea? Jass, pal, what's gotten into you?"

Jasper just engulfed him in a tight, overbearing hug, nearly crushing his thin frame. Rocky's legs were not enough to support the weight in that position but they didn't have to. His voice kept coming, muffled against Jasper's chest

"woah cat I still gotta breathe you know?"

Jasper laughted. His laught came at first confused and raspy, but then it turned hysterical and bombastic as usual, and one could visibly see how all of his old streingth and posture came back to him, as he lifted his friend in the air, before placing him on the flor and slaping his back, nearly throwing him off

"YOU BLODDY WANKA GAVE US A HEART ATACK!! then he added, in a more snarky tone "and you owe me money cat"

"what?" Rocky gave him a questioning look, but now it was Zib coming closer, eyes wide, sad, scared, shocked... so many emotion twirling in them, and a cigarrete still hanging from his mouth. He just placed a hand on Rocky's arm, looking at him, up and down, uncapable of understanding

"Zib? Man, you ok? ...lad, what is it? Zib?"

"man, you really outdid yourself with this one!" said Sy as he and the rest of the band sourranded him to slap his shoulders, mess his har, tease him, touch him, hear his voice

just look at him.

He was alive

Aunt Nina was furious "ROARK RIKABY"

"WOAH!" Rocky Jumped, looking terrified now, ears tilted back, tail curled arround himself, his whole body languaje cowering next to Jasper "who invited my aunt!?"

"YOU FILTHY SINNER!" she slapped him right across the face, so hard it actually turned. The members of the band laughted as she continued a rain of impressive slaps and he tried to cover with his arms "YOU LIER YOU... YOU UNREDIMEBLE MONSTER!"

"that's enough, lady" said Jasper, as he gently but firmly separated them, and stood between the two with his own body, one hand on Rocky's shoulder, the other on her's

"don't you dare touch me! And don't you tell me how to discipline my nephew!"

"whatevah you need to tell him you can say from two arm lengts apart"

it was admirable to see how fast he had reverted to his no nonesense bodygard mode after the return of his buddy. The woman huffed with anger, giving Rocky time to recover and struggle to stand straight, puting both his shirt and his fur into place

"no, seriously, what is she doing here?"

Calvin was now in front of him "how are you alive?"

"whatever do you mean, Frekle? I just got here"

"we just burried you"

"what?"

"you lied" said Nina outloud, slowly "about the accident"

"what accident? What did I do now?"

"the one years ago, when I kicked you out! You lied! You didn't do it, how dare you? How could you lie about that!?"

it took a slow sinking moment for Rocky's whole expresion to shift, from confusion, to shock, to actual anger. He turned to his cousin like a resort "you told her?"

his voice was diferent, a tone darker, serious. His eyes wide, pupils thin, fangs showing "you told her about that?"

his cousin responded in kind "yes"

it was not everyday that you would see them like this, but you could tell they were related in their cold, still anger "why? Why did you do that?" Frekle didn't answer "why would you do that, Frekle?" his voice started rising in an actual frustrated scream "she didn't need to know that, she could have died happy thinking that you were good and I was allways hopeless!"

Frekle's sneer couldn't hold his words anymore "how are you alive?"

"what?"

"we just burried you. How are you here?"

"we just got back from your funeral, Rocky" Jasper made an effort to catch him up to the situation "This is the afterparty. They found a dead guy in your car, wearing your clothes. We thought you were dead. We just buried you. At the Arbogast's"

Realization slowly came to Rocky as he listened with wide eyes. His hands went to his head. "no!" he said "no way...! wait, they found my car?"

"it was run over by a trian"

"what?"

"the body was so mangled it couldn't be recogniced. They thoguht it was you"

"nooononono wait wait MY VIOLIN WAS IN THERE! Did it survive?"

Rocky grabbed onto Jasper's jacket and Jasper grabbed him back by the showlders, shaking him a little "Rocky, answer! Who was it in your car?"

"I... ah I dunno ok? I may have lost a bet to this guy, and then I couldn't pay, and so I gave him my finest clothes but he was still kinda mad, you know, next thing I know, my car is gone"

Jasper stood back, took a deep breath. The whole room took a deep breath, with understanding.

It was someone else. Some other guy wearing Rocky's clotes, driving Rocky's car, who happened to also have grey fur. Rocky may or may not be telling the truth about a bet, he would have to clarify that in privet later, and who knows how the poor bastard got himself run over? Perhaps he planed on geting Rocky's car destroyed out of spite and he miscalculated, perhaps he run into Rocky's enemys, who mistook him for the actual target...

It wasn't Rocky in the car. It was someone else.

The whole room took a colective sigh.

"man how do you keep messing up this bad?"

"I dunno, look" now Rocky sighed, sounding very tired "I had to walk all the way over from the next town, ok? And this is all I got" he gestured to his shirt and pants that weren't his and didn't quite fit him "and its chilly at night" he rubbed his arms. Jasper actually took of his jacket and threw it over his shoulders. It looked so big on his frame, like it was actually a blanket, nearly reaching the floor. Rocky wrapped it arround himself, looking actually relieved and content all snuggly all of the sudden.

"ah, thank you" then he saw Jasper's look, with one eyebrow furrowed, the other arched. He knew this look. He thought for a moment "oh, OH! And... ah, sorry for being an idiot?"

Jasper gestured comicaly for him to keep going, and Rocky looked arround himself, actually looking clueless. Everyone was looking at him in silence and expectation

"wait, you were all that worried for me? Nah, come on! It couldn't be that bad"

"ARE YOU SERIOUS" Ivy yelled now, looking like herself again, looking angry "we thought you was dead! We were mourning you. I CRIED THE WHOLE WAY AND BACK HERE!"

Rocky finally seemed impressed "ok! OK! Im sorry! I didn't know! How could I know? I just spent the whole day in the middle of nowere, trying to get back here, Im sorry!"

"ah, just do try not to scare us like that again" said Miss M, coming up to him now, carasing his cheek in a tired, gentle gesture "at least for a while, ok, sweety?"

"uh, sure Miss M, anything four you"

"it is good to have you back" said Sable, lifting his glass at him. Rocky didn't respond to him, too caught off

"no kidding" said JJ "you mean to drive Zib deeper into the bottle or something?"

"Im not talking to him" said Zib, and actually turned to walk away. The rest of the band followed

"woah, guys, come on" Ben turned and gave him a calm but stern look "no, man. You really scared us this time" before he too, walked out.

This seemed to resonate with Rocky, his ears turning droopy.

"ah, they'll come arround" said Jasper "you have to admit you did a number on all of us"

"but... but I..." Rocky didn't finish the sentence. He looked down. Jasper knew the turmoil beneath his constant smiles and toxic optimism. This had to be stirring all that

"look, for one, you no longer have an excuse not to bunk in with me. So let's go"

"oh, no no, that's ok"

"don't argue. You don't even have the car anymore. You'r coming with me. Period"

Rocky made an atempt to resist but he didn't have words anymore. He just followed Jasper as he opened the door for him, unaware that his aunt and cousin were just now puting together he had been sleeping in the car.

(Author's note) this was also inspired by Aveen's fic wich starts with Rocky's death and aparently has an open ending. Here's the link to that one: https://archiveofourown.org/works/47728090/chapters/120311308

[bonesandthebees]

bones you're so good at writing complex characters !

the argument in chapter 9 was so interesting because nobody was really "right" in it. tubbo (and sam/ponk) definitely has a point in wanting to kill wilbur, because he did try to kill tommy! wilbur's proven he can be dangerous and tubbo doesn't really have any reason to like wilbur

and tommy DOES have a good reason to want to keep wilbur alive- i think he's starting to realize just how fucked up wilbur's mindset is, and maybe to feel bad for him. but from tubbo & the others' perspective, he IS being really strange, because they don't know that much about wilbur and to them, tommy is just staying around the guy who literally tried to kill him. so they're just trying to get tommy to see how weird he's being by doing that

phil and techno do bring up a really good reason to keep wilbur around. but i wonder if they will/would realize how little power wilbur really had over schlatt? if they DID kill wilbur and another pythia took wilbur's place (which i doubt will happen, but it's an intresting hypothetical) i wonder if they'd realize nothing was changing? i doubt schlatt would listen to ANY pythia, so it wouldn't really make a huge difference if wilbur did get replaced

sorry im not really great at analysis like some of your other anons i just thought this chapter was really interesting and i just wanted to let you know how much i'm enjoying glass!

all the characters are good people and they're trying to do the right thing, they just don't know everything and so they do and say things that seem, to us, wrong. because we DO know about wilbur's background and mindset. but they don't !

[could i maybe be 🦦 anon?? if that's available? i don't know if you have a list anywhere but i haven't seen anyone take 🦦]

aaaa thank you so much!! yes that argument was so fun for me to write because I got to show off so many different povs and character motivations. no one is really in the 'wrong', they all have valid reasons for acting the way they are. tommy has reason to like wilbur but almost no one else does. in tubbo's eyes, he tried to kill tommy and has been nothing but a petty asshole since he got there. yes they kidnapped him, but tubbo's more focused on the safety of his best friend.

honestly the deathlings aren't gonna be able to realize how little influence he had over the government until he tells them outright. they can guess, but they won't really get it unless wilbur tells them that schlatt never cared about his input.

also don't apologize your analysis is still very welcome!! I love just hearing peoples thoughts on my writing it makes me so happy. I'm so glad you're enjoying and I'm thrilled that you like all the conflicting characters and motivations going on. it's exactly because they don't know wilbur's thoughts or background but we do. that's something you have to keep in mind when reading any of my stories

welcome to the anon club otter anon!

[cruelsister-moved2]

you said you weren't gonna elaborate but ifyou have time could you on that point that most cis women will only give their genitals as what ties them to womanhood. not sure I understand the implication bc in my experience that's true and I've also wrestled with the same idea a lot bc of being in that space between cis and nonbinary where it's like well I don't feel like what society says a woman is but to pretend that all cis women do is misogynistic. jw your thoughts because i think abt it a lot

yeah I think about it too... obligatory The Quote:

anyway yeah I just I don't know how to say this without coming off dismissive to people who find other frameworks useful to understanding their existence but there really is only how you want to live in reality and what gets me is the... assuming people who don't use certain labels dont have the same interior complexity as you(ie the pansexual effect). no one can ever see your internal Experience of Gender and you can never see anyone else's so it feels like there might actually be an upper limit to how useful it is to engage with. idk maybe I'm just too autistic for all this stuff but I feel like on the internal level you, to yourself, are just you. gender is literally a relational framework that we use to categorise OTHER people so we are all going to feel some amount of awkwardness about the attempt to apply it to ourselves internally. I think some people, upon discovering this, are a little too hasty to assume everyone else (esp cis women) has an easy time doing that. So i guess THAT'S what i mean, like a lot of people are just straight up NOT doing that and just not considering themselves as having a say and therefore not thinking about it. which isn't to say that they don't have complex feelings about themselves as individuals in a gendered society, or even that they might not hypothetically feel equal or better about existing in the opposite category, if they were able to consider that for themselves.

Like im femme4butch I'm obviously a big enjoyer of fun with gender performance but I do feel like ultimately your options are like "I'm expected to be in group A but group B feels at least somewhat less terrible to me" or "neither group A nor group B feels at all comfortable for me" or "existing sometimes in group A and sometimes in group B depending on the context is preferable to me" etc. and each of those encompasses a host of internal experiences of gender but it just skips feeling like that is something fundamental that we automatically owe each-other and require to understand each-other and decides that actually in terms of interactions with other humans our efforts are best placed in facilitating others moving through the world in a way that's most frictionless for them. and internally within the LGBT community who even cares because its only recently that cis gay people have even had a category resembling cisness open to them bc previously manhood and womanhood were so inherently contingent upon heterosexuality (spoiler: they still are it's just you can at least theory cut out the gender of attraction and replace it). i think this is why people are increasingly identifying with terms like transsexual again because it DOES feel relevant to their identity that much of their lived experience is organised around moving through the world as other than their cagab. ithink once you acknowledge that gender isn't defined for you (either by your genitals or like your Male Brain or Female Soul or whatever) then it kind of turns the concept of what even is gender into soggy cardboard anyway, and trying to articulate the specific qualities of ur handful of soggy cardboard is largely pointless in comparison to what container youre going to put it in. and if that begs the question of why we're putting soggy cardboard into all these different containers anyway, well then there you go

[keefwho]

March 17 - 2023

8:24 AM

I had a dream I got fucked super hard in high school science class. It was by someone I didn’t have a very high opinion of when I went there but I didn’t necessarily dislike him. I remember it felt awesome, I got manhandled GOOD. But after that the dream kinda sucked because I was going around trying to not look like I blew my load all over myself and didn’t have a good change of clothes. I also got locked out of my locker and the front desk lady couldn’t help me because I had an expired ID. At some point after school I went to go buy soda for myself, had some awkward interactions at Walmart, and came out with a 24 pack of diet coke by accident that I couldn’t return. 

I had other dreams before this that I forgot because I got woken up at 6am. This morning I feel kinda tired still and am not looking forward to commissions or my workout but I’ll try to get it all done. Maybe I just need a real sturdy breakfast. 

6:29 PM

I’ve been pretty tired the past few days and I don’t know why. Maybe it is just the slight lack of sleep but I’m not sure. I guess I’ll try extra hard to get better sleep the next few days and see if that helps. I’m not ACTUALLY afraid of this but what if it’s because of an underlying condition? I wouldn’t start to suspect that unless it doesnt get better or got worse. The leading theory is I really need to get my 8 hours and I’ve also been pushing myself pretty hard this week. Even though for 3 days this week I skipped an hour of work. I dunno. 

11:52 PM

I feel kinda sad tonight but I’m gonna try no to judge myself for it. Im just gonna write it out and let it be what it is. I feel kinda lonely, largely due to my parents not being here for the next week. Even though hardly anything is fundamentally different with how I operate, it is unsettling having no one around physically. And I gotta take care of the dogs which is annoying. 

I also have those classic feelings of “I’m not very good” or “Im falling behind” or “People don’t love me as much as I think they do”. Obviously all disputable claims but I am not here to dispute. Sometimes that doesn’t help. The truth is I think it’s okay to be feeling these things, I feel them for a reason. When I find the reasons I can end up changing my behavior around it. Or I can wait until I know I’ll feel better. I am becoming more and more aware of my patterns and it’s hard to keep falling into them when I see them happening. So tonight I’m defusing from those big negative thoughts but allowing myself to be aware of them and still feel bad about them. Im just trying to prevent overthinking or mental reverb so it doesn’t get so out of hand. 

On a brighter note I’ve had 2 successful encounters where I basically brute forced social interaction with a stranger by asking them questions. Like they wouldn’t have much to say and I’d carry the conversation moment by moment until they opened up and started contributing themselves. Its been interesting and I’m starting to hone in on a more clear goal. My objective is to hunt for people I get along with by getting to know strangers. Sounds straightforward and obvious because it is but for awhile now I’ve been in a rut where I was failing to recognize the social potential around me. Everyone felt like an NPC and I didn’t like that. They still do but I’m working on it. But I’m realizing that the only way I can find more compatible people is to actually go around and locate them. Along the way I can learn to socialize better and have meaningful interactions with people I might not ever see again. 

At the end of the day I know I always have my homies which is all that matters to me. I’m trying to expand my social circle for the sake of being healthy. I don’t want to replace anyone and I want to stop feeling guilty like I am. In my perfect world I’d want to stick with the homies I got for the rest of my life and thats it. Of course I’ll still try to make that happen, but I wish I didn’t have to make new friends. I like the ones I have. 

[stardusthuntress]

You’re not invisible to me either. I know how hard it is to never be seen by the guys who’s attention you want. I’ve always been the third wheel, the one that stands next to the pretty one. I’ve never been the one guys notice. But I’m learning that’s a good thing. That the ones who go for the pretty girls are daft and oblivious and just looking for trophy wives want to spend the rest of their lives being his cleaning lady.

This is gonna sound like the stereotypical answer, I know, but hear me out: I have a feeling you may need a new group of friends. Friends who have other ways of having a good time. See if those friends who you enjoy but don’t hang out with very often maybe want to go to see a movie with you and then get dinner and talk about it for hours afterwards. Or if they want to accompany you to a board game lounge or put together a friend group who wants to play boardgames in the break room at the end of a long day of work. Or dnd! Figure I it when your local airshow is and see who wants to go with you to that. Or if there’s a planetarium or observatory or the local science museum! Post a pic of some upcoming event at one of those (they often have evening events for adults too), and ask different friends than your usual ones - maybe that nerdy guy people rarely talk to but everyone enjoys, or the other people from work who feel the same way. Spend a little extra time in the break room during lunch so that your lunchtime overlaps with at least one other person (might take a few days, that’s normal) and ask them how their family is doing (not them, we all know heading “I’m great” doesn’t help anyone, but their family probably has both ups and downs going on, and it can help to hear about someone else who is struggling too, no matter what the struggle is, even if aunt sally just got her hip replaced, hearing it helps because you know you’re not alone).

I’m still searching for more fun ways to hang out with friends too. So far I’ve only found 1 respite, and there’s only 3-4 people who enjoy it too. Board games. Surprised the hell outta me. I’ve never enjoyed board games, but it turned out I was just playing them with the wrong people. Took me a few years and a lotta tears tho (didn’t mean to make that rhyme, but I’m learning that can be a fun thing instead of a cringey thing, so imma leave the rhyme in there).

Go to the local Barnes and noble. Bring your laptop or a good book - I recommend the Giver if you haven’t read that one yet, or even if you have - and sit in the corner by the cafe. You don’t have to talk to anyone, just do something around good people. Maybe do it over lunch so you can grab a sandwich and some caffeine and keep reading. I promise it will help.

I used to be in the same shoes. One of my best friends was always the pretty one. Guys who come up to talk to her, and when she tried to bring me - the awkward, quiet, homely, nerd standing next to her - into the conversation I’d get a quick “oh, I guess your friend is nice too” comment, and their attention would be back on her. I’m not saying she was a bad friend. She tried. I still love her tons. But not hanging out with her every single day has really helped me. I found some coworkers I enjoy working with who taught me how fun board games can be with the right people. I’m going in circles now, because that’s like the extent of my social life. And I’ve been volunteering for outreach events at work! I think that counts! Getting to show kids the stuff I do is surprisingly fun. Far more fun than sitting alone with my computer actually doing the work anyways. And it makes me feel better about typing numbers into spreadsheets hour after hour. I thought I was invisible too, until the kiddos and the right coworkers showed me they cared and that there were other fun things that eventually stopped the inadequacies from taking up quite as much space at the Im forefront of my mind. It’s still there - I really really wish I could be one of the pretty girls - but I’m learning that the focus on the fun thing is actually making me more attractive than I had been before. Idk why or how - and I’m a scientist so I feel like I should have an answer to that, but I’m gonna let myself be ok with not having an answer - but I do know that those fun things are making a big difference. And the right friends. I was terrified of going to a board game lounge with my friends. Thought it was gonna be exactly the same as all the other times I’d been out and been the ignored friend, but it wasn’t! And now I wanna go back there. Something I never thought I’d say.

It’s the little things you just do because you can and your an adult now that make more difference than you think they ever will. Sometimes the thing your afraid of is still worth doing. My new friend group doesn’t push me if I don’t want to do a thing, they just say “ok, well if you change your mind you’re still welcome to join us” and they mean it. And it makes all the difference.

Maybe we should get a group together on here to do something fun? Even if it’s like we all just sit on zoom and silently write for an hour, or vent about how tired we are, at least we’d all be doing something with people with similar interests. Chatting about what stories each of us is writing could help us all feel better about having friends.l with similar interests. What do you think?

going out is getting harder and harder for me :(

all I’ve ever wanted is to be the girl guys want to come up and talk to. I want to be wanted. Everything I’ve done my whole life, all the growing up and changing and even feeling better about myself…it’s still the same result. I stand around and I feel ignored, isolated and unseen even while I’m surrounded by hundreds of people.

It makes me feel like no matter what I will always be invisible. And that’s why I never want to leave my house any more.

[qrwvviid-a]

this is an indefinite hiatus notice.

[brown-rice]

Feelin’ extra shitty today, I hate how damn emotionally vulnerable I get when I’m sick and now I’m actually cold/flu sick aaaaaaa

Missin’ my irl friends, especially the ones that just drifted off and there was no real reason to our friendship ending. I just, I dunno, I hope they’re all okay and doing their best.

Nostalgia sucks yo

[nightowlfandom]

Kanato Sakamaki- I’m Sadistic For You

FINALLY SOMEONE REQUESTS DIABOLIK LOVERS CONTENT AAAAHHH THANK YOU BESTIE! I GOT YOUR OTHER ONE AND I’M DOING IT TOO!  

CHECKOUT MY MASTERLIST HERE!!

So ANON ASKS

For Kanato from DL ( I haven’t seen much done for him and it makes me sad because he’s a favorite ). (: I could Lowkey do some more if you’re not super bogged down I had another idea BUT I ALREADY SUBMITED ANOTHER BEFORE THIS SO IM NOT GONNA OVERWHELM YOU LOL but- anyway Fee free to be as nsfw with my prompts (if you do them) as you want. I dont have any triggers so- writing them super accurate and sadistic won’t bother me :3

Bruh....Jesus is my helmet...but NOT TODAY let’s fucking go! Okay readers, you heard, they aint got no triggers. So if you do...move it along.

52- “You can’t call me cute!”

80- “Shut up! I’m not blushing!”

31-“You need to be taught a lesson…”

81- “You look so...inviting all tied up.”

84- “What’s the word I’m looking for?....Pet!”

Also in this you and Yui are BFFs because she isn’t some cold hearted bitch (homegirl trips over oxygen, plus I love her lol)

I was legit about to have him spit in your mouth....I’m so shameful...maybe next time.

Leggo!

I’m turning into a Yandere account and I am totally okay with that.

...

“You know living here isn’t that bad.” you mused to Yui. “When no one is talking.”

Your friend laughed as she cut up some carrots. Yui turned to look at you as she prepare to peel some potatoes. “So living here is terrible every day other than right now?” she replied.

You couldn’t help but burst out laughing. She wasn’t wrong. 

You and Yui were making dinner for the house. After a ambush that landed everyone injured except you and her (thankfully). You had offered to make soup and stew for everyone. They were all in their respective rooms healing while you had prepared everything.

“They really fought hard today, I thought Kanato was about to rip that vampires jaw off. He’s really protective of you, Y/N.” she winked. “I think he likes you more than he lets on.” 

Kanato and you had a very strange relationship. He hated you, but he didn’t HATE you. No one could lay a finger on you, no one could even look at you, even if he said he didn’t care. Reiji tried to and Kanato almost murdered him.

“He then told me that Teddy said I was ugly.” you reminded her flatly. “Yeah he so cares.” you snorted.

“Maybe he has trouble telling you his feelings”

“I wish everyone was as optimistic as you.” you shook your head. “Looks like the soup is finished.” 

“I’m just saying Y/N, just think about it.”

...

You only had one bowl of soup left to deliver, to Kanato’s room. You grumbled as you stood outside the door. 

“Kanato? It’s me.” you knocked on the door. “I’m coming in okay?” 

Before you could wait for an answer you opened the door and walked in with the cart. 

Kanato was laying on his bed when you entered, groaning in what you assumed was boredom.

“Teddy, tell Y/N that I don’t want whatever she made.” Kanato turned away from you. The scars he had suffered on his back said it all. All for you...

Your recalled the terror in your voice as you had screamed for help as the rogue vampire wrapped his claws around your leg. Kanato’s name was the first to escape your lips as you had tried to crawl away to Yui. You remembered reaching out to Kanato with your strongest hand, begging him to save you.

The look in his eyes was feral as he screamed your name too, grabbing you hand and pulling you to him. You were sobbing into his chest, clutching onto him for dear life for a good ten seconds before Yui replaced him, hugging you tightly in her small arms too. Before you knew it, the rogue’s head had been thrown through a window...

...

“Y/N, Look at me! You’re safe now...you’re safe with me...”

...

“Teddy, could you please tell Kanato that while his pouting is very adorable, it won’t get him out of this?”

“Don’t call me cute! You can’t do that.” Kanato glared at you through hooded eyes. “If I wasn’t so weak I’d-”

“Well let me take care of you.” you cut him off, taking the bowl to him. “For me?”

Kanato paused, his glare softening. 

“You must be in love with me if you’re so insistent on me getting better.” he grumbled, sitting up. “Y/N is in love with me Teddy!”

“Kanato.” you felt your face heat up violently. “Don’t say things like that.” you groaned.

“It’s blushing teddy, how cute!”

Kanato’s use of the word ‘it’ wasn’t new to you. In fact when he wasn’t calling you names, chasing you around with forks pretending to stab you, or worse, it was denoting you to objects.

“H-hey! I am not blushing!” you pouted. “My face just looks that way.” you lied. “S-shut up.” you grumbled.

“And what if I don’t feel like it?” he challenged, knowing you wouldn’t say a word back. You were kind of like Yui. You wouldn’t dare challenge any of the Sakamaki brothers. It was a death sentence in every sense of the word.

“Kanato, I just want you to feel better.” you looked down at your feet. 

“There’s one thing you can do.” Kanato used his strength to stand to his feet. Despite his looks, he was tall, and under that cute exterior was a mean and feral beast. He staggered over to you, a sick smile on his face. That couldn’t be good, not by a long shot. 

“And what exactly would that be?” you asked. You couldn’t look at him. You didn’t wanna know what he was planning. You were positive that it wasn’t gonna end well either. 

“Get on your knees.”

“My knees?” you repeated. “Why do you want me to-”

“Now Y/N.” he spoke over you. You felt his hand on your shoulder. “I don’t like repeating myself.” his nails dug into your skin, causing your knees to wobble under the pain. “On. Your. Knees!”

Your feet gave out, practically sending you crashing down to the floor. You looked like a dog, on your hands and knees. You appeared weak and pathetic.

You found it in yourself to look up at Kanato. Teddy was perched on the bed, ‘watching’ you two. You felt his fingertips creep under your chin. 

“Aww...” he smiled. “You’re like a little...What’s the word I’m looking for...PET!. It’s cute.” He caressed the side of your face. “Too bad I kill all my pets...they can’t handle me...can you handle me, Pet?”

“Yes, Kanato.” you found yourself saying. You felt like you didn’t have a choice...

and you loved every second of it.

“Bullying you has made me regain my strength! Isn’t this wonderful?” he wrapped one of his hands around your neck. “You’re so fun to torment” he laughed.

“K-kanato.” you coughed.

“Is it hard to breath. Y/N?” he asked sinisterly, that crazed smile gracing his lips. His words were terrifying although his actions said otherwise. He loosened his grip on your throat, allowing air to flow more freely. It was those small things that made you think he didn’t hate you as much as he loved to preach.

“Y/N...when that vampire came...I thought I was gonna lose you for good this time” he said sadly, allowing his arm to return to his side. “I thought I had-...that you were gonna die.” 

“You saved me though.” you replied. Kanato knelt down to your level, still slightly above you. 

“Yeah...because if anyone is gonna break you, it’s gonna be me.”

“I care about you a lot, Kanato.” you finally said it. “I like you too much.” you exposed yourself. “I want you stay by your side.” you said pathetically. “Even if you hate me.”

Before you could say another word, Kanato claimed your lips in a kiss. He held the sides of your face in his hands. It was the first time he had ever kissed you. He hummed thoughtfully, pushing you down to the floor so you were laying on your back. He crawled over you, not breaking the kiss. 

“K-kanato.” you whimpered.

“You need to be taught a lesson. If your gonna be my girlfri- I mean pet, you’ll have to learn.” he kissed down your neck.

Suddenly, Kanato ripped the seam of your jeans all the way up your left leg, leaving it completely exposed to the air.

“Oh look, your clothes are messed up, guess we’ll have to take them off.” he smirked. In another swift motion, your pants were torn to shreds. The fabric fell in a circle around you both.

“Teddy look! Y/N is wearing such cute panties.” he cackled maniacally. “Her naughty place is leaking.”

You trembled, waiting for him to do whatever it was he was planning.

“I heard blood tastes better when it’s from your naughty place.” he ran his tongue along the top row of his teeth. “Y/N” he moaned, running his index finger along your clothed heat. “You smelled so much better here...I just want to- ungh.”

He suddenly drove his fangs into your right thigh. You gasped, arching your back. He violently grabbed your legs, holding them down. His tongue lashed against your freshly made wound. 

You could hear him whimpering, cursing under his breath. 

Kanato would deny it with his life, but everything about you was like a drug to you. Tasting your blood was even sweeter than every dessert he’s ever tasted. Feeling you whimper and plea for him did things to him that would make a sailor blush. 

Forget Yui, forget his brothers, forget it all.

“Fuh-” Kanato couldn’t take it anymore. He couldn’t stop himself from ripping off your panties and driving his tongue into your most sensitive parts. Hearing you moan for him, cry for him. 

The rumors were right, vampires were godly lovers. It was like Kanato knew what you wanted and where. He lashed his tongue against your heat, grabbing your legs. 

“Wrap your legs around my head,” he demanded. “Not like it’s gonna kill me.” he laughed manically. “

Knock knock

“Y/N, are you in there?” Yui’s small voice caused you to panic a little. As you tried to get up, Kanato pushed you right back down, growling into your pussy,

“FUCK!” you whined, making it very obvious what you two were up to. “Kanato, I can’t-”

“Then don’t.” he grunted, not ceasing his movements. “Cum, cum for me.”

“K-KAANAAA!” you cried as you came. You thrashed and writhed under his touch, but he didn’t stop. His tongue never stopped moving. “fuh- fuck! Kanato, t-too much!”

“I said cum for me, I didn’t say I’d stop.” he thrust his fingers into you to add insult to injury. “You’re so fun to fuck with!” he spat.

“Kanato!” you sobbed. You couldn’t stop moving, you couldn’t stop thrashing. Th epleasure had gotten to you so much, you were drooling.

He finally withdrew his mouth from you, smiling evilly at the mess he left.

Kanato had grabbed one of his ties that had left on the floor and bound your wrists together.

“You look so inviting tied up for me...” he shuddered as he bit his lip. He licked his fingers clean of your blood and juices. “Good thing the night is young...because I’m not done with you.”

...

[threepointseven]

Home(Dinner Part 2)

Im shortening the exchange students name to S/N AKA student name

Sorry i forgot to answer the person who actually requested this @kurooandkarmaswife thank you sm for requesting! I hope you enjoy 😩

Also lets pretend you cant have more than 1 pact with a human cause yeah. If you havent read Dinner yet go read it since you’ll really only understand this if u read the first part

Fandom: Obey me!

Pairing: not really with anyone but has subtle undertones of solomon & Simeon x reader

Length: sort of long

Genre: Angst with comfort

Gn! Reader and exchange student!

Part three!

Dinner last night, was, well...pretty terrible. I ended up waking up at 2 am to the brothers STILL not home. Apparently even Diavolo had taken a liking to the new exchange student.

A day goes by and finally i get to meet the new exchange student.

Whoah

Is all i can think. I walk into the living room unnoticed as everyone is talking to the new exchange student, i wouldnt blame them.

They look incredible.

I felt a hint of jealousy wash over me. Seeing Mammon, Asmo’s and Beel’s joyful laughs as they talk to them. Their voice was ever so gentle, it’s what i imagine spring to sound like.

I tried forgetting about my distasteful thoughts of jealousy and walked over to them.

“Goodmorning!”

I called out to try and grab their attention

“Oh, MC! I didnt see you there;;”

Asmo said to me as he was taking selfies with the new exchange student

“This is the new exchange student”

Beel smiled

“Hi! My name is MC”

I happily introduced myself

“My name is S/N”

They brought their hand out and i shook it in return. Their eyes were ever so sweet, i felt the sadness come over me as i wore a soft smile.

Something tells me this wont end well.

Weeks go by as i barely get to see the brothers anymore. They’re always around S/N. I find myself longing the brothers touch. The random emergency texts i get from mammon, calls from Asmo asking me if i wanted to go to a club, Belphie always dragging me to his room to take a nap, Beel’s adorable goodnight texts, Lucifer’s complaints about work, Satan’s library dates, And levi’s rants about a certain anime he just watched.. i missed it all.

I guess i missed the warmth and the constant attention i got from them. The attention thats now being directed at S/N.

The new feeling of emptiness leads me to the Purgatory hall, a place i’ve been to quite often after S/N had won over the brothers.

I enter the room praying that i dont see S/N hogging Luke, Solomon, and Simeon’s attention....

What?

Did i just think that?

Am i that jealous?

Have i gotten so used to being in the spotlight that suddenly i become like this when not in the center?

Its an unpleasant feeling and i try to snap myself out of it as i see Simeon, Luke, and Solomon all happily seated on the couch drinking tea and eating pastries Luke made.

“MC! Hey!!”

Luke happily greets me as well as Solomon and Simeon. Im pulled to the couch as im seated next to Luke. I take a bite of the pastry and embrace the comfort of the sugary sweets.

The conversation goes on for a long time as hours go by. Soon enough the entire tray of pastries and tea are long gone.

As the clock hits 8 PM i realize ive been at the Purgatory hall for too long now. Excusing myself i go back to the house of Lamentation to be once again greeted by smiling faces and S/N laying out plates filled with food for the brothers.

The brothers quarrels, Satan’s face of annoyance, Asmo’s whining... The smell of warm food on the dinner table being handed out....

As i hide from the view of the brothers and S/N i look back to when it would to be me that made everyone dinner and calmed them down.

My chair.

My chair had been occupied by S/N,

What?

Did they expect me to sit on the floor for dinner or something?

As i slowly walked to my room i heard the deep voice of Lucifer

“Oh MC,,, sorry S/N is sitting on your spot, we thought you were gonna go to the purgatory hall for dinner tonight. We do apologize”

As i feel my throat closing up i smile and say in a bubbly tone

“Oh it’s fine! I was actually gonna go out with my friends for dinner anyways! I was just getting something from my room, i’ll be out in a sec!”

Lucifer gave me a warm smile and continued conversing with S/N

As i went to my room i started to realize the situation here. I’ve been replaced. I mean who wouldn’t replace me when the actual definition of an angel was right in front of them with their welcoming arms open.

As soon as i got to my room salty tears trailed down my cheeks,

Jealousy?

Sadness?

Anger?

Whatever the emotion was i wasn’t having it. Unlocking my DDD to be greeted by the wallpaper of me and the brothers all dressed up for a ball we went to together once. i tried to hold back my few tears as i called Solomon, a dear friend of mine.

“Hey solomon!!”

“Oh, yes MC? Is there anything you need?”

“I know i just left the purgatory hall but could I possibly stay there for the night?”

“Oh, of course! I dont exactly know why but Luke’s already whining about how you stayed for too little.”

“I’ll be right over”

I hung up the phone, my tears stopping after i heard that comforting voice of his.

That night i stayed at the purgatory hall, happily sleeping next to Luke, lulling him to sleep.

The purgatory hall became my escape. Solomon always made me laugh, Simeon always made sure i felt welcome there and Luke was practically my adopted son after how long i could stay with him.

As i went about the kitchen helping Luke make a pastry i showed him from the human world a strange feeling washed over me. The feeling of something being erased from my my soul, something was fading away. That something felt like it was piercing my soul.

I look around my body to see what it is. As i look around i see it.

My pact marks are starting to fade

I panic as i excuse myself and go back to the house of lamentation.

As i silently enter the room i hear the faint sound of the brothers, they’re discussing something.

“Cmon Satan you’ve gotta be quick! What if they find out?!”

“Removing a pact isnt that easy Mammon.”

As i listen more i realize what it is.

They’re trying to break my pact with me.

And for what exactly?

Because they want one with someone else.

That someone being S/N

It hurt. Who wouldn’t be hurt? tears flowed from my eyes in record time as i tiredly walk outside.

Devildom was a place the brothers always told me to beware of, but right now i couldnt care less.

While i walked around the town with puffy eyes and the stinging feeling of my pact marks being removed, i hear a certain group of people call my name, i look back to see Luke, Solomon and Simeon’s smiles quickly turn into frowns as they see my tears

“What’s wrong MC?!”

Luke worriedly asks

Unable to hold it in i tell Them.

“The brothers are trying to break my pact with them, they want one with S/N apparently. Im afraid i’ve been replaced by that saint..”

Solomon and Simeon’s face turn into faces of empathy while Luke’s turned quite sour

As Simeon came closer to me and pulled me close into a hugged he mumbles out a comforting phrase

“Whatever happens MC, you’ll always be welcome at the purgatory hall.”

The sentence made my stomach overflow with butterflies. I happily hug back, quickly accepting the purgatory hall as my new and improved home.

[patd--phan]

Wanna Be Yours

Pairing: Dadsbestfriend! Bucky (mid/late 40s) x reader (in early/mid twenties)

Summary: Y/N surprises bucky on a business trip and he promises to be hers.

Warnings: SMUTTY stuff (18+ only pleasee), unprotected sex, creampie, oral sex (m receiving), riding, teasing, significant age gap, reader takes charge, “Doll/sweets/baby/sweetheart”, some cute ass shit at the beginning and end tho

WC: about 3K im sorry I was really H*rny yesterday and I was unable to do anything about it as i was stuck in the car all damn day

Note: So I was really h*rny yesterday and this happened lol I’m sorry. Loosely based on the song wanna be yours-arctic monkeys. Also this will probably be the only smut I ever write bc I don’t wanna become an 18+ blog or make anyone uncomfortable (not that 18+ blogs are bad tho lemme set that straight, most of my fav blogs are)

PS thank you for the love on my first ever fic with Peter Parker x reader, it made me so happy that ppl didn’t think I suck lol ( and i guess i lied saying i would probably never write another one shot lol)

You do NOT have my permission to repost this anywhere, I will come for u if you plagiarize ok bye

It was no secret that Bucky liked to be in charge in the bedroom, and you had absolutely no problem with that. After all, he was older and more experienced; he knew how to make your body sing. But this week you were craving something a little different. Bucky had been away on a business trip all weekend and you really missed him, not just the sex (but I mean…) but just cuddling and talking to him about your day; you were feeling clingy. You decide to text bucky even though you knew he couldn’t answer right away because he was currently in a meeting.

Y/N: I mis youu :( when will you be back tomorrow?

You just wandered around your apartment for the next 20 minutes, casually checking your phone about every 30 seconds just in case bucky was able to sneak in a text. He finally replied after 30 minutes, right as his meeting was ending at 3.

Bucky: Hey doll, I miss you too <3

Bucky: unfortunately one of the investors this morning had to push their meeting to late tomorrow afternoon, so I’m not gonna be home until very late tomorrow night :(

Y/N: dammit :(

Y/N: well good luck at the pitch meeting tomorrow, I love and miss you <3

Bucky: don’t gimme that pout I know your making doll, ill see you tonight on facetime! :)

Y/N: haha u know me so well, and yes you’ll see me tonight ;) (but I still miss u)

Bucky: I know doll I hate it too, see you tonight. Love you <3

Y/n: love you too <3

You didn’t know if you could go until late Monday without seeing bucky. As you laid on the couch smiling sadly about missing your love, an idea popped into your head. He was only two and a half hours away, and he wouldn’t be back at his hotel for another 4 hours at least. Fuck it, you were gonna go drive to his hotel and surprise him. You couldn’t be away so long, you felt super clingy this weekend and you needed to be on top of with him.

You quickly ran around your apartment, packing an overnight bag and you saw the package that arrived earlier on your floor that you completely forgot about because you couldn’t stop thinking of Bucky. You remembered its contents e(a completely evil lingerie set) and threw it in the bag with a smirk on your face.

The drive to Bucky’s hotel felt like forever and you had to remind yourself to stop speeding because you were so excited. When you finally got to his hotel, you had to convince the manager to give you a key to his room, proving that you were the man’s girlfriend with several pictures on your phone which was slightly embarrassing because in almost every picture, at least one of you was half-naked. Worth it. You thought. When you arrived in his room you quickly went into the bathroom to change into a little black dress (with a surprise underneath). Then as you were sitting on his bed waiting for him, you realized it would still be a while before he would get back, so you decided to tidy up his things, packing his clothes and organizing his suitcase. Pleased with your work, you sat back down on the bed and looked at your phone for a while. You finally got pulled out of your Instagram daze when you heard Bucky’s voice in the hallway laughing at something a coworker said. You quickly threw your phone on the dresser, straightened up you dress, and sat at the edge of the bed with a huge smile on your face, giddy to surprise him.

As he turned the doorknob he was still looking behind him talking to the man. When he finally said goodbye and turned his head around, his eyebrows raised up and his jaw dropped, which was quickly replaced with a smile even larger than yours.

“What are you doing here?” he asked, running towards you and throwing his briefcase on the floor.

He picked you up in a tight hug and you squealed, legs immediately wrapping around his waist.

“I told you you’d see me tonight!” you said, still clung to him like a koala.

“W-what?” He replied, still in shock. Letting your legs fall back to the floor.

“I just missed you too much” you shrugged.

If any human could embody “heart eyes” it was Bucky at that moment- he’s such a softie for you. He pulled your face towards him and gave you one of the most loving kisses you’ve ever had in your life. You were expecting it to be passionate and rough, but it was soft, delicate and loving, and your heart melted into a puddle. After your lips parted, you gazed into each other’s eyes before being pulled up in another tight hug. You giggled and wrapped your legs around him again.

“I guess you missed me too huh?” you laughed.

“Oh doll, you have no idea.”

You wrapped your hands in his hair, massaging his neck and he moaned loudly.

“Mm, that feels nice.” He hummed.

“You tired baby?” you asked, he seemed like he needed some TLC (and you were ready to give it to him).

“I am so exhausted.” He replied, making you frown behind his back.

You slowly slid down his body, back onto your feet again, and kept massaging his head. He looked at you lovingly before looking around his hotel room, his eyebrows pulled in confusion.

“Did you clean up in here?”

“Yep, while I was waiting for ya,” you replied, smiling.

His whole face softened.

“Oh, I really don’t deserve you doll.” Making you smile and shake your head.

“Oh yes you do.” You replied making him smile and his heart flutter in his chest.

He pulled you in for another kiss, this one with more fire and longing in it than the last one. His large hands grabbed you ass to pull you closer to him and you moaned into the kiss. You pressed your body against him even tighter and ran your hands through his hair making him moan. You could feel his pants tent start to grow against you and you smirked and moved you lips down to the side of his neck making him groan.

You pull back and look at him, hard and eyes half lidded, it turns you on so much you feel your panties dampening.

“Hey Buck?” you whisper, lips mere inches apart.

“Hmm?” he hums in response.

“I have another surprise for you.” You whisper into his ear before pulling back to look at his face.

“What’s that, doll?” he whispers.

You smirk and step away from him, noticing the confusion on his face before you pull your dress over your head and throw it onto the floor.

Bucky’s jaw drops, making you bite your lip and smirk even more. This was gonna be fun.

“Oh, fuck me,” He groans.

“Oh, I fully intend on it, Buck” you smirk.

He just groans and starts walking towards you.

“Buck?”

“Yeah sweets?”

“Wanna be mine tonight?”

“Fuck, I’ll be yours forever doll.” He says, making you whimper. You pull him against you by his tie, pressing your bodies together.

Your lips crash and tongues swirl together fighting for dominance. Hands moving up and down each other’s bodies like animals. Bucky squeezing your ass so tight you know there’s gonna be marks.

You both pull back enough so you can shimmy off Bucky’s tie and throw it over his head before unbuttoning his shirt and peeling it off him. You then sink to your knees and undo his belt quickly before slowly unzipping his pants, kissing the outside of his member though his pants making him exhale a breath sharply.

“Fuck” he breathes out.

You don’t want to tease him too much (yet) so after another kiss, you shove his pants off and lay down on the bed, his body caging you under him.

The passionate makeout session resumes with Bucky still hard in his boxers pressing against your clothed core. You suddenly remember what you wanted and pull back from the kiss.

“Wait, no” you whisper.

Bucky pulls back, confused and nervous he did something to hurt you.

“What’s wrong?” he whispers.

You take advantage of his confusion and roll him over so you were straddling him with a smirk on your face.

Bucky moans at your actions, core pressing tight against him.

“You said you’d be mine.” You breathe over his lips. Moaning as being in charge is giving you a whole rush of feelings and confidence.

You kiss him, and he lets you dominate the kiss this time, biting his lips and grinding on him. He bucks his hips onto your and you pull back.

“Don’t worry baby, I’ll take care of you, I’ll make you feel so good.”

Bucky moans at your words as you start to kiss all the way down his body, leaving little hickies down his chest. When you get towards his boxers he thinks your gonna kiss his member or pull down his boxers, but instead you go back up his chest, licking a stripe from his belly button all the way to one of his nipples, up his neck, to his lips.

Bucky moans, loud. You give him one more kiss before deciding to stop teasing him (kinda). You quickly kiss down his chest again and then plant a few kisses on his aching cock through his boxers. He bucks his hips and is whimpering under you. Fuck, that turns you on. Your big strong boyfriend who could probably crush you with one arm, whimpering and practically begging under you. Your panties are fucking soaked and you don’t think you can deny your own pleasure too much longer. You pull down his boxers and his cock is throbbing and dripping precum.

“Shit” you moan at the sight.

You lick the precum off him and he gives a high pitched moan that goes straight to your core.

“Baby please, I- I can’t.”

“Don’t worry baby I got you.” You reply as you take his full member into your mouth, sucking lightly.

Bucky moans and bucks his hips into your mouth. You push them back down and suck a few more times before getting off of him. He looks worried for a second before you slide your panties off and straddle his cock.

“Still wanna be mine?”

“Always” he replies.

You sink down onto him, jaw dropping and eyes closing at the feeling. You don’t think you’ll ever get used to him no matter how many times he’s been inside you. You both moan as his whole cock is finally buried inside you.

“Fuck Bucky, you feel so fucking good in me.” You moan, starting to rock your hips.

“God, I’m so fucking wet for you.”

Bucky continues to give low moans as you start to ride him.

“Fuck baby, I love you like this.” He says, making you start to ride him harder, moaning at his words.

His hands come grab your hips to help you ride him faster, harder.

“Baby- shit I’m close already.” He pleads.

“All for me? Shit baby aren’t I the lucky one?” You moan.

Bucky’s grip on your hips tighten and he starts to fuck up into you. He was about to blow.

You moan loudly at the feeling. “Cum in me baby please I need it.”

After a particularly hard thrust into your wet pussy you feel him spilling inside you. He lets out one of those vulgar high pitched moans and grunts that make your brain short circuit and your eyes roll back while your pussy clenches around him. You feel yourself getting close, but you want to give him another orgasm, so you sink down on him fully and slowly ride him, hearing him whimpering and moaning. You feel him get hard in you again (thank you supersoldier serum) and you rock back and forth on him. You reach down to rub your clit, but Bucky sees it and swats your hand away, replacing it with his metal one.

“Oh fuck” you moan at the cool sensation.

You start to bounce up and down on him again, the knot in your abdomen building and heating up. You feel yourself close to being undone as you ride him and his other hand runs up your body and squeezes your nipple through your thin lace bra. You moan and feel yourself clench around him, making him moan.

“Fuck- I’m gonna c-“ you get interrupted by the white hot explosion of your orgasm. Your eyes roll back, jaw hangs open and toes curl as you feel that release knock throughout your whole body, making you shake. You let out those high pitched moans and whines that only Bucky makes you feel.

Feeling you clench around him and watching your completely fucked out face, you feel Bucky’s thick cock twitch inside of you, and you moan as you feel him release in you again. Fuck that makes you feel good. So good you can’t think or move and you start to collapse on top of Bucky, but he slightly catches you and lays you down on his chest, both breathing heavy, with his cock still inside you, cum dripping all down your legs and onto Bucky.

You can’t speak, can’t think, the pleasure totally ruining you. After what feels like forever, you feel your breathing start to return to normal, as does Bucky’s, and you feel his hand rubbing up and down your back, grounding you back to earth from wherever on cloud nine you were.

You hum as you feel yourself finally calm down.

“Holy fuck, doll” you feel him lowly whine in your ear. You can only moan lowly in response.

“Baby that was fucking amazing.”

“Mmhmm.” You hum.

“…but I think I’m gonna lose my mind if you keep clenching around me.” He chuckles.

“oh shit, sorry,” you mumble out. You try to push up off of him but the farthest you got was placing your hands on his shoulders before your body gave up on you.

“Oh my God, I can’t move” you whisper. You’re so fucked out, your body won’t respond to your brain anymore.

Bucky moans at your words and slowly rolls both of you so youre on your side facing him. He reaches down and pulls his soft cock out of your pussy, moaning when he sees a burst of cum leaking from you.

You moan at the feeling of him exiting your body. You look him in the eyes and give him a lazy smile. His eyes sparkle back at you and his hand comes up to rub your cheek.

“Mm” you hum at the feeling.

“That was fucking incredible” he says, making you smile wider.

“I’m not disagreeing” you quip.

He chuckles lightly before saying “you gotta do this more often.”

“What, surprise you on business trips?” you question.

“No” he rolls his eyes and smiles, “Well yes actually, but I was talking about you absolutely taking charge tonight.”

“Oh yeah?” you smirk.

“Fuck yeah doll, I don’t think I’ve ever cum as hard. You looked so damn sexy in charge.”

You look away from his eyes, shying at his words, but also they were giving you the confidence to look right back into his eyes and say “I agree” with a smirk.

“I love hearing those high pitched moans you make, It turns me on so much” you admit.

“You know, only you can get those noises out of me, doll” he chides. You blush and smile at him.

He chuckles and you bring his face towards yours and kiss him deeply, tongues meeting together. You both hum into the kiss as his hand rubs down the side of your body.

When you break the kiss, both of you needing a breath, he pulls your body towards him, resting your head on his chest. You hum in peace as he rubs your back.

“I love you so much Y/N” he says and you feel your heart absolutely burst in your chest.

“I love you so much too Buck,” you reply, lifting your head to peck him on the lips before placing your head back on his chest.

You lay in silence for a minute before your mind begins to wander again.

“Did you mean it?” you ask.

“Mean what, doll?”

“That you’ll be mine forever?” you ask. “I mean not just in the sexy way but that you’ll be with me forever?” you ramble out.

“God yes sweetheart, you’re the one for me.” He responds and you didn’t think your heart could explode anymore, but it just did.

You squeeze his shoulder with your hand before coming up to kiss him passionately again, almost crying at all of the love going though you.

“I promise I’m all yours forever too, Buck” you smile at him.

“Good,” he smiles back, and you rest back on his chest, eyes getting droopy.

“Night-night sweetheart.” You feel yourself smile in your sleep.

“Goodnight my love.” You reply, further cuddling into his chest. Bucky feels his heart combust in his chest. God, wasn’t he lucky to have you. He didn’t know what he did to deserve you, but he knew that he was going to assure you that you deserve the world every day for the rest of his life. He kissed the top of your head before falling into a deep sleep, content with his favorite person tight in his arms.

[nobutfredweasleytho]

YOU JUST DON’T LISTEN(F.W)

Summary: Fred’s ex girlfriend writes him a letter to explain the how him using her wrecked her emotionally.

Warnings: angst, like a lot of angst, depressed Y/N, mentions of self doubt, a little swearing, mentions of parents not loving correctly, used reader. Let me know if I missed anything.

A/N: Major thank you to Gabriella @onlyfreds for being an amazing person and encouraging me to write whatever this mess is. I am forever grateful to you

(The font is terrible Im sorry im just getting used to working on tumblr)

Fred Weasley checked the muggle clock on his nightstand. 10:30 AM. His mom will call him for breakfast anytime now. He has been awake for quite some time if he can even count the 30 minutes he tried to sleep but couldn’t, not when every time he tries to close his eyes his mind and eventually dreams are clouded by her. By the last time he looked at her, how devastated she looked, How her face was wet from her tears and her eyes bloodshot red, but the thing Fred will never be able to forget is her voice. How raw and vulnerable she sounded while saying the most horrible thing’s anyone has ever said to him, but he can’t blame her, he has no one to blame but himself because in the end it was he who caused all of this and now its come to bite him in the ass. He hears the door open and his twin brother George enters.

“Mom says breakfast is ready and she wants you downstairs. She says she’ll drag you herself if you don’t show up again today.”

“Tell her I’m not hungry and I’ll come grab a bite later.” I really don’t feel like being surrounded by other people right now. Not in this pathetic state I’m in. Besides it will take me willpower I don’t have to not hex Ron into oblivion.

“Well she will not take no for an answer and I wont either. What’s done is done now and you’ll have to face the world someday so start with your own family because everyone down there is worried sick about you and the least you can do is show your face once in a while so they know you haven’t died of starvation or sleep deprivation.” George has worry written all over him and I’m sure the rest of the family has it too. I feel even more like shit for worrying them.

“Fine. But I come back here if she is mentioned are we clear?”

“We weren’t gonna mention Y/N anyway now lets go moms worried sick for your dumbass.”

Breakfast was going smoothly with Ginny and Ron being exited for Quidditch season, Harry and Bill discussing the unfortunate events of the Triwizard tournament last year, dad asking Hermione about a rubber duck whatever that is, but the most shocking thing is mom asking me and George about the joke shop products. George is doing most of the talking but still the fact that shes even asking is awesome. I was finally feeling peaceful this whole winter break until I heard a hoot outside the window.

“I thought it was Tuesday but since mail is here does it mean its Friday already? Oh how fast time is going.

“No Arthur honey you are right it is Tuesday, Bill or George can one of you see if that owl has the owners name attached to it and bring whatever letter he has here to see who is it for.”

Bill got up from his seat and went to the window next to the countertop to look at the mystery owl. “Do we even know a Y/N Y/L/N?”

The room went quiet. The only thing that could be heard was the owls hoot asking for its treat. Bill seemed not to realise this as he took the letter from the owl, gave him a treat and sent it on its way.

“To Fred Weasley from Y/N Y/L/N… Who’s Y/N is she the girl you’ve been crying over this whole time huh Freddie?” Bill chuckled but I just grabbed the letter. I had no time to even be mad at him because once again my mind fogs up with only her. I couldn’t help but feel relieved and the happiest I felt in a long time. She has forgiven me. Y/N forgave me. That has to be it. Why else would she send me a letter?

“I had a great time with you guys but there’s important matters for me to attend so I have to go to now. Thanks mom the breakfast was amazing as always.” And with that I sprinted towards my room, locked the door and examined the letter in my hands. It was a bunch of them in here. I went to mine and George’s worktable threw some papers that were on top of it to make room for these letters and carefully opened the envelope.

The first thing that I grabbed was a photo. It was a polaroid of me and Y/N on the Gryffindor common room. Happiness filled my heart when I started remembering this night. I looked at the back of the polaroid and surely enough there was a writing on it.

Fred and Yn on the Gryffindor common room at 1 AM the night she turned 17. Listening to ABBA’s “Dancing Queen”. Picture taken by major 3rd wheel George Weasley.

Tears filled my eyes when I remember this night. It was the night I looked at her the way I always should have. Not as a replacement of someone who didn’t care about me.

The next one was also a polaroid photograph but this one I don’t remember being taken. It’s a picture of Y/N teaching me how to play the guitar. I can make up that we are in her dorm but not more as the picture is taken in black and white. I look at the back and surely this one also has a writing on it but the handwriting doesn’t look familiar at all.

A drunken Y/N accompanied by a even drunker Fred trying to play the guitar in the middle of the night. If I fail my charms exam tomorrow I’m killing you both but right now you two look adorable. Picture taken by Cho Chang.

The third one is an actual letter. I chuckle looking at the handwriting. Always so precise and not even one line out of place. I always thought Y/Ns handwriting always contradicts her hot headed persona but it’s actually really cute. I start reading the letter and my heart stops.

Dear Freddie,

I can only imagine the shock that receiving a letter from me would cause you right now especially after our last conversation.

But I have a lot to get off of my chest and I wont be able to move on if I haven’t said it all. Call me a coward but I was really scared to ask you to meet me so I can say it in person, but maybe that’s what I have always been. A coward. A coward because I get scared when someone wants to enter my life, a coward because I hate trying new things at the expense of failing, a coward because I should be able to confront people who brought darkness and sadness to my life.

But one thing I will admit Fred Weasley is that I wasn’t a coward when It came to loving you. It was the first time that I let someone come into my life and heart the way you did, and it will probably be the last. Throughout our “relationship” if you can even call it that as it was more of you customizing me to be her, to be someone I’m not. But that’s why you even talked to me is it, because I reminded you of her.

The signs were right in front of me and I feel stupid enough not to have seen them. But I guess people are right when they say love is blind. Love is such a funny thing to me as the first time I experienced the right kind of love was through you. But that was me creating stuff in my head. You didn’t love me no, you loved the idea of me. But I loved you. I loved you more than anything or anyone I have ever loved, I loved everything about you. But you just don’t listen. You don’t listen to anyone around you. Not George, not your other siblings, not Lee or any of your other friends for that matter, not your professors, but most importantly you don’t listen to me.

You didn’t listen when I told you that the love my parents gave me was only because I reminded them of my brother, the love my old friends back home gave me was one of interest. Everywhere I go no matter who I talk to no one will love me for me. I came to accept that until I met you.

You were funny and crazy and brave and oh so gorgeous. You were basically everything I looked for in… well everything. In a friend or in a partner it doesn’t matter. I thought you saw me for who I am. A broken teenager with issues but that at the end of the day was deserving of love. Oh how wrong I have been but no more wrong than you. You knew this but you just didn’t listen.

That makes us both horrible people now does it. Me who thought you were some kind of savior or some kind of saint and selfishly wrapped myself around your love and you who used me because I remind you of your ex girlfriend who broke your heart. But mine is excused I feel like and yours isn’t.

You would have kept me going for who knows how long just so you can live your imaginations you had for someone else.

Did you think about her the first time we slept together?

Was I not enough for you Freddie?

Was I too clingy too soon?

Is it my hot temper that gets the best of me?

So many questions will be left unanswered on my end because frankly, I never want to speak of you again. Sure I am deprived of love but I will not take it if its not directed directly at me.

I still care about you and will continue to support you and George on whatever you set your mind into. I was waking through Diagon Alley last week and saw this little store with a “for sale” sign. It’s right in the middle of Diagon Alley. I hate how my first thought went that you would have loved it but I seem to do that a lot recently.

I’ll get dressed and think would Fred love this skirt or this shirt.

I start applying lipstick and I’ll think will Fred love this color.

I start eating and I’ll think does this look good enough that Fred would’ve stolen a piece of it when I’m talking to Ginny.

I don’t even know why I am telling you this. How pathetic I’ve become clinging into someone that doesn’t want me.

Anyway I’ve probably bored you enough with my ranting but I wouldn’t have been able to move on unless I said everything that felt heavy on my heart. I also attached some photos I thought you’d like to keep seeing as now you can see yourself with Kayla without having the burden to be near me.

Say hi to your siblings and Harry for me.

Have a nice life,

Y/N

[spenciebabie]

idk if you'd be up to this but can u write something inspired by the song "what he dont know" by anarbor!! like you and spencer have been working together for a while and you both like each other and the sexual tension is hiiiiigh but you both wont make a move. so you keep on going on dates but they dont make you feel good and spencer knows it so he decides to make a move then you "cross the line so many times" (omg im sorry if this is too much)

i love this idea, the tension, the jealousy! i wasn’t sure what you were looking for but it felt like it should be a little more on the dom!spencer side?

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It was a delicately choreographed dance at this point. They both knew about it, and it’s not that either of them was shy necessarily, just that neither of them had the courage to make the first move.

She knew that Spencer was the only one she wanted, but she couldn’t stop herself from trying to replace him somehow. If she found another guy she liked then maybe her feelings for Spencer would just go away?

So she went on dates, plenty of them, until she found someone passable. And honestly, even if he was the greatest person ever, he still wouldn’t be the right guy. She couldn’t tell anyone that though, so she just worked around it.

“Yeah, I mean, he’s nice! We get on well it’s just…” she trails off, staring into her drink, the girls of the BAU huddled tight around her in the booth.

“C’mon what’s the problem?” Emily encourages, “Maybe we can help?”

But she just shakes her head, “It’s not that kind of problem. It’s the sex” she blurts out, “I just— we’re not, compatible maybe?” and it’s not the whole truth, but it’s not wrong either.

“Like how?” Penelope pries,

“I don’t know, like I haven’t… you know?”

“Cum?” Emily just states and the girls erupt in laughter, drawing attention to their table, drawing attention to her problem.

“And what’s going on over here?” Derek saunters over and he’s got Spencer in tow as they nestle into the booth too.

“Y/N here’s got a new man, but he’s well… lacking” Penelope puts it gently and the table breaks into giggles again, but the only person she’s looking at is Spencer. And his eyes are locked right back onto hers, calm.

“Well he’s not ‘lacking’ down there” she says, “but it’s more that we just can’t seem to get there, I guess, I don’t know” she shrugs, trying to drop the topic to no avail.

“So does he turn you on?” Emily asks, like it’s a totally reasonable question, and she can see the corner of Spencer’s mouth lift up in a smirk.

“Yeah, of course!” she rushes out.

“Maybe it’s you” Spencer says, it’s almost a whisper under his breath but she hears it anyway, she’s always tuned into his frequency.

“I beg your pardon?” she whips her head around to scold him, but he just shrugs.

“I said maybe it’s you. Maybe you’re just bad in bed?” she rolls her eyes so far back they look like they might get stuck.

“Y’know what, let’s drop it. How’s your new thing going Emily?” the segue works and the topic is dropped for the rest of the evening. Right until it’s time to leave.

Everyone’s piled into their respective cabs, leaving just her and Spencer to stand on the street waiting when he finally speaks again.

“Tell me the truth.” he states it like a command, not a question.

“What about?” she sighs, feigning ignorance.

“Does he turn you on, really?” he turns to look at her, taking a step just the tiniest bit closer.

“I— I don’t— yes?” she stutters out, nervous all of a sudden.

“Okay” he nods, “But does he make you feel the way I do?” he says it in a hushed whisper, as he looks straight in her eyes. And this is it. This is the closest either of them has ever come to making a move. Despite all the pining, the tension, the stolen glances, the filthy dreams, this is the closest they’ve gotten. And they can both feel it.

“No” she breathes, surprising herself, “I don't think anyone could”

“So are you gonna do it, or will I?” he says, inching even closer so that their faces are so tantalizingly close now.

“Do what?” she asks, and he just rolls his eyes before diving in.

He cups her face in both of his hands, cradling it delicately as he presses his lips right against hers. It takes a moment for the shock to wear off and she’s opening her mouth on his, desperate and hungry. And then his hands are in her hair, pulling and tugging sharply as their tongues work against one another.

One cab ride later and they’re finally toppling in the door of Spencer’s apartment, fumbling with the buttons on each others coats as their mouths fight to stay locked together.

They don’t even make it as far as the bedroom, toppling down on his sofa. When his hands land on the zipper of her dress he takes a second to be sincere, looking straight into her eyes as he speaks, “You know there’s no going back? Once I’ve got you out of this dress that’s it for me” and he means it. She’s the only one he could ever actually picture himself with, and it had been that way for so much longer than he cared to remember.

“Take it off” she says with no hesitation, a smile pulling at the corners of her lips. And moments later there’s no more items of clothing to remove as they position them selves on Spencer’s sofa.

He’s sitting with her on top of him, one of her legs resting curled on either side of his lap.

“Tell me the truth.” he whispers, leaning in to say it right against her ear, and she can feel his warm breath against her skin. And his hands are on her, all over her body, one of them tucking in-between her legs as she lets out a desperate moan.

“Did he touch you like this? How did it feel?” she can barely speak as his fingers trail through her folds, brushing softly against her clit.

“Fuck” she moans, “No! It didn’t feel like this, not even close”

He groans at that, slowly pulling his fingers away from her, leaving her missing the contact immediately. But then his hands are on her hips, guiding her so that she’s positioned right above him. He takes a second to line himself up underneath her before she slides down. Sinking down along his length, taking him in slowly, savoring the way he stretches her out, filling her up.

“Could he get this deep?” he whispers against her ear once he’s buried to the hilt inside of her with her hands braced on his shoulders. She shakes her head.

“No, Spencer— never! You feel so fucking good” she can barely force out the words as he starts to move. Hands gripping her hips steadily and holding her in place as he rocks own hips up into her.

“Oh god! Spencer!” She gasps, and he picks up the pace. He wanted this to be special, he wanted to savor it, honestly he did, but he just couldn’t hold back anymore. The nosies she made, the way her head fell back and her nails dug into his skin was all too much. And he can’t make himself slow down.

Fuck it. There’d be plenty of time for slow, languid, loving sex later on. For now he needed to see, to feel, what she was like when she came.

“I— I’m— fuck! I’m close” she mutters out, almost incomprehensible.

“Did he ever get you this close?” Its falls from Spencer’s lips before he even realizes he’s said it.

“No! God no! Spence— I’m gonna—” she’s almost crying at the feeling and he pumps in and out of her, his hands still holding onto her hips for dear life as he pumps up into her.

“Where do you want it Y/N?” He moans, teetering right on the edge of his own climax as she rode out hers.

“Anywhere you want Spencer, I’m yours”