#he is right but BOOO HE SUCKS

[maple-leaf-in-autumn]

my high school crush who i haven’t talked to in a year and a half said i need to tell my situationship about my complicated feelings for her

[scalproie]

joining the war on scorpion destroying the mk12 timeline on the side of scorpion destroying the mk12 timeline

[evilminji]

Okay, you know how bird don't ACTUALLY look the way we think they do?

They are far more colorful? But only to the eyes of other birds?

And it has to do with how light reflects off them and how their eyes are shaped etc etc.?

Well..... humans can see the most shades of green, right? But! We sure as shit can't see UltaViolet and InfraRed? Or shades BEYOND those. Ectoplasmic colors. Magical ones. Third eye, need to see with your SOUL type ones.

Danny? Could very well still have lil baby "kitten's eyes who haven't open yet" syndrome.

He thinks the Zone is Green and his hair is white.

But it's not.

His hair is Starlight colored. Frost. His suit is specifically "the void between stars" colored. Which looks... different? Then black? No, no, guys. How can you guys not see it? It looks REALLY different! How did he not NOTICE before?! They're not ever CLOSE to the same shade! It's like calling salmon and hot pink the same. You know... if you were to compare an actual fish and some irradiated, violently glowing version of "hot pink".

......guys?

His gloves are.... guys, these ares stars. Pressed so close together there's no gap. His body is the night sky, all rearranged. He's wearing SPACE, guys.

*continues to stare at his gloves for the next five hours*

Now... why is this relevant? Because! Danny slowly, as all humans do, adjusts! It's like finally having glasses after years of blurry vision. He... forgets, what it was like, not NOT See Zone Colors. Not completely, mind you, but enough he has to be reminded.

And the Zone? A Realm of the Dead. Specifically, the great catch-all and highway of the Dead. They get EVERYBODY. Misfits and vagabonds. Those who don't quite fit. Funky lil dudes. And of course, assholes, but everybody has those! See, Zone colors?

Are DIFFERENT.

They're all of um!

It's like looking at the technicolor, stobe light, multi galaxies in one, Sun. Tingly(tm)!!! You get used to it. What helps? Is that as garish as the Zone is? The painting and grand tapestry of it all? Keeps changing. Like weather. If it's too much for you, you can stay inside your Lair until the current Color changes. Until the designs shift. Vibe changes.

There are even glasses for that! "Temperate" areas for people to set up, that get headaches or are just... kinda killjoys. Too each their own. Though the stormy areas? Those guys are freaks. Watch out for those guys. They're the kind who stare directly are stars until their eyes burn out.

Where was I? Oh yeah! Danny!

No longer a wee baby, smol baby, twig-o!

Sad. We miss it.

But he did get used to Seeing The Colors. Got a handle on his powers. And! Finally worked with his parents on how to safely turn the portal OFF. There was much booing. Cries of "kill joy" and "booo! You suck!". But? Like? Dude DID have the right to protect his home. Go to college. What can you do?

Problem with THAT is? Baby grew into his "built like a brick shit house of constantly running off to literally tackle the Supernatural excellence" Fenton genetics. He Tall. Muscles! And he PUMPING out "somethings fucked up with me" Vibes!

Add in his DEEPLY Sus off hand comments. Weird ability to tell when someone has or is about to die. Basic immunity to the cold. Fuckin EYE GLOW?

Ha ha... *Horror movie screams from his college dorm mates*

Clearly a demon!

He gets kicked out. Well... not kicked out. He's a model student and broken no rules. They'd never survive the lawsuit. But... he's? STRONGLY INCOURAGED to finish his education elsewhere. Repeatedly. By like... 15 colleges.

Sam is not just livid, she's actively foaming at the mouth.

Breathe, Sam! Remember what your doctor said! Your mortal body can't handle that kinda Vengance spiral! Think of your blood pressure! Breathe!!! (Were not for the laws of this land... and the weak, fleshy constraints of her mortal form!)

Thankfully? Tucker's been interning, remotely of course, with Wayne Industries. He asked his manager where he could find some of those scholarship forms. (Since Gotham University is just a touch out of Danny's price range.) Manager wanted to know why. And oh! Oh holy shit. Apparently? Danny is the hot new office gossip.

People in the main office are OUTRAGED. Danny's "too spooky"?! Too FUCKIN SPOOKY!? Are you KIDDING THEM? Even juicier, a Meta kid from some wacky ghost hunters turned scientists. From a line of Supernatural hunters. Wants to be a aeronautics engineer.

Ooooooh how SPOOKY! Better watch out! He'll design an ENGINE at yooooou!

Fuckin casuals. Non-Gothamites are WEAK. "Too scary" their collective asses. Yeah, maybe the kid SHOULD come too Gotham. He can be the weird kid. Mildly unsettling or something. His powers won't be SHIT in Gotham. Just remind him to buy a gas mask.

So! Danny gets his Scholarship! Merrily packs his bags for darker, Gothic hellscape hills. Unaware... that Constantine has been following reports of a "demon" that he's? 80% sure is a Banshee but MIGHT be a winter spirt with a shtick? For the past 13 colleges. He's getting closer. And this sucker is a strong one.

Not "this is going to cause me serious, life imperilling danger" strong. But more? "Man, that cat is HUUUUUGE". Could he still get mauled a lil? Yeah. Scratched to all hell and back? Probably! But DIE? Unlikely.

He just needs to know why the FUCK this spirit his hanging around colleges.

Which is made harder... by the fact that what HE sees? And what OTHER people see? When they look at this guy? Separate things. Yeah, he'd LOVE to give you guys a description! IF HE HAD ONE.

@the-witchhunter @hdgnj @hdgnj @spidori @babbling-babull @nerdpoe @lolottes

[mingi-s-dimples]

See yourself through my eyes - San

KINKTOBER DAY 9, REQ. BY anon ✨️

~"1. Could you write a San x f!reader fic where San buys a giant mirror to keep next to his bed. He makes the reader sit on his lap in front of the mirror and fingers her (maybe some pussy slapping) and she has multiple orgasms just from that. He then manhandled her into other positions on the bed and fucks her while telling her to look in the mirror the whole time. The reader's shy, so she keeps looking away, so San teases her and forces her to look. Sorry if this isn't too kinky for your liking, but this is my biggest turn on. San being a soft pleasure dom and praising me while fucking me into the mattress until I can't speak.... ; Some kinks I'd like to see: PRAISE, San telling the reader to suck his fingers, teasing, marking, calling the reader princess, maybe reader's hands being restrained by handcuffs/ a tie/ rope or just San using his one of his hands. Just soft San."

pairing: bf!san x gf fem!reader

genre: 18+, filth

summary: your boyfriend invited you over to show you something he just newly bought and.. you're fucked senseless the same damn night.

wc: 3.3k

warnings: soft dom!san, slightly brat!reader, mirror sex, restraining (by belt), marking (hickeys) manhandling, multiple positions, multiple orgasms (for f multiple for m once), implied 2nd round, reader is loved, san is so damn in love with reader, use of sex toys (mini vibrator), fingering, finger sucking, cum play, cum eating, unprotected (booo wrap up irl!), completely consensual, established relationship, pussy slapping, pet names (sweetie, princess), unedited, for sure forgot something;

Author's Note: I'm so damn in love with this fic fr. Mirror sex is one of my weaknesses, thank you so much anon for giving mr the opportunity to write th idea !!! i hope you'll like it 💗💗

Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction and does not represent in any way the reality of the member.

You were always excited to spend time with San. His presence was warm, comforting, and full of a kind of energy that made your heart race every time you were with him. Today was no different. He had invited you over for dinner at his place, something the two of you did often, but there was something about tonight that felt different, more intimate.

The evening started off quietly enough. You arrived at his place and were greeted by his bright smile, his eyes lighting up as soon as he saw you at the door. San pulled you into his arms the moment you stepped inside, his strong embrace making you feel instantly at ease. You smiled, resting your head against his chest for a moment, enjoying the feel of him, his heartbeat steady beneath your ear.

“You made it,” he said softly, his lips brushing against your forehead.

“Of course,” you replied, looking up at him with a playful grin. “Like I’d miss spending time with you.”

San chuckled and led you to the living room where dinner was set up on the coffee table. It was simple, but thoughtful, with candles flickering softly on the table, casting a warm glow over the room. You sat together on the couch, eating and chatting about everything and nothing all at once, the comfortable rhythm of your conversation punctuated by his occasional teasing or affectionate touches.

He was like that, always finding subtle ways to touch you—a hand on your knee, fingers brushing against your arm, or a light squeeze of your hand. It made your skin tingle, a constant reminder of the closeness between you two.

After dinner, you leaned back into the couch, feeling satisfied and content. San looked at you with that familiar, mischievous glint in his eyes, the kind that told you he had something on his mind.

“Wanna see something?” he asked, his voice low and smooth.

You raised an eyebrow, intrigued. “What is it?”

Instead of answering right away, he stood up and reached for your hand, gently pulling you to your feet. Without saying a word, he led you down the hallway toward his bedroom, his grip on your hand firm but comforting. You followed him, your curiosity piqued by his sudden change in mood.

As soon as you stepped into his bedroom, your eyes were immediately drawn to something new, something that hadn’t been there the last time you’d visited. A massive mirror stood against the wall, right next to his bed, angled in such a way that it faced the mattress directly. It was framed in dark wood, elegant and bold, reflecting the soft lighting of the room back at you.

You blinked in surprise, your lips parting slightly as you took in the sight. The mirror was huge, impossible to ignore, and its placement next to the bed sent your mind racing with possibilities.

“San…” you started, your voice trailing off as you turned to look at him. He was already watching you, that same teasing smile playing at the corners of his mouth.

“What do you think?” he asked, stepping closer to you. His voice was soft, but there was a certain heat behind it, something simmering just beneath the surface.

You felt a flush creep up your neck, the implications of the mirror not lost on you. “It’s… big,” you replied, still trying to process the sudden shift in atmosphere.

San chuckled, the sound low and warm, and you could feel the way the energy in the room had shifted. He moved closer, his body brushing against yours as he leaned in. “I thought it would be fun,” he murmured, his lips close to your ear now. “I wanted to surprise you.”

His words sent a shiver down your spine, and your eyes darted back to the mirror, imagining what he meant by “fun.” The idea of it made your heart race, a mixture of excitement and anticipation building in your chest.. and between your legs.

San’s hand came up to gently cup your chin, turning your face back toward his. His eyes were dark, full of unspoken promises, and his lips curved into a soft, knowing smirk. “Do you like it?” he asked, his voice barely above a whisper.

You swallowed hard, nodding slightly. “Yeah,” you admitted, your voice quieter now, the weight of the moment settling between you.

“Good,” he said, his thumb brushing lightly over your bottom lip. “I thought you would.”

Without another word, San closed the distance between you, his lips finding yours in a slow, deliberate kiss. It wasn’t rushed or urgent, but there was a certain intensity behind it, a quiet need that simmered just beneath the surface. His hand slid to the back of your neck, pulling you closer as he deepened the kiss, his body pressing against yours with a quiet, controlled hunger.

You kissed him back eagerly, your hands finding their way to his chest, feeling the steady rise and fall of his breath beneath your palms. His lips were soft, his kiss firm and unyielding as he took his time, savoring the moment. It wasn’t long before the kiss deepened, becoming more heated as the room around you seemed to fade away, leaving just the two of you, caught in the growing intensity of your shared desire.

San’s hands began to roam, his touch light and teasing as his fingers brushed over your arms, your waist, sending sparks of heat through your skin. He didn’t rush, though. Instead, he took his time, as if savoring the feel of you beneath his hands, the soft gasps that escaped your lips as his touch grew more intimate.

You could feel his eyes on you, even as you kissed, and the weight of his gaze sent a thrill through you. He was looking at you the way he always did, like you were the only thing that mattered in the world, but this time, there was something more—something darker, more possessive. You knew he was thinking about the mirror, about what it meant, and what he was going to do with you tonight.

When he finally pulled back from the kiss, his breathing was heavier, his eyes dark with desire. He looked at you, then at the mirror, and a slow, approving smile spread across his face.

“I want you to watch,” he said softly, his voice barely above a whisper, but filled with an intensity that made your heart race. “I want you to see everything.”

His words sent a shiver down your spine, and you couldn’t help but glance at the mirror again, the thought of what was about to happen sending a flush of heat through your body. You swallowed, your pulse quickening as you nodded, your breath hitching in your throat.

San’s lips found yours again, softer this time, but no less demanding. His hands roamed your body, pulling you closer as he kissed you deeply, his intentions clear. The mirror stood as a silent witness to the growing intimacy between you two, reflecting back the heat and desire that filled the room.

You could feel it now, the weight of his gaze, the way his touches became more insistent, more deliberate. The mirror wasn’t just a decoration—it was part of the experience, part of the way he wanted you to see yourself through his eyes, to witness the way he adored every part of you.

And as his kisses deepened, his hands exploring every inch of your body, you couldn’t help but feel the excitement build, knowing that tonight would be unlike any other.

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He pulled you closer and embraced you, lifting you up. One hand under your ass and one holding your waist, he pushed the door closed with his knee and carried you to the bed.

The soft glow of moonlight spilled through the window, casting a gentle silver light across the room. You sat in San's lap, your arms wrapped loosely around his neck, bodies so close that you could feel the heat radiating from him. His hands rested on your hips, firm yet tender, as his dark eyes gazed into yours with a warmth that made your heart race.

San leaned in, pressing his lips to yours, the kiss slow and deep. His fingers began to roam, tracing the curve of your waist, sliding up to your ribs, caressing your skin as though he wanted to memorize every inch of you. Each touch sent shivers down your spine, and you melted further into him, feeling the strength in his embrace as he held you closer.

“God, you’re beautiful,” San murmured against your lips, his voice husky and low, filled with admiration. “Every part of you.”

His fingers deftly tugged at the hem of your shirt, pulling it up and over your head with deliberate slowness, as if savoring every second of revealing more of your skin. You shivered as the cool air kissed your exposed skin, but the warmth of his gaze and hands made you feel nothing but heat.

His lips pressed against your collarbone as his hands roamed further, tracing the contours of your body with a reverence that made your heart swell. “I could look at you forever and never get tired,” he whispered, his breath hot against your skin. "Every inch of you is perfect."

You sighed softly as his fingers hooked beneath the waistband of your pants, peeling them down with ease. His touch was gentle yet possessive, as if he was claiming you piece by piece, and every kiss that followed made you forget the world outside this room.

Once you were fully undressed, San’s hands slid up your back, firm and steady as he guided you off his lap and turned you around. You barely had time to process before you found yourself facing the large mirror he had placed at the foot of his bed just a few days earlier. It was new, its reflective surface perfectly clean, and now, it held the image of both of you. His arms wrapped around your waist from behind, pulling you flush against his chest.

“Look at yourself,” San’s voice was soft, yet there was an undeniable command to it as he nuzzled against your neck. "Look at how perfect you are."

Your gaze met the mirror, and you could see him staring at your reflection with an intensity that made your breath hitch. His hands glided over your body, fingers tracing the curve of your breasts, your stomach, down to your hips, every movement slow and deliberate. You could feel his lips brushing your ear, the heat of his breath making your skin tingle.

“I want you to see what I see,” he murmured, his voice a velvet whisper as he kissed the side of your neck. "I want you to see how breathtaking you are. How you drive me crazy, just like this."

His fingers slid down your arms, his touch so gentle it made you shiver. In the reflection, you saw how his hands worshiped your body, how his eyes never left you. His lips pressed to your bare shoulder, trailing kisses as he whispered, "You're a masterpiece."

You could barely recognize yourself in the mirror, flushed and breathless from his touch. His adoration and his words made your heart pound, and when he whispered once more, it felt like a promise.

"You’re mine," he breathed, his hands holding you even tighter. "And I’ll never stop showing you how much I love everything about you."

San sits on the edge of the bed, his legs parted slightly as he gently pulls you onto his lap. His hands are firm but warm, guiding you to settle against him, your back pressing into his solid chest. His lips brush against your ear as he murmurs, “Look.” You shake your head slightly, bashfulness creeping in, but he doesn’t let you turn away.

“Don’t hide,” he whispers, his voice soft yet commanding. His hand tilts your chin up, gently but insistently guiding your gaze towards the mirror in front of the bed. The reflection shows the two of you intertwined, his arms wrapped protectively around your frame.

Your cheeks flush, and you try to avert your eyes, but San’s touch lingers, coaxing you to face yourself. “You’re beautiful,” he says quietly, his voice filled with admiration. Slowly, his hands trace the seam of your panties and bra.

He takes his time, savoring each moment as he unbuckles your bra, revealing more of your bare skin to the mirror. His eyes never leave your reflection, and neither do yours, despite the heat rising in your cheeks. “Look at you,” he breathes, pressing a kiss to your exposed shoulder. “You’re stunning, just as you are.”

With every word of praise, he slowly takes off your panties too, leaving you completely bare. His hands caress your skin, exploring, appreciating every curve and line as he murmurs softly into your ear, “You’re perfect. Don’t be shy—see what I see.”

And though your heart is racing, there’s a comfort in his voice, a reassurance in the way he holds you, making it impossible to look away.

Let's see.. my love" San said and softly pulled your legs apart, your folds spreading out at the same time. Your cunt was already dripping wet when he touched you, peeking a smile on lips in the mirror. His right hand was holding you close to his body, also holding one leg in place. The other one, you had to hold it yourself. San's left hand carresed your thigh before slowly making it's way to your folds, two of his fingers spreading them out and softly circling your clit.

"See how beautiful you are? And how damn.. hot you are. All spread out for me... that's how I like it, darling" San whispered in your ear, kissing your neck and his fingers made their way inside, now slowly pumping them in and out. Your walls clenched onto his fingers and a low groan could be heard from behind you, from San. He was... overly excited about the situation, you could feel his cock straining against his pants and your ass. But he was taking his time, he didn't want to fuck you, yet.

"Let's make things a little bit more... exciting. " and his hand reached in a drawer near his bed, taking out a mini sized vibrator. "Here babe..." he turned it in and started circling your clit with it, "I know you can take it." he teasingly said, softly biting your shoulder. He knew that for you, this combinationnwas fucking deadly. As soon as he started rubbing your clit and pressing the toy onto it, you started squirming under his grip, to which he held you promptly in place.

"Nuh-uh, babe. Look in the mirror" he turned your head around by softly moving your chin, making you look. Face flushed, teary eyes and legs trembling. That's how fucked out you were already only by his fingers. As soon as he started thrusting them into your cunt rapidly, and the toy on the now painful nub, you could feel the heat gathering and forming a knot in your belly. You knew what eas about to happen. You felt so overstimulated that as soon as he hit your g-spot with his ring finger you came once, softly moaning and whining. San's plans were totally opposite to yours, as he started to even more rapidly finger fuck you. It wasn't long until the knot in your belly unfolded again... coming the 2nd, even 3rd time only by San's fingers. That was a thing that only he could ever do... and how damn much he turned you on was driving you insane. "Suck" he signales to his fingers in the mirror, to which you, of course, submitted. You started licking his fingers up and down, tasting your juices and his saliva, a mixture made in heaven. He slapped your folds two times, diverting your attention for a moment. You muffled out some whines, with which San seemed pleased with

"What a good princess I have... now, let me have even more fun" he said and manhandled you on your fours, pushing your face to the mattress, ass up and your eyes in direct eye contact with the mirror. The view was so damn hot.. you thought. San's big hand holding both of your wrists right against your back, the other hand unbuckling his own pants and throwing every layer of clothes he had left on the floor.

San then tied your hands up with his belt, smirking at the sight. "Remember that a couple of days ago you were making fun of me for not ever daring to tie you up? What do you think now, princess?" he said, lips curling in a knowing smile. You tried to muffle sometning, but to no avail. "What, did the cat get your tongue, hm" he teased.

"N-no.." you tried to say, barely above a whisper. Your head was already dizzy and the night wasn't even close to finishing.

He squeezed your ass twice before pushing himself in your drenched and dripping pussy, getting a loud moan out of your slowly rising breath. As he already took care of your hands, tied at your back, he only had to take care of your brattiness of not wanting to look in the mirror. But he was kinda gentle about it, correcting you in the softest way possible.

As soon as he started pounding into you, you tried to avert your eyes from the mirror, but he didn't let you, of course. He wanted you to see. He wanted you to see how well you're taking his cock all up your cunt, squelching and clenching around him with every thrust. This position always drove him nuts, having full access to your body however he wanted. He was still inches deep in you when he started kissing and sucking marks on your back and shoulders, then on your neck and collarbones. It felt like you were making love to him, but with a twist. It was always like this.

"See.. babe? isn't it so nice to see how good you're taking me?" he panted out. "It turns me on even more... fuck" San groaned. "I'm damn close, princess."

"M-me too-" you muffled out.

He started pounding into you even more rapidly, but in a mere second he changed positions and you were now sitting on his cock, him sitting on the side of the bed, your cunt on full display in front of the mirror, of course. He held both your legs up, spreading you out as much as possible. "You're so damn beautiful like this.. you're perfect" he moaned out as he finally came after pounding you in that position for a minute. He lifted you up and placed you on the bed, your back arching against the mattress as he started kissing your body.

"See this, baby? How your body reacts to me? How you tense up in pleasure... how your legs tremble and how your sweet, pink pussy drips for me?" he murmured. "I'm so damn in love with you... and I've wanted to show you just how much I want and love you, my princess."

"I-i love you t-too, Sannie.." you managed to whine out.

"Everything good?" he asked.

"Y-yes.."

"Up for a second... round? I have so many damn positions to try on you, my love. This mirror was the best investment I've ever done. Would you like to get one on the.. ceiling, too?" he giggled.

"Yes and... maybe?" you smiled, leaning in for a kiss.

The night was just about to get started.

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[1lenii]

Fuck them kids

Miles (G) Morales x F!Reader

⚠️⚠️⚠️THE SONG IS FOR SATIRE PURPOSES⚠️⚠️⚠️

The classic, don’t underestimate me cs I’m a girl

As you know, bonding time with miles as he proves “Fuck these kids, that’s 4ever the moto” - Kali

⚠️cursing, degrading means against children, bullying if you wanna call it that, mentions of violence(only for the game and physical irl)

For the sake of decency these middle schoolers are in 8th grade and miles and (Y/N) are sophomores

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“Fuck you and your dead rat dumbass, where your mom at”

(Y/N) peeps her head from the crack of her boyfriends room, as he yelling more than normal at his game.

“Oh yea?? What you gonna do go cry about it?”

(Y/N) heard murmuring from the other side of the headset that’s seemed to respond in a more ruder tone then last time,

through the headset that rested atop of Miles head leaving a dent in the half that had his Afro and sitting perfectly on the side that had 2 braids

(Basically half out and other half braided; with a hair pick from more visual representation)

‘Seems he got distracted while doing his hair again’ (Y/N) mentally notes, and imaginary sweat drop forming next to her eye brow

“Uh Miles..”

“What.”

“Are those the same middle schoolers from down the block?”

“No..”

The uncertainty of Miles tone gave it away, (Y/N) open the door even more allowing her body access to the room, positioning her self behind Miles gaming chair

“Don’t you think you should be nicer?”

“Nice? When was that a option for you” Miles side eyes you before returning back to the aggressive violation that is shooting

(Y/N) slightly gasps, putting a hand to her chest for effect while pouting

“I’m nice”

“When you want to be”

“I guess, you should still be nicer to them, there only in middle school after all”

“Nu uh ma, fuck these kids” Miles says through the headset noise, violently pressing at his controller

“Papi you can’t be violating kids because they shooting better or whatever it they’re doing” (Y/N) says not being able to contain her laugh

“Como esto es un chiste, why don’t you come play” he’s say taking off his headset and gesturing it towards you, raising a eyebrow in the process

(Y/N) takes the invitation taking the headset and adjusting the muffs to fit her head, Miles pulls her by the waist adjusting her so she sit right on his lap, passing her the controller

“AiI Ma I taught you the basics not to long ago, do your best”

“You talking knowing damn well I’m better then you”

“Not true”

“Keep dreaming pretty boy”

*initiate operating: the mic is now on*

(For my sake a yours I’ll change of the writing style)

Kid 3: Yooo miles you back? I was getting tired of cooking you

(Y/N): oh were you really?

Kid 2: whoa.. who you?

(Y/N): his girlfriend ya kids clueless

Kid 1: booo I got a girl for a teammate wtf

Kid 2: must suck LMAO

Kid 3: don’t worry girly I’ll make sure you the one ending up clueless

(Y/N) just laughs along with Miles who whispers ‘watch yaself’ into the mic

Few minutes into the game and (Y/N) already gotten 20 points for her team

Kid 1: woah I didn’t know your that good

Kid 2: don’t praise her the game ain’t over dickhead

*the game has now ended, with a score of 15 to 62 Miles/Kid1 Wins*

The In game announcer announces as (Y/N) cracks her fingers, “and that’s how’s it’s done little boys, before ya go assuming ya better then a girl, humble yourself maybe you’ll get a girl after”

Kid 3 gf: uhhh who are you talking about little girl watch who you talk to

This random girl appears on the mic, sounding sassy like almost irking (Y/N)

“Don’t test me, who you calling little girl” (Y/N) says with a sadistic smile

“You, what are you deaf, it’s on sight when I see you, don’t talk to my man again”

And with that the girl left the call for kid 3

“Can’t wait to see how that pans out” Miles laughs into your back hugging at your waist

“That little bitch trying” (Y/N) says with the same smile

“It’s fuck them kids right?”

(Y/N) sighs leaving the conversation open for further and future elaborations

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It’s been three days since that game, (Y/N)

Has been chilling knowing she would get touched ‘obviously their empty threats’ (Y/N) deadpanned

While walking the block she catches up with Miles who HAS FINALLY DONE HIS HAIR, was in front of 2 kids around his height and girl

“Ohoho look who decided to show up”

(Y/N) analyzes all of them, “who are you?”

“Better remember me little girl”

“I’m not so little if you looking up to me😭 it’s was on sight, right? I’m waiting and make this quick” (Y/N) dropping her bag food over to Miles, who was literally un phased knowing how this was about play out

“Oh fo’real? Ii girl if you says so” the girl from the match 3 days ago, rolls up her sleeves already swinging

(Y/N) dodge dragging Miles by the hand leaving them behind

The girl fell flat on her face with her bf attending to her

While the other kids said ‘hey!’ And a bunch of other things to retaliate too

(Making this cliche bare with me)

(Y/N) and Miles walk further and deeper into the street into the fading color of the sunset hitting the streets and the buildings with in

“Miles, fuck them kids”

Miles chuckles leaning in to kiss the top of her head, smiling shortly after

“Fuck them kids”

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[dilfl0v3rss]

More dilf! Erwin 👀

your wish is my command booo here we gooo🏃🏽‍♀️🏃🏽‍♀️

“please princess. levi would be here with miki in thirty” erwin groaned as you continued to drag your panty covered pussy up and down his clothed dick. “i only need ten.” you whispered. you were more than needy and your boyfriend was being stubborn. too scared that the two of you would get so into each other that he’d forget all about his expected company.

you weren’t going to stop without a fight though. bouncing up and down on his print before connecting your lips with his in a sloppy kiss. his big hands held your waist, holding it lightly as he took dominance over your mouth and slowed the tempo of the kiss. you pulled away from him with a huff, moving your lips to the spot he liked on his neck. “you can’t resist me forever daddy.”

when he felt your lips begin suckling on his ear he broke. gripping both your asscheeks tightly while grinding you down on him harder. “ten minutes” you nodded before you were quickly turned around. legs spread with your back to his chest. erwin slid his hands to your pussy before ripping your panties in the middle. before you could protest you were cut off by his hand wrapping around your throat.

“i’ll buy you three more” he whispers before rubbing your clit lightly with his index and middle fingers. your arousal made his movements fluent as you bucked your hips so he can begin moving towards your entrance. your eagerness earned you a tight squeeze on your throat before his hand crept to your chin, moving your face towards his.

“hold still or i stop” his blue eyes stared down into your brown ones, giving you a warning glacé before abruptly sinking his fingers deep into you. “o-oh goddd” your moans filled the living room as your pussy soaked his fingers. eyes rolling back as erwin’s pink lips began dancing along your neck. licking and sucking on the delicate skin as you tightened around him. “you’re so tight princess”

you opened your mouth to speak but no words came out. he was fucking you so good with his fingers and you loved it. you looked down to where the two of you were connected. white cream sheathing his fingers as he slid them up to your clit. erwin watched your face contort into different ones of pleasure as his fingers massaged your bud. spreading your essence all over your pussy as you sung for him. “d-d-daddy s-sooo gooooddd”

before you could blink he was back inside of you, digging deep as he quickly fucked you with his thick fingers. “ohhh my- right there daddy! right thereee!!!” you screamed as erwin continued his onslaught on your tight entrance. “right here mama?” your orgasm was so close you can almost taste it as you moaned out a ‘mhmm’ for your boyfriend. the sounds coming from your pussy were sloppy and wet. juices splashing all over your thighs as you felt more of it trickle down towards your other hole.

the coil in your stomach was ready to snap. you were getting oh so close. closer….closer….closer…..until it was all gone. you were completely empty. your eyes shot open, immediately confused as you looked up at erwin. a smirk was plastered on his face as he gave you a light kiss on your forehead.

“your ten minutes are up love” you sucked your teeth as he moved you from his chest. eyeing you as he licked you off of his fingers. right before you could curse him out the doorbell ring. they were early. you quickly wobbled to your room to put some pants on while erwin answered the door. “uncle ewinnn” mikasa squealed as she hugged the tall man’s legs. a soft smile bloomed on his face he watched his niece make grabby hands at him.

“you got something on your lip smith.” levi’s voice was annoyed. erwin wiped the side of his mouth with his thumb before quickly sucking it away. a confused look grew on his friends face as he watched erwin nervously scratch the back of his neck. “icing” the blonde man breathed out with a chuckle.

“i bet.”

[chrisevansonly]

𝐖𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡 𝐁𝐮𝐢𝐥𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 101 (𝐫𝐮𝐞𝐬 𝐣𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐥𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐛𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐟𝐢𝐜 3)

𝐇𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐲 𝐒𝐭𝐲𝐥𝐞𝐬 𝐱 𝐅𝐞𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐞 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬: why buy christmas wreathes at the store when you can make them yourselves, a craft your boyfriend is more than happy to make with you

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: none, v cute xmas blurb

𝐚/𝐧: hi hi, so here is fic number 3 for my jingle bell ball! i’m still out of town and seem to have come down with a cold :( booo h8 being sick sm, so this is a tad shorter :(

🎄🎄🎄🎄🎄🎄🎄🎄🎄🎄🎄🎄🎄🎄🎄🎄🎄🎄🎄🎄

“Am I doing this right lovie?”

Your boyfriend of 4 years Harry, asked from his place across the large oak dining table. The table that was filled with ribbon, fake cranberries, fake snow and of course the most important part in homemade wreath making, evergreen and spruce sprigs scattered almost everywhere now.

“Oh H, yours looks great!” you replied

“Are y’sure..? It looks a little wobbly…”

You couldn’t help the laugh that spilled from your lips as you took a closer look, sure some little sprigs were sticking out and the fake cranberries were falling off, but that’s what made it special

“I think it looks perfect baby..”

Harry wasn’t so convinced, especially when he looked over at yours which had delicate ornaments weaved throughout and a bright red bow at the bottom.

“Look at yours! Mine is shit lovie, don’t have to lie”

“Now why would I lie? Yours is special and perfect because you made it! Besides…i’ve been making wreaths longer than you baby”

Wreath making had been a craft you’d enjoyed since you were a little girl, and you’d only just asked Harry this year if he felt like joining in on the tradition, after seeing how eager he was to join you, it should have been asked much sooner.

“Well i’m not leaving this table until mine looks like yours, I don’t care how long it takes.”

Letting a laugh bubble out of you, your eyes lighting up in surprise at the sheer determination Harry held in this moment, you couldn’t help but lean forward and press a sweet kiss to his lips.

“Alright my love, let me help you then, we’ll make one together”

When his eyes met yours you wanted to melt, the slight pout on his lips, his eyes soft and full of nothing but love and adoration for you, because that was all he ever felt when it came to his sweet angel.

“Yeah?” he finally smiled

“Yeah baby..”

Sitting down next to him he kissed your cheek sweetly before letting you gather some more supplies, helping to explain all the steps again. These were his favourite moments, the soft and quiet ones with you, especially during the holidays and joining in on your crafts.

Even if he still sucked at making Christmas wreaths…

[letsgetrowdy43]

Dial tone dramatics—

Request: Luke and Adam teaming up and sending the UMich hockey team to look for the Hughes Sister. Sunny forgot her phone and went to a party with some friends. She felt she didn’t need to tell Adam or Luke since they were busy and would tell them afterwards.

Au Masterlist!!

Charlotte grinned as she applied the finishing touch on Sunny's make-up, glittery gloss to finish the going out look as she checked her phone again to see if their ride was ready to pick them up. "They're here!" she said rummaging around their dorm for her purse that she had misplaced once again.

Sunny threw on her cute going-out jacket as she tried to speed her roommate up, not needing to hear the continuous rant of Lottie's lack of time awareness. She pushed her roommate out the door and down the stairs to the car that was parked out front with their two other friends, and the sober boyfriend of the night who was driving them to and from the party they'd been invited to.

"Shit Lottie, I forgot my phone on the vanity," the girl groaned as she dug through her purse for the phone that wasn't there, "Can you text Adam or Luke to tell them we are going out and that I'm safe?" Charlotte nodded, barely listening as she sang along with the Drake song playing over the aux, "They don't need to know your every move babes!" Macy yelled over the blaring music as she turned to see Sunny nod. "I guess yeah"

Adam frowned as he tried to call the girl for the third time in the past hour, a confused look on his face as he flipped through random Snapchat stories to see the very drunk Charlotte, Sunny, and Macy scream-singing to Katy Perry.

Luke's contact popped up on his screen causing Adam's confusion to grow, "have you heard from Sunny, she hasn't responded to me all night" his tone concerned. "No I was trying to call her as well, I think she went out though?" Adam listened to Luke groan in annoyance. "She didn't tell you?" "She tried to call me while we were at practices, but other than that I don't think so?"

Adam ran a hand through his hair as he thought of a possible way to track the girl down, "I'll call Charlotte and see where they are," Adam said as Luke began texting Macy's boyfriend who was more than likely trying to wrangle them into his car.

"Adamo!! I missed your presence tonight!" the very drunk girl said on the other end. "Hey Lottie, is Sunny with you?" The girl gasped on the other end, "We left to get pizza and forgot her there, shit she was with some girls in our residence building," the girl rambled before pulling the phone away from her head to tell Macy's boyfriend to turn the car around. "Was it that Alpha Phi party?" Adam asked as he searched his pockets for his car keys. "Yeah, at the off-campus house" she said just before Adam hung up and texted Luke who texted the team group chat.

Sunny was beyond drunk, giggling as her newfound girlfriend sunk another pong ball in their competitions cup, "booo you suck," the girl on the opposite side of the table said as she downed the full cup of beer.

"Sunny oh my god," Rutger said as she caught his attention, a worried look on his face as he maneuvered his way around the kitchen to be by her side, "your boyfriend and brother are looking for you." "Adam's here!" she said looking around for her boyfriend who was nowhere to be found. "He's on his way sunshine."

Sunny's cup pong partner grinned as she nudged her new friend, "Who is this?" "Oh, this is Rutger, my brother's friend!" she grinned as she squished his cheeks. "I'm hurt that you don't consider us friends," Rutgers brows furrowed as he removed Sunny's hands from his face. "Oh sorry, this is Rut my best friend, Rut this is..." "Kayleigh" "This is Kayleigh, she lives in the dorm right next to mine and Lottie's," she said moving out of the way, patiently waiting for her loving boyfriend to find her just as Rutger had promised.

The hazy look in her eyes quickly disappeared as she was pulled through the crowd, a very angry Luke greeted her as he pulled her outside. "What were you thinking?" "I forgot my phone, Charlotte wasn't supposed to leave my side all night!" she defended as her brother ripped into her in front of a crowd of people. "That's a shit excuse, Sunny!"

Her cheeks blazed with embarrassment as she felt a pair of arms wrap around her, "you okay?" "I'm fine, really, I found a group of girls that live in my building and wasn't gonna leave their side until I saw someone I knew and was safe enough to get me home," she mumbled into her boyfriend's chest as he ran a hand up and down her back, "I need some water and some sleep though"

Luke was still on a rant as Adam slid a sweater over her frame and brushed her hair out of her face, "she gets it, Luke, you can give her a talk tomorrow, but for now let's just get her home," Adam reasoned as Luke stopped his yelling and nodded shortly. "Make sure she calls me in the morning," the blonde said as he crossed his arms over his chest and death stared at his teammate. "Will do" "Keep her safe, love you both," Luke said before he made a beeline straight to his car.

Sunny let out a snort as she grinned up at her boyfriend, "Lukey loves youuu," she said in a singsong voice as Adam rolled his eyes at her drunk tactics. "Let's get you home, you smell like beer," he said before kissing her on the side of her head and leading her to his car.

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[bitterkarella]

Midnight Pals: Fat People

James H Longmore: after yesterday's incident, I'd like to offer a full and complete apology to the humorless scolds of the woke mob Franz Kafka: Kafka: well, good Kafka: see that it doesn't happen again!

Longmore: look, this story about joe's unwanted penis is just a light-hearted comedic jaunt! Kafka: booo! Longmore: [wiping sweat from brow] jeez tough crowd Longmore: better switch gears Longmore: hey how about a story about gross fatties?

Longmore: i have another story too Longmore: it's a terrifying descent into the depraved world of feederism Longmore: cuz there's nothing scarier Longmore: than a fat person Longmore: steve knows what i'm talking about Stephen King: he's right!

Poe: wow, these stories are kinda problematic! Poe: you're really kinda othering to trans and fat people Longmore: well, i am originally English Poe: oh yeah ok, that scans

Longmore: there's this guy called… the feeder Longmore: and they call him that because he Longmore: get ready for it Longmore: feeds people King: oh shit! oh wow! that is terrifying! King: i thought i was prepared but i was not prepared

King: i think King: i think i need to sit down for a minute Poe: are you going to be ok, steve? King: yeah, i'm King: yeah King: i just need a minute King: phew King: my heart is racing

Barker: how is this possible? Barker: Stephen king - master of the macabre! - scared of fat people! King: look, it's not that strange King: a lot of people are scared of fat people Barker: Barker: no i don't think that's true Barker: think this is a you thing, steve

King: well, think about it King: if you see a clown walking around outside of a circus, that would be pretty scary right? Barker: ok right King: now imagine if you saw a fat person walking around on the street, like it was normal or something-

King: it's just not healthy, you see King: that's why scientists invented the weight loss pill that makes you shit yourself to death from Meg Elison's story "Please Don't Invent the Weight Loss Pill that Makes You Shit Yourself to Death" Meg Elison: Elison: I am going to murder you

Longmore: so the feeder has a whole facility full of women that he feeds Longmore: until they gain weight Longmore: they're called gainers Longmore: stop me if i'm going too fast for you

Longmore: ok so imagine a fat woman Longmore: just the fattest woman ever Longmore: just so huge beyond belief, absolutely gargantuan Longmore: like the size of the entire planet Longmore: like 464 pounds King: holy shit guys this is the scariest story I've ever heard! King: i am legit shaking!

Longmore: so this guy is feeding a fat woman a stack of pizzas Longmore: and the pizzas are all Longmore: [falsetto voice] heeeey you should eat us! we're delicious! Longmore: [falsetto] we're pizza! look at us! we want to be eaten! Longmore: [falsetto] we're gonna be so sad if you don't eat us Dean Koontz: oh no i hope the pizza gets eaten!

Joe Koch: this sucks Koch: the pizza should speak in an Italian accent Barker: yes Poe: no don't say that joe!! Lovecraft: oh jesus Lovecraft: oh god Lovecraft: [sweats] oh jesus

Koch: the disc of cracked dough, crimson gore as red as god's menstrual flow, hissing fleshy tentacles of mozzarella, pale as the broken spirals of the universe, splayed open in a tattered furl of the anal fistulas of sundried tomatoes Poe: oh max you should like this, you like pizza Max Booth III: why does everyone keep saying that

[trixree]

he is RISEN baby girl

hello hello! yes i'm alive, just very mentally ill. things are on the up and up and i have mega brainrot right now so i decided to try and get back on the "being a person" horse. you may see i've just posted some poolverine smut to AO3 here.

if you've sent me messages during my year hiatus (especially regarding commissions) I love and appreciate you and will be responding SOON, i PROMISE!

long ramble about where i'm at/life update below the cut.

May of 2023, I graduated with my masters. yaaay woo but also booo because it didn't help me get a job at all! i finally landed a paying gig in September of 2023 after sending out quite literally hundreds of applications. i only had two interviews total and a mountain of auto-rejections to show for it and it took an immense toll on my mental health. It started what was (in hindsight) a year of a prolonged downward spiral.

i already really struggled with self worth and turns out riding the merry-go-round of job hunting rejection cranked my depression up to new heights. for the first time in a long time, i found myself so low as to be entertaining thoughts of suicide. my eating disorder peaked the hardest it has since high school. i had also moved out of my parents house and in with my partner May of 2023 and was readjusting to being out of a traumatic environment. i had panic attacks anytime he came into a room too quietly and surprised me for months. I found myself isolated from most of my friends (partly because of my own communication death-spiral depression paralysis) and also because i moved to a different city than all of them to live with my partner again (0 complaints there, i love the city i live in and love my home with my partner and our bird children. however i miss my fucking friends, and the loneliness compounded the Despair Arc i was having.) My fucking health insurance changed because my previous policy holder retired and i lost some medications for a period of time, stressing my body in bad ways. a really bad spell of migraines compounded things chemically for the worst.

i borrowed some money to return to my therapist and my doc recently upped my antidepressant dose, and I can tell that both of those things but ESPECIALLY that last one there has helped already. My partner, closest friends, and even some coworkers have said I seem much better, too. I'm hopeful about it. Optimistic, even!

i did get a job working for a behavioral health nonprofit that provides outpatient psychiatric services in administration. It pays in fucking sheckles and pennies (nonprofits be like) and psych is a challenging environment to say the least. it was another 6-month fight to hammer out disability accommodations with HR. my body is a machine that consumes paid leave. as any of you that have danced an accommdations dance can probably attest, it sucks so goddamn bad. i had basically round after round of requests for my doctors to fill out paperwork that amounted to "will they get better? Are you sure? Alright, please estimate how often this person will need this accommodation in hours per week." of course it took an immense mental health toll, too. i kick ass at what i do and i do it chronically understaffed but it's really hard to feel secure anywhere when you're constantly missing work due to uncontrollable Body Bad Times (migraine, explosive diarrhea, uncontrollable vomiting, my three horsemen). especially if someone has a grudge, and someone did, which added extra layers of complexity.

i'll be honest, it's good to have something to get out of bed to go do 5/7 days of the week (i was going stir crazy without employment) but i'm running myself ragged and barely making it financially. not only was this body i have NOT built for an 8-5, i have less than 15$ to my name right now to show for it and i keep having to borrow money from my family for medication. but i truly love the people i work with and feel like i get to do good for my community where i'm at, and that's something folks!

speaking of health, i kind of got my gut stuff figured out? not really. but also yes! i don't have a diagnosis of any kind but i have a treatment that's WORKING for the constant nausea i was always blogging about last year. my GI put me on domperidone before meals and oh my god, total fucking game changer. no longer am i burping up half-digested food and walking around with 24/7 debilitating nausea AND my appetite even kicks in when i take the damn pills!!! the only down side is that domperidone is not FDA approved in the USofA because of sudden cardiac failure or what the fuck ever so i have to pay out of pocket for all of it. that's a good 150$ per month on top of all my other medication, so that's a bummer. but god, to have something that works!!! it's been so nice. no sudden heart failure yet, fingers crossed.

i have really bad executive dysfunction when it comes to responding to messages (i currently have 100+ unread text messages from friends and family) but i'm challenging myself to work through my backlog of messages in the coming days, so stay tuned if you've DM'd me in the last year. thank you for thinking of me and i appreciate you endlessly.

as for commissions, my life is just too unpredictable for me to be as consistent with those as i'd wanted to be. as much as having the bonus income was really amazing, i just feel like i'm too flakey and unreliable to deliver on that regularly and that's just a shitty thing to do to someone. (please check your DMs if this describes an interaction we had with me.)

i'm sorry if this decision is disappointing to anyone, but i think i'm going to stick to having a kofi live if folks feel inclined to show appreciation for any fic i post and maybe taking a comm very very rarely, once in a blue moon when circumstances allow. I do want to honor anyone that messaged me about a comm during my year hiatus. Please check your DMs. for my casual reader: none of my current projects on AO3 are abandoned. i've never stopped working on them this past year, even if it has only been in my notes app. i really want to start posting more regularly again. i miss the outlet immensely. I think it's good for me, creatively and for a sense of community. i hope you all understand and thank you. thanks for still being here.

[deweydecimal-system]

BOOOO I wanna spoil the game beginning so bad but I won’t I’ll wait until til you play it next week but the beginning has Lillie and it makes me hate her mom even more

nothing will ever be more fucked up to me then the fact that lusamine dressed her daughter up like nihilego for 10 years

[dwobbitfromtheshire]

The Right Place in Time

Summary: What if Steve was in the woods with Chrissy and Eddie getting weed for his headaches?

TW Laura Cunningham is all kinds of a phobic bitch.

Chapter one

Chapter two

Chapter three

Chapter Four

Steve called Chrissy's name again, but she still didn't move or respond at all. The lights flickered overhead, and he cursed mentally. He could hear Lucas, Robin, and Dustin whispering frantically. Everyone else went quiet, as if they could feel how tense Steve had gotten. He walked towards her.

"Chrissy?" Steve asked, and Eddie walked up beside him.

"Is she messing with us again?" Eddie asked. "Chrissy?!"

Steve and Eddie approached her, facing her. Her face was vacant, and her eyes were a weird shade of blue.

"Yeah, I don't think she's messing with us," Steve said, his face ashen. "Fuck."

"Chrissy?! Chrissy, wake up? Come on, I don't like this! Chrissy, wake up!" Eddie yelled and started cupping her cheeks. "Come on!"

A crowd started to form, full of curious onlookers. Vickie ran towards them and pushed her way through, Robin and Hellfire following her. Vickie gasped at her face.

"Why are her eyes like that?" Vickie asked. "What's going on?"

"Oh god," Dustin said. "Please, not this shit again."

Before anyone could question him about what he meant, Chrissy started to rise from the ground.

"What the fuck?" Eddie asked as he watched her with his own eyes.

"Chrissy?! Chrissy, wake up!" Steve screamed.

She rose higher and higher until they she was hovering above them. The crowd gasped and screamed. Vickie burst into tears.

"Chrissy?!" She screamed.

Suddenly, Jason burst through the crowd. His nose was stuffed with tissues.

"What the hell?" Jason asked and then glared at Eddie. "What the fuck did you do to her you fucking freak?!"

He threw himself at Eddie and started throwing punches at him. Eddie screamed. Steve acted quickly and grabbed Jason, pulling him off of Eddie. Lucas stepped into help. Steve threw a punch, clocking Jason in the face. Jason was about to hit Steve when Lucas slugged him hard. There was a loud crack, and Chrissy dropped to the ground. She started screaming in pain. Vickie and Robin rushed towards her. Jason stopped fighting and stared at her. The crowd at them in shock, whispering quietly. It was Dustin who acted and stepped forward.

"There you have it, ladies and gentlemen. The Great Eddie Munson's first attempt at revealing to the world his magic act. Unfortunately, a jealous jock who can't let the fact that someone ended the relationship had to step forward and ruin it. He knocked down one of the cables charging in like a bull and caused Chrissy to get injured. So, I'm sorry to disappoint, but this might be Eddie's first and last show!" Dustin exclaimed.

The crowd groaned and started yelling at Jason.

"Jason! You suck!" Someone called out.

"No! He's a vessel for Satan! He was lifting her up with his mind!" Jason yelled. "He's evil!"

"Booo!" The crowd yelled.

"Get the fuck over it, Jason!"

"It's not all about you!"

"The only thing I have ever seen Eddie do is step on my sandwich, and he apologized! It was actually kind of funny!"

"Lucas is a better basketball player than you are!"

"Chrissy deserves better!"

"You and Eddie both deserve to get fucked! The only difference is that Eddie deserves the good kind of fucking!"

The entire crowd turned towards the person.

"What? It's true. The dude is hot."

Jason moved to step toward Chrissy when a group of cheerleaders dispersed from the crowd and ran towards him. Jason screamed and ran away, the cheerleaders following after him. The crowd quickly left, leaving the others alone.

"That really happened, though, right?" Vickie asked, sniffling.

"Yeah," Dustin said, his face pale.

"My arm," Chrissy whimpered.

Steve and Eddie moved towards her at the same time. Her arm was completely bent, along with her fingers. She was trembling and shaking.

"Come on, baby, let's get you to the hospital," Eddie said gently.

Eddie's face was dripping with his own blood, but he didn't seem to care about that.

"My car's closer," Steve said.

"Jeff, man, take my van," Eddie said, tossing him his keys. "Make sure the kids get home safely."

"What? No!" Dustin exclaimed.

"We're going with you," Lucas said.

"We have to get Chrissy to the hospital. Don't argue with us," Steve told him.

"I'm coming with you," Vickie sniffled.

Jeff, Frank, and Gareth pulled the two boys away while offering Chrissy their sympathies. Eddie and Steve helped her to Steve’s car. Eddie moved to put her in the passenger's seat but she stopped him.

"Can I sit in your lap?" Chrissy asked. "Please?"

Eddie didn't want to argue with her, so he sat in the passenger's seat and pulled her into his lap, closing the door. Steve drove off quickly once Robin and Vickie slid into the backseat. Chrissy curled up into Eddie, crying into his neck.

"I got you, sweetheart," Eddie softly.

Once they got to the hospital, the staff immediately took care of Chrissy to get x-rays. The doctor had said something about how it looked like she might need surgery to correct it. They had never seen a break like this before. Steve tried hard to pay attention to what they were saying, but his mind kept flashing back to Chrissy hanging in the air, her blank expression, and the sound of screams when her arm snapped. Steve was able to stay with Eddie while his face was being sewn up. It looked like Jason's ring had caught him in the face, tearing off some of his eyebrow. Luckily, the eyebrow was the worst of it. His nose hadn't even been broken.

"Wayne's going to be so pissed," Eddie said when they returned to the waiting room.

"It was Jason who attacked you," Steve scoffed.

"Yeah, that's what I'm saying," Eddie said. "He's going to hunt Jason down for messing with his boy. Man mostly keeps to himself, very quiet, until someone messes with his family."

"That's nice," Steve said. "I have Robin for that."

"You don't have a parental unit to do that for you?" Eddie asked.

"My parents are too busy running their company. Well, my dad is, and my mom is too busy chasing after to him make sure he doesn't cheat," Steve shrugged.

"Jesus, you and Chrissy both have shit parents. You guys need to hurry and marry me so I can share Wayne with you," Eddie laughed.

"Do you have a platonic soulmate that I need to ask permission for? Robin always said that if someone wants to marry me that they have to ask her permission. She was joking. I think," Steve said.

"Is that what you guys call each other?" Eddie asked. "That's cute."

"What's cute?" Robin asked as she walked into the waiting room with Vickie.

"Steve," Eddie sighed dreamily.

"He wants to marry me," Steve said.

"Have you had your shots?" Robin asked.

"What do you take me for? A raccoon?" Eddie asked.

"Well, kind of with the way that black eye is forming, you've almost got yourself a mask," Robin shrugged.

"Aww, thank you, I love raccoons," he beamed. "And their tiny hands."

Steve and Vickie watched in amusement as the other two bickered. They shared a look and rolled their eyes fondly. Steve looked at Vickie knowingly, and she blushed. They were entertained until a nurse came in and let them know that Chrissy didn't need surgery, that they were putting her in a cast as they spoke. She also said that Chrissy insisted on being released as soon as possible. Pretty soon, Chrissy was being led into the waiting room. Chrissy hugged Vickie tightly before moving to hug Robin.

"Thanks for being there for my cousin," Chrissy said softly.

"It's no problem. I'm glad you're not - I'm glad you're okay," Robin said, and Chrissy smiled at her.

She threw herself into Eddie's arms, hugging him tightly before kicking her leg out at Steve. He laughed and wrapped his arms around the both of them. Chrissy buried her face into Eddie's chest, sniffling as Steve pressed kisses into her hair.

"CHRISTINE!" A shrill voice rang out.

"Oh no," Chrissy froze.

"What?" Eddie asked.

"It's my mother," she whispered.

A fierce looking blond woman stormed into the waiting room, followed by a meek looking man.

"Get away from the Munson boy, Christine," Laura sneered.

Steve glared at her. Growing up in the same circle that Chrissy did, Steve had the misfortune to meet Laura a few times. He never liked her. Not one bit.

"It's Chrissy," she said.

"And I've told you before that it's Christine. I don't know where you came up with that god-awful nickname," Laura sniffed.

"From my brother, Matty," Chrissy replied.

"You mean your sister, Matilda," she snapped.

"My brother, Matthew!" She screeched. "Even in death, you still can't respect him!"

"You're sick just like your sister!" Laura exclaimed. "I thought we got all that nonsense sorted out when we sent you to summer camp."

"I re-sorted it when I fucked a girl in your bed on your birthday!" Chrissy laughed.

Laura shrieked and slapped her. Chrissy growled and slapped her back. Laura raised a fist, getting ready to strike her when a hand shot out and grabbed it. A man had come in at some point, a man who looked like Vickie and a bit like Laura except he looked a lot kinder.

"That's enough, Laura," the man said.

"Uncle Matthew," Chrissy cried.

"Dad," Vickie sighed in relief.

"Chrissy, you're an adult now," Matthew said softly. "You're welcome to come home with us or go home with Laura. Just know that if you come home with us, you don't ever have to go back with Laura if you don't want to. You've always had a home with us, Chrissy."

"I want to go home with you, Uncle Matthew," Chrissy said.

"Christine!" Laura shrieked and turned to Phil. "Do something!"

"Why? He never does anything," Chrissy snorted. "He just sits there."

Matthew let go of Laura's hand, and she glared at him.

"Leave, Laura, and I won't call the cops. If you go anywhere near Chrissy, I'll know about it, and I will call the cops. If you show up on my property, I will call cops. You had a chance to be a better mother after Matty died, and you chose not to. You only got worse. You didn't used to be like this, Laura. What happened to my darling twin sister who had dreams of her own?" Matthew asked.

"She grew up," Laura snapped and walked away, Phil following in her footsteps.

Chrissy threw herself into Matthew's arms, and he hugged her tightly as she cried. He kissed her forehead.

"Come on, let's go home. We've got your bedroom still set up," Matthew said.

"Can my friends come with? I just don't want to part from them yet," Chrissy sniffled, looking at Eddie, Robin, and Steve.

"Well, you've had a weird evening. You can have whatever you want, sweetie," Matthew said, tucking her into his side. "As long as they're respectful of you, I don't really care. You guys going to be respectful?"

"Yeah," Eddie, Steve, and Robin said quickly.

Matthew tucked his daughter into his other side, and off they went. Steve, Eddie, and Robin followed them to the Fishers house in Steve's car. Once they arrived at the house, they quickly settled into Chrissy's room.

"So, it seems like Chrissy here doesn't want to be alone, so why don't we just make it one big slumber party?" Matthew asked. "I'll find you guys up some clothes to wear."

He left them alone, and it was completely silent.

"I didn't know it was that bad," Vickie said quietly. "With your mom, I mean."

"Well, I think she's always blamed me for what happened to Matty," Chrissy frowned.

"He died of an asthma attack," Vickie said.

"Yeah, when I was supposed to be watching him," she sighed. "And I was talking about how I always encouraged him to be himself."

"So, your brother . . . ," Steve trailed off.

"Had always been a guy, my mother couldn't accept it. Transgender is what they call people like my brother. Laura threatened to send him to a camp, so I outed myself as being a bisexual polygamist, and they sent me instead. I hated leaving him there, but it was better than the alternative. After I came back, I struggled to find my way back to being myself again, and I did a lot of things to keep them off of Matty's back," Chrissy said. "Including dating Jason."

"I can't believe you did that," Vickie said in awe.

"Shit. You are like my hero," Robin said. "I mean it, you are a badass. You should have your own cape."

"I'm no hero," Chrissy shrugged. "I just loved my brother."

"No, Buckley's right, Chrissy, you're a fucking goddess," Eddie said.

Steve took her hand in his, clutching it tightly as he looked her in the eyes.

"I would totally put a poster of you up on my wall," Steve said seriously, and everyone turned to look at him. "Okay, that came out wrong."

"No, please, elaborate," Chrissy grinned.

"Well, you know, because of the whole superhero thing. . . You know what I mean, stop looking at me like that," Steve blushed.

Chrissy burst into laughter, and everyone else soon followed. Matthew popped his head into the room, quickly deposited a pile of clothes, and popped out again. It was amusing, to say the least, and they laughed for a long time until Chrissy stopped, letting the smile fall from her face.

"I suppose you probably want to know what happened in the parking lot," Chrissy said softly.

"Whenever you're ready to talk about it," Steve said softly.

"The last week or so, I've been having these nightmares followed by these headaches and nosebleeds. It wasn't until today that I started hallucinating this monster, a voice in my head. In the woods, I saw this clock that chimed four times, and spiders started crawling out of it. In the parking lot, it was like one minute I was there and then I was in my house. The dining table was covered in maggot filled food. My father was sitting in his chair, his lips sewn shut, and my mother was sewing my clothes, taking them in like she always does. Then there was this monster. It was covered in these slimy vines, and he had huge claws. He was going to kill me. He said that he wanted to end my suffering, and then I heard Vickie scream, followed by Eddie's scream. This circle or doorway opened up. I jumped through but not before. . . ," Chrissy said, pointing to her arm.

Everyone was silent, pale as curdled milk. It was Vickie who spoke up.

"The boy with the hat. . .," Vickie frowned.

"Dustin," Steve and Eddie said.

"Dustin said something about not this again," Vickie asked. "What did he mean by that?"

Robin and Steve shared a look with each other.

"Hawkin has been cursed for a while, and we all kind of been through this before," Robin said. "It all started with this crazy scientist guy who experimented on children. . ."

Chapter Five

[drovvninq]

ch season 2 opinions

design::

i don't like the new characters' color schemes other than frida. i think the colors work well with her and her character.

confucius' character was wasted, i wish he had more screen time with jfk other than the keyboard warriors scene, plus his bright colors make me want to scream:(

HARRIET TUBMAN'S DESIGN DRIVES ME CRAZY. i understand the whole "ohh her old design wasn't important and the only scene she had was a canceled test scene" stuff but like i wish they'd kept it. she looks like a highlighter to me and i wish they'd given her SOMETHING to make her look more like harriet, maybe the old hair design. she could be any black historical female figure and it wouldn't be surprising.

the new principal girl is fine, idrc about her that much. she isn't too out there but i also think it's really stupid they made her related to joan it just seems like a way for them to get her more screen time

*gulp* ships::

they ruined joanfk, joan didnt act anything like the sarcastic gothy teen she used to be, she was obsessed with being popular and looking cool (ex. cleocoming), and jfk only made sex jokes. no war puns, no funny magic man-esque one liners, nothing. plus he became super clingy and just not the jock he used to be. the whole reason they worked was because they felt open with each other and told each other everything, but in the reboot they hide all sorts of stuff from each other.

i hate harriet and jfk. they should've used that time to develop frida and cleo, who are

the most random ship ever. cleo gave me such homophobic vibes in the first season and to see her date another woman with NO ARC is terrible. she AT LEAST couldve had a "i can date girls?" gag. but no, nothing. it feels so cash grabby and shallow.

i have no sentimental attachment to harriet and confucius, so them dating meant nothing to me. it felt like watching two random people make out: weird, strangely random, and confusing.

it's so scudworth coded to have him in love with a woman that wants him dead.

plot::

cleo had no important points except for cleocoming where she didnt even act like herself. i assume this was to hide the fact that she got a brand new voice actor, but i think she's doing fine. the script is the issue. she's no longer manipulative. she's just mean. the old cleo would've thrown the blood pumpkin rumor right back in joan's face.

the "clone leader test" plot sucked. should've made another cloney island plotline.

booo topher i hate him

[bleachbleachbleach]

You've mentioned you Headcanon Yumichika as the one actually keeping squad 11 going behind the scenes as it were, and that him threatening the squad 11 lackies about cleaning properly vs Ikkaku going “lol loser don’t get caught next time” was proof, I totally agree,

And there’s more supporting subtext in the Post-TYBW chapters; like Ikkaku might be the one to bring up that “hey isn’t the ceremony at the 1st not the 13th?” to Kenpachi, but he looks to Yumi for clarification who's like “wtf that’s your job (lieutenant) to know not mine (3rd seat)?” And the joke is that haha Kenpachi STILL gets lost, while also giving time skip exposition (aka the new ranks of the 11th). But it’s also Yumi foolishly thinking his Captain and lieutenant could at least READ an invitation that is addressed to THEM, not him. Also! Notice Squad 11 is the only one there with a +1/non Captain&Lieutenant in attendance (Yumichika) and no one is like hey what are you doing here? (like not even Ichika or Hanataro got an invite to Rukia's big day lol, or at least the Official Biznezz part). Like Yumi is the official 14th lieutenant

(I think it was mentioned in one of the light novels that Lisa's first choice for her lieutenant was Yumichika and she did ask but he said no. Love that he’s the #1 pick for a promotion but is always turning it down haha even without his Shikai powers truly being known! Also, Lisa and Yumi would have been an iconic Captain/Lieutenant duo y/n?)

and in the Hell Chapter, Ikkaku gets the “honey you are going to be late…what do you mean ‘late for what?’?” treatment from Yumichika. Like Yumi has learned from the last time! He’s gonna keep track of all the ceremonies Ikkaku and Kenpachi gotta attend because clearly Ikkaku being promoted changed nothing and he was a fool for taking his eye off the ball last time lol

(Also, can I say I love how Yumichika and Ichika interact here? She calls him Chika-san! That’s so cute! Do you think they are called the “Chikas” when they hang out together? And she immediately tells him he looks very pretty today and he compliments her right back. idk if it’s cuter that 1. she genuinely thinks he’s very pretty and knows he likes to hear it 2. she’s sucking up to her teacher by sucking up to teacher's SO or 3. she’s trying to stay on Chika-san's good side because she’s scared of being on his bad (she could tell a scolding for SOMETHING was about to happen and she wanted no part lol). Also, Yumi looks AMAZING in this chapter <3)

I also vaguely recall there being a filler arc scene/omake where it’s revealed Yumichika got sent on a mission because he was sorting documents while everyone else was fighting/sleeping/training and either Yaruchi or Kenpachi was like, booo boring go have fun fighting something.

A Lisa/Yumichika division would serve so hard the Gotei wouldn't know what to do with itself. But it would also cease to have a functional 11th, so they will never know the majesty. I'm imagining a Paris is Burning division. Then they'd really know the Gotei under Kyouraku was on a different path than previous!

As to your last paragraph I feel like that might've happened to him a FEW times, ahaha. The one I remember is from the Cake Episode, and it's Hitsugaya who throws him under the bus:

[Bleach e134]

Somehow, in all of Bleach--yes, including main plotline Bleach--the thing that most canonizes Hitsugaya's vindictive streak for me is the fact that in this instance, he does not express or act in deference to one single iota of sympathy for the situation Yumichika has found himself in, despite most certainly having experienced it himself.

Also worth noting that the episode right before this one was *Ikkaku terrorizing a high school kendo team* so no one was doing shittttttt lolol

[doyozen]

would you be able to write something along the lines of slow dancing in the kitchen with loml mark lee ☹️

Absolutely, thank you for your request<33

[11:09 pm]

“i’m gonna start on the dishes,” you say to mark after the two of you had walked through the front door, letting it shut behind you.

mark quickly shakes his head as the two of you slip off your jackets. “no, no, i got it.” he insists and you turn to squint at him. “you hate doing the dishes.”

“no one likes doing the dishes.. silly,” he replies in a ‘duh’ tone that you can’t help but chuckle at, before nodding in agreement. “if you insist.” you weren’t about to pass up a chance of not having to do the dishes.

“mark lee to the rescue,” he jokes, pumping out his chest and smiles at you when you bust into laughter. “wait, at least help me with them.”

you groan and stop in your tracks from where you turned to back to your room to change, knowing you couldn’t say no because he was nice enough to offer. “okay, i’ll help. this way we get them done fast, as long as you stay focused for longer than 5 minutes.”

“oh, that’s not a problem,” he swears, turning on the tap water and holding his hand under it to wait for it to get warm, “we need some music, though.”

“my phones dead.”

“…mine too.”

“booo, you suck,” you tease as you make your way next to him.

he catches you off guard and takes his hand from under the faucet to flick it in your direction, causing water to sprinkle all over you. you gasp and mark bursts into laughter at your reaction, and your first instinct is to reach under the water and return the favor, but he beats you to it when he grabs a hold of your wrists. “i’m sorry! i’m sorry.”

“would you like to do the dishes all by yourself, mark lee?” you taunt, staring up at him while his head goes back in laughter. he quickly shakes his head. “no, i would not.”

you still your face and hide the smile that’s fighting to pour onto your lips, allowing mark to wipe off the water droplets that fell near your lips. it was when he leaned down and pecked them that the smile finally appeared. “so cute.”

“should i charge my phone so we’ll have music to listen to while we clean?” you suggest, unable to stay mad at your adorable boyfriend.

“nah, you don’t have to,” he denies and pulls you a few inches from the sink to the middle of the kitchen. you make a sound of confusion but he ignores it and places your arms around his torso while he finds your waist and pulls you into him.

your confusion falters when he begins to sway you back and forth gently, humming the tune of best part. the only light that’s occupying you is from the stove light, but it somehow made the moment more intimate. mark was always cliché and romantic like that, doing little things that made you feel so special and it’s because you are. you are the most special person to him.

“you’re the best part,” he sings in a murmur, leaning into you so you knew he was speaking to you directly, and your heart swells lovingly. he breaks the closeness between you and pulls back to grab your hand and twirl you, admiring your laugh and how happy you looked in that moment.

“my turn,” he beams, keeping your hand in his to spin his body into yours and almost knock the two of you over, resulting in your laughs getting so intense that you felt your stomach cramp. “mark, you know we are not built for that.”

“we’re great dancers, i have no idea what you’re talking about.”

“mhm… okay, dishes. we need to do them.”

then it was marks turn to groan, “we’re too tired to do the dishes.”

“we?”

“yes. you and i.”

“are you speaking for me?”

“…so you’re not too tired?”

“…you’re right, i definitely am. dishes in the morning!”

[cloudycaffeinatedcryptid]

I have been taken by the sickness again (curse you viruses!) and sleep eludes me. Brainrot does not. What do you think each of the counselors are like when they're sick?

booo viruses :( i hope you feel better soon!

i think Jacob is the most dramatic about it. if you've seen Ferris Bueller's Day Off, he's Cameron

total baby. even just for a cold. injuries, he barely notices, but gods forbid this man start to sniffle

Abi honestly prolly does what you're supposed to - she takes the day off, stays in comfy pants, drinks honey lemon tea & eats toast, takes the gross meds, a bath, & she's good by morning. couldn't be me but. yk. girlbossing

Ryan for sure just pretends it's not happening. he takes some cold n flu meds, keeps a water bottle close, and keeps having to blink spots out of his vision but he's fine! he's fine until his sister notices & chews him out bc he's always telling HER to take it easy when she's sick & "look here, mr. hypocrite, you better get in that bed or ELSE" so then he goes & lays in a dark room, listening to his podcast until he falls asleep

i think Emma prolly complains about it the entire time & spends an hour in a hot bath but i also don't think she stops working. if she can't go out, she's answering emails, keeping her social media updating, working on editing/scheduling/whatever an influencer does. picture Emma in her desk chair with atrocious hair, wrapped in a blanket, three mugs of tea, & a sinus strip just firing off emails

i see Dylan as a low-energy sick. barely awake, shuffling to the kitchen for crackers (he has a weak stomach when sick) wrapped in his comforter with his hair sticking up. sometimes he crashes on the couch, sometimes he makes it back to the bed, but it's all restless sleep, tossing & turning :( he keeps mumbling nonsense to his cat, who definitely tricks him into feeding him twice. you go schrodinger <3

Kaitlyn HATES being sick. she wakes up with a stuffy nose & a fever & she's like... "i'm gonna kill someone today & it might be myself". she has shit to do. she resists as much as she can & tries to do a bunch of things just to spite it, which usually ends up in her crashing hard & sleeping for twelve hours to recuperate. everyone knows to stay out of her way when she's stalking around, pale and clammy with a thermos at her hip, & just wait for the burnout

Nick doesn't get sick, even germs don't want this weirdo. i'm just kidding. kinda. anyway Nick one thousand percent just straight up goes comatose. dead to the world for 24 hours & then he's right as rain when he wakes up. how? no one knows. why? no one is brave enough to ask.

the love of my life, Laura, also tries to strongarm thru it but she's better about it. she takes her meds, sucks on cough drops, prolly drinks coffee to stay awake, & she's better about managing her workload. it's kind of just a background thing to her & it works great until her fever spikes high enough to be noticeable or she slips up & then Max finds out. he coaxes her to lay down on the couch while he makes them some soup & then they watch movies together until she falls asleep :,)

the other love of my life, Max, doesn't stand a chance. he coughs once & his girlfriend has a thermometer in his mouth & a mug of tea warming up. he always tries to downplay it, "honey, really, it's nothing" & it never works. he spends all day with a live-in nurse & he feels bad that she keeps doing things for him so he continuously plays the "i'm feeling better" & she lets him do it for the ten minutes before he throws up, then it's back to bed "& cut the bullshit this time, max"