#i'm boring and a disappointment and awkward and stupid

[forest-fairy-wren]

askbjfh why must i feel so shit and anxious all the fucking time???? can't i just be happy and feel safe and not constantly on edge??? maybe have some motivation too?? maybe stop being such a disappointment all the time??

[barleyo]

Better Things.

Older Bro! Megumi X Little Sis! Reader (smut)

A/N: please read the tags and avoid this if anything mentioned in them discomforts you ^_^ i'm not responsible for your media consumption, so do not read this is if you do not like the sound of it. thanks!! :3

Tags: incest (brother-sister), some misogyny, 25-ish years old megumi, fingering, oral (f receiving), no penetration/dry humping

Wordcount: 2.8k

Megumi did not know whether or not to be angry with you or himself. Maybe a mixture of both— no. No, you. Your fault. 

Very rarely did he have time off from missions. Often, it was back to back assignments in far away places. It had been two or three years since he had seen you last. He went back to your apartment as soon as he came back from an especially lengthy mission, only to find it empty. No furniture, no clutter. No little sister in sight. 

He found your landlord. Some old sleaze, Megumi remembered him well from when he helped you with moving in. He was so angry that day, extra eyerolls and teeth gritting. He never wanted you to be anywhere that wasn't attached to his hip. You weren't meant to be on your own, you needed him to protect you, but you insisted on a little independence. 

"She hasn't lived here for a while, son" the landlord answered, leaning on the frame of his front door, arms crossed. "Said she was moving into college dorms."

College? What did you need college for? To get some degree? A worthless slip of paper to show the four years that you wasted? 

Megumi stomped away from the apartment complex with a look of pure betrayal. 

He'd been sending you money and clothes— anything he could use to keep you entertained while he was gone— over the years. Was that not enough? If you were that damn bored, you could have told him. Megumi would have done something, anything, to keep you stuck safely at home, but no. You weren't at home. 

Were you even alive, he wondered? He had heard stories of those college bastards eating freshman girls alive. Sororities hazing sweet things like you to no end, fuck boys slipping mystery pills into drinks of girls stupid enough not to watch them, and God knew you were just that stupid. What if you got knocked up by some awful frat guy while Megumi was gone? What if you were slutting around campus? Or worse:

What if you had gotten a boyfriend?

Classes here were much harder than you had anticipated. You knew college was a big deal. You hadn't done especially well in high school, either, but the social aspect of college spoke to you so loudly. The movies had hyped it up well. You wanted it all— a spot in a fancy sorority, maybe Chi Omega or Kappa Alpha Theta. You wanted a clique of close girlfriends to gossip with. You wanted to sit in the front row of every class and answer every professor's questions with precision and accuracy. You wanted to be a cheerleader, a book worm, a prodigy, and a notorious knock-out all rolled into one.

Well, year one of college and you were severely disappointed.

You went bidless with every sorority you tried to rush. Friends were hard to keep and come by— your roommate never even spared you a side glance. She was too busy bringing boys home to catch your name, you assumed. You sat in the flooded middle rows in your lecture halls, and the only question you had ever answered correctly was when your physics professor aimlessly asked what day of the week it was.

Your essays were consistently given static, mediocre grades. Your exam scores were less than stellar. The cafeteria's food was tasteless and bland. Your feet constantly hurt from walking around campus all day. Your schedule was awkward and poorly spaced out.

You didn't know why you even left home. Not your old apartment, but home. Home with 'Gumi. Sure, you didn't see him a lot, but if your brother was your only shot at a decent human connection, you'd take seeing him once or twice a month.

You were petty to move out in the first place. You wished you could smack your old self right across her stupid, stupid face! You wish you could shake her by the shoulders and say 'stay home! you aren't cut out for this!'

Who were you joking, thinking you could make it on your own? You weren't very smart, and as much as 'Gumi loved you, he made that very clear.

"You're a girl," he often told you when you were both small children. Some neighborhood boys picked on you, calling you creative names like 'stupid' and 'idiot,' articulated as children do. "Girls aren't supposed to be strong or smart. That's why they have brothers to protect them," he would reason, his logic going unchecked by anyone around him.

"You're a girl," he'd say when you both got a little older. Some boy had played with your hearts, stringing you on. "Guys like hurting girl's feelings. That's why you don't need one." He wanted badly to add, 'you just need me,' to that sentence.

"You don't need to work, you know," he told you after you finally finished high school. "Just stay with me. You don't need to do anything else."

God, you wish you had listened to him. Instead, you had your nose stuck up so high in the air that you would drown if it rained. You left home because you wanted more for yourself, but was this the universe's way of showing you that you had all you needed? You left because you thought you were big and bad, because you thought you were a woman. Well, life was certainly humbling you, because just like Megumi had always told you, you were just a girl. 

A girl sitting in a tiny, cramped dorm room with a dirty nightstand, awful grades, no friends, no place to belong, and no romance. The high hopes you had in the beginning of the semester had plummeted. All you wanted was your older brother. 

After high school, Megumi's overprotectiveness and thinly veiled old fashioned way of thinking was suffocating. You brushed off his words with pouts and huffs. He was right, though. He was always right. You did need him to protect you, to provide for you. 

You needed Megumi to save you from your own stupid choice, and quick.

Finding you was surprisingly easy. There were only a few local colleges. Megumi was certain you weren't anywhere across the country, or God forbid, international. After a little digging, who found that you were attending a community college only ten or so miles away from his house. High acceptance rates, low reputation, and zero tuition. Made sense. 

He scoffed at the idea. How could you go somewhere so lowbrow? He didn't want you enrolled back in school, point-blank, but if you had to go, he would've paid to get you into somewhere much better. He wanted the best for you. This place was not it. 

Hands crossed over his chest, shoulders slouched, Megumi stared at the brick walls of your dorm building. It was old and dilapidated. He was sure the admin board would refer to it as 'rustic' or 'charming,' but really, it was a dump. No place for his baby. Baby sister, he meant, not... not that way, right?

Megumi shook his head, trying to dispel the thought before it could settle. Of course, not that way. He was just protective. You were his sister, and this place was beneath you. It wasn’t about control, it was about making sure you were safe and comfortable. That’s what older brothers did—looked out for their family. He had every right to check on you.

He didn't want to control you. He just wanted you to do what he told you to and to follow his guidance.

Still, standing there in front of your dorm, something gnawed at him. A small voice in the back of his mind whispered that maybe, just maybe, he wasn’t doing this purely out of brotherly concern. He brushed it aside, pushing his hands into his pockets as he glanced up at the windows. One of those was yours, no doubt. He hadn't been able to find the exact dorm number, but the building wasn't very big. A perk, in this case, of the budget college you'd stuck yourself in. 

Megumi sighed, his frustration growing as he scanned the windows. It wasn’t supposed to be like this. You weren’t supposed to be in this kind of place. You had him, and took care of everything for you. Sure, maybe he wasn't physically around often. Maybe he couldn't give you his time, but he gave you everything else. Every card in his name was free for your use. Every cent in his account had your name written all over it, had you have wanted it.

Women are ungrateful, he reminded himself, shaking his head in frustration. It's just how they are.

He turned the corner, making his way toward the entrance, rehearsing what he might say. He wasn’t here to pick a fight. This was just a pick-up. A chance to remind you that you didn’t have to settle for something so mediocre. A chance to bring you back home, where you belonged. His chest tightened as he stepped inside the building. 

The hallway was humid and dimly lit, the faint hum of old fluorescent lights filling the silence. As he approached the stairwell, his footfalls echoed—louder than he appreciated in the still quietness. He didn’t know which room was yours, but he had a feeling he’d know it when he saw it.

Reaching the second floor, he paused in front of a row of doors. His hand hovered for a moment before he forced himself to knock on the one closest to him. He had no plan for what he’d say if this was the wrong room or worse, if you didn’t want to see him ever again. The uncertainty didn’t matter. He’d bring you with him no matter what. 

He wasn’t leaving until you understood that this—this place, this whole plan—wasn’t what was best for you. He’d make you see that you still needed him, even if it meant dragging you out by your wrist like a child. Shoving aside whatever was stirring in the pit of his stomach, an unsettling mix of guilt and something else, he watched the door creak open slightly.

Your puffy, flushed face peeked through the door. Damn it, crying already?

"You don't get to be mad at me," you sobbed angrily. 

This is why Megumi still saw you as a something to be protected. A weak, emotional woman. 

"You left me first! You left and I never knew when you would come back, 'Gumi—" you shook your head, burying your face back into the pillow under you as you corrected yourself, "—Megumi."

Perched behind you, pressing his clothed erection against your ass, Megumi huffed. His chest planted against your back to trap you against your thin, uncomfortable mattress. 

"That's different. I have to work."

You sniffled and felt more tears slip from your eyes. Small stains were starting to cover your pillow. Wet splotches giving away your cries of anger, sadness, and pleasure. 

Megumi’s sigh was heavy, his breath brushing against the back of your neck as he leaned in closer. “You know it’s not the same,” he said, his voice calm, almost patronizing. His arms caged you in, keeping you pinned beneath him, as if he could physically restrain your defiance. "I don’t have a choice. You do. You chose this." His words were measured, but there was a subtle edge to them, the weight of his snark pressing down as much as his body was.

You squirmed beneath him, trying to shift your weight, to pull away from the suffocating feeling of his presence. But he didn’t budge. He never did. "You say it like it’s so easy," you said, your voice cracking with every word. "But you don’t understand. You don't know what it's like to feel so lonely. 'S like you don't love me anymore, 'Gumi, like I'm not important."

Megumi's grip tightened slightly, his chest rising and falling against your back. His voice softened, but the meaning in it remained. "I’m making sure you’re taken care of. That you don’t end up in places likethis." He tipped his head back, gesturing to the disorganized dorm room, even though you couldn't see what he was doing. "Do you know what could happen to you out here? Here where anyone could take you? Hurt you?"

You felt his hands snatch you up by your hips. A more freeing position, sure, but more exposing too. Your ass perched in the air and your face was pushed further into your pillow. 

"I’m the one who's always been there for you, you know that. I always take care of you." 

Cool air whooshed over your bottom. Megumi's palms ran over your cheeks. You could've sworn you heard him groan at the sight before him. Your cunt sticky and spread, nearly as wet as your tears. 

"Don't ever say," he spoke between placing firm licks over your clit from behind, "that I don't love you."

He spat on the little nub, slicking you up. From broad strokes to pointed swirls against the tip of your clit, Megumi felt himself growing lost in you. He'd wanted this for so long, he just didn't know it. He didn't know why he wanted to so close to you, why he felt the primal need to protect you, but it all made sense now.

One protects their property, don't they? They get a guard dog to chain up at the edge of it. They keep watch, armed on their porch, ready to shoot anything that moves.

A foreign feeling entered you. A snaking tongue slurped at your hole, wriggling deep inside and toying with your tight walls. 

"'Gumi, no," you couldn't fight it. Embarrassed as you were, you wanted— needed, to cum.

Fingers replaced the intruding tongue. The angle was all too good. Too perfect. You felt drool prick the corner of your mouth and heat rise through your lower body. It was like a wire wrapped around your womb and cinched, tighter, tighter, tighter—

"Awh! No, no more," you cried out. "Can't take anymore!"

"No?" Megumi looked almost amused. "Still sensitive, huh? Guess no guys have broken you in yet."

You shook your head slowly.

"Good. We'll fix that, then. At home."

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Wrong locker part 2

Part 1

From the bottom of my heart, I want to thank everyone for the love wrong locker got 🫶🏻 it was an original idea and it means the world so many of you loved it. So as promised, here is your Christmas present. A very happy ending and I hope you guys all love it and it was worth the wait.

Robin hasn't spoken to Y/N since she returned her jacket. Which was weeks ago. She knew she shouldn't care and that she shouldn't be disappointed, but she did.

She went from wondering if Vickie was the wrong choice to knowing she was. Turns out, Vickie and Robin only had band and were into girls in common. Their conversations were boring and died out within seconds. The relationship was nothing like Robin wanted or thought it would be like. She always compared everything to how it was with Y/N. And nothing matched it.

~~~

"Are you sure you're happy in your relationship?" Steve asked, he clicked on the computer as Robin sat on the counter next to him. She ignored as customers walked by.

"I think it's time I admit that I'm miserable." Robin answered, "Vickie and I have nothing in common. We barely go on dates because it's so awkward. We only hang out during school. It's just nothing like..." Robin trailed off when she realized what she was about to admit.

"Y/N?" Steve answered for her. He could see it. There was a different look in Robin's eyes when Y/N was in her life. Steve noticed it was gone once they broke it off.

"I think you fell for Y/N over those dates and calls. And that's okay, Robin. It's okay to fall for someone different. You had this picture painted of what you thought Vickie would be like. You had this vision and the vision was better than the reality. Y/N was the opposite. You never painted a picture with her and you never had expectations of her. You fell for her because you weren't trying to. That's when it's most real."

Robin couldn't help but let Steve's words sink in.

"You're right. Now what the hell do I do?"

"Break up with Vickie. And the rest..that's all up to you."

~~~

Robin held her breath as she walked into the small bar, the bar Y/N brought her for their first date....now that Robin can admit it was.

She scanned the bar, her eyes looking for someone in particular. She heard the clinks of the pool balls, she turned her head and there she was. Y/N had her arms wrapped around a girl. She was shorter than Y/N, she had brown hair and blue eyes. Robin couldn't help but feel like she was watching a flashback. But she wasn't. She was front-row seat as she watched Y/N move on.

Robin wanted to ignore the painful feeling in her stomach. And the feeling that she was going to throw up her lunch. She felt jealousy wash over her bare arms, and goosebumps formed as she shivered. Robin almost felt stupid for showing up, for thinking that there was a possibility Y/N would be torn apart the way Robin felt. She dashed towards the bar when she saw Y/N look over, she clenched her eyes shut as she prayed she wasn't seen.

Of course, Robin didn't have that luck. Y/N and the girl walked over to the bar, hand in hand. Robin swallowed the lump in her throat as the girl ordered a drink. Her voice sounded squeaky and it rang in Robin's ears.

Robin heard them talk then the girl walked off in the direction of the bathroom. Robin tried to hype herself up, she came here to see Y/N and this was her chance.

Just say hi, be nice and maybe she'll be nice back

"Pool trick your move with all the girls?"

Robin gasped at her own words, her hand slammed over her mouth as she clenched her eyes in embarrassment. She thought it but she didn't mean to say it. So much for hoping Y/N would be nice.

"Just the ones I wanna take home. What's it to you?" Y/N said, her tone was annoyed and rough. Robin wanted to shrink in her seat as Y/N didn't even turn her head to talk to her. She stared after the bathroom as she slammed a shot.

Robin felt her stomach turn at the thought of Y/N taking home a random girl. Not that she had the place to be upset about it. She single-handedly ruined whatever relationship that could have been.

"Where's Vickie?" Y/N couldn't help but ask. Y/N used to never have any hard feelings towards the redhead but now she couldn't help but hate her. Envy her. She never felt insecure within herself, but now all she wanted to do was be Vickie.

"I broke up with her," Robin said with a shrug, she kept her eyes on Y/N, wishing in her head that she'd turn to look back at her.

"Why would you do that?" This time she finally turned to look at Robin.

"I realized I was only happy with the idea of her. We didn't have anything in common, and we didn't click. I didn't feel....didn't feel the way I felt with you." Robin admitted, her eyes soft and genuine as she looked into Y/N's. She could see the conflict flicking through Y/N's eyes, the words taking effect on her as her mouth pouted.

"Do you know how much of an idiot I look like? I let my guard down because I liked you, and you took advantage of that. The only two things you felt with me were the anxiety of telling me the truth and the excitement of making her jealous, so screw you. You wanted her and you got her, that's where our time in the sun was done. I don't want anything to do with you." Y/N spat, not waiting for her girl to come out of the restroom as she marched right out the door.

~~~

Robin left Y/N alone after that night. It killed her and it hurt, but she didn't want Y/N to hate her even more. She felt guilty that Y/N knew about how excited she felt making Vickie jealous. Robin wished she thought everything through. She should have come clean right away, and maybe she could have still agreed to the date. She shouldn't have been stuck on Vickie and ignored all the possibilities around her.

Even though they didn't talk, Robin always looked for Y/N in the halls. Sometimes she felt a small shimmer of hope when Y/N stared back, for a few solid seconds before she shook her head and looked away. Robin hoped that there was a small part of Y/N that kept those feelings she felt for Robin months ago.

Robin entered a new level of hell when Y/N began to date a cheerleader. They were the perfect couple. Y/N was the captain of the volleyball team and her perfect, rich, pink, and giggly girlfriend, Blane, was on the cheerleading team. This meant Robin had to watch Blane cheer for Y/N, run to her after the game, and smash her perfect pink lips right on Y/N. It made Robin sick. It made her want to cry, vomit, and commit murder all at the same time. But also made Robin realize Y/N was long gone. She already did the upgrade, from band geek girlfriend to cheerleader girlfriend. There wasn't a chance in this hell that Y/N would run back to the band geek.

~~~

It was Y/N's birthday, and Blane invited everyone to celebrate weeks ago. Robin was surprised when she got the invite. She was surprised to hear Blane's voice on the other end inviting her directly. Robin figured it was a surprise party as Y/N didn't say a word about it when they passed in the halls.

But Robin wasn't going to waste the opportunity she had to see Y/N again. Robin spent the whole week perfecting Y/N's gift. She knew she had a lot of apologizing and work to do, and she hoped this showed how much of an effort she truly planned to make. But the gift also could cause issues with Blane, and honestly? Robin was ready to knock the bitch down a peg or two.

Robin even cracked and begged Nancy for help. Robin needed to dress to impress, and Nancy was the girl with all the confidence.....and clothes. Nancy knew who Robin was and stayed close to her wild style. A simple black dress that Robin covered with a dark jean jacket and sneakers. Nancy added a tiny bit of makeup to Robin's eyes, and a nice pink gloss to her lips.

Robin held her present in a tight grip as she walked into the party. Even though Robin rushed to get ready, she still arrived late. Half the party was already drunk and wobbling around. Robin set down her gift on a table that seemed to be the gift table.

She walked around, hoping to catch sight of Y/N. But she did find Blane at the drink table. Robin walked over, grabbed a drink, and took a deep breath.

"Thanks for inviting me!" Robin said a fake smile on her face.

"Of course! I honestly don't know half the people here. I called everyone that Y/N had their number written down and saved. Figured that's where the important people are. So hey! If you're here, you must be a great friend." Blane slurred, her hand patting Robin on the shoulder.

Robin was barely a friend, and she didn't want to be a friend. But she wasn't going to admit that to Y/N's girlfriend.

"So, how did you and Y/N get together?" The curiosity has been killing Robin. But the answer might finish her off.

"Hooked up at a party, nothing very romantic. We haven't been together long, feels more like a good fuck, you know? She's so confident and rough. I was too insecure about competition, and I knew no one go for her because they were too scared. So I figured hey! Who's gonna take her from me? No one. I can get great orgasms, sleep off with other people, and not have to worry about her attention leaving me." Blane shrugged, her drunk words filled Robin with more rage than she ever felt.

"That's a bit bitchy don't you think? The girl has feelings." Robin argued.

"Y/N? Feelings? No, that girl likes sex and that's all. I don't think she's capable of having feelings." Blane scoffed.

"Maybe not for you," Robin said under her breath, but not quite enough.

"Excuse me? If she would have feelings for someone, it would be me. Look at me." Blane said, and Robin couldn't help but look. Blane was easily gorgeous and it was easy to fall in love with her based on looks. Her personality immediately killed it.

"Open relationship then?" Robin asked, trying to change the subject of how perfect Blane was. Robin felt even more insecure as she tugged on her dress.

"Oh no. Y/N is way too loyal for that, even if it's just sex. But me? What she doesn't know what hurt her." Blane said, Robin, couldn't believe how she said these things without a moment of guilt.

"You're unbelievable. Y/N deserves better." Robin scoffed, she grabbed her drink and prepared to leave.

"Wait a second," Blane said, she grabbed Robin's arm and turned her around. Blane studied her face, her face sobering up a tad. "I knew you looked familiar. You're the girl in the frame! In Y/N's room! The girl wearing the jacket at the arcade."

Robin couldn't help but smile at the fact that Y/N kept a framed picture of her. Her cheeks flamed red and her heart raced.

"Now it all makes sense." Blane laughed, "You want her back, don't you? Seeking out the girlfriend to get the details you needed before you made the move." Blane said, shoving Robin.

"Hey! I didn't seek out details, you were saying it all on your own." Robin defended herself. "I do want her back. And it seems like you barely care about her so why don't we just call a truce? You can get great sex somewhere else, and Y/N can be with someone who cares about her." Robin thought her words were nice. But apparently, Blane thought differently. Robin felt a sticky liquid poured over her head.

A crowd formed around them as everyone gasped. Robin bit her lip as she wiped the liquid out of her eyes.

"Pathetic. Do you think she'll run back to you? You're nothing. You sit on the sidelines in everyone's life, including hers. Go back to the bench where you belong." Blane said, she turned around and her ponytail flipped in Robin's face.

Robin couldn't help herself. She was filled with rage and insecurity. She already knew getting Y/N back was a lost chance. She knew she was a side character in everyone's life, but to hear it said to her face by the bitch of high school. She wasn't taking it. And in a way, Robin wanted to fight for Y/N, what's better than taking down their girlfriend?

Robin grabbed her ponytail and yanked her backward. Blane let out a high-pitched scream as she tried to get Robin's grip off of her. Robin let go but tackled Blane to the ground.

"FIGHT! IT'S A GIRL FIGHT!" some drunk asshole screamed. He was filled with way too much excitement.

Robin and Blane rolled around on the floor, barely hitting each other but still fighting to be on top.

"OFF!" Robin heard someone scream and arms wrapped around her waist. She felt herself being easily lifted into the air. Robin trashed as the person began to bring her outside.

"LET ME GO. I SWEAR I'LL CALL THE COPS!" she threatened.....or Steve.

"That would backfire on you, sweetheart," Y/N said as she let Robin go. Robin stood on her feet and turned around to see Y/N there with a pissed-off expression. Robin clenched her thighs as she took her in. She wore tight blue jeans, a white tank top with layered necklaces, the bottom one resting perfectly on her chest, and a black belt with chains looped through.

"What the fuck is your problem?" Y/N snapped Robin out of her thoughts.

"You didn't hear what she said about you?" Robin argued, her hands gesturing to the house, where Blane probably sat crying.

"Why would you care?" Y/N asked, her arms crossed as she tried to conceal her anger.

"DO YOU PAY ATTENTION TO ANYTHING?" Robin screamed, she felt like she was constantly telling Y/N how she felt, and Y/N just ignored it.

"I DON'T KNOW WHAT YOU WANT FROM ME, I DON'T KNOW WHAT YOU WANT AT ALL! WE TALKED AND DECLARED IT WAS OVER. WHAT ELSE DO YOU WANT?" Y/N screamed back. She wanted to tug her hair out. She couldn't stand the sad puppy eyes Robin gave her. She hated feeling pittied and she hated Robin felt so guilty that she wanted to make it up to her. Y/N wasn't supposed to be hurt.

"I WANT YOU! ISN'T THAT CLEAR?" Robin screamed as she stomped her foot in the grass. "I DIDN'T GO TO THE BAR THAT NIGHT JUST TO ADMIT MY MISTAKE!! IT WAS TO ADMIT TO YOU THAT I CAN'T GET YOU OUT OF MY HEAD...."Robin took a deep breath, "it was to admit that I love you and I want a chance to be with you again. This time with no fear, no anxiety, and no afraid to feel things for you. Because it's not a bad thing. Getting to be with you, was beautiful and it was joyful. You were happy, and you can't tell me you weren't."

"Robin," Y/N sighed as she ran her hands over her face. "It wasn't even real. I was happy because I thought it was something real. I thought I could be loved, don't you get that? How can I just believe you now? What if you don't even love me, you just loved the feeling of being with me."

Robin didn't know Y/N felt so much insecurity. And she felt even worse for playing with her emotions.

Robin walked over to her, not wasting a second before she smashed her lips on Y/N's. Robin felt a zoo of butterflies fluttering around in her stomach as Y/N kissed her back. Robin's hands wrapped around Y/N's shoulders, and Robin shivered as Y/N's hands wrapped around her waist. She gripped Robin's dress and kissed her deeper. Robin melted under her control, submitting herself to be under her power. Y/N's warm tongue touched Robin's as they kissed. Y/N tasted like beer and gum, somehow a taste Robin needed more and more of.

They pulled back when they needed air, but Robin kept her hands on Y/N, hoping it would keep the girl in place.

"I love you, and I love the feeling I feel with you. I love both, and I can't love one without the other. Vickie was a mistake, and I'm sorry I had to learn that while hurting you. I know I want you and I know I want us. Please let me show you that?" Robin begged, her forehead pressed against Y/N's as she closed her eyes. In case she said no, at least Robin could soak in the last few moments.

It was silent and Robin grew more nervous. She cracked open one eye to see Y/N staring at her with a smile.

"Can I admit I love you with both your eyes open?" Y/N giggled, and Robin never thought she'd hear that.

Robin opened her eyes immediately, a dopey smile on her face as she watched Y/N's mouth move.

"I love you and I'll give you the chance. Just don't make me regret it!" Y/N threatened, a finger pointed right at Robin but a teasing smile covered Y/N's face.

"Deal," Robin said, pressing her lips against Y/N's again.

"Kicked her ass." Y/N laughed against Robin's lips, not caring how sticky Robin's whole face was.

"She deserved it." Robin shrugged, happily attaching their lips again.

~~~

A box of a tiny locker rested in the gift box on the table, with love notes all written to Y/N. All in the right locker.

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meet me at midnight

summary: new year's eve, 1983. a rooftop, an epiphany, and a kiss that changes everything

wc: 5k

ship: eddie munson x f!henderson!reader

warnings: underage drinking, mentions of drugs and smoking, mention of barb's death (rip queen), stancy (eugh), kissing, the reader being jealous and insecure and also kinda stupid.

a/n: writing stancy made me physically ill. i really do love nancy but i'm afraid i wrote her terribly ooc in this ugh. also, do i headcannon eddie as a saxophone player? yes, yes i do. why? no fucking clue. robin's favorite band is named 'blush' after maya hawke's first album.

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meet me at midnight

December 31st, 1983

"Sweet dreams are made of this, who am I to disagree?"

You were inclined to, that's for sure.

Annie Lennox's voice booms throughout the house as you tuck yourself further into the corner you've managed to claim, a lukewarm cup of punch in hand. It feels like the entire student body of Hawkins High is here at Tina's party, bodies jostling each other on the makeshift dance floor and spilling down the hallway like an overflowing sink, even trickling outside onto the deck to smoke despite the frosty air.

You shift your weight from one heeled boot to the other and choke down a sip of your drink, wincing at the alcohol burning its way down your throat. Leave it to some thickheaded jock to make a punch that's almost entirely rum, you think as you abandon the solo cup on the nearest shelf and pull your sweater sleeve down to check the time.

It's not nearly as late as you'd hoped, the glowing green numbers reading ten-thirty, and you drop your arm with a sigh. An hour and a half before midnight and an hour and a half way too long in your opinion.

"Having fun?" Nancy's face is flushed as she squeezes her way through the dancing crowd to you, dragging Steve by the hand.

Absolutely not.

"Oh, totally!" Your smile feels so forced you're sure she'll notice and call you out but it never comes, both to your relief and disappointment; once upon a time you'd been thick as thieves, the best of friends just like your little brother and hers, before she'd ditched you for Barb and left you behind in the dust.

Barb, whose body lies in another dimension, frozen forever at sixteen.

Yeah, you're still processing that last part and you were there, standing beside Dustin as Eleven confirmed Nancy's worst fear, heart breaking for your former best friend as she cried into Jonathan's arms.

(Later that night, when everything was said and done and you were safe in bed with your little brother sleeping soundly across the hall was when you cried for Barb, too, a girl who was kind and innocent and undeserving of her terrible fate.)

Your relationship's been on the mend ever since but as much as it hurts to admit, you'll never be as close as you once were and Nancy's inability -or unwillingness, you think bitterly- to pick up on your unhappiness is only further proof.

"Wanna come dance with us?" She asks, oblivious, and you shake your head, crossing your arms to keep her from grabbing your hand because as bored as you are, being a third wheel would be even worse. You already feel bad for crashing their date by tagging along for the drive here, even though they both insisted on giving you a ride.

"Trust me, that wouldn't be pretty. Dusty says I dance like a school chaperone."

Steve bursts out laughing at that and it makes your heart do a little flip in your chest, even as Nancy fondly shakes her head. "Come on, you're not that bad."

"Oh no, I am." You wrap your arms tighter around yourself as someone opens the front door and lets in a freezing blast of air. "Seriously, I'm good. I think I'm gonna go grab some snacks."

"Try the snickerdoodles! I ate, like ten of them." Steve admits that last part pretty sheepishly and the way Nancy stares up at him with the most adoring look in her eyes makes you feel like you're intruding on something private.

You offer an awkward smile in thanks and with a tiny wave from Nancy, they melt back into the mess of bodies dancing along to Cyndi Lauper, leaving you alone once again.

For no less than the fifth time tonight, you wish Robin was here, not halfway across the state visiting her grandparents. While you might've lost Nancy as your best friend in middle school, you gained another: Robin had also been dropped by Barb and so it was only fitting that the two of you became fast friends, not just acquaintances that sat beside each other in the band's trumpet section.

(You miss Nancy honestly, you really do, but sometimes you think being ditched was one of the best things that's ever happened. You and Robin just click, two peas in a pod, and to you, she feels like the sister you always wish Nancy would've been.)

If Robin was here, she would've already made some quip about Steve and his coiffed hair, or Carol and the permanent expression on her face that made her look like she smelled something bad, or Jason and his attempts to impress Chrissy with his awful dance moves, and it would've had you doubled over in laughter.

She wouldn't let you wallow in the corner by yourself, an outsider looking in, both unwilling and unable to throw caution to the wind and just let go. But she's not here, so wallowing it is.

Being kind to yourself has never been your strong suit.

As if the universe is listening, mocking, a gap in the crowd grows just enough to give you a perfect view of Steve and Nancy swaying in each other's arms and you hate the bitter taste that suddenly floods your mouth.

You have no right to be jealous.

You've never admitted your little crush on Steve to yourself, let alone Nancy: how was she supposed to know? You're not even sure if it's all about him in the first place because sure, you think he's cute -you always have- but you get the same gnawing feeling watching Bradley spin Tina around the room in a playful waltz or Nate stealing a kiss from Georgina under the mistletoe still hanging in the doorway and you can barely tolerate either of those idiots.

It's all so terribly confusing.

Steve twirls Nancy under his arm and then dips her low to the ground, her delighted laughter reaching your ears even over the pounding music and something ugly blooms in your chest. You make your escape before you can do something stupid like cry, weaving your way across the living room and down the hall toward the kitchen with your head down.

…Which is precisely how you end up head butting one of your classmates directly in the chest when you turn the corner.

They give a soft 'oof' of surprise and you're absolutely mortified when you realize it's a boy, not just from the tone of his voice but from the toes of his white Reeboks bumping into your boots.

The same shoes you've heard keeping time in band every day since seventh grade, tapping along to the beat on the riser behind you with the rest of the saxophone players. The same shoes you see at the desk in front of you in third period English, still tapping along to the music that's always running through his mind, accompanied by the furious scribbling of a pencil across paper as he jots down lyrics for a new song.

You wince and keep your head down, hoping he'll just act like nothing happened and go on his merry way and just when you're about to think you're in the clear-

"Ow. You have a hard head, Henderson."

Shit, you think. Of course you had to literally run into the one person you feel like you can't speak two words to without making a complete fool of yourself; something about Eddie just makes you flustered beyond belief and you really wish you knew why 'cause it's, to put it frankly, annoying.

Really fucking annoying.

"Shit." You say out loud, quickly looking up to meet his big brown eyes before glancing away and staring at the zombie adorning the front of his Iron Maiden shirt instead. "Sorry, wasn't paying attention."

"No shit, Sherlock." He teases but there's no trace of malice in his voice, just amusement, even as his ringed hand comes into view and rubs the spot where your forehead crashed into his chest. "You okay?"

Embarrassment burns your face and you cross your arms defensively, firing back with a weak insult you're sure he can see right through 'cause if there's one thing you're good at, it's looking like an idiot all day, every day.

"I'm fine. You're not looking very festive, Munson."

He snorts in laughter and you finally gather the courage to meet his eyes again, only to find him already looking down at you with something behind his gaze that you can't quite figure out.

"I think you're festive enough for the both of us." He gestures to your deep navy sweater dotted with bursts of silver thread that give the illusion of stars. "You look really pretty, by the way."

Your brain short circuits.

Pretty? You're wearing your mom's sweater and Eddie thinks you look pretty?

You're too busy trying to get your mouth to work as the silence stretches on -you'll take a 'huh?' at this point, or maybe even an unintelligible squeak, just say something, you moron- to notice the pink blooming high in his cheeks and the way he speaks in a rush, the words all jumbling together so fast it's hard for your frazzled mind to understand what he's saying.

"-your help, so keep watch, okay?"

Keep watch?

He turns and strides into the kitchen without another word and you end up following a few seconds later, after you've finally recovered enough to get your legs working, at least.

You find him standing by the big bowl of punch, rummaging around the array of bottles littering the island, every so often picking one up to inspect before putting it back in its place with a shake of his head. To your surprise, it's not more alcohol he finally picks up but a two-liter of Sprite and at last you get your mouth to work as you blurt out, "What the hell are you doing?"

"Fixing this shitty ass punch." He's not even phased by your sudden question, save for the quick smile he sends your way as he pours the entire bottle in. "Have you tried it? Jesus, Jan would be disgusted."

You cross your arms and lean your hip against the counter, keeping an eye on the door just like he'd asked. "I have, unfortunately. Who's Jan?"

"Bartender at the Hideout." Eddie throws a reply over his shoulder as he digs around in the fridge, yelling triumphantly when he finds whatever he's looking for. It turns out to be a can of pineapple juice and he dumps that in, too, turning the blue punch a pretty shade of green. "My band plays there on-"

"-Tuesdays, I know." You interrupt without thinking and rush to explain yourself, almost tripping over your words when he turns his curious gaze on you.

"Um, there's this all-girl band Robin loves, Blush. We go see them sometimes and end up staying to watch you guys, too, because you're really good-" You pause at the smile slowly growing wider on his face and shake your head. "-but you already knew that, didn't you?"

He shrugs, still grinning like the Cheshire Cat as he stirs some cherries into the punch, then dishes out two cups and pushes one across the island to you.

"Yeah, I see you there a lot. You're kind of hard to miss when the rest of the audience is just five old drunk dudes."

Your laugh rings in the cavernous kitchen as you push off the counter to grab your drink, tapping it against his when he holds it out toward you.

"Cheers."

You're not sure what to expect when you take that tentative first sip but it's definitely not something sweet and smooth with just the right amount of fizz, the burn of the rum still present but not as overpowering as it was before.

"Okay, so I don't know how you managed to make this shit taste good but you did."

Eddie sweeps into a low bow and you hide a smile behind your cup at his theatrics. "Thank you, thank you. I do accept tips, you know, and all proceeds go directly to Jan so she can buy herself a car."

You smile wider and take another sip. "I'd love to donate but I left my purse at home, I'm afraid."

He clicks his tongue in mock disappointment before leaning forward across the island and waving you closer, dropping his voice to such a low whisper you would've had to move in anyway to even hear him.

"How about I make you a deal, Henderson? Come watch us next Tuesday, slip Jan a twenty, and I'll play a song -any song- just for you."

"Ooh, tempting." You whisper back just as quietly, tapping a finger against your chin even as a weird feeling takes hold in your stomach at his offer. "Any song I want? How about-"

"Hold on, I take that back. Any song but 'September.'"

Your jaw drops. "How'd you know-"

"Because I hear you humming it every day in band, that's how."

"Oh." How the hell does he know you hum that song when half the time you don't even realize you're doing it? You've annoyed Dustin enough to know it's true, after he told you in no uncertain words. "How about I make you a deal? I give Jan thirty dollars and Corroded Coffin covers Earth, Wind & Fire."

He stares at you for a beat longer before slowly breaking out into a smile. "…I'll think about it."

You've always know he has a pretty smile, catching glimpses of it across the cafeteria from where you sat with Robin and the rest of the marching band or in crowded hallways as you rushed to make it to your locker in between classes, but having its full force directed right at you knocks the very breath right out of your lungs.

"it's not a no, so…works for me." You say, propping your chin in one hand and swirling your cup in the other, watching the opaque green liquid spin around like the center of a hurricane. "Why'd you have me guard the door, anyway? I wouldn't call making this sludge drinkable very deviant of you."

"Please," Eddie scoffs, mirroring you exactly. "'Resident metalhead spotted adding mixers to the jungle juice?' I can't trash my reputation like that."

"No, never." You huff a laugh under your breath. "You'd be ruined."

He laughs, too, and you're not sure when it became so warm in here but it's making you want to roll your sweater sleeves up to your elbows.

"See! I knew you'd have my back, Henderson."

The more you think about it, the more you realize you always have. Every time the rumor mill paints him in a bad light, you're there to put it all to rest with nothing more than a perfectly directed scowl because you like Dio, too and wear black nail polish and occasionally play DnD with Dustin and his friends when they need a sub and no one's ever accused you of worshiping Satan for fuck's sake.

If any of them would bother to look deeper than the surface, they'll see what you do, that he's kind and sweet and caring and you know because you've seen him prove it with your own eyes: driving the rest of the Hellfire Club home if they didn't have rides, sticking up for the freshmen when the seniors decide to be cruel, and even now, witnessing him first hand try to raise money for a coworker to buy a car (granted that method might be called borderline manipulation but still, at least it's for a good cause).

"'Course I do." It's both too simple a statement and more than you ever wanted to admit and the way he's staring at you feels different, somehow, different and yet not unwelcome as you stare right back…

(Has he always had that dusting of freckles across his nose?)

…which is why you end up putting your foot in your mouth without even realizing it. "That's what friends are for, right?"

"Right, yeah."

Something flickers behind his brown eyes but it's gone before you can put your finger on it and he's smiling that smile again, pointed canines on full display as he hastily nods and straightens, downing the rest of his drink in one go.

"Do you have the time?" He sheepishly holds up his bare wrist. "Forgot my watch."

"Oh, sure." The sudden change of subject nearly gives you whiplash as you push your sleeve up to check. "Almost eleven fifteen."

"No time to lose, let's go." He grabs a napkin and swipes a few cookies from the counter, tucking them away into the pocket of his leather jacket.

"Go where?"

"You'll see." Eddie nods his head toward the doorway and holds out a hand, silver rings catching the harsh kitchen lights. "C'mon, you trust me?"

"Against my better judgement." You tease and his laugh is downright devilish when you take his hand anyway, letting him lead you out into the hall.

You're not prepared for the warmth of his palm or the rough, calloused touch of his fingers or how your hand looks so small in his as he expertly weaves through your classmates milling about until you reach the bottom of the stairs, pausing just long enough to make sure the coast is clear before dashing up to the second floor.

"Are we even allowed up here?" You whisper and while the little conspiratorial grin on his face doesn't do much to ease your mind, the quick squeeze he gives your hand somehow does.

"Nope!" He leads you down the dark hallway with practiced ease, opening the last door on the left before pulling you inside and softly shutting it behind you both.

"I feel like a delinquent." Your quiet voice echoes in the large room, clearly Tina's from the Hawkins High cheer uniform hanging on the closet door and the over abundance of pink, and he snickers as he drops your hand to grab a blanket draped over the desk chair.

"Live a little, Henderson!" He opens another door, this one leading out onto a moonlit balcony -Jesus, you knew Tina's family was rich but come on- and holds it for you as you step outside. It's just beginning to snow, specks of white drifting down silently and forming a barely there dusting on the railing and you hold out your hand to catch one, watching as the tiny flake instantly disappears from the heat of your palm.

"C'mon, I'll give you a boost." Eddie says, tossing the blanket up onto the section of roof that's just a bit lower than the others.

"Don't tell me you shoot webs from your wrists." You joke, warily eyeing the spot even as you step forward and stand in front of him, grabbing the edge with both hands.

"Nah, I couldn't handle the responsibility of being Spider-Man." He moves closer and hovers his hands over your sides. "Still trust me?"

You nod.

"Can I touch you?" His voice is a low whisper in your ear and when a shiver runs down your spine, you blame it on the sudden gust of wind, nothing more.

You nod again.

His hands are big and oh so warm as he places them on your waist and before you know it, you're lifted onto the roof without so much as a warning, the rough shingles cold against your knees even through the thick denim of your jeans.

Holy shit, he's strong.

You don't even get the chance to offer your hand as he pulls himself up with an almost casual grace and spreads the blanket out, each step he takes so confident and sure, like he's done it time and time again.

"So, you sure know your way around Tina Williamson's roof." You carefully crawl closer and take a seat beside him, close enough that the length of your body is pressed right up against his to ward off the cold.

To be fair, you're also the slightest bit terrified of somehow falling right off the edge and it's like he reads your mind when he shuffles even closer and rests his arm along the curve of your back, not quite touching but near enough that you just know he'll catch you.

"Found out I could climb up here two years ago and-" He explains, pointing off somewhere beyond the back yard in the vague direction of town. "-it's got a killer view of the fireworks."

"It's peaceful." The sounds of the festivities have faded to nothing more than a faint thumping of bass and the occasional burst of laughter floating up from the smokers on the back deck. "So for the last two years, every party Tina's thrown, you've just been hiding up here?"

"More like escaping." Eddie shrugs and stares ahead at the snow-covered trees. "I don't even want to come to these things and I'm only invited 'cause I deal. Once these rich kids get their stuff and I get paid…no one really cares where I go so I just do what I want."

You care.

"All by yourself?"

He nudges you with his shoulder and when you turn to face him, that same look from earlier is behind his eyes, the one from the hallway and the kitchen that you still can't quite figure out. "You're the only person I've ever brought up here."

"Really?"

It's cold, the snow starting to fall a little bit heaver now, and yet you're so, so warm under his gaze as he nods, the corners of his mouth turned up ever so slightly in the softest smile you've ever seen from him.

It's like hot chocolate on a snowy day or a cozy blanket on a cold night, safe and warm and feeling more than a little like home.

"I'm trusting you with this, Henderson. Don't abuse your power."

You smile and duck your head, pulling your sweater sleeves down further over your cold fingers. "Wouldn't dream of it, Munson."

You'd nearly forgotten all about the cookies hidden in his jacket pocket until he nudges your arm and hands you two, one of his own hanging out of his mouth and you realize they're the snickerdoodles Steve had told you to try.

For the first time, the thought of him doesn't make your stomach twist or your chest hurt. Honestly? You don't really feel anything in particular, other than the fact that he has damn good taste in desserts as you take a bite of your cookie, perfectly baked and covered in just the right amount of cinnamon and sugar.

No wonder he ate ten of them.

You finish eating in silence but you don't feel the need to fill it with anything other than the sound of your breathing; Eddie doesn't either and for who knows how long you sit side by side, watching tiny snowflakes lazily fall from the sky. They dot his dark hair with spots of white and a laugh slips from your mouth before you can stop it.

"What?" He turns your way and you just shake your head as you reach over and brush some flakes from the ends of his curls.

"The snow in your hair, it kinda looks like powdered sugar."

"Oh, so you think I'm sweet?" He waggles his eyebrows and you laugh so hard you have to lean on his shoulder to keep from falling over. The arm he has resting behind you's now fully pressed against your back and it feels like a live wire running along your spine.

"I never said that!"

"But you implied it." Your breath catches as he gently brushes some snow from your hair as well, the warm, calloused pads of his fingers glancing along your face. "And good thing 'cause I think you're sweet, too."

You suddenly get the feeling you've missed something very very important as you scoot away just far enough to turn and face Eddie fully. Down below, your classmates flood out onto the back deck to wait for the fireworks as the new year approaches but you could care less, all of your focus right in front of you on big brown eyes and tiny freckles and a beautifully devastating smile.

"Me?" You speak quietly into the cold air, the question forming swirling white wisps that float above your heads for a fleeting second before disappearing into the night.

You could elaborate but you don't have to because you know he knows exactly what you mean as his hand hovers in the air between you for a long moment before he finally reaches forward and tucks a loose strand of hair behind your ear.

"I thought I was being obvious." He says, a red hue coloring his cheeks that you know now is definitely not from the cold.

"Why?"

"Why did I think I was being obvious? Henderson, I'm gonna play Earth, Wind & Fire for you!"

"No, why do you…why me?"

It makes him pause, a gentle furrow to his brow, and the way he says your name so softly makes your heart skip a beat.

"Because you're you."

A minute to midnight is a pretty fucking weird time to have an epiphany but you've never had good timing.

"Oh."

It's like something just clicks, the last piece of the puzzle you didn't even know you were trying to solve slotting into place and it all makes such perfect sense you're not sure how you didn't see it before.

"I know you're into Harrington," Eddie says hastily, eyes darting away from yours for just a second before they come right back, wide and honest in the dark. "And I get it if you never want to speak to me again 'cause I just made things super weird but-"

"I'm not into Steve."

You don't know how he makes confusion look so cute but he does, eyebrows knit together and making a little wrinkle in his forehead that's just visible under his bangs. "You're not?"

"I thought I was but…" You trail off as more and more people flood outside, their voices loud and full of excitement as the countdown begins. "Turns out I'm falling for someone else and I finally figured out who."

"Ten, nine, eight."

You scoot closer, sitting on your knees so your face is level with his when you reach out to brush some more snow from his hair, letting your fingers graze over his cheek like the ghost of a kiss. "Sorry it took me so long to catch up."

"Seven, six, five."

"Oh. It's okay." He sputters, a brilliant red flush slowly crawling up his neck like ivy. "I mean, I've liked you for a while now, ever since you joined the band when I was in eighth grade-"

"Four."

"-and you sat in front of me with your trumpet, wearing a Judas Priest shirt and I-"

"Eddie?" You interrupt because as much as you want to hear the rest of his story, you've got a more important thing on your mind.

"Three."

"Yeah?"

"Two."

"Please stop talking."

His jaw snaps shut almost comically and he watches with those wide eyes of his as you slowly cup his face in your hands.

"One."

The clock strikes midnight. The first firework shoots off from downtown and explodes in a brilliant flash of shimmering gold in the inky black sky. And you lean forward and kiss Eddie Munson.

The fireworks overhead are nothing compared to the ones you feel when he responds to your kiss with one of his own, his lips soft and sure under yours as he wraps an arm around your waist to pull you closer.

He tastes like cinnamon sugar, spicy and sweet, and you can't get enough of him, of his warmth and his fingers sliding into your hair and the noise he makes low in his throat when you part your lips under his.

Kissing him is addicting, intoxicating. It's all you've ever wanted.

He's all you ever wanted.

You were just too blind to see it.

He's all you can see now when you finally part, all swollen lips and flushed cheeks and a smile that would've taken your breath if you had any left to give. The fireworks are long over but you don't even care that you missed the whole show as you lean forward to press your forehead against his.

"So, eighth grade, huh?" You ask and Eddie nods, rolling a strand of your hair between his thumb and pointer finger.

"You were humming 'Highway to Hell' and had holes in your jeans. And when I heard you talking about learning to play DnD for your little brother? That was it for me."

"I was nervous when I first joined band 'cause I had trouble staying on beat. I was so scared they were gonna kick me out." You say and when a snowflake lands on his cheek, you wipe it away with your thumb. "But I heard you tapping your foot behind me and you helped me keep time. Without you, I don't even know if I'd still be playing."

He tucks your hair behind your ear before taking your cold hands in his and bringing them to his mouth to kiss your knuckles, his touch so soft and sweet it makes your head spin.

"Your hands are freezing."

"I don't want to go home yet."

You could stay like this forever with him and when he leans forward to press his lips to yours, you know he feels the same.

"Where to then?"

He's never looked more beautiful to you, his pretty brown eyes blown wide and full of affection and reflecting the shimmer of the stars overhead and a slow smile creeps onto your lips when you weave your fingers between his.

"Surprise me. I'm all yours."

An adorable pink blush sweeps across his nose as he pulls you in for another kiss and you know without a doubt you're speaking the truth.

You know you mean every word.

[megxplryxb]

Minors DNI...

Not my gif!

Warnings: Mentions of sex, heavy flirting

Steve Harrington x Fem!Reader

Imagine....Robin dragging you to one of Steve's stupid parties and it’s honestly the last place you want to be, having already had to endure 8 hours in Family Video with him that day. Steve’s already in the corner of his kitchen, looking like a million dollars, talking to some blonde you recognise from the video store and you hate how it’s bothering you that she has her well manicured hands on his biceps but you grit your teeth, grabbing a drink and downing it quickly (your first of several that night). Of course it’s all part of Steve’s big plan to make you jealous, cause he’s really only got eyes for one girl. But you’re too damn stubborn to admit that you might actually like your handsome coworker because you didn't want to be one of those stupid girls that fell for Steve The fucking Hair Harrington....

When Steve grows bored of the lingering looks you've been exchanging all night, getting tired of pretending the guys lining up to make their move on you weren't irritating him, he walks toward you, a confident smirk across his face as he lifts his arm over your head to lean on the wall, closing you in.

You try your best to look displeased in his presence but when he boldly presses his body against yours, telling you just how pretty you look in your little red dress, you know instantly you're done for, cause you couldn't keep pretending that you didn't want to fuck Steve Harrington's brains out.

“So, princess, what exactly do you suggest we do about this sexual tension between us?” He whispers so causally in your ear and you're cursing at the way he has your thighs clenching just from how he was looking at you. Like you were the only person in the room.

"I have no idea what you're talking about, Harrington." You reply, smiling sweetly, as Steve bites the corner of his bottom lip, grinning.

"So those hot little denim shorts you wore to work today weren't for my benefit? Like you didn't knock over those tapes on purpose so you could bend over in front of me, sweetheart..." He teases, stealing a little moan from you as his fingers begin to dance on the bare skin of your backless dress and you weren't sure how much longer you could stand not kissing him.

"Liked what you saw, Stevie?" You ask boldly, knowing it wasn't the alcohol setting your skin on fire now. It was all down to him.

"I think you already know the answer to that, sweetheart. But if you want me to admit it, then yeah, got me hard as a fuckin' rock."

"Did you touch yourself thinking about it?" You whisper in his ear, tugging at his shirt, his lips trailing the exposed skin of your collarbone, slowly moving his fingers from your hip, sliding them down your thigh but stopping just as he hears your breath hitch.

"Did you?" He smirks, letting his hand fall back to his side again and he can't help but grin when he sees the disappointment spreading across your face at the lack of friction between you.

"No more games, princess, you know I want you and I know you want me, even if it kills you to admit it.... So, I'm gonna go upstairs and if you want me to show you just exactly what I wanted to do to you earlier, you'll follow me there in five minutes." Steve instructs, leaving you standing there hot and needy for more.

It didn't take you five minutes to make your decision but fuck, work was going to be totally awkward on Monday.......

[bellaxgiornata]

Falling For the Devil [Part seventeen: "The Revelation in the Rain"]

Pairing: Matt Murdock x Fem!Reader

Summary: There’s something you’ve been meaning to ask Matt and you finally ask him after dinner. Afterwards, the two of you walk back to his place.

Or

You realize you’re in love with Matthew Murdock while you both get soaked in the rain. And then you proceed to drastically overthink it.

[Series of one-shots about Reader meeting, falling for, and dating Matt Murdock.]

Warnings: 18+ for this series; contains humor, fluff, romance, angst, smut (like...a lot of it later in the series), language, some violence

Word Count: 3k

a/n: Just a cute fluffy piece about Reader realizing she's in love with our Matty boy (and then getting nervous about that realization). You can find all the installments for this series that are on tumblr here.

You sat across from Matt in the booth, both of you finishing up your glasses of wine after you'd practically forced Matt to let you pay for dinner tonight. You'd both agreed on an Italian restaurant not too far from either of your apartments, the intention being that you'd walk back to Matt’s and stay the night there with him tonight. You often chose to stay at his place for the comfort of letting him be in his own familiar surroundings and having the silk sheets to sleep in. Truthfully you didn’t mind.

But there was something you'd been wanting to ask him tonight and you had been nervous about bringing it up. You'd been avoiding it all night–all week, really–but you knew you'd have to eventually ask him; you couldn't expect him to attend a charity event as your date at the last minute. For some reason you were afraid he'd say no or that he wouldn't want to go because it would be boring or maybe too much for his senses. Or maybe it would coincide with some Daredevil business and he'd dip out on you last minute. In your mind, the longer you held off asking him, the longer you could avoid possible disappointment and rejection.

"You're awfully quiet all of the sudden," Matt commented, bringing his wine glass to his mouth, his head canting to the side. "You've been nervous more than usual tonight, too. What's on your mind, sweetheart?"

Attention dropping to the nearly finished glass of wine before you, you tucked some hair behind your ear, tapping a finger along the stem of your wine glass. You should just ask him and get it out there. If he said no then he said no. You would just go and be awkward alone–maybe that would even be better. At least that way when you accepted the award that was being presented to you at the event, Matt wouldn't know you face-planted in the heels you'd inevitably have to wear in front of everyone.

You cleared your throat, eyes still on the almost finished glass of wine. "I uh, was actually wondering if you'd want to…possibly go to this charity event with me?" you asked timidly, voice trembling a little. 

Glancing up carefully you saw Matt's head tilt just a bit more to the side, one of his dark brows rising onto his forehead as he swallowed his drink down. Your nerves instantly increased, your stomach uncomfortably churning and tossing around the pasta you'd just eaten.

Picking up your wine glass you said in a rush, "Actually, it's stupid. Don't worry about it. I'm sure you're busy and don't want to go to a stupid journalism–"

"Whoa, hold on," Matt cut you off quickly, holding up a hand across the table and stopping you. He was smiling at you as he placed his empty glass on the table. "When is it?"

You nervously retucked your hair behind your ear, your heart beating a little faster. "The end of the month," you answered. "The twenty-seventh? So…a little over two weeks from now?"

Matt rubbed a hand across his mouth slowly as if in thought and you quickly brought your glass of wine to your mouth, throwing back the rest of it. 

It was ridiculous how anxious you were getting about asking him to be your date to an event. You two had been a couple for a little over four months now. You'd had sex quite a few times and even slept naked together nearly as often. Hell, you'd found him in a dumpster a few weeks ago and showered together, even if it had been an innocent shower to wash the stench of garbage off of you. Asking him to be your date to an event should not have you this worked up.

But for some reason it did.

"I'm pretty sure I'm available," he answered slowly. "It's in the evening I assume?"

"Yeah," you answered quietly.

"I'd love to go with you," Matt said, a large smile drawing across his mouth. "Why were you so nervous to ask me?"

You shrugged lightly, your gaze finally falling back on him. "I wasn't sure if you'd think it was stupid," you muttered. 

His hand slid across the table and found yours, gently pulling it from the empty glass of wine you'd been fidgeting with. "I would never," he assured you. A slow, flirty smile slid over his mouth next and your brows furrowed. "I assume it's black tie, so you'll be dressed up, yeah?"

"Yes," you hesitantly answered, brows still creased in confusion. 

"So I'll have everyone jealous of me all night with you on my arm," he teased.

Your cheeks flushed as you rolled your eyes. "If anything, I'll be watching you get hit on all night," you mumbled, catching sight of the waiter staring at the two of you from across the room. "Why don't we head back though? I'm pretty sure the waiter is giving us the stink eye."

Matt's mouth twitched momentarily but the smile remained. "It just started raining a few minutes ago," he said.

"What? It wasn't supposed to rain for–" you began, turning to look out the window beside the two of you. 

You stopped mid-sentence. It was raining steadily, not a downpour but enough that the pair of you would get soaked walking home. And you'd really been looking forward to holding his hand on the walk back. 

"So it is," you said with a sigh. "I can grab us a taxi when we get outside?" you offered.

"Or if you don't mind getting a bit wet…we could still walk?" Matt suggested. "It's only a couple blocks."

"The rain doesn't…bother you?" you asked him carefully. 

"No," he said, sliding out of the booth. He began unfolding his cane as he sent you a warm smile. "Does it bother you?"

You glanced down at your dress, slightly frowning. "No, but my dress will be soaked and I don't have anything else," you told him.

Matt shrugged a shoulder, holding out a hand towards you. "It'll dry out and well," he paused, a mischievous grin forming on his face, "you don't have to wear anything at all when we get back."

Tongue darting out, you licked your lips nervously at the implication of his words. Slowly you reached out and accepted his awaiting hand, sliding out of the booth after him and leading the pair of you towards the exit. 

Guiding him out of the restaurant, you both immediately were caught in the rain, the water soaking your dress almost instantly. Your hair was clinging to your face and you used your free hand to push it back, glancing over at Matt beside you. He was grinning back at you, his own hair soaked and clinging to his face, water droplets falling down his dark lenses. 

He abruptly tugged you by the hand, pulling you down the sidewalk at a jog and dragging you along beside him. You giggled, ignoring the few stares you both received; if Matt didn't care about people questioning why he was jogging down the sidewalk in the rain, you wouldn't care about the looks you received either. 

"What're you doing?" you asked him, that large smile still spread across your mouth. 

Just as quickly as he'd tugged you into a brief jog for almost half a block, he abruptly pulled the pair of you to a stop. He spun swiftly towards you, planting a kiss to the top of your damp head as you caught your breath. 

"Trying to get you to loosen up," he answered. “You’re far too tense still.”

Sheepishly you glanced down at your enjoined hands, grinning a little when his gave yours a little squeeze. Somehow he always knew just exactly how to navigate your anxious, overthinking mind. It also meant he definitely knew how to intentionally work you up, but he always managed to pull back and relax you before he got you too uncomfortable or nervous. Maybe he was better at reading you than he gave himself credit for. Either way, it was something you had quickly found yourself loving about him.

“So tell me more about the charity event,” Matt encouraged.

As you both began walking in the direction of Matt’s building, the rain continued pouring down at a steady pace. The floral dress you’d thrown on for tonight was completely saturated by the rain now, the fabric clinging to your legs and sticking to your chest as you walked. Matt’s own dark blue dress shirt was soaked, clinging somehow flatteringly to his muscles, the definition noticeable in his arms and chest. Water droplets continued to pelt your face as the pair of you walked, but you could have cared less right now, you were just happy to be walking hand in hand with Matt by your side.

“What do you want to know?” you asked him.

“Well,” he said, chuckling slightly, “what's it for, for starters?”

“Yeah, right, because it’s a charity event first and foremost,” you said awkwardly, ducking your head as your eyes fell to your feet. “The uh, the charity part is for the local children’s hospital,” you told Matt. “The NYC Pelman Foundation puts it on every year, raising money for it.”

“There’s a not charity part to this event?” he asked curiously.

You felt your cheeks burning up again, the cool rain helping with the rising heat of your body temperature. Gnawing on your lip anxiously, you kept your gaze downcast. “Yes,” you whispered.

“And for some reason it’s got you nervous,” Matt pointed out, his attention shifting to you beside him. “What, is there some massive orgy that occurs afterwards?”

Your head flew up towards Matt, eyes wide as you inhaled sharply. Matt let out a loud laugh at your reaction, his hand squeezing yours.

“Kidding,” Matt said, grinning wide. “You’re too tense. What’s the other part of the event?”

The pair of you continued towards Matt’s and you noted that you were only a block away from his apartment now. The rain hadn’t let up, still falling steadily down over the both of you. Licking your damp lips, you nervously cringed a bit as you answered.

“There’s an award they always give out,” you said, gaze still on your feet as you skirted around a particularly large puddle that had formed on the sidewalk. “The Pelman Award. It’s uh, given out to a journalist that the foundation has deemed has gone to outstanding lengths to their community. It’s a pretty prestigious award, sort of a–a big deal.” Out of your peripheral you saw Matt abruptly shift his focus on you and your heart stuttered nervously in your chest. “This year they…chose me,” you said softly.

He immediately stopped on the sidewalk, pulling you to an abrupt stop beside him. You glanced up at him, rain dropping onto your eyelashes and causing you to blink a few times. He was absolutely beaming down at you, his hand releasing yours and reaching up, pushing the sopping wet strands of your hair back from your face.

“Why didn’t you lead with that?” he asked you, baffled as his hand came to rest along your cheek. 

Swallowing hard, you shrugged a shoulder. “I’m not really a fan of being the center of attention,” you mumbled out.

“That’s amazing, sweetheart,” he praised. “You should be proud. I’m proud of you.” His thumb lightly stroked your cheek as he took a step closer towards you on the sidewalk, his voice dropping to a gentle rumble. “Why were you afraid to ask me to be your date at an event where my beautiful girlfriend’s brilliant mind is being celebrated? Even if it does have a knack for getting you into trouble.” 

You couldn’t fight the laugh that fell out of your mouth. He wasn’t wrong, you’d definitely gotten into your fair share of trouble this past year. You’d nearly given Ellison a handful of heart attacks with the stories you’d gone chasing after and your tactics for gleaning information weren’t always the smartest, though since you’d had Daredevil in your corner for the past six months, you’d felt a whole lot safer.

“Because I was overthinking things like I always do,” you answered him. “And also, I have to…give a brief acceptance speech.” You grimaced at the thought. “There’s a lot of important people at the event and I’m pretty sure I’m going to fall face first in front of everyone and then look like a bumbling idiot on the stage. I definitely don’t do public speaking.”

“Hey,” Matt said, turning your face up towards his, “you’ll be perfect.”

“Not if I fall face first and flash everyone my ass,” you countered.

A smirk slid across his beautiful mouth, his head tilting to the side as he rested his cane against himself. “I’m sure they’d love that, too. You’ve got a great ass,” he said, his hand coming down gently to place a light smack on your ass, causing you to yelp in surprise. “I only regret that I wouldn’t be able to see it.”

A laugh bubbled up out of you and Matt’s hand slid up from your ass, resting along your lower back and pulling your soaked body into his soaked body. His hand released your face, coming to rest along your back beside his other hand as you leaned into him, resting your cheek on his damp chest and wrapping your own arms up around his back. 

“You’ll be just fine, sweetheart,” Matt murmured into your drenched hair. “And whatever happens, I’ll be there.”

Just like that, you were relaxing into Matt’s embrace. How he always managed to calm you down, you had no idea. Maybe it was another super power of his. But as you inhaled the familiar scent of him, you felt your nerves slowly vanishing. 

He was right; whatever happened at that event, he’d still be there to have your back and cheer you on. And if you did embarrass yourself, you were pretty sure the pair of you would be laughing over it after the fact. Just like you always did whenever something ridiculous happened. Because Matt cared about you.

After a moment, you leaned back a bit, turning your head and looking up at Matt. His head shifted, turning so he was gazing back down at you behind his glasses. Droplets of water were dripping down the edges of his dark hair, running wet trails down his forehead and both of his cheeks. One particular droplet was hanging just on the tip of his nose, your eyes drawn to its gradual and inevitable fall. 

You swallowed hard, feeling your nerves rapidly pick back up, your pulse steadily increasing as your focus drifted to Matt’s eyes behind his glasses again. From this close you could see a little through the lenses despite the gloom from the cloud cover. He was staring down at your collarbone, an intense expression in his unfocused eyes.

And then it hit you. Hard. Almost like a bus barreling into you on a street. Your heart skipped a beat, your fingers digging a bit into Matt’s back beneath his soaked dress shirt as you clung a bit tighter to him. His brows pulled together just a fraction, the skin lightly creasing at the movement. Breath getting stuck in your throat, stomach squirming, your eyes were locked on his as the full weight of the realization washed over you like the rain still falling around the pair of you.

You were in love with Matthew Murdock.

This man–this wonderful, thoughtful, compassionate, intelligent, beautiful, and possibly masochistic man–had somehow captured your heart over the yearlong friendship you’d had and the four months of dating. Somewhere along the way you had fallen hopelessly in love with him and right now that realization was leaving you breathless and lightheaded as you stared up at his handsome and slightly perplexed face.

“What’s going on, sweetheart?” he asked curiously, breaking the silence. “You were calm and then your body just went into hyper-drive seconds later.”

You opened your mouth, lips parting as droplets of water slid over them, but nothing came out. A jolt of fear ran through you next–you couldn’t just spout out an 'I love you' after four months of dating. You’d certainly scare the shit out of him. He’d probably think you were way too clingy. Your mouth snapped shut as you blinked hard a handful of times.

Would he even say it back? Did he even feel that way about you?

No, you decided. You couldn’t say it–wouldn’t say it. You’d probably end up ruining things if you did.

“Nothing,” you answered him breathlessly, still feeling a little dizzy at the realization of your feelings and your fear. Why did you suddenly, desperately want to know if he felt the same way? “I’m just–just overthinking–” you stopped instantly. You were about to say you were overthinking about the charity event as a cover, but that was a lie and Matt would know. “I’m just overthinking,” you finished, nervously laughing. “You know me,” you said awkwardly.

“Alright, well,” Matt began, unwrapping his arms from your waist and slowly stepping back, “maybe we should continue back to my place?”

“Yeah,” you agreed quickly.

Matt shot you a curious smile as he grabbed his cane in his left hand again, his right hand reaching for yours. “I’ve got an idea of how to get your mind to stop thinking so much,” he said coyly. 

And goddamn if the thought of having sex with him now that you knew you loved him didn’t have you feeling nervous like it was the first time all over again. 

You saw him glance at you as the pair of you continued hand in hand through the rain to his apartment. You sure as shit knew he knew something was going on in your mind with the way your body was shooting off all sorts of strange and nervous signals to him. Desperately you wished you could take a brief detour down the nearby alley and slam your head against the brick wall of the salon until you could shove the unnecessary nerves that were resurfacing away.

Fuck, why were you like this?

[dreamerwitches]

I have mixed feelings on the witches, I'm gonna go through them all.

Renata and Ren: It just doesn't feel like the minor bits match up. There's too many bits that are just slightly too different. Like the screen shape and the bone colour and style. Am I being nitpicky? It just doesn't feel like the witch and doppel are linked. Or that they wanted to make this design for the witch and didn't really care that it didn't look like her doppel. I suppose I like how the witch is more organised than the doppel cause my gripe with it is that it feels a little like the parts don't mesh well. Like, what is going on with that pink bit it does not work. On its own, the witch is good. Fine, pretty, but a little bland and simple. As a design taking from the doppel, I think it kinda fails. Too much was changed.

Cyan and Hinano: Ehhhhhhhhhh I think they just made her worse?? Like, there's so little changed cause the doppel is so witch-like anyway but the changes they did do make her look worse XT the bright tubes are ugly and I dont understand the moth-ear-thing additions. Also the skirt is worse too lol. I miss the gas mask though I understand if that was added for Hinano but you can keep it on the witch c'mon! It's just like they removed all the best parts...

Don Rocinante and Sasara: Ehhhhhhhh here we go again. It looks stupid. C'mon she looks so stupid. Not in an uncanny, scary way, she looks so dumb. I included the doppel attack where she does get legs and that was silly but not as much as this one. Otherwise so little is changed mehhhhh. I liked the doppel so you kinda ruined her for me, thanksssss

Shalimar and Emiri: This is one I'm on the fence on. Design on its own, I really like. She's spooky and weird and the colours are great. I have to main issues. 1) does a 13 year old need such a sexual feeling witch and 2) does she link to her doppel well. The thing with curvaceous or sexualised witches is ones like Roberta I know are okay cause she was in her 30s when she became a witch. You could say some like Candeloro are sexualised cause she's got the booba and stick thin waist, it's kinda hard to deal with... I'm also finding it hard to judge cause I don't know if it suits Emiri, I don't know her character very well. So we'll just move on. If I drew it I would make her less adult-looking My other thought when looking at her beside her doppel was 'if this doppel came from this witch I would hate the fact it uses so little of the witch'. So switching it around, im a little mad they used so little of the doppel. It's like they had the idea for the body and wanted to use it and were like 'oh yeah! the doppel!' so stuck it on as a tail... Also the flower things on the doppel arent in the witch at all ughh. If she was just a new witch on her own id love her...

Vayu and Shizuku: Wow! One I actually finally like now! I think she looks super beautiful, the additions work! But she's not perfect... Just like Emiri and Shalimar, I don't see the doppel working if the witch came first. Why is her handbag now the head? It feels like the teapot(?) head on the witch came out of nowhere. But it's nowhere near as bad as Shalimar. She might be my favourite. I've always been 50/50 on Vayu and she improves that score.

Aodamo and Natsuki: This one's a bit boring... it just feels like they stuck on some additions and called it a day. I think if she was stood up straight I'd like her more... Love the teeth on the horn thing. Skirt is fine. Legs look awkward. Sad they removed her puffy sleeves, doesn't make sense as why the doppel would add that aspect.

Overall, it is a little annoying how clearly some of these are just super easy asset copies of the doppels with no effort put in... I think that's fine for say, Vayu as I think the doppel incorporation makes sense. She's a four legged beast so Shizuku is now riding her. But ones like Don Rocinante, Cyan and Aodamo seem like 5 minute attempts. I'm disappointed. Happy to see witches though, I'm only critical because I care about witches being good

[braveclementine]

October 31: Monster Fucking (Niklaus and Elijah Mikelson, Damon Salvatore)❤️

Warnings: 18+ readers only, Monster fucking, probably some name kinks, probably some title kinks, I haven't edited.

Copyright: I do not own any TVD/TO/Legacies characters. I also do not condone any copying of this.

You were both nervous and horny as you eyed the three delicious looking men in front of you. Elijah was busying himself in a book, brow furrowed slightly at whatever he was reading. Niklaus was staring off at something, his pencil lightly dancing over the paper that he was working over. Damon was sipping a glass of bourbon while flipping through Pinterest on his phone, putting cute animals on his board.

"I want to do something different." You declared.

You know they all heard you, having superb hearing.

"What's that baby?" Damon asked.

How could you explain what you wanted? You four often had sex, yes, but you wanted it to be different this time. You saw how sexy they looked with their veins popping out when they killed someone or the way Niklaus' eyes turned yellow.

Well, maybe you should just blurt it out, yeah?

"I want you three to fuck me in your primal state."

Their reactions varied greatly. Damon snapped his head up to look at you over his shoulder. Niklaus' pencil skimmed off the paper and he cursed. Elijah simply shook his head and said, "No."

Disappointment furled in the pit of your stomach.

Nik leaned on his hand, glaring at the paper in front of him. You winced. You hadn't meant for his drawing to be ruined. He glanced over at you, eyes softening at your guilty expression. He sighed, "Sorry love, but no."

You wanted to complain, wanted to ask why, but you didn't want to be a brat.

"O-okay." You murmured. Damon hadn't said anything, eyes slightly narrowed.

After a moment of awkwardness, you quickly scurried off to the bedroom upstairs. You felt terrible, like they had rejected you. You swallowed hard, but quietly, trying not to make a noise. But for some stupid reason, a sob had built up in your throat.

You quickly turned on the music, putting it on a specific singer/band that they knew you liked so they wouldn't get suspicious. And then you let out that sob stuck in your throat into the pillow.

It was just one and you sat up, waiting to make sure that the others weren't going to come into the room.

You sighed, flopping back down on the bed, staring at the ceiling. What was wrong with the idea? Was it simply unappealing to them? Or maybe they were getting tired.

Tired of you.

Your heart thumped unpleasantly in your chest.

Was that possible?

Probably. They were vampires after all. Living eternal lives. They probably got bored easily.

That thought settled uncomfortably in your stomach.

"Y/N." Damon's voice broke you from your thoughts.

You snapped your head up to look at him. You realized there was one tear coming down your face and you quickly wiped it. "I'm not crying. I just had my eyes open for to long and they started to water."

Damon raised an eyebrow, coming in and shutting the door behind him softly. He set his glass of bourbon down on the table, kicking his shoes off as he came. You eyed him warily as he crawled up onto the bed.

Once he was inches from your face, he snarled lowly, his veins popping out, his fangs lowering, his eyes darkening. "Is this what you wanted?"

You swallowed hard, feeling the lust pool at your core. "Y-Yes."

"Do you know how dangerous this is?" Damon asked quietly, but he didn't change his appearance, "How easily one of us could let go and hurt you. Our senses are heightened in this form. Your blood smells so appealing." His nose glided across my jaw and down my neck. Your eyes stayed on his to the best of your ability, unable to look away. "I don't like when you put yourself in danger baby."

"I want it like that." You whispered.

He chuckled before moving his lips inches before yours. Tired of his teasing, you smashed your lips to his, feeling his sharp teeth pull at your bottom lip. He growled, biting it, sucking at your blood.

You moaned into the kiss, pulling him closer. His hands were iron at your hips, probably leaving bruises there tomorrow which would probably piss Nik and Elijah off. You weren't really supposed to fuck one of them without the other two. It was very rare and they usually asked the others ahead of time.

Damon pulled off your lip, leaving it swollen and numb. He ripped the clothes from your body, leaving you completely naked as scraps of fabric floated down like feathers on the bedroom floor. He discarded his own clothes in a similar manner.

The veins grew more prominent on his face. His eyes were so dark from his primal, monster-like state.

He pressed you down on the bed, disappearing and reappearing in an instant, your hands magically tied to the headboard from his speed. Tightening the rope slightly to make sure you couldn't escape, he moved lower down your body.

He didn't say anything, diving straight into your core, making you scream in pleasure. None of them had ever eaten you out like this. They were either teasing, or making you feel pleasure, but not like this.

His tongue thrusted so deep inside of you, you wouldn't have believed it wasn't his fingers. His nose bumped your clit in stimulation, his teeth scraping your walls.

"D-Damon." You gasped, feeling your toes start to curl on instinct, body shaking. Cold and hot flashes washing over your body from the pleasure he was giving you.

He said nothing, did nothing and you cried out his name again through your orgasm. It was the quickest orgasm ever, only having taken him thirty-seven seconds. That was it. Not even a full minute.

Your head was still in the clouds, gazing with bleary eyes at the satisfied vampire in front of you. He lowered his head back down, biting on the inside of your thigh, sucking your blood. Only doing this for a few seconds before leaving a similar bite on your other thigh.

Nik and 'Lijah would be ripping mad now.

Damon moved all the way up to your neck, biting into it softly. You let out a soft cry. It was a little painful, like a shot, but once he started sucking at your blood, it felt good almost.

That was when Niklaus threw open the door, eyes narrowed. Elijah was by his side, hands in his suit pockets.

"Damon." Niklaus snapped before Elijah had sped across the room, throwing Damon off of you. You yelped, his teeth scraping your neck as he attempted to pull out, blood dripping down the side of your neck, dropping onto the pillow you were laying against.

"I knew it." Elijah murmured, "Y/N, we can't make love to you in that state. We'll hurt you."

"N-No." You gasped. "He wasn't hurting me."

"I had it under control." Damon snarled, on his feet in seconds. He wiped blood- your blood- from his lips.

Elijah kept a protective stance over your body, ready to mitigate whatever fight Niklaus and Damon were about to have as they glared at each other.

"I asked for it." You said desperately. "I want it."

Elijah and Niklaus looked at you hesitantly.

"Please?" You asked, giving Elijah the puppy eyes. He almost always crumbled to those eyes so you rarely used them, not wanting to have an unfair advantage. But now, you were so desperate you were going to use everything you had.

Elijah groaned softly. Niklaus huffed. He wasn't as easy to convince as his brother, but he still had a soft spot for you.

Damon came back to your side, climbing back onto the bed. His veins popping out once again as he kissed you.

Elijah and Niklaus' eyes both flashed. Elijah loved you a lot. Sometimes to much where to the point that he could get jealous of even Niklaus and Damon being around you. He was afraid, at the moment, that should he let his primal side out, he wouldn't be able to get along with Niklaus or Damon and you'd get hurt in the process.

Niklaus was there in a flash, untying your hands. His eyes were glowing yellow as he climbed into the bed behind you. One hand around your throat, his fingers flexing, making sure he wasn't to tight. "This is what you wanted, right love?" He growled seductively in your ear, your eyes rolling back in your head.

"Yes sir." You murmured.

You felt him start to kiss down your neck, teeth scraping your sensitive spots. Damon had settled back down between your legs, lapping at your cunt again, your legs shaking as another, lightning-quick orgasm started to build up again.

You reached out to grasp Damon's hair and pull him closer, but Niklaus grabbed your wrists without lifting his mouth from your shoulders.

Elijah continued to stand there, torn between joining this mess or leaving. He was terrified of hurting you.

At that moment of indecision, you looked up, catching his eye. Your far gone expression pushed him over the edge. He was quick to get out of his suit, neatly folding every article over the chair before joining the three of you on the bed.

He hesitated before tentatively becoming the monster you wanted him to be.

Damon leaned back from your last orgasm, licking his lips of your sweet juices. He was pleased with the way you cried out his name.

Elijah slowly pressed his lips to yours, getting the feel of this. "Fuck 'Lijah, you're so sexy." You whimpered.

He lost his control, smashing his lips to yours fiercely. One hand snaking into your hair to pull you closer, the other firmly teasing your clit, sensitive after Damon's treatment. You moaned into his mouth.

Finally, the three of them pulled away from you slowly before Niklaus commanded, "Roll over."

You did so, laying on your stomach, propped up on your elbows, legs bent at the knee. You found yourself eye-to-eye with Klaus' delicious looking cock. Apparently becoming primal included a few extra inches to the already dripping appendage.

It was both thicker and longer, and a quick glance over your shoulder showed you that both Damon and Elijah had gotten the same treatment. Oh dear.

Where they were usually all around nine-eleven inches depending on the time of the day and if they were already aroused or not, they were now all pushing twelve-fourteen, maybe even bigger. There was no way they were going to fit, but you didn't voice that aloud.

Klaus' hands found either side of your face, making you look up at him. You could feel four hands roaming your lower body. Elijah's fingers were slightly longer whereas Damon's hands were calloused.

You pulled yourself up so that you were propped on your hands and knees, opening your mouth. Klaus smirked down at you. The combined effect of yellow eyes and red veins was absolutely astounding.

"We're going to absolutely destroy you love." Klaus said, thrusting his large cock into your mouth on the accented word. You moaned softly around his cock as you got to work, sucking, licking, bopping your head up and down, twirling your tongue over his slit, and wrapping your tongue around it. You could feel the veins against your tongue and that made you curious.

You moaned louder at the intrusion of three fingers going into your pussy, two straight into your ass.

Klaus thrusted into your mouth again, hitting the back of your throat. You gagged, tears starting to stream from your eyes at the brutal treatment. You didn't care, you were loving every moment of it.

"Fuck, you're so good love." Klaus groaned, head thrown back as you let him use you like a toy. You just continued to breathe deeply through your nose, your tired tongue still working.

You jerked your body a little as the fingers started pushing you to an orgasm. The two hands not inside of you held your waist to keep you from moving.

The fingers in your pussy increased, the thumb circling your clit harshly now. You felt soft kisses on your ass before one of them bit you there, making you squeal around Klaus cock.

You felt him twitch before he released with a, "Fuck love!"

You swallowed everything, before letting him pull out. Saliva connected between your lips and his cock, before breaking. Some of it landed on your chin, some of it on the bed. Your arms were exhausted and Klaus pulled you a little so that you were laying flat on your chest.

"P-Please." You begged now as the fingers in your tight core started to tease, instead of letting you cum.

"Beg." Elijah hissed.

"Please 'Lijah, please I wanna cum. Please 'Lijah, please, please I've been a good girl."

"No, you've been a fucking tease." He hissed. "Putting yourself in danger like this. One of us could snap and you'd be dead in a heartbeat. Why we're letting this happen, I don't know, but you've been far from good."

You let out a cry as he jerked his fingers from your warmth before slapping your clit.

You heard Damon chuckle darkly and thought he might pull out too, but instead, he pushed a third finger into your tight ass, drawing another cry of pain and pleasure from you.

Klaus was surprisingly being the less vocal one, letting Elijah completely degrade you for him.

Klaus pulled you away from the others, drawing a snarl of fury from both Damon and Elijah. He ignored them, pulling you onto his lap, sinking his teeth into your neck on the opposite side of where Damon had already bitten you.

You let out a soft gasp, eyes closed, feeling his teeth in your skin. You knew that with mates, blood sharing was a big deal. He wanted to leave his mark since Damon had already left his.

Elijah's growl was definitely primal and furious as Niklaus finally pulled from you. You were in Elijah's arms in a flat second, his bite right into your shoulder. You panted, feeling a little hazy now. Elijah pulled away, licking the wound firmly before he laid down flat on the bed, laying you over him, spearing you with his dick.

The guttural groan that left Elijah's lips, combined with the absolute sexy veins underneath his eyes completely fueled you. You lay against his chest, paralyzed almost as he thrusted himself into you. A shaky hand reached out, your thumb caressing his veins softly. They trembled under your touch and his pace increased even more.

It took you a moment to realize that you were taking everything he was giving you, balls clapping against your ass as he jolted up into you. You could now feel the bulge that seemed to come between you and Elijah as it appeared in your stomach on every upwards thrust. And all you felt was pleasure.

Until Niklaus decided to get on his knees behind you. You'd always had a tight ass and you had never liked really having to take it there, but with all three of them, you didn't have much choice and after a while, it was even good to have one of them in there.

"K-K-Klaus." You stuttered out and then yelped when you felt the sting against your ass. "I mean sir!"

Klaus was the only one that didn't like being called by his name in bed. Elijah and Damon on the other hand craved it.

Damon knelt in front of you now, his knees close to Elijah's head. His large dick waving in your face. You opened your mouth and he slid right in. Elijah pulled you closer to his body, his teeth nipping at your nipples and breasts.

Your legs were tangled with Klaus and Elijah's, your arms hanging limply on either side of Elijah's head. You had ceased to become nothing. They let you orgasm, and they cummed after you but didn't stop, didn't cease, continuing on and on without having to wait for refractory periods.

Eventually they changed positions, your throat sore, you ass spent, and your pussy leaking fluids all over Elijah's dick.

Klaus was quick to claim your pussy, sliding right in while Damon went behind you and Elijah let you suck him off, tasing yourself and him on his length.

You swirled your tongue around Elijah's length as his hands held your face. He bent over, pressing sweet kisses to the top of your head, veins wavering for a second before returning.

Damon was a biter, your back littered with small bites and hickies as he pounded furiously into your ass.

Niklaus meanwhile kept biting around the same area, sucking blood, marking you as his.

Tears had streamed down your face, your makeup a mess. A light coat of sweat covered your entire body as they tossed you around like a fucktoy.

"You're so good baby." Damon murmured, kissing your back. "Taking us so well."

"Yes." Elijah agreed, wiping tears away, leaving black tracks of mascara. He gave a particular rough thrust to make you gag. "Being such a good little whore."

Words like that should be illegal from Elijah's mouth. Seriously. A waterfall seemed to gush out of you at that comment, soaking Klaus.

Klaus chuckled as he spurted his ropes into you as well. "I think she liked that comment brother."

"Is that right?" Elijah asked, narrowing his eyes at you. Your soft face was still in his hands as he slid his cock deep down your throat, "You like this? You like being nothing more than a fucktoy for three vampires that are hundreds of years older than you?"

Another gush of slick down Klaus' dick. Klaus chuckled again, fingers reached up to manhandle your breasts.

You moaned around Elijah's dick at his words as well. Damon started to slow down in your ass as he shot his own hot cum into you. He stilled inside, catching his breathing, reaching around for something as he waited to cool down.

Elijah's dick twitched in your mouth, the grip on your face a little tighter, "Fucking cock slut."

You literally squirted on Niklaus' chest with another moan and Elijah finally released into your mouth. You swallowed and dropped your head.

Damon pulled out, only to shove a plug into your ass. Since Elijah was done with your mouth, he pulled you up a little to murmur in your ear, "That's just to keep my hot cum inside of you a little longer baby girl. Gonna keep in there like a good little slut until you get to the showers."

You moaned again and you couldn't but release all over Niklaus again. It was like they were making you cum with their words.

Niklaus wrapped his arms around your waist, pounding into you from below. His eyes glowed an even brighter yellow as he growled, "I think she does like being a little slut for us, hmm? She loves being absolutely degraded, loves being a little cum slut."

With those words, you finished together before you finally collapsed on his chest.

Taking a moment to settle down, their veins slowly went down, their breathing evened. Elijah pulled you slowly off of Niklaus, holding you in his arms.

"Hey kitten, how are you doing?" He asked softly, pushing your hair back from your face.

You were completely blissed out. Your body wasn't yours anymore, limbs weak. All of their release and your own was still leaking out of your pussy, onto the sheets. Your body was littered with red, purple, black, and blue marks. Teeth imprints were starting to show and they all winced a little at their ruthlessness.

"Baby, you okay?" Damon asked with a worried look on his face. After all, he'd started it.

You just nodded and mumbled, "Tired."

"I'll get the shower running." Niklaus murmured.

"Maybe the bath." Elijah and Damon called after him.

Elijah cupped your face, "C'mon kitten, I need to know that you're alright."

"I'm in heaven." You murmured, "That was amazing, can we do that again?"

Damon chuckled, "I think you need to get cleaned up and get some sleep instead."

"I can do a few more rounds." You mumbled, closing your eyes and falling asleep promptly on Elijah's shoulder.

Damon and Elijah grinned fondly at you.

Klaus poked his head out the door. "Bath is ready."

Elijah and Damon stood as Elijah carried you into the bathroom. Damon quickly pulled the butt plug out of you, tossing it back into the bedroom before Elijah laid you in the bath.

"We'll go handle the sheets and stuff," Klaus said, "You got her taken care of?"

"Yes." Elijah said, kneeling in the water in front of you, already reaching for the sponge to carefully clean you up.

As he cleaned, he started to feel worse and worse as all of the bruises and bites were revealed. You flickered your eyes open as he started to clean your inner thighs and pussy, taking extra care not to touch your sensitive nub.

"Hi 'Lijah." You said with a small smile.

"Hey Kitten." He murmured back. "How are you feeling?"

You sat up a little more in the bathtub. "Good. Although we might have to wait a few days before I can make love to any of you again."

"Make that two weeks." Damon's voice drawled in the doorway. He moved forward- fully dressed- to kneel by the bathtub edge. "How are you baby girl? We didn't meant to hurt you so badly."

You blinked, confused. "Huh? You didn't hurt me."

Damon gestured to your body and you finally actually looked at your arms. "Oh. Oh yeah. Eh, they don't actually hurt. I kind've like them. You guys are cute when you're possessive."

Elijah let out an astonished chuckle. "We can heal them with our blood if you want."

"Nah, I'm good." You said with a grin. "I like it when others know who I belong to."

Damon groaned, "You're making it very hard for me to keep it in my pants baby girl."

You gave him a teasing smile, "Oh?"

"Don't tease him Y/N." Elijah warned seriously. "You need some rest."

You pouted, "Fine 'Lijah. I'll tease you later Dae."

"And I'll make sure you pay for it." Damon said with a wink.

"I look forward to that." You giggled.

Elijah finally cleaned you up before helping you out of the towel. Klaus already had your pajamas laid out, although you didn't feel like putting anything over your ass or touching your clit so you just grabbed one of Klaus overly large T-shirts to wear.

Klaus had also brought up some of your favorite foods for you to eat. Damon had stripped the sheets to put fresh ones on and then you and Elijah joined the other two on the bed, falling asleep in your monster pile.

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AND. . . That's that! Honestly, the last three were kind've my favorites. Although I'm not entirely sure if I did the Monster fucking right. But I love Stucky, I love Severus Snape and Remus Lupin action- Lucius just there for benefit, and I love my two favorite vampires and one hybrid.

Hopefully you enjoyed some of these- at least half. I'm kind've already looking forward to next October, although of course, the idea of making a fandom smut book is still on the table if enough people want it (at least twenty).

Anyways- Happy Halloween! 

[memoria-99]

Okay, in the introduction I said that I like IkeVamp and IkePri as well but now I see I never wrote anything about those

So I found this from my phone memo and I'm posting it here, control C+V.

An extremely personal ranking based on both character and route. (IkeVamp)

1st place Shakespeare

Sad villain + who wears 'mask' to hide his inner self. The only route I was never bored with and the route that MC is best written. MC wasn't stupid here, she was determined and overall depicted okay. And above all, his narrative was convincing and the romance was smooth, and there was no "sudden bland villain" that was used so much in previous routes.

2nd place Vlad

Sad villain + innocent... freak? LI who is involved with MC in the past, plus he've been waiting for MC for a long time? I love that trope. Already a passing mark for me. And among the pureblood vampire routes, this is the only one that wasn't about "how tragic the immortal life that has to keep watching human death" which was refreshing. Sadly, MC wasn't that great.

3rd place Dazai (tie)

Eccentric but sad guy. He and MC build real nice emotional bond and his narrative was interesting yet sad. I think MC was pretty decent as well. Didn't have much expectation in this route but turned out to be surprisingly good. Made me curious about Charles too.

3rd place Arthur (tie)

Playboy. Thought he was just a girl-loving casanova, but he turned out to have a deep side. Nicely unraveled story. Both his narrative and story was interesting and well written. The chemistry between MC and him was fun. But the villain was a bit too sudden and unconvincing. Everything was fine except that.

4th place Mozart

Kuudere + tsundere. He's like a cat; chic but cute. The chemistry between MC and him was good. Historical facts and his narratives were properly mixed, and the villain was bland, but among the "bland villains", at least this one had his own proper reason. The only downside was that the MC was too dull and clueless.

5th place Isaac

Tsundere. He's really kind-hearted, but he's hit by people so hard that he puts up a wall from others. Wanted to pat him. I liked the process of MC breaking down his iron wall. Overall story was decent and villain narrative was the best(?) among the "bland villains".

6th place Leonardo

He as a character was really attractive and nice, but it's more like a story of a pureblood vampire than a story of a historical figure. The chemistry between MC and him was good. The route where the most random and ridiculous villain appeared.

7th place Napoleon

He was plain and so was MC. Nothing in particular was memorable, but the chemistry between MC and him was good. The villain was just... not understandable at all, like in many routes.

8th place Jean

Both him and MC weren't bad. But honestly, nothing was really memorable besides that I thought 'MC doesn't know how the ugly duckling story ends?'... and I think his friend aka villain was more helpful than MC for his trauma recovery.

9th place Theodorus

The story wasn't that bad. But here are the minus points: him calling MC a dog, MC who's always kinda dragged around by him, and ridiculously unconvincing villain story. So many minus points for me.

10th place Vincent

A fantastic three combo with a dull LI and a dull MC and a boring story that made me yawn. And romance is a bit awkward. I mean, MC and him being good friends is acceptable. But romance... well? I don't think their relationship was enough to develop into a romance. I was more interested in Shakespeare here.

11th place Sebastian

Wasn't particularly disappointed because I didn't have high expectations in the first place, and I didn't feel anything after finishing it. MC and him are best as good friends. And the story flow was very, very unnatural. Faust was a real fresh air and the Deus ex Machina here.

12th place Saint-Germain

Him being indecisive and MC being the stupidest ever, pureblood vampire trope recycled from Leo's, zero chemistry between MC and him, unnatural romance. I was really looking forward to his route, but after finishing it was dragged down to the very bottom in my heart. Vlad was way more attractive.

13th place Faust

Dropped. Is he even an LI? How can you romance someone who kidnapped, locked you up and calls you an experiment subject if it's not a Stockholm syndrome???

(Cannot rank) Charles

Curious, but never tried (kinda fed up with the game itself because of that some guy at the 13th place) Definitely will check out his route someday.

This seems to be the end. Quite needlessly long, so if someone is still reading, I really appreciate it.

[evereinefaust]

. . . ⇢ ˗ˏˋ 𝐖𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 ࿐ྂ

Pairing: B-52 X afab!Reader

Synopsis: Suffering from boredom on a fine windy day, MC decided to plead with her winged food soul for a ride in the air.

Word Count: 2,438

"It sure is windy today..." A certain [h/c]ette commented, peering at the light blue skies littered with fluffy white clouds.

It was one fine weekend. The young master attendant doesn't have any school to attend on this day nor does she have to meddle with the business mostly run by her food souls. She sighed and slumped deeper into her seat on the gazebo. The wind picked up once again and gently caressed her [h/c] tresses.

"Tch... What a boring weekend," a childish pout played upon her lips, eyebrows furrowed with hidden indignation. "Everyone is so busy... I can't spend any bonding time with them... And even the kids are nowhere to be found! Bah!" [Y/n] openly complained, her voice echoing outside the gazebo, and was carried away by the wind.

"[Y/n]-sama?" A sudden voice broke the said girl from her tantrum.

[Y/n] whipped her attention toward the stranger's voice. Her [e/c] eyes met with blue and yellow mechanical ones. Silver hair swayed with the wind as the person stood at the entrance of the gazebo. The girl hadn't realized that she had slumped deep in her seat and was caught behaving childishly by one of her food souls.

"G-Gou-nii, good morning," she let out an awkward chuckle while fixing her position, sweat-dropping at her stupidity. "I didn't expect you here."

B-52 scanned his master's condition before speaking up. "Brownie told me to check up on you."

"Ah... I see," [Y/n] drawled out. The disappointment was evident in her face with her bottom lips pursed into a pout and eyebrows knitted together. "Do you have anything to do next? If not, come sit here with me," she said, tapping the vacant space beside her.

"No," was the male's simple reply.

He then trudged over to where the [h/c]ette was and sat in the space next to her. As soon as he was seated, [Y/n] pulled her legs up and laid them on the seat. She leaned her upper body down and rested her head on B-52's lap, her gaze upwards while the male stared down at her with an emotionless face.

"[Y/n]-sama, what are you doing?"

"I'm resting my head on your lap. Am I heavy?"

B-52 simply shook his head. This earned a smile from the teen as she proceeded to close her eyes, feeling comfortable in her current position. The two remained like that for a few moments, serene silence befell upon them as the winds occasionally picked up and brushed past the two. Of course, wearing only thin pieces of casual clothing, [Y/n] would shiver whenever the cold breeze pricked her skin.

"Are you perhaps cold, [Y/n]-sama?" the food soul asked, glancing down at the trembling body of his master attendant. 

Opening [e/c] irises, [Y/n] was met with B-52's stoic expression. "Yeah, a bit," she answered, though made no effort to warm herself up. "Hey, Gou-nii. I have a request."

"What would that might be?"

"Can you take me up in the skies?" she pleaded, curiosity and desperation evident in those pools of hers. [Y/n] has been curious as to how it feels to be flying and seeing that she has at least three food souls who have that ability, she can't help but be intrigued and low-key jealous.

The male's gaze studied her own for a good minute before he bluntly answered. "No." 

"Why~?" [Y/n] childishly whined, puffing her cheeks and jutting her lower lip out in a cute pout. She put on her best puppy eyes though unsure whether the mechanical food soul would be swayed by this. 

"I do believe that the others—and I—find the notion dangerous for Master Attendant. Furthermore, Brownie would not like [Y/n]-sama to be in an accident. That's why he entrusted me to watch over you," the silverette stated, his voice lacking the usual monotone and now holding concern for the girl. 

[Y/n] understood where he was coming from, and as much as she wanted to comply with them and not cause trouble for her beloved food souls, her boredom and curiosity eventually took over her rationality. She already had this chance to feel what B-52 could feel when in the air, there was no way she would just give up this rare opportunity just for the sake of her safety. Although let's admit that she is subconsciously afraid of anything wrong happening while above ground, the thought is overwhelmed by her whim. 

"Pretty please, Gou-nii~? It won't take long, I promise! And besides, you can carry me, right?" [Y/n] pressed, now resorting to wrapping her arms around his waist and snuggling the boy to obedience. "You're already here with me, there's no way you would let any harm go my way when you're here, right?" She then looked up and stared at his alluring orbs.

B-52 was torn between doing his duty as her food soul and protecting her from harm or giving in to her request. Lifting his left hand from the side, he gently patted the girl's [h/c] locks as he thought about his decision. It took the male at least a few minutes to contemplate what would be the best path to choose whilst petting the girl who was eagerly receiving his affections.

In a while, B-52 nodded solemnly. "I understand. I would comply with [Y/n]-sama's request. I would also ensure that you'll be safe with me up in the air."

"Wah! I'm so happy!" [Y/n] cheered as she sat up and immediately engulfed the white-haired food soul in a tight embrace, her arms wrapped around his neck, and her face buried in his shoulders. "Thank you so much, Gou-nii! I love you!"

The aforementioned food soul could only stare in shock at the girl's sudden action, making him tense and unable to know how to act in this situation. The two surely bonded together for as long as B-52 could remember when he started as her food soul, however, it was only times that they would be accompanied by others as well. In times like this, the male couldn't decipher what he should be doing in response. After all, the two never had any intimacy other than the occasional head pat and chaste kisses on the cheeks or forehead. Truly, he doesn't know that much about his master attendant despite being hers for almost two years.

Easing his tense muscles, he let out a satisfied sigh and returned the hug, carefully wrapping his limbs around her petite body to bring his beloved attendant closer. "I...love you too, [Y/n]-sama," he whispered in her ears, flitting his lids close.

As a red hue bloomed on the girl's cheeks and the grin widened, she then pulled back and beamed. "Let's go, Gou-nii! I can't wait to experience this for the first time with you!" she giggled, bouncing from the seat on the gazebo and gently tugging the winged food soul by his hand.

B-52 obliged and followed her outside the gazebo and into the vibrant garden. It was such an unusually windy day. The air currents were harsh and chilling, and the time intervals it would appear were random. The flora around the garden would dance along with the winds, and the pink petals of the cherry trees floated around the marvelous place. Once the two reached a perfect open space, the silverette's heterochromia corneas glanced down at his master. 

"Are you comfortable if I hold you like this, [Y/n]-sama?" he asked whilst embracing the girl against his body, his arm wrapped around securely around the small of her back and her waist. "Please do hold onto me all the time," he added. 

"This is fine, Gou-nii," [Y/n] responded as she wrapped her arms around his neck tightly as instructed.

"Good. Very well then, I would first prepare my wings before we take off," B-52 nodded as his mechanical wings spread out behind him for a test run.

After a few minutes of his mechanical wing changing gears and testing out the mobility, B-52 then slowly lifted off the ground with the [h/c]ette in his hold. The lift-off ensued without much difficulty despite the weight, and the food soul was able to get a secure grip on his passenger. [Y/n] could feel her heart thumping aggressively against her ribcage from the excitement and nervousness. She was feeling chills run down her spine, yet it wasn't due to the noon breeze. Once B-52 ensured that it was stable enough, he flew a few more feet upwards in one swift move.

"AAAHHH!" [Y/n] shrieked at the unexpected action, instinctively clinging tighter to her food soul in fear of falling—not that he would allow it though. The pressure of the cold winds roughly caressed her face, eyes tight shut, and [h/c] locks splayed everywhere. 

At last, B-52 seemed to stop ascending the sky and now stalled reasonable meters above the ground. His gaze landed on the girl still secured in his arms. Unconsciously, he sported a small smile at her petite form. A few moments later, [Y/n] calmed down from that and carefully opened her eyes. A pair of [e/c] orbs instantly met with heterochromia ones. 

"We're high up in the air, right?" the teenager asked, all the while emitting a nervous chuckle. She loosened her hold around her food soul's neck and instead rested her hand on his shoulder. 

The silverette promptly nodded, a smile sporting his lips. "Yes. We're 50 meters above the ground. The wind currents are stable for now, you can try and look around, [Y/n]-sama," he mentioned, glancing at the view below.

[Y/n] followed his gaze and soon her eyes widened in awe, and her mouth parted slightly as she was left starstruck. The view from above was indeed magnificent. She could see the large mansion placed in the middle of her large property, the enormous garden from where they were earlier shrunk in size. Turning her head, she saw several pavilion houses that were made for a select few of her food souls. Flora surrounded the whole property, and behind the mansion was a dense forest followed by a clearing by the cliff overlooking a body of water. 

Seeing that her property was located at the top of a hill, she could see the town below. The houses littered around appeared like small collective boxes, and the establishments present were very much visible. She could even see her restaurant, Moon Rose Resto, and the annexed balcony, Scarlet Terrace. Ah... How she admired this view.

"Are you enjoying yourself, [Y/n]-sama?" B-52 inquired, shifting his gaze from the surroundings to his [h/c]ette master.

"Mhm. I do!" she chirped, bobbing her head. After a few minutes of admiring the town, she turned to him, a cheeky smile plastered on her face. "Is it okay if we move? I wanna experience flying with you and admiring the town more."

B-52 obediently nodded. "Of course, [Y/n]-sama. Hang on tight." 

[Y/n] did what she was instructed and wrapped her arms around the silverette's neck once again. A cold breeze brushed past the two of them as they swiveled across the air. Her [e/c] eyes gaze at her surroundings as they fly past the large mansion and into the town below. After a few minutes of watching the townspeople go on with their daily lives, the duo was about to return to the mansion on top of the hill.

Just as B-52 flew over the pathway, strong winds stuck the two. His mechanical wings got tangled, forcing him to lose balance in the air. At the same time, both of them lose their grip on each other from that.

"Eh?" [E/c] orbs dilated in shock, her heart skipping a beat as she reached out towards her food soul. She could feel the cold breeze whizzing past her falling form, [h/c] tresses splayed in every direction.

"[Y/N]-SAMA!" B-52 screamed, extending his arms towards her in an attempt to grab her falling form.

With knitted eyebrows, he clicked his tongue and immediately adjusted his wings. Once he was stable enough, he didn't waste another minute diving downwards. [Y/n]'s figure was fast descending the heavens, her heart running a mile as tears started to form in the corner of her eyes. She didn't want to die like this. She shut her lids tight, afraid of the impact of her body meeting the solid ground. She waited for her inevitable death... However, instead of the harsh earth, she felt trembling limbs hugging her form as she ascended into the air. 

Cautiously opening her eyes, she was met with a terrified B-52, his face showed so much emotion that the master attendant didn't know. "Are you...okay, [Y/n]-sama?" he asked through uneven breaths.

Her gaze scanned his form. It was evident from that that he wasn't expecting that to happen. And worst of all, she knew that he was so afraid of her falling to her death. Pursing her quivering lips, she wrapped her arms around his neck, burying her face in the crook of his neck. 

"Mhm. I'm okay, Gou-nii. Thank you for saving me," she weakly mumbled, the trauma of earlier still catching up to her. 

"I apologize for my inability to predict that outcome, [Y/n]-sama..." he mentioned, now landing safely in the middle of the garden they once stood in earlier. "I'm terribly sorry for failing you as your food soul and endangering your life. Truly I'm sorry..." his voice faltered at the end, setting the teen down as he slowly loosened his grip on her petite form. 

[Y/n] vigorously shook her head. "No! You saved me, Gou-nii. You shouldn't apologize. In the end, it's my fault for forcing you to comply with my stupid request. I was blinded by my whim and didn't think of this possibility. That's why you shouldn't blame yourself," she asserted, her face undeniably full of resolve about the matter and isn't going to be persuaded otherwise.

"But..." the male started though was stopped by his master.

"Don't say anything more, Gou-nii. It's all in the past. Even though I almost died, I'm still alive now, right?" she smiled weakly, trying to convince the male not to blame himself further. After all, she didn't want a repeat of his history and his blame on himself for being inadequate. ​​​​​​"I'm just glad that you're here for me, Gou-nii..." With that, she moved closer and wrapped her arms around his torso, hugging the male in reassurance despite her trembling.

B-52 eventually relaxed in her embrace, reciprocating the gesture by wrapping his arms around her shoulders, bringing the [h/c]ette closer. He then rested his chin on top of her head and closed his eyes. "I promise it won't happen again, [Y/n]-sama..."

[ohgoditssnek]

It's this time of the month when snek complains about bungo stray dogs.

However, this time it is not entirely about bsd and more about general portrail of Lovecraft inspired characters in media. But since im too busy working on my diploma to write an actual paper about this topic, i will default to just being disappointed in bsd writing. And bsd Lovecraft is a good example.

So, anyways. Lovecraft is boring af as a character. I assume there is a piece of media that managed to make him fun that i missed, but bsd Lovecraft is nothing. So most of the others. And the reason is that they aren't based on the writer himself, but rather on one of his works. His nothing but a shallow Call of Cthulhu reference. Silly eldritch tentacle monster. In bsd his just a prop, standing there, being...tired. Yeah, yeah, Cthulhu sleeping in the depths of the ocean. I get it.

I assume Lovecraft as a person isn't very exciting. But the idea of making him into tentacle critter is even less exciting. That's the first thing that comes to mind and it's boring and unimaginative. That sort of interpretation just tells me that you don't know anything about the author really. It's the same thing as basing Lewis Carroll character ENTIRELY on Alice in wonderland.

If you want to make Lovecraft character based on his work at least choose less obvious one. Call of Cthulhu isn't even good. Lovecraft has much more interesting compelling works than this one. I know. I read all of them. I had a hypefixation moment, that's why I care about Lovecraft do much. I know too much information about him.

And H. P. Lovecraft is an IDIOT. He's STUPID. He's such a prick not like other girls hikka that it's hilarious. This man roleplayed with his panpals, he was talking about food SO MUCH in his letters, he kinned every 18-19 century poet and writer, he was an Edgar Allan Poe fangirl. Lovecraft was such a mess, I'd like to talk to him really. He wouldn't like me probably, because I'm not American and not even western European. And we both have such horrible social anxiety, we'd just sit in awkward silence and then I'd infodump about bees and dsmp lore and break him like a victorian child, unless he'd actually find concept of Minecraft roleplay interesting... BUT ANYWAYS BACK TO THE TOPIC.

Bsd Lovecraft is nothing but a plot device. He's there to be big scary monster for soukoku to fight. Nothing wrong with big scary monster to fight it's just. He has no personality, there's nothing exciting about him, no interesting thoughts or interpretations. Just an eldritch monster.

But you can make him so much more than that. He could be so out of touch with reality because his only source of information about society were old literature book, just like real life Lovecraft grew up petty much in isolation with a company of century old stories. Make him complain about humans, make him obsessed fashion, because he wants to look like a real gentlemen, but then he misses the point entirely. Just like real Lovecraft did. You can make his reason for helping Fitzgerald not some shady contract, but his own will to do something for a noble cause. There's so much more that you can do with him, instead of making him into apathetic wall with do a scary button.

But why bother writing all that for a background character who's only on screen for half an hour?

Why bother including him at all? I'm sure there's a way to do a soukoku moment without him in the narrative. Bsd has do many characters it won't make a difference if you remove someone of them. What's the point of forcing in a character if you not interested in making them fun or exploring them.

It's the whole premise of bungo stray dogs, isn't it? You come to see cool autor interpretation. Bsd is borne out of love for literature and writers, but then some of the characters get so much less attention and care then others. And it's not even that hard to write a good character when you have a real person as a reference. How'd come so many bsd characters are nothing but blank pages and troupes? If not for literature, half of the people won't be interested in the story.

Bsd is very strange media to consume. You have to wach anime, read manga, read novells to understand the characters and setting, and then you have to read autors' works and biographies to understand the meta (and because people will bully you on the internet if you don't). But then. Then you look at it as a whole and. It feels like a fever dream. It rushes to tell you all the cool stuff, but then it's either not enough stuff or too much stuff and you have to go do homework to understand what that was about. It almost can't pick want it wants to be.

Bsd is just one big fanfiction that just wants to play with all those cool characters and doesn't want to do boring storytelling stuff.

And idk.

Slay?

What was i talking about by the way? Ah yes, Lovecraft. Please stop making him into Cthulhu. That's boring.

Thanks for coming to my ted talk, i will now proceed to write logistic strategy for a small game development studio in Poland.

[raingoup]

Playing FFXIII in 2023: Chapter 1

As I'm keeping myself busy writing more stories, I suddenly had an odd urge to play Final Fantasy XIII on the Xbox Series S. It was such an easy subject to make fun of and critique back when it first released. I couldn't help but wonder what my feelings about it are now that I'm having a lot of fun with storytelling these days.

I remember playing it for a while back then, but dropped it after a certain point. It was a specific area that bored me so much that I couldn't take it anymore. Perhaps this time it will be different as I only play games for a few hours on a weekly basis now.

To begin with, the graphics holds up incredibly well considering that this game is from the PS360 era of games that were infamous for being so brown everywhere.

I enjoy how the story starts with Lightning breaking free and fights PSICOM, which in turn causes the other prisoners to stand up and join in. However, the fact that PSICOM never bothered to confiscate her anti-gravity device is complete bullshit.

I'm okay with the battle system at this point of time, but it was disappointing that the only strategic choices I could make during the whole chapter was using blitz for clustered enemies and healing potions. I have a bad feeling that chapter 2 will be more of the same.

When the POV switched from Lightning to Snow, I got pretty annoyed. From what I've read in the datalogs, there are details that eventually gets referenced later on during Lightning's POV. However, any/all flavor text in regards to Snow and NORA in this chapter gets no recognition in favor of stupid quips and jokes that fall flat. Oh well, at least Lebreau is a cutie.

The most interesting part during Snow's POV was when Vanille remarks that he's all talk. An apt description of Snow's character arc following his critical miss of grabbing an RPG, leading to the resistance getting annihilated as well as Hope's mother sacrificing herself to save Snow.

Vanille becomes further interesting when she reveals that her smile is a façade and her bubbly personality is a coping mechanism. Despite this, she still pulls through for Hope after he loses her mother. It's a shame that I can't erase the memory of my close friend having an obscene hard-on for her and refusing to shut up about it for a long time. Ugh...

As far as pacing goes, it got dreadful whenever the black screen cut happens. It makes sense with doing budget cuts whenever possible(65 million dollars development costs is pretty crazy for its time). I'm thankful that the backwards compatibility with the Xbox Series S works great. The load times were quite unbearable at certain points when I first played this on PS3(perhaps another factor in dropping it back then).

Even though, I have my complaints, I do find myself having a good time. There's a lot of jargon, but it's still easy enough to follow. Snow is awkward, but there's potential with his character arc(also his hand grenade move is fun). And while the combat is simple, there is enough strategy with blitz and hand grenade to mix it up for now. Hopefully, my optimism remains with chapter two.

[thcophagy]

"i don't know if it was brave, but usually i'm told it was stupid so..." he shrugged and raised the cigarette back up to his mouth to take another puff before the wind threatened to try and put it out. it wasn't like he had many people in his life anyway, the few people who had told him they were disappointed in his decision had mainly been lecturers who had seen his potential and he didn't hold too much value to their opinions. "sounds delightful." he said with a sympathetic smile before cocking his head down so he could better see the blonde with her newfound closeness to him. it wasn't a career path he'd touch even with a gun to his head, but people had to make a living somehow, and he had no doubt that people would be fans of her content if she came across as she was then, captivating but not overbearing, she seemed to know what lines not to cross but still verged on the edge, tempting the conversation with the promise of not letting die an awkward, boring death. the thought of being remembered was appealing to oz, even if it wasn't for anything particularly meaningful, he took another small drag before holding it back up for her, hovering it a couple of centimetres before her lips. "memorable in a good way, or are you bullying me?" he asked, chewing on his bottom lip to try and soften his temptation to smile. either way, he wouldn't have minded, a little bullying built character and besides, from a pretty girl it was still basically a form of flirting.

she takes a moment to consider before answering. takes in the way he watches her mouth with a silent sort of interest, she thinks, she hopes, and examines the mark she left behind. would he be just as enamored, she wonders, if she left burgundy stains on his neck? his lips? "maybe, but it's also pretty brave." doesn't think kara's every done anything brave in her life, and again, she sort of envies him for it. pauses at his question, using the opportunity to take a subtle step closer to him, shoulder still pressing against the brick. ever the chameleon, she often caters how she presents what she does for a living to the person. teens and girls closer to her age, for example, seem to love that she's an influencer, and view her as an envied role model. she doesn't imagine he'll be as impressed. so she shrugs and settles for, "i work in advertising. mainly video content." it's true enough, and it's far more aligned with what recent college graduates with public relation degrees are meant to be. "so, basically just as painful." quirks her smile and tilts her head up slightly, the steadily increasing proximity forcing her angle to change. "no weirder than the fact that i do remember you." honestly, she's surprised he hasn't called her some sort of stalker for it. "what can i say? you've got a memorable face."

[eddis-not-eeddis]

So the K-drama my sisters and I all liked has turned out to suck, because, quite frankly, we are much better at writing romance subplots than any of the writers on that team were. We are devastated.

Things Wrong With Once Upon a Small Town

The leading lady does entirely too much pining. I am not opposed to a reasonable amount of pining. I may even pine a bit myself, from time to time. But her level of pining is practically indecent, and often unnecessary too.

We had the secondary romance plotted out perfectly. The vet tech (oh she of the instant coffee stash) was supposed to fall for the peach farmer who ran the local cafe. Finally getting a taste for real coffee, etc. etc. It was going to be adorable.

LOOK IF YOU ARE GOING TO HAVE A K-DRAMA CATCH AT LEAST DO IT RIGHT! MY GOSH! The woman was LITERALLY on a STEP LADDER and the LIGHT was SIFTING through the TREES and THEY WERE HAVING a MOMENT. Perfect set up. Zero execution. The lame excuse of a K-drama catch that happened when they were all drunk after the party (she literally tripped over nothing!) just doesn't cut it. -3/10

We all decided that if the male lead's ex was gonna get with anyone it needed to be his bestie, because none of us like him or her, but we were all in favor of her not ever getting married ever and accidentally driving into a ditch...until we realized that would probably have led to her getting amnesia or something and lengthening the already overburdened plot.

Too many awkward meetings on the road while the characters are walking their bicycles. Get ON the bike and pedal folks. You can't awkwardly gawk or stare mournfully after someone when you are trying to hit your deadline, so get moving! Y'all are supposed to by super busy! GET! YOUR! TAILS! IN! GEAR!

There should have been more cows.

No really. He's a country vet, WHERE ARE ALL MY GOSH DARN COWS?

Also we expected to see at least a few sheep and they never appeared and we were heartily disappointed.

I really thought the rivalry between towns was going to amount to something, but it was honestly quite lackluster and rather boring.

Seriously people, communication is key. I had to watch thirty minutes of the leading lady lying to everyone about her feelings and then being mopey about the fact that the male lead wasn't dating her.

Um. Why is the peach farmer always just there? Doesn't he have a peach farm and a cafe to run? WTH? My guy, you have one (pardon, two) jobs. Stop hanging around the leading lady. She's not that into you.

I am expected to feel bad for a guy who has waited multiple years to confess his feelings and then only does so once he is drunk in front of his rival. No. Zero compassion. Love triangle drop-kicked into the ether. All of these people suck, but he sucks the most.

This is a stupid thing to be bothered by, but since I'm already on a roll, the male lead's socks personally offended me.

WHY WEREN'T THERE MORE COOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOWS!?!?!?!?!?!?!?

Luckily there is only one episode left and then it will be over.

[samcykle]

i lost my first kiss

I’ve gotten what I’ve always wanted as a young girl. As I sat, reading countless shitty wattpad stories, countless mangas about love and fate—there was no denying it. I was in love with romance. Even now, I spend my summer reading about love and war and the comfort of it all.

I wanted to experience love, romance, passion—I didn’t care if it came with heartbreak, I wanted to genuinely enjoy someone. But my standards were high, probably because of these stories of men sacrificing the world for their immense love. So I had never really been fully interested in a man—or even try to keep one around. Usually I run away, thinking he's not good enough. He’s too boring, he’s ugly, he’s too socially awkward. I wanted to really find someone I would like, someone that I could be irrevocably in love with. Someone I saw no flaws in. Sure people like that existed, but it’s not like they gave me any hope, I didn’t even talk to them. I just sat back, thinking about what could be.

Then it happened. One day of bad decisions and too much trust in a man I’ve never met—he was there.

Just like out of some shitty romance story he took me to see the city view from a quiet hill, and he talked about his life. I had no experience actually talking to men, especially one I was interested in. I was awkward, fumbled a lot. Sometimes I'm not even sure if I was making a point.

We begin the end of the night in the car, he tells me there’s a rhythm, and that I could be a little bit more gentle with my kisses. I remember the way he looked at me. Like he was in love, like I was the only thing that existed in the world. I like to blame it on him. I wouldn’t have lost my first kiss if he didn’t look at me like that. If he didn’t meet all of my standards and expectations from a real life romance book—maybe I wouldn’t have given in.

On the drive back, he sings, his voice is deep and rich. He points out the castles in the neighborhood. His house was impressive, but somehow not the most impressive in his neighborhood.

I pull up to his driveway.

“Hey, now you’ve got a new story to tell.”

I laugh and agree. I’m gonna tell my friend all about this night.

I ask him for one final hug before he’s walking off with mcdonald’s meant for the trash, and nasty thoughts I didn’t let him relieve himself of. I was tired afterwards. Felt like crying, screaming—not all in bad ways of course.

The following hours consisted of telling each of my friends exactly what happened. First, cried out of shock, jealousy, and happiness for me. Second screamed over facetime with me and gave me realistic hopes for next time. Third called me a slut—and then wanted to know the exact details. The fourth bounced off the walls laughing in shock and disbelief. He told me it sounded straight out of some love story.

I woke up the next morning filled with regret and longing for a second time, a second chance to prove that I was worth keeping around. But alas, My message was still there, lingering for another space to be filled by him.

I felt disappointed. He didn’t text me back. He didn’t even like my story where he took the photo for me. I was confused. I was good enough to sneak out with at 2 am. But not good enough to text again?

But as I sit here and write it, it makes me realize, he is just a story.

A stupid romance story that has a beginning and an end to it. One where there is happiness, and then the end. Of course I’m not content with just ending it like that, however, romantic stories don’t show the endings, they don’t show that maybe in the future they drift.

I don’t regret it. He gave me exactly what I wanted—a love story. One that in the future I could tell and laugh about, reminisce on being a teenager. One like the wattpad stories of highschool love. Simple, sweet, and short.

Sure I’ll be sad that this romance isn’t a novels worth of time, but it exists, it was there, for one night, under the stars, surrounded by city lights.

-sam. july 25th, 2:15-4:30 am

[legacyofwalpurgis22]

THIS THIS THIS IS HOW IT SHOULD'VE GONE ISTG

Noah, Eva, Katie, Sadie, Trent, Ezekiel, and Lindsay were criminally underused in island (and in general tbh), like yeah Trent and Lindsay were pretty important side characters but they didn't get to be very individual yk? like Trent was a pretty bland chill dude who's sole purpose was being Gwen's love interest while Lindsay was left as a dumb blonde solely meant to be Heather's sidekick and they both could've been so much more???

The early outs + Sadie are all so interesting potential wise as well?? (except Justin but that might just be me finding him boring after we got Alejandro in tdwt lol, also I love Tyler but he works best as a comic relief side character imo) like I'm gonna expand on this rq cause I have Thoughts.

Ezekiel

Zeke ould've had a really interesting arc where he unlearns his misogyny, makes real friends (BETH AND LINDSAY ARE RIGHT THERE), and just generally becomes more accustomed to the world outside of the farm.

However, this arc would probably work best as a multi-season thing (he should've been on tda and I stand by that) and imo Zeke should've had his comeback in TDA instead of that feral bullshit in TDWT. Like let him just be a Guy who's a bit awkward and not very good at reading social situations but is still pretty chill, good in challenges (he's got that farm strength), and genuinely just trying his best to improve himself, help his team, and get far in the game.

Eva

The writers giving her nothing when she came back post-merge in TDI pisses me off like she should've gone on an immunity run and been the biggest thorn in Heather's side purely via forcing her to up her strategic game and actually work on her social game to avoid being voted out cause no one has a chance at immunity against Eva. I mean she could've had the chance to chill out a bit, make some friends, and work on her anger issues but still been voted out anyway cause she's such a challenge threat.

ALSO the fact that she never came back for another season makes me so upset like why did we not get a full Team E-Scope reunion in TDWT??? like the teams were literally uneven cause Ezekiel ended up on Team Victory and Duncan quit (this works best with Ezekiel returning for TDA and not being on TDWT so that the teams are hypothetically even had Duncan not quit, with my hc for this version being that Chris was planning on putting him on Team Victory so that he's stuck with Harold again and separated from Courtney and Gwen)

I fully believe we should've had Eva on Team Chris (make life more difficult for Alejandro when it comes to avoid elimination via the Team E-Scope + Owen bestie agenda) and Katie on Team Amazon (which we'll get back to in her section).

Just generally I think Team E-Scope as a group/potential alliance should've been explored more and Eva being the only one who never returned annoys me so much.

Noah

Literally the biggest disappointment from the writers imo like he's literally THE SCHEMER why was he out 3rd???

He could've been a really interesting ally for Heather as someone who knows that's she's manipulative but doesn't really care and will willingly work with her to further his own game.

HOWEVER, a mini arc where he makes friends (Owen, Eva, and Izzy my beloveds <3) and becomes disillusioned with how ruthless and generally kinda cruel Heather is being could be really interesting imo and having his moment of not keeping his mouth shut being him calling out Heather (privately so that the Lindsay blow up still has weight and consequences for Heather) and her getting him booted could make his return in TDWT and the introduction of Alejandro that much more interesting.

ALSO HEATHER + NOAH + LINDSAY ALLIANCE FTW A NOAH + LINDSAY FRIENDSHIP WOULD BE SO FUNNNNNNNN

Anyway, speaking of TDWT, Noah being a late pre-merge boot was genuinely so stupid oh my god like Team Chris literally won the challenge idc if Gwen and Courtney brought back Duncan.

Anyway, his rivalry with Alejandro should've been explored more and having a situation where he and Heather are the only ones who recognise how sketchy Alejandro is but also having them hate each other and refuse to work together on principal combined with Team Chris being effectively split down the middle (in my world where Eva is in TDWT, Izzy is still gone but Owen and Eva would most likely vote with Noah while Tyler and Duncan - who doesn't like Noah - would probably vote with Alejandro) puts Team Chris in a very interesting stalemate which, when combined with Chris canonically being willing to keep contestant if they're bringing drama, the potential for Tyler being medically evacuated in Area 51 via getting blown up by a land mine, and them winning immunity in Sweden + it being a non-elimination round, means that Noah could conceivably make it to merge and make the post-merge portions of the game a lot more interesting.

Now I'm not saying he'd win, but I think he could make it decently far and it'd be a fun wild card scenario where he kinda steps into the shadows post-merge and lets Alejandro and Heather duke it out so they forget about him while he quietly fucks up all of their moves lmao.

Katie

KATIE OMG. The wasted potential with Katie and Sadie as individuals is insane to me like they should've each had a season to shine separate from each other like they were basically blank slates the writer could've done pretty much ANYTHING with them and it could've made sense.

Now, for Katie specifically I think her being voted out early in TDI is fine cause that (for me) is Sadie's season to shine. But I think she should've been brought back without Sadie for TDWT (not TDA cause that's the Zeke and Justin redemption season) and popped onto Team Amazon. Why Team Amazon? Cause that team is fucking insane and they need a grounding force BAD like between the Cody + Sierra mess, the Courtney + Gwen mess, the light dose of Gwen + Cody mess, and Heather just generally being a menace that team desperately needed someone normal to be an anchor for the craziness and a general backbone to keep them from falling apart.

Ok onto actual plot ideas for Katie, I think it'd be kinda interesting for Heather to lowkey latch onto her early on (they didn't spend much time together on TDI so Katie has the least beef with her lol) so that Team Amazon are like 3 tentative duos working as a team where none of the duos actually trust each other (except Sierra ig cause I fully believe that canon Sierra would literally die for Cody) and they're insanely messy at all times.

ANYWAY, Katie's main goal with coming back is to prove that she's a person separate from Sadie and and I think she could be a pretty good social player if given the chance to actually be in the game. Now, I do think she'd probably be either a late pre-merge or early post-merge boot due to her shaky alliance with Heather (she may not particularly like Heather but she was the only person she could really partner up with on Team Amazon and they both needed allies) but before she gets eliminated I think she'd be a solid competitor who makes a lot of friends but doesn't quite have the strategic head to use these connections to further her game.

I can also see her maybe becoming friends with Cody? I think she'd recognise just how uncomfortable Sierra is making him and would be a person for him to talk to when the Sierra situation and the general messiness of the team get to be a bit much (I envision them bonding during the commercial challenge in Japan).

Sadie

Sadie 100% should've been given more to do after Katie's elimination in TDI like the storyline was RIGHT THERE.

Literally just have her go on a journey of becoming less dependant on Katie, let her bond with some of the other Killer Bass members (my personal choices would be Bridgette, Courtney, Geoff, and possibly Harold just for fun) let her actually be a presence within the Bass rather than just an extra background character who kinda just coasts through.

Maybe she could start seeing through Heather at some point?? It could be interesting if she develops a friendship with Lindsay (especially after the fear factor challenge) and inadvertently plants the seed that leads, when combined with some things Noah's said and his elimination coming out of left field, to Lindsay having her big light bulb moment regarding Heather and revealing the extent of her manipulation to the rest of the cast.

Honestly, I don't have many ideas for her but after reading The Other Side by WeirdNCrazy she has a special place in my heart so she still deserves better!!

Trent

Trent getting eliminated via Heather's manipulations does make sense but I just think he should've been given an identity outside of being Gwen's crush and a Decent Guy. Like give him friends?? (I'd pick Owen cause lbr Owen can be friends with basically anyone who isn't Alejandro lmao)

Uhhhh ngl I don't have many ideas for him either but the depiction of his OCD in TDA was horrendous and as a relativity important character he deserved to be given a storyline that was properly fleshed out and didn't hinge entirely on his relationship with Gwen (which needed a proper resolution literally wtf happened to them in TDA) or a terrible representation of his mental health.

Lindsay

LINDSAY LINDSAY MY BESTIE I LOVE HER SM <333333

I fully believe that Lindsay and Harold should've been the final 2 in TDA and she should've been viewed as legitimate threat in TDWT as opposed to just going back to being a dumb blonde. Like

Anyway, as for TDI I think a Heather + Noah + Lindsay alliance would've been a genuinely huge threat if it were written correctly cause in my mind you have Heather and Noah as the primary strategic backbone (and Heather as the strongest physical player of the trio) while Lindsay is genuinely one of the biggest social threats in the game (alongside Owen) and while she may not be book smart she's amazing at making friends and she should've been written as one of the most socially intelligent players who can fill in the gaps in the more strategic Heather and Noah's plans with her knowledge of the contestants interpersonal relationships and her more emotional focus on the game would make an interesting contrast to Heather and Noah's reliance on logic.

Also I think it would've been very interesting for Lindsay to be an active participant in her alliance's scheming in TDI rather than just being Heather's lackey like she was in canon. Let her be an active schemer, let her become proper friends with Noah as they bond over their growing exasperation/annoyance with Heather the further they get into the game. Like she can scheme but still be genuinely nice to and friends with the other campers and her dislike of mean-spirited scheming that goes beyond simply being a game move (e.g. Heather reading Gwen's diary, being mean to other contestants purely to be mean rather than it being for strategic reasons) would be the perfect thing to spark discontent within the alliance as Heather starts to go overboard while Lindsay and Noah get more and more pissed off over how awful Heather's being. I can see offhand comments from Sadie about Heather's attitude, Noah's elimination, and the whole thing with the bike challenge being what finally makes Lindsay snap and what tips off the rest of the contestants to just how big of a hand Heather's had in the previous eliminations, significantly the difficulty of the game for Heather moving forward.

BONUS ROUND cause I also have Thoughts for Heather and Owen lol

Heather

Ok so Heather being outwardly a bitch the second she stepped foot in Camp Wawanakwa was horrible strategy on her part and without her clutch immunity wins there's no way she would've made final 3 imo.

The thing that makes it worse it that there was a super easy fix from a writing perspective! Just have her be outwardly nice to the contestants and juxtapose it with scenes of her bitching in the confessionals and scheming with Noah and Lindsay so that the audience knows she's bad news while the contestants (bar Noah and Lindsay) are unaware of how much influence she's got over the game.

It'd also be pretty interesting for her to have a minor corruption arc in TDI with the power she has pre-Lindsay's elimination getting to her and making her an even worse person as the show goes on. I also think this would amplify her 3 season arc of going from regular bitchy girl with a solid strategic mind to the powerhouse hidden dictator of the game to the social pariah/exiled villain and eventually becoming an anti-hero after she mends some burned bridges and takes down Alejandro in the finale.

As for those burned bridges I just mentioned I can see her making nice with Leshawna, Harold, and Duncan in TDA cause even in canon the first person she properly connected with was Harold and Leshawna literally said "you can count me as a friend" in TDA. Duncan is a little more iffy cause he and Heather clash a lot but when they manage to work together they're a powerhouse and I think they'd be fun as frenemies at least.

Additionally, a possible reconciliation with Noah in TDWT where they team up against Alejandro cause 'the enemy of my enemy is my friend' and their strategic collaboration evolves back into a tentative friendship before Noah's TDWT elimination would be very interesting and a nice bookend to their storyline from TDI along with making for a nice full circle moment for Heather to cap off her journey over the course of the show.

Owen

Now finally we have Owen. Owen is very interesting to me, he's a finalist (and the canonical winner of TDI to me) who never really got treated as a main character, he was well-liked by everyone but also managed to annoy everyone at least once, he received arguably one of the worst character assassinations in the show, and he was never treated as an actual threat in the game despite making it to the final of TDI and canonically being a fan favourite.

Personally, I think Owen could've still been a fun comic relief character but his social prowess should've been leaned into a lot more (literally the only character who hated him immediately upon meeting him was Alejandro from what I can remember) like he doesn't have to have a strategic mind to do well in the competition, he can be a huge social and physical threat (cause he canonically strong as fuck and basically immediately wins any eating challenge) and make it far with his friendships and a couple immunity wins post-merge.

Now I know that upping his social prowess might make the whole Al thing not make as much sense but I think it could be explained by just implying that Alejandro's very good at hiding his distaste for the nickname (his whole thing is that he's hiding behind a facade and refuses to show vulnerability so it checks out imo) and only having a couple of contestants (Noah, Heather, Lindsay, and possibly Eva) pick up on his distaste for the nickname. Owen on the other hand, is still a little naive in general and sometimes misses more subtle social cues.

ANYWAY!!

Sorry for this long ass rant omg I didn't mean to type this much lmao

I hope this shit actually makes sense?? If not then sorry lol, I just have lots of thoughts abt this show and how the writing could've been improved.

Granted, I'm not really taking into account that Total Drama is literally a kids show when thinking abt how to improve the plot and I might be thinking too much abt the strategic portion of the show cause I've been watching a bunch of old-school Survivor and Big Brother recaps lmao

TLDR; Eva and Sadie should've had more presence and impact in TDI, Zeke should've been in TDA, TDWT should've been Noah and Katie's redemption moments with a side order of Eva cause I love her, Trent and Lindsay deserved proper storylines, Heather should've been less outwardly mean and needed more obstacles to make it clear how good at the game she actually is, and Owen should've been allowed to be a genuine social threat who can generally read people decently but occasionally struggles to see through facades (e.g. Heather, Alejandro).

massive post about all the changes i’m making in my season one rewrite of tdi! the fic i have for it is slow updating so i wanted to share everything here for yall to enjoy too! <3

i’ll be starting with teams and some swaps i made, then go through the characters in their elimination order!!!

the screaming gophers: heather, tyler, beth, noah, owen, eva, izzy, trent, lashawna, gwen, katie

the killer bass: courtney, bridgette, geoff, duncan, harold, sadie, lindsay, dj, ezekiel, justin, cody

as you see, i swapped two pairs of characters! (technically three since izzy is on the gophers but i kept sadie and katie on different teams!!)

eva and justin are swapped, as well as tyler and lindsay! i have good reasoning for it trust.

now for character changes! (in the order of elimination)

DJ: he doesn’t change too much! all that’s different is it’s him voted off after the first challenge instead of ezekiel. DJ and Courtney were the two in danger!

Justin: since Eva is now on Heather’s team, the queen bee chooses to take Justin out from the killer bass since she worries his charm will carry him too far. uses his fake eyelids cheating strategy to turn the bass against him after the awake-a-thon!

Beth: Heather still attempts to get Beth under her thumb, but without the presence of Lindsay to help make it somewhat enjoyable, Beth is simply not into it! she’s too annoying and unhelpful, so when Heather sees the resident genius (Noah) in danger of getting eliminated, she pulls some strings to get Beth off instead after the dodge brawl challenge!

Trent: Once again our villain is stepping in, since Heather is incredibly annoyed at the romance blooming between Trent and Gwen. due to her changed strategy in my rewrite, she decides getting rid of Trent would be more helpful, rather than Gwen. the gophers lose the talent show, and Heather gets everyone to vote for Trent since he had the lowest score!

Cody: During “the sucky outdoors,” Cody gets lost in the woods looking for Sadie after she disappeared from the group. he returns to camp late, and while he’s happy to see everyone is present and ok, he is promptly eliminated, since he was the reason his team lost.

Sadie: Everyone does relatively well for the phobia factor challenge, but the bass agree Sadie is too annoying and cowardly to stick around. Courtney narrowly avoids elimination due to Bridgette sticking up for her!

Tyler: Tyler was left to keep an eye on everyone’s boats and oars as the rest of his team did the fire starting challenge, but wasn’t paying enough attention. the oars get knocked off the boat by a fish and float downstream, costing the killer bass their win. he’s eliminated quickly after that!

Eva: although Heather was glad the powerhouse was on her team, it didn’t make Eva any less brutish or headache inducing. during the paintball challenge, Heather takes the chance to set Eva up, to make it look like she was attacking her own team. although a few teammates stick up for her, the majority vote her off when the screaming gophers lose.

Izzy: In the three part cooking challenge, Heather and Izzy are partnered up. fueled with a bit of rage due to Eva’s elimination and a normal amount of Izzy insanity, the redhead ends up locking Heather in the freezer for the majority of the challenge. because most of the competitors actually like Heather in this rewrite, they deem Izzy too unhinged and scary, and get her voted off when they lose. (yes she’s still being hunted down by the government as she flees the island)

Geoff: completely messes up the first challenge of rock climbing, mildly injuring duncan in the process. he tries to make up for it by being super encouraging, but ends up throwing his team off more than actually helping them. it’s a very sad goodbye for some, but party boy messed up one too many times.

Courtney: same as in canon, Harold rigs the votes against Courtney, wanting to mess with Duncan since the punk had constantly been bullying him. miss CIT goes kicking and screaming, leaving the majority of the killer bass angry about how she got eliminated. (Courtney takes on a much more motherly role, rather than a mean older sister. most of the killer bass actually respect her! even though they agree she can be very overbearing and stuck up)

Harold: due to the killer bass not fully believing Courtney was rightfully eliminated, Bridgette does some snooping and finds out Harold rigged the votes against her friend. he was shunned by most of the team for the challenge as well, so it was an easy move when the bass lost.

Merge: Eva and Trent are brought back! both were scorned and set up by Heather, so it makes sense for the show to bring them back, as Heather is still going pretty undetected as the villain. only Noah, Owen, and Lindsay know the truth at this point!

Noah: having secretly been working for Heather and her ploys for the first part of the show, Noah is simply tapping out once the merge hits, especially seeing as Eva is back. he lets himself fail and basically self eliminates after the extreme torture challenge. (after Heather saved Noah from elimination in the third challenge, he agrees to be her rat as long as she’ll keep him in the game so he won’t have to actually try. he stops working with her after she purposefully eliminates Eva AND Izzy, only warning Owen about what Heather’s actually like. the queen bee can almost respect it.)

Lindsay: with Harold gone and the merge in place, Duncan takes to picking on Ezekiel almost exclusively. Lindsay is simply fed up with everyone’s unruly behavior, and absolutely snaps and Heather AND Duncan. everyone is so flabbergasted by the sudden outburst they believe Heather’s story of Lindsay being the real villain, and vote the silly blonde off! (without the companionship of Beth on her team, Lindsay takes a liking to Ezekiel! being on the killer bass as well, she’s able to properly see Heather constantly not being a “Girls-Girl” as Lindsay calls it, and becomes her subtle rival throughout the season.)

Owen: my dude could simply not win the hide and seek challenge against Chef. he was found out quickly, and didn’t manage to help Chef capture anyone else in order to gain an advantage. this paired with how whiny he had been since noah left, and how strong of a social player he was, the gophers made a hard choice and eliminated him. (owen befriends team e-scope much earlier in this rewrite since they were all on the same team!)

Trent: not having immunity, and doing very little other than trying to impress Gwen/warn her about Heather was enough to annoy almost everyone. at this point people are getting suspicious about Heather, seeing as the cool musician and the angry girl seem to agree about her, but Trent is just so irritating!!! the girls make a pact to vote him off, especially since he was distracting Gwen so much.

Bridgette: unfortunately for my calm surfer girl, she was simply terrified throughout the serial killer challenge. while everyone else was simply unfazed or only a little frightened, she was almost a liability for how little she was willing to help out. due to her overwhelming fear and lack of help for everyone, she’s eliminated.

Eva: no matter how nice she tries to be, animals simply do not like her. so when the challenge was to find an animal and return it to camp, she kinda knew her time was up. she was the only camper to not return with any animal, leaving her eliminated without even needing a ceremony. she attempts to warm the girl alliance one last time about Heather before she’s shipped off yet again.

Duncan: in the challenge where the final six are divided into pairs, he gets stuck with Heather. Duncan being himself, is simply terrible to be handcuffed too, and while the girls are suspicious of Heather now, they believe her when she tells them how truly terrible it was. Duncan is gone for simply being an asshole.

Ezekiel: when Chris is talking to the eliminated campers about the final five, everyone starts rambling about how they never expected Ezekiel to make it past the first few challenges, let alone be in the final five! as they speak, each time they say his name, Chris begins counting them as votes for him to leave the island. when everyone realizes this, they start panicking and simply making it worse. Ezekiel is quickly snatched from the competition unfairly, leaving the final four.

Ms. Coconut: while the final four are seemingly stranded on an island, Katie goes a little nuts all by herself and befriends a coconut she names “Ms. Coconut,” who is eliminated in favor of not eliminating an actual competitor when revealed everyone technically failed the challenge.

Katie: split up into pairs again, Katie is paired with Lashawna, and they do pretty good! sadly not as good as Heather and Gwen, who beat them back to camp! Chef becomes the deciding factor for who gets eliminated, and he chooses Katie, claiming he felt Lashawna had a stronger chance at winning. understanding and excited to be reunited with Sadie after so long, Katie is gracefully eliminated.

Heather: same as in canon, she chickens out during Lindsay’s dare of shaving her hair off, getting her eliminated immediately from the final three, as she was the first to fail or chicken out of a challenge! (her whole head isn’t shaved, but she loses a good chuck of it! Heather very much plays up her likable side in this rewrite, and being on the gophers allows her to still be sarcastic and a little crude while still having others find her overall kind. she ropes Noah into an alliance early on, and after he stops helping her she starts slipping up and accidentally leaving others suspicious!”

and now… the winner revealed… althought you may have guessed it…

LASHAWNA!!!!

i stand by the fact she would’ve been a fantastic winner, and i love the idea of a “friendship finale” between two characters who are friends, but still give their all in the finale! Gwen simply couldn’t keep up with the determination Lashawna had to win, and was only a few feet behind when Lashawna crossed the finish line!

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YEA! there’s my elimination order and majors changes i’ve made in my rewrite! this post took me forever to write out so i hope some of you guys get a kick out of it!!!!! (i also have an all stars rewrite i may be posting about!) <3