#id climb him so fucking fast

[ilovemesomevincentprice]

I love this so much.

Vincent Price introduces The Vincent Price Fine Art Collection for Sears and Roebuck (1962)

[fraugwinska]

Going with the times was amazing! Thank you so much. If I may can I get another Alastor x Reader who is a very affectionate person like always going in for hugs if she's close to them and she gets drunk and starts trying her hardest to give Husk a hug because he looks so grumpy, so he summons Alastor to come get his girlfriend. Who then gets incredibly happy to see him and just clings to him after he picks her up. Id also like to see Angels reaction to all of this.

You are awesome!

No, YOU are awsome! :> I do love Husk and Angel together, throw drunken Reader into the mix and we have ourselfes some chaos :D I sincerely hope you like it! <3

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Take the edge off

It had started so innocently. 

For the first time since you met him, Husk had actually, actively invited you for an after-dinner-sendoff-drink at the bar, along with Angel. 

Coming from him, the one that had been the most on the fence with you, you didn't dare to pass this opportunity. It was understandable though. Husk had a deep distrust in Alastor, and, by proxy, in you when he had introduced you to the surprised residents as his ‘courtship’. 

You had visited the hotel often after that, staying for activities or dinners, bringing over some baked goods or homemade treats if your work schedule allowed time for it, lending listening ears and comforting hugs in spades to anyone who needed it and earned the admiration - or at least acceptance of your presence - from almost everyone over time. Almost. 

Husk, ever the skeptic, had made it clear to you he wouldn't want to have any relations to demons who chose to stay at Alastor's side, let alone his ‘partner’. 

But you stubbornly persisted, even though it had hurt, even though Alastor would pat your head and tell you it was wasted labor - you still tried, bringing an extra bottle of the herb sirup you knew Husk liked to spice his drinks with, or you tried to engage him in conversations about things you learned he was interested in. Now, your earnest efforts had seemed to finally been fruitful - instead of invading, you were finally invited to sit at his bar. 

In all the nervousness of not fucking this up, you drank too much, way too fast. You were a lightweight on good days, but now, after five not-so-kid-friendly drinks in the span of less than an hour, you were… unhinged. 

“I told ‘ya the last Gin Tonic was too much for her!”

Angel snorted with laughter, two hands holding you back from climbing over the bar to an aggravated Husk, arms outstretched and whining loudly. 

“Huuuuuuusk, come on, just oooone!”, you struggled against Angels grip on your waist, eager to reach the furry demon and put your arms around him, “I give the bestest, bestestest hugs ever, you cannot not smile, I promise!” 

Husk ducked with a mumbled curse, dodging your gripping hands when Angel temporarily lost grip on you because he laughed too hard at the chaotic mess that you were - normally his job, with Charlie as the babysitter - oh, how tables turned. 

“Fuckin-... how the hell was I supposed to know that she'd turn into a goddamn demonic care bear?!” Husk grunted, pulling the feathery end of his tail out of your hands - you had caught it with delighted giggles and glee, and pouted when it slipped out of your fingers. 

“Niffty! YO, NIFFTY!”, he bellowed, looking down to find her already at his side behind the bar. 

“Shit, you're fast. Oy, go and get Alastor, pronto, tell him his friggin’ girlfriend is…” Husk was pulled back by his neck, a sudden weight on his back making him swallow the end of his sentence. You had managed to escape Angels restrictive hands, and slung your arms around the cat demons neck, nuzzling your cheeks into the fur on his back. 

“Theeeere ya go! Feel the frown turn upside down!”, you sang, words muffled by his pelt, grip as strong as iron. Husk groaned, prying at your hands, but - to no avail and Angels absolute amusement - you tightened your hold on him the more he struggled. 

Niffty tilted her head, clearly not fazed by what was happening. Angel heaved, clutching his chest as he tried to calm down enough to speak. 

“Niff, just… pfff, stop that, leave his whiskers alone babe, holy shit, huh-huh, okay, okay… just run an’ tell Smiles to get his doll before she strangles Husky, okay?”

The little bug nodded eagerly and scurried away. 

Angel turned to Husk, still a highly bemused grin on his face. “‘Ya know, having the radio demons lover hanging around ‘ya neck might earn ‘ya some major street cred.”

“Oh, you fuck off if yo’ can’t help.”Husk growled, trying to ignore your figure, still clutched onto him like a living backpack. “Get off me kid, come on, dammit.”

“But you're not happy yet.”, you said innocently, refusing to let go. 

Angel gave Husk a meaningful look. “‘Ya know, she really does give great hugs, when she's sober and not batshit crazy drunk like this.”

“I don't need hugs, I need a fucking drink is what I need.”

“Huuuuusk…”, you whined again, quieter now, sadder. “Why do you hate me?”

Husk stood still, exchanging a look with Angel, who seemed pitiful now. He nudged his head to the two of you as a silent command: Say something nice. Husk sighed, patting your arm around his neck awkwardly. 

“I don't hate yo’, kid.” 

“Yeah you do… I just want to be friends, see your happy face, smiling… but you hate me…”

Angel narrowed his eyes at him, mouthing ‘Do better’, and he huffed. 

“Jesus fuckin…, listen, I don’t like yo’ choices of men, but ...you're alright. Way better than yo’ bitch ass of a boyfriend at least.”

Angel opened his mouth to say something, but the sound of Alastor's signature jazz background music approached and he quickly decided to just sit back, out of the immediate danger zone but near enough to have a first class seat to whatever would happen now. 

Alastor walked up with an amused smile and curious expression. 

“Evening, my fellow friends. Niffty came to me with a cryptic message, about my darling doe strangling our beloved bartender?”

Husk scoffed, turning around so the radio demon could see you hanging on him like a koala on a tree trunk, pointing at you. “This yours?”

Alastor laughed, his face lighting up in a softness Husk had seldom seen before. 

“Indeed, it seems to be.” He chuckled, stepping up to you. “Darling?”

You rose your head at the sound of his voice, smiling happily when you recognized him. 

“Al!” He caught you with ease when you jumped from Husk’s back straight into his arms, patting your back as you locked your arms around his waist. “My, those two did their diligent work, you are quite inebriated.”

You giggled into his coat. “Yup, I am hammered like a rusty nail!” You lifted your head, beaming up with tired eyes at his bemused grin. “And Al, guess what! Husk said I'm not an ass like you, so he doesn't hate me anymore! I’m alright!”

Husk, who rubbed his sore neck, froze at your words, quickly shooting the radio demon a glance. Static crackled and for a second, he shivered from the licks of electricity running over his spine, making his fur stand up. But nothing further happened. Alastor just smiled at you, ignoring the cat demon completely, and ruffled your hair. “How good for you love, you did it afterall! But it’s late now, why don’t you stay here tonight?” “That’d be nice…”, you sighed, sleepy and exhausted.

You let his waist go, only to wrap your arms around his neck as he scooped you up to carry you. Angel and Husk gawked at the scene before them, questioning reality as Alastor, of all people, pressed his lips to the crown of your head, which made you humm and turned to leave, leaving the bar without so much as a cheerful "Good night, chums.".

Angel leaned forward, elbows on his knees and hands in his hands, watching the pair disappear in the dark with an amazed expression. "Man, she really takes his villain-y edge off, doesn't she? Kinda scary how she gets Smiles to almost behave human." Husk poured himself another drink. "Scary doesn't even cut it." He took a huge swig, but he still had to grin.

[burntb4bydoll]

Pookie boo my love ~ that last Bill smut was spicyyy I loved it ♡ Do you think you could write something opposite to it? By this I mean, Bill and the reader, both being switches ofc, fighting for dominance. There’s just that hunger for one another and they each want to do anything they please with the other <<33

Mwahmwah have a great day bby ♥︎ ♥︎ ♥︎

Hiii cutie pieee😇 ofc I cam write this🤭🤭

Switch!Bill Kaulitz x Switch!femreader

Warnings: choking, hair pulling, a little degradation, praising, both lf you are being brats, Bill is a mocking asshole but its hot so its fine

Bill was towering over you while you sat on the bed, standing between you legs. Both of you have been trying to dom one another all day, but neither of you were submitting. The frustration of neither one of you being giving in had finally set in, making both of you extremely frustrated and a little pissed off. Bills hand reached up to roughly cup your cheek, tilting your face to look directly into his eyes,

“Just give up already. You know you wanna be a good girl for me…just stop being a brat.” You scoffed, yanking your face away from his hand.

“You wish. Why are you trying so hard to take control? I think you just wanna get me all worked up so that Ill punish you. I know you like when I do that.” You cooed, making an attempt to wipe away the smug look on his face. But to your disappointment, he only smirked harder.

“Such a mean girl, huh? Its ok, baby. You just need me to fuck the brat outta you, then you’ll be my good girl again.” He pushed your body to lay back on the bed and he starts to undress you.

“Ok, Ill let you play your little game. Id like to see you try. But just warning you, I’m not gonna be nice with your punishment after this.” Bill rolls his eyes and get himself undressed after he was finished taking your clothes off. He climbs on top of you and runs his slender fingers up your cunt.

“So wet. You like when I put you in your place? Does that turn you on, sweetheart?” You let out a sarcastic laugh,

“You know what does turn me on? When you try to be so tough and dominant, it makes it so much more fun to break you, baby.” Your hand comes up to give his hair a harsh tug, pulling his head down so that he was only an inch away from your face, “this is your final chance to give up. If you keep going, I’m gonna make you regret it.” He laughed, moving to line himself up at your entrance.

“Aww, so cute. Just shut up and take my dick like a good slut.” Without warning, he slams his hips into you. You groan and give his hair another tug. He doesn’t give you time to adjust, he immediately starts thrusting into you at a fast pace. Once he gets into a good rhythm, his hand travels up your body and squeezes the sides of your throat. “Im gonna make sure that fucking attitude is gone by the time I’m done with you. You’re such a difficult little brat today. That ok, I’m gonna fix that real quick.”

Your legs wrap around his hips, pulling him deeper into you. He moans and squeezes your throat a little harder. “You’re so cute, sweet boy. It’s funny that you think you’re gonna be able to keep this up.” Your hands cradled his face, pulling him closer to kiss the corner of his lips. He shook his head a little and gave you a harsh thrust, causing your back to arch off the bed. He smirks and keep hitting the same spot in you that makes you see stars.

“I can feel you getting close. Your pussys squeezing me so tight. Just let go for me, baby. Just cum all over me like the obedient slut I know you can be.” He huffed, his own orgasm approaching quickly.

“Yeah? I can feel you twitching inside me, you gonna cum too? Be a good boy and cum inside me.” He whines a little and it turns into a growl as he finishes deep inside of you. The warm feeling makes you cum too, clutching onto his arms to try to steady your shaking body. Both of you were tired and sweaty, desperately trying to comfort each other after the rough session. Your hands caressed his hair gently and his smoothed over your sides to bring you back down to earth. This went on until you were too tired to continue, falling asleep while holding each other.

[ari-zonia]

Decided to revamp my Sinner Slugcats so they're not all just multicolored scugs.

I did look into some of the symbols and stuff of the game, so the writing is more or less "Outlaw, Number", since I wasn't sure how to make a "Sinner" symbol in the RW language, so I just used Outlaw since it has the lowest Karma symbol anyway.

Intricacies under the readmore

Yi Sang: Inspired by daszombes' Deadlands video, he is a "Flying Slugcat", like a sugar glider or flying squirrel. He has no true flight, but it works

Faust: Some sort of Echo or associated. Has her own citizen ID drone of an unknown Iterator, and it also acts as a little scanner (inspired by @astragatwo's take on scug Faust). She still maintains Gourmand's crafting ability, but it might be more taxing with her smaller frame.

Don Quixote: A special breed of Slugcat meant to go fast, her legs are quite powerful, letting her make longer pounces or generally run faster than most other scugs. Obviously, her lack of weight makes her weak to poleplants/worm grass, but y'know.

Ryoshu: Similar to Spearmaster, but by way of King Vulture, she only has one spear directly connected to her that she can recall (it does not act like SM's feeding needles). Also, a subtle detail is that her ears are absolutely massive compared to most scugs, giving her enhanced hearing.

Meursault: (Perhaps a Purposed Being?) He has face armor not unlike a lizard, in fact he's about the same size as a blue lizard. His bite is quite powerful, and he's certainly the best to have in front going through pipes, as his face will deflect spears (should the scavs be aggro or something). He might also have better climbing ability, able to get on walls and such, but he's very heavy so idk

Hong Lu: Bioluminescent, like a fun mix of lantern mice and cyan lizards, he can "turn it off" as it were. His tail also can be used as a small flashbang, but obviously only once (per cycle). Of course, this helps with coalescipedes, but makes him a damn beacon otherwise.

Heathcliff: Still Artificer based, where explosions and such just don't really bother him and he's able to maul enemies (though obviously his bite is weaker than Meur's). He also has a pearl hanging around his neck of unknown use, but clearly given to him by someone special.

Ishmael: Rivulet, but even closer to salamander where she actually has fins, her ability to swim is obviously a cut above everyone else's. She's probably had a bad run in or two with Leviathans. Her cloak is probably a gift from whatever version of Queequeg this world has

Rodion: Also inspired by astragatwo, she's mega fluffy making her very warm. Though, this does make it annoying for her to swim if the area is cold because she'll freeze faster. I still like the idea she can carry more scugs on her, but idk. (She does look more like a fox, but such is the price of floof)

Sinclair: Saint-lite, and still pup-sized (he's an adult, just tiny like Don) so long as he's not at lowest Karma, he has limited ability to incapacitate enemies (not quite enough to ascend) and fly a bit with said ability. I basically wanted to reference his Mark of Cain somehow.

Outis: Ironically, just your average Slugcat. She probably has stuff going on with reputation or maybe she allows Echos to appear on first visit, or convinces Pebbles to not murder everyone immediately

Gregor: Definitely a creature that has been fucked with too much. Originally just a Slugcat that had been spliced with a centiwing (sorta like how the Miros Vultures are hybrids), he seemed to have got infected by the Rot, most likely when whatever Iterator structure he was hanging out around pulled a Pebbles

[lorifragolina]

There was only a shitty bar in Hawkins where to go for a little waste. They weren’t too fussy with the IDs, luckily.

Harringon was looking furtively to Hargrove at the other side of the bar. Short sleeves shirt, unbuttoned, tight jeans, a Jack in his hands. they pretended not to see each other, dude code, or something. Each one with his own shit. 

But he saw the older man - maybe his father’s age?- exchanging a casual look with Hargrove, then placing his glass at his side, on the bar, with another furtive look. Hargrove pushed his glass against the other’s, then the man disappeared in the bathroom. 

Hargrove followed five seconds later.

Harrington gulped his drink. Fuck. It had been so subtle yet so obvious. The man seemed to be the father of one of his teammates. Shit.

Steve pushed the bathroom door. It was empty, but he knew about the backroom, he pushed the door again and it was closed. Noises were coming from inside. 

He bashed the door, he didn’t think.

Billy sat on the counter, legs spreaded with the man between them, kissing his neck in a kind of disgusting way. All clothes on, God’s Grace, just the man pants unbuttoned.

“What the…” jumped the man, while Steve grabbed him, throwing him to the ground.

“Stop it!” screamed Hargrove.

The man returned on his feet trying to tackle him, but Steve pushed him again.

“Stay away from him, he’s a minor!”

“Fuck!” the man stumbled and ran away by the door. 

“Harrington! Are you nuts?” Hargrove jumped down and faced him. “I’m not a fucking minor!” he screamed.

“He was three times your age!”

“It’s none of your business!” yelled Billy. “Go fuck yourself, Harrigton!”

“What the fuck did you think you do?”

“What the fuck you think I’m doing?” answered Billy, pushing him.

“It was a freaking older man, Hargrove!”

“And do you think I really have more options!” he kept yelling.

“Oh… options?” Steve widened his eyes, lowering his voice in surprise.

“Of course, asshole, where do you think this shithole…”

Steve kissed him. He jumped to Billy, grabbed the locks on his nape and pressed Billy’s face against him.

Billy pushed him away. Steve stared at his eyes, breathing fast.

“Options, eh?” he grinned. He took again a step to Billy and Billy flinched until he met the counter.

“Older men who want just to empty their balls,” Billy mocked his grin, expectantly.

Steve got back on track and grabbed his face again,and Billy leaned to it. He returned sitting on the counter, Steve pushing between them, grinding their jeans together.

Billy already had practice, he opened their belts with expert hands while sinking in Steve mouth, their tongues fighting together.

“Fuck…” whined Steve when Billy touched his hard dick and took it out of his briefs.Billy freed his one too and grinded them together with an hand, while the other untucked Steve’s shirt from his pants.

“Shit… shit, shit…” whined again Steve, on Billy’s lips. 

Billy kept stroking him, fastly, smiling in the kiss, enjoying his incoherent pushes.

“Shit Hargrove, stop, stop… fuck!”

Steve cum in Billy’s hand, shaking sinfully, and stopped moving, trying to look him in his eyes. Billy’s dick was still hard, leaking, between them.

“You… you came into my pants!” moaned Billy, looking at the stain in his hand and his jeans.

“I’m sorry, I can…” Steve lowered his eyes, and tried to lean a hand into Billy’s pants, but he pushed it away.

“No…” he murmured, then climbed down off the counter and tried to fix his jeans and tuck his dick inside. He passed Steve and entered the bathroom, cleaning himself a little with a tissue. 

Steve reached the exit door, and leaned a moment on the doorway.

Billy looked at him, saddened.

 Men who want just to empty their balls, recalled Steve, feeling like a big asshole.

“I’ll…wait for you in the parking, ok?” he teased, in a lower, sorry voice, having a surprise look in response.

Billy nodded.

Should I continued it...?

[overgrownmoon]

my son!!!! look at my son!!

playing a modded surv campaign as gourmand nsh and i found this little guy!!! ive known him for less than a day and i love my son so much. hes the bravest little man. i havent thought of a way to incorporate him into my existing oc lore but since im playing as nsh cat im thinking of giving him to my most nsh-like oc, AFM. i think she'd be the most likely to adopt a random slugpup, ill figure it out. i do already have an idea for her own slugcat friend, maybe dandy can be that scug's pup?

more about dandy under cut

so look at this little dudes stats

he is so brave! the bravest little guy ive ever seen! hes got high sympathy too. when i sent this ss to my friends one of them called him "a lion among pups" and instantly i knew what his name would be. said friend has also been playing with me, so im nsh cat and shes hunter and we're a little traffic light family its so fun. he has been an excellent co-parent to dandy :3

but oh my god seriously look at this dude. high lung capacity, pole climbing, and tunnel crawling??? fucking huge size?? fast as fuck??? actual tank of a pup. hes shit at being stealthy but we can forgive him im shit at that too lmao

(im using expanded IDs so that probably contributed to his wild rolls. hehe rolls. like fat rolls)

unfortunately i am currently traversing through deserted wastelands to go visit lttm (my wife) after getting the mark from peebs and dandy here just fucking loves neurons. ill have to make absolutely sure hes fully fed before we meet moon or this little fuck will kill her. oh the ordeal of being a parent

he died once but i did cpr so hes fine :) i refuse to end this campaign without him. if he dies and i cant save him im restarting the cycle idc im getting this guy to the slug tree with me

side note that i think its really funny that his least fav foods are the glow weeds and firebug eggs, both of which i hc to be very gelatin-like in texture. boy hates jell-o and honestly i kinda do too the texture is so bad its awful im glad me and the little man can agree on this

[acheronist]

HI ISABEL i was thinking abt ur beechey boys + peglar/armitage extended cinematic universe while doing my laundry earlier (<- normal guy behaviour) and now i'm curious if u've thought of any actors/face claims for them – beechey boys especially bc we don't even have terror versions to use lol 👀🎤

HI GENEEEE 🖤 this is interesting.... honestly i've never been very good at fan casting shit because my default is always just going "x character should be played by riz ahmed" which ummmm would not work here i fear.

anyways everyone watch out there's gonna be mummy images below the cut

okay i really don't care about actors enough to do this well ummm LMAO johnny bertchtold YOU🫵🏻 are now john shaw torrington!! except johnny's way too tall and also ripped to be jorts.... i will say tho, as annoying as the john torrington/david young erasure is in the amc show, they did kind of nail it with alfie kingsnorth... now that's a skinny blonde bitch who looks half dead! he's got the right big round eyes + prominent cheekbones as jorts

if we could get some mutton chops and the uniform of a royal marine private onto ferdinand kingsley i think he'd be fantastic as william braine..... actually now that i'm looking at this i kind of feel like a genius for this one LMAO??

john hartnell is a little harder because i've already decided in my heart that this daguerreotype is 100% undeniably him even though the chances of it are actually probably very low. in actuality. but i have tried to match up the daguerreotype "hartnell" with the mummy hartnell and i do think it's a super close match.... i just wish mr. daguerreotype hadn't tucked his hair over his ear so i could compare the shape of john's ear.... but anyways there is actually one bg dude from terror amc who i have also kind of decided could be jarts!!! he was one of the dudes who voted to stay on terror and die there instead of out on the shale before everyone abandoned ship... he's got the right haircut for it <3 but also i think rob james-collier could be kind of a slay for jartnell if we can get him back to his downton abbey prime

and then thomas morgan hasn't really made his debut in the beechey boys cinematic universe (yet. chapter two still cooking......) and we also haven't exhumed HIM so this is really just like throwing a dart and calling it good. i did draw a little version of him here tho . so do with this as you will i guess. me when i'm just making up whatever the fuck. he should be kind of sickly looking as well though because my dude was going THROUGH it (+ he had one million pre existing conditions) before he died.

and for like... henry & thomas theyre much more nebulous in my brain..... maybe i'll try and draw them later!? i did do fanart here of henry tho but i fear it's got a heavy amc casting influence on what he looked like.

real life facts: thomas (5'9") is 2 inches taller than henry (5'7"), henry probably had broad/strong arms and shoulders due to climbing around in the rigging for his whole career, both of them had brown hair, and thomas was older than henry enough that he was probably starting to get salt-and-pepper grey during the miserable stressful parts of the expedition. henry's id papers describe his complexion as "sallow" and based on how many captains said he had a shitty/indifferent/bored attitude while working leads me to believe my king had chronic resting bitch face + looked vaguely exhausted and pale and unwell even when he was healthy.

also in my heart amc nailed it with giving thomas curly hair tho... charlie kelly is cute to meeeeee... unfortunately he isn't 40 years old enough. no source no facts anyways i just want to believe in curly girl armitage supremacy. ALSOOOO in my heart (again) henry has sailor tattoos-- HOLD FAST on his knuckles for good luck in the ropes + two swallows on his chest under each collarbone to mark his 10,000th mile at seas. i forgot what i was talking about. i think do think k*vin g*thrie's face was honestly too conventionally attractive for henry though. i just know my man was mid as fuck. frown lines from scowling, ink stains on his fingers at all times, never worn sunblock ever, thinks splashing water on his face counts as moisturizing etc.... MY henry peter peglar is pretty weather-beaten and looks like a mean cunt and sometimes he snarls at people like a badly trained dog. amen.

[buildarocketboys]

peterick prompt if youre up for taking ideas/prompts

dumbass!pete and traumatized!patrick

so just some unspecified trauma unless you wags get creative

but anyway pete starts messing with pat(pisses him off ofc) and they end up wrestling and pete has patrick pinned under him which makes pat freak out and have a panic attack and ofc pete doesnt notice until he sees patricks breathing speed up, his eyes dart around, he stops responding, etc

just a little thing tho, id love if youd write smt, if not thats cool^^

Tagging @puppyboymikeyway since you've already revealed yourself as the sender :3 Also using this to fill the hurt/comfort bingo prompt "I can't breathe." to Gentle touch for @sweetspicybingo because I'm a maverick like that.

Post-hiatus and unspecified trauma for Patrick (!) Enjoy!

Crossposted to AO3 here

It's good to be back in the studio with Patrick. It's where they belong.

It's always been their natural habitat, the place where their friendship makes the most sense. 

Sure, they've had plenty of fights, verbal and physical, in the studio in the past, but that's all part of the process. 

OK, sure, it had probably gotten a bit too toxic for a while there, but it's still the place they find it easiest to communicate with each other.

Joe and Andy are gonna be in next week, but Patrick had wanted to get in the studio before that, just the two of them, and Pete certainly has no objections.

Plus, he gets the feeling Patrick is kinda nervous to see the others. Apparently it took four hours on the phone to persuade Joe to give the band another go. Patrick's not even sure Joe will agree to work on another album. But he's agreed to try.

Pete knows it'll all work out. He's in one of his optimistic moods, spurred on by his renewed friendship with Patrick and the prospect of getting his band back together.

He and Patrick have been tentatively reaching out to each other for the past few months, the best way they know how - by writing songs.

This is one of the first times they've seen each other in person for ages, though. They had hugged when they arrived, but it had felt kind of awkward. Patrick had been tense, unresponsive to Pete's arms around him.

Pete had let go pretty quickly.

They're just not used to it anymore, he tells himself. Of course, the way Pete wants to deal with that is by throwing himself into Patrick's arms, but he can hardly blame Patrick for being hesitant. Pete's always been the more physically affectionate of the two of them.

They just need something to get them back on track. Maybe if he takes Patrick by surprise, he'll just sink into it without questioning it. Chronic overthinker, that one.

So when he comes back into the studio after using the bathroom to find Patrick standing with his back to him, he takes his chance. He launches himself at Patrick, tackling him to the ground, wrestling him on the floor.

They used to do this a lot - sometimes they were actually fighting, but most of the time it was just horseplay. Boys will be boys.

So it takes him a minute to realize that Patrick isn't fighting back.

In fact, he's not moving at all. His hands are covering his face, and he's frozen, breathing sharp and fast.

"Patrick?" he asks cautiously, still straddling his waist. He tries to remove Patrick's hands from his face but Patrick resists. "You OK, buddy?"

Patrick's breathing kicks up a notch, and Pete feels his heart rate jump in tandem. "I- can't- breathe-" Patrick pants. His face is going purple and- fuck, is he having a panic attack?

Pete finally comes to his senses and carefully climbs off Patrick.

"Patrick," he says tentatively. "You with me, buddy?"

Patrick's removed his arms from his face now and his eyes are darting everywhere, as if searching for an attacker. His breath is still coming out in gasps.

"Patrick," Pete says, firmly and clearly. He wants to ground Patrick, but he doesn't want to touch him and freak him out further. "You're here. With me. With Pete. You're OK." Why wouldn't he be OK?, Pete thinks, his imagination running wild. What the fuck had happened to him to make him react like this?

He tells himself fiercely to calm down. The last thing Patrick needs is for him to have a panic attack too. Patrick will tell him when he's ready.

Or maybe he won't.

Patrick's breaths are slowing now, getting deeper, calmer.

"Pete?" he croaks, his eyes finding Pete's above him.

"Yeah, yeah, it's me, Patrick," he says softly, offering Patrick a hand, which he takes, hauling himself up into a sitting position.

Patrick rests his face on his knees for a minute, just breathing. Then he starts laughing hysterically into his knees. 

Eventually he looks up at Pete, who's watching him anxiously. "Why did you have to do that?" he asks. Before Pete can answer, he shakes his head. "Of course, you're Pete Wentz. You do what you want." He sighs tiredly.

"No, Patrick, that's not-" Fuck. He had sworn it wouldn't be like this, not this time - him all over Patrick, whether Patrick likes it or not. The fact that he's pretty sure Patrick had always liked it is besides the point. "I'm sorry," he tells Patrick, and he means it. "I won't, I won't touch you again." He doesn't know if it's a promise he can keep, but he's damn well going to try.

Patrick raises his eyebrow. "You can touch me," he tells Pete. "Just...a little warning, might be nice."

Pete nods. "Noted." He reaches out for Patrick and waits for him to nod before he puts a hand on Patrick's back, rubbing gently. Patrick leans into his touch, and Pete breathes a sigh of relief.

"What happened, man?" he asks after a few minutes, because clearly something had happened. The Patrick he knew in 2009 wouldn't have reacted like that to Pete wrestling him, even at his most neurotic.

Patrick lets out a humorless laugh. "What didn't happen?" he says hollowly.

Pete waits, staring at Patrick, silently begging him to tell him, but equally desperate not to know.

Patrick sighs and shakes his head. "I'll tell you someday," he says. "Maybe. When I've figured it out myself. It's still all just so fucked up in my head, and I- I can't really talk about it, right now." He looks up pleadingly at Pete. "Is that OK?"

"Yeah, buddy, of course it is," Pete says after just a beat too long. 

Patrick looks at him slyly. "I'd tell you if I could, Pete. And it's not your fault, by the way. Before you start blaming yourself."

Pete can't help but feel a little relieved when Patrick says that. He sighs and lays his head on Patrick's shoulder. "Yeah, I know." Still, he can't help but worry. 

But Patrick seems calm now, his breathing getting deeper and slower with every circle Pete rubs into his back.

For now, he guesses, it's the best he can do.

[euijoosorangeslice]

hiiii my favorite and beloved writer-nim!!!

i apologize this might be a little too specific, but i’d like to request a very very needy sub!harua with a freshman uni student s/o, who’s super serious about studying and might not always give enough attention to rua … 🫣

also, can i please be 🦋 anon, if you’re okay with it~

yes, i acc am on a computer right now so id the butterfly emoji looks odd that's why, but here u goo 🦋 anon.

patience is virtue shigeta harua x reader

warnings: sub!harua, he whines a lot, i think the reader is pissed off at harua, reader fingers him, handjobs, hair pulling, pussy eating

Great, another assignment due at 11:59. And it was already 10:00 pm. Not to mention that you had to do your art project before the next morning, and study for your literature test. You were hastily typing away on your laptop, drinking black coffee to keep you awake. Suddenly, your phone rang.

It was your boyfriend. God, you did not have the energy to talk to him right now. He was whining about how you hadn't fucked him in so long, and barely even touched him when he was around. Your surprised he wasn't already under your arm crying about your neglect. Either way, you picked up your phone. "What's up?"

"Y/n~...can I come over? Please don't say you're too busy studying!" He spoke really fast, and by the sounds of it he was already walking. "Fine. I am studying right now, so don't distract me okay?" You demanded, Harua humming in agreement. "I hoped you said yes, because I'm already in the elevator." You immediately hung up, sighing. He was so clingy.

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You opened your door, your boyfriend flying into your arms. You sat down onto your chair, pulling out your textbook to study. Low and behold, Harua was sitting on your lap while you were studying. He buried his head in the crook of your neck. Out of nowhere, you heard him whimper and push down his hips.

"No. We're not doing this right now, baby. I need to focus." You immediately shut down his advances, making him whine. "I r-really need this. Can you please just touch me?" You ignored him, reading your textbook. He nibbled on your neck, you groaning in annoyance.

"Fine. You want to act like a slut then I'll treat you like one." You stood up, pushing him onto the bed and climbing on top of him. "Take your pants off rua. I'll give you what you want." He hurriedly removed his sweatpants and boxers, panting in excitement. You grabbed some lube off your bedstand, making his eyes go wide. "W-wait are we-"

"Shut up. You were begging me over text yesterday to finger you, and now when I do it you act all shocked." He whined, placing his heads behind his head. You put some lube on your index finger, slowly pushing into the tight muscle. "A-ah...Y-y/n that feels weird...," he whimpered, making you smile to yourself. "It's ok, you'll get used to it."

The slide became easier, speeding up your fingers as you played with his hole. His whines became moans, you using your spare hand to wrap around his cock and stroke him. He grabbed the bedsheets, moaning louder than before and slightly arching his back. "I-I'm gonna cum," he warned, you speeding up your hands. In time, he spilled over your hand and clenched around your fingers.

"W-woah. That was insanely good." He panted out, you ignoring him and cleaning off your hands. It was already 11, so you sat down at your desk and started to study again. He put his boxers back on, watching you read your textbook section and take footnotes.

"Hey, Y/n? Wanna watch a movie?" he suggested, you sighing again. "Maybe later. I have to keep working until midnight. You could help me with my art work?" Harua stood up from the bed, whining in annoyance. "Ugh, I don't wanna do school work! I just want to cuddle." "I told you I was studying."

You turned around in your chair, staring into Harua's soul. "Rua, i told you that I was gonna be studying. You always come over when I'm studying and complain when I don't touch you all day. It's always about what you want." Harua jutted his lip out, watching your eyebrows furrow. "Then how can I give you what you want?"

"Relaxation and quiet. And head." You finished, turning back around in your chair. "Well why didn't you just say so! I can eat you out if you'd let me." Harua crawled under your desk, pulling your panties off. You scooted to the edge of the chair, Harua licked your clit, hearing you hum in pleasure. Slowly licking circles and dipping his fingers inside of you. "I might as well return the favor." he joked, you giggling lightly and still focused on your work.

"Finally, all done with that. N-now Harua do you think I should I should use purple or yellow for the background?" You asked, Harua pulling away in annoyance. "You're seriously still doing that? Just focus on me!" He whined, attaching his lips to your clit again. You continued to work on the assignment digitally, sketching as you moaned in pleasure. "Fuck, rua. That feels so good." you moaned, looking down at your boyfriend's excited face.

Harua really got off on pleasuring you, slightly humping the edge of your chair while his tongue worked. You pulled his hair closer to you, mewling in pleasure as he sped his tongue up. "Y-yes! God Harua I'm gonna cum." You orgasmed on his tongue, slick dripping onto the bottom half of his face. You hadn't realized until Harua moaned as you were pulling his hair, that he had already came in his boxers. "Sensitive much?" You teased, Harua whimpering and pulling his boxers off. "Now relaxation and quiet."

Harua groaned loudly, standing up and taking a walk of shame to the bathroom to change,

[saotoru]

HELLO IM BACK 😈

Imagine tying and blindfolding DI Leon Kennedy as you mobe your soft lips from his to his throat, chest and then stopping at his cock, teasing his tip by blowing air and him bucking his hips, moaning and bucking his hips for more but you stop instead, making him whine

Imagine giving him bites here and there which earned you some loud moans as Leon writhes under you, wanting more friction on his most sensitive areas and you not giving in then putting a cock cage on him and then teasing him more, bringing him close to orgasm but doesn't get his release and he just begs for more

Imagine the hours going by and you decide to remove the cock cage and then still teasing Leon, but he cums so fast since he's so horny and needy for you and still wanting more so you overstimulate him until he can't anymore

Imagine Leon telling you to stop but you don't, instead, you climb on top of him, riding him which caused him to fuck his hips and squirm under you, begging you to stop yet also enjoying the sensation of being overstimulated until you have cummed

Imagine having more than 1 Leon - Vendetta and ID Leon walk in to see what you're doing to our dilf and ended up being a horny mess as well, talking off their clothes and being on their knees like the obedient puppies you e trained them to be

Imagine, after being done with DI Leon, you mobe onto Vendetta Leon and decide to tease and edge him, knowing full well how much he enjoys being edged and then just leaving him hanging, ordering him to not make a single move

Then you go to ID Leon, ordering him to lay down as you sit on his face in a reverse cowgirl position as he eats you out like he's never eaten, making you moan in delight as he tasted what was left of the cum from DI Leon and yours

You tease ID Leon's cock as he continues to eat you out, gripping onto his cock tightly as you're about to cum, his hips bucking I to your hand as you made your release and cumming right after you

Imagine after this, you ride ID Leon with Vendetta Leon right behind you, pounding I to you as he begs to cum and you say no, as they continue to pleasure you and even then, you told them not to cum

As they make you cum over and over again, you finally caved in and allowed them both to cum inside you as they flopped onto the floor, making your way to DI Leon, sitting in his face in the 69 position as you both made each other cum

Imagine afterwards, you all gave each other aftercare and slept until tomorrow afternoon

welcome back! and !:!;!;&;$;&:!;’ HELLO you are feeding my leon orgy obsession <33

oh my god everything about this. putting him in a cock cage. making id clean up di’s cum,,,, cucking vendetta,, sitting on his face ugh im going to die </33 they’re all so obedient they’d wait for your command like puppies :3

thank you so much i love your mind<3

[ilovemesomevincentprice]

Always a favorite

Vincent Price circa 1939

[hearts-hunger]

Had an awful night at work I just wanna crawl into bed to find jake cuddling my two cats fast asleep taking up the whole bed but I wouldn’t care id just love seeing my boys, nudging him awake so I can squeeze in. He just radiates cat dad energy and I want him to be my cats dad because I’m a fucking little weirdo like that

you barely registered the motions it took for you to get out of the car, into the house, and shed all the trappings of a long, hard day at work. you dropped your bag unceremoniously on the floor and kicked off your shoes, stripping out of your work clothes and giving them a haphazard toss in the general direction of the laundry basket. jake would probably give you a little scolding for leaving a trail of things from the front door to the bedroom, but you couldn't find it in you to mind just then.

in fact, you'd never been more relieved to see your boyfriend in all your life as you came into the dark bedroom and saw him in your warm, inviting bed. your two cats were there too, cuddled up with him, somehow taking up the entire queen bed between the three of them. jake had warned you when you first started dating that he wasn't exactly an animal person, but you'd soon found that out to be categorically untrue; jake had taken to your little guys as soon as he'd met them, babying them and giving them little nicknames. for their part, your cats had been happy to have him, purring and nudging against him every time he was around.

you climbed into bed and curled close to jake, wrapping an arm around his middle, breathing deeply of his comforting scent. he moved close to you in sleep, displacing one of your cats who gave a disgruntled chuff before padding over jake's pillow to his other side. jake's face scrunched a little when tiny paws stepped on his hair.

“what're you doing?” he mumbled to your cat. “settle down.”

he got a soft meow in response and gave a sleepy sigh. “oh, well, in that case.”

he turned to his side to get closer to you. “hi, honey,” he said gently, still half-asleep. “you're riling up the babies.”

“sorry,” you said. you buried your face in his chest. “i didn't mean to wake you.”

“hey, it's okay,” jake said. he rubbed his hand over your back. “what's wrong? how was work?”

you shook your head. “horrible.”

jake sighed. “i'm sorry, sweetheart. i'm glad you're home.”

“me too.” you felt a little guilty then. “i left kind of a mess when i came in. there's shoes and clothes everywhere.”

he shrugged. “i'll take care of it in the morning. don't worry about it.”

“thank you,” you said, sheepish and grateful.

“of course, my love. can i do anything to help right now? you hungry? you want me to get a shower running for you?”

he was a little more awake now, and when your other cat came to say hello and walked over jake's torso to get to you, jake stroked a hand over his back in greeting.

“no, thank you,” you said. “i just want to be here with you guys.”

“works for me, sweetheart.” he gave the cat's head a gentle scratch. “they didn't like you being gone when we went to bed. took me forever to get them to settle.”

“aw, bubby,” you said with a long stroke of soft fur that earned you a happy head-butt against your hand. “were you driving daddy crazy?”

jake chuckled as your other cat came over, stepping on his hair again. “between the three of you, it's a wonder i get any sleep at all.”

you gave jake a kiss. “yeah, but you love it.”

he smiled. “you're right. i do.”

he made sure the covers were snugly pulled up around you, doing a little finagling to get you and the cats comfortable before he fit himself in whatever space was left. then, before all four of you drifted off to sleep, he gave your forehead a gentle kiss.

“i love you,” he said.

you gave a sleepy, contented sigh. “i love you too.”

[angelic-writer]

"Hey, hey... stay with me. Please...", The woman pleaded, holding her partner as he bled onto the pavement.

All around them were... chaos. People screaming to call 911, the authorities catching the businessman with the smoking gun.

The bleeding man reaches up to her, gently patting her cheek and smudging his blood all over her. But she didn't care. She just sat there, sobbing and pleading for him to stay.

But within the chaos, someone approaches. She looked up at him, and she muttered to him.

"Th...this can't be it, right? I can't lose him... I knew this was going to happen, and I did everything to avoid this. I tried to stop it... so why..? Why..?"

The stranger knelt down in front of the couple, and Madeline muttered again.

"Please... I can't lose him..."

"Hey..." The man managed to say before he coughed. "I-It's gonna be fine. I-I'll be... alright... Nothing a little stitching can't fix..." Despite his words, blood continued to pour out of his abdomen, staining his newly pressed business suit.

"10-53. Gonna need an EMT, stat!"

"Don't worry. He's gonna be alright. I'll make sure of it." The man said.

"How...?" She whispered. "I tried to stop him, but he was... too fast..."

The man looked at Matthew who was growing more pale by the minute. He grasped his hand and said "Listen to me. I need you to stay with me. An ambulance is on its way to get you."

"Who...? Who are..." Matthew's eyes began to flutter.

"Shh... You're gonna be okay. Just breathe with me, okay? Stay with me now." Madeline said, taking deep breaths.

Matthew tried his absolute best to copy his wife's movements, but his chest spasmed as blood trickled down his chin. She pressed her hands on his stomach, trying to staunch the flow of blood while trying to calm her racing heart. Through the crowd, she could hear the cops saying something.

"Williams, come take a look at this."

"This guy got ID?"

"Do you know who this guy is?"

"No. Should I?"

"It's Declan Vera. The guy from the Global News. He is the Global News? He's the fucking founder!"

"Holy fucking shit. The millionaire?"

Maddie couldn't parse what Declan said, but it must've infuriated the cop because she heard him slam his fist against the door. "Shut the fuck up! You're gonna be fucking Richie Rich down at the station, you fuck!"

She couldn't stop shaking. She couldn't get her mind off of that dream she had where her husband was... She confronted him and...

Someone put their hand on her shoulder. She looked and saw a young woman in her mid twenties with long, black hair tied into a high ponytail. "Ma'am, we've got it from here. Step back."

"But..." She looked back to Matthew.

"It's okay. We got him."

With a shaky sigh, she hesitantly stepped back, allowing the medics to take over.

"Okay, we've gotta move fast. He's rapidly losing blood!"

"BP 60/40. Let's move, now!"

They swiftly got him on a stretcher and wheeled him to the ambulance.

"Wait! Can I come with?"

The woman nodded. "You can, but you have to stay back. Let us work."

With that, Madeline climbed into the ambulance, the man following suit.

She sat back as the medics scrambled to stabilize him. They tore off his bloody clothes, hooked him up on oxygen, different types of machines and tried their best to stop the bleeding. Madeline's head was swimming. Her heart was pounding in her ears. Everything that was said by the medics was entirely muffled.

"Heart rate's nearing tachycardia! Blood pressure's dropping!"

"Sir, can you hear me? We're gonna get you to the hospital and fix you up. You just gotta stay with us."

"Mmm...." Matthew caught his wife sitting at the back of the ambulance, clasping her hands tightly. "Mads..."

"Matt! Hey..." She wanted to be next to him. She wanted to hold his hand so badly, but she needs to give them space. She had to let them help him.

He gave her a small smile. It was the kind of smile he always gave her when he sees her every morning. "Live on for our kids... Okay...?" With that, his eyes slipped closed. The heart monitor began screeching an alarm.

"Shit! He's coding!"

No... No no no no no...

Her whole world had begun to crumble around her. He can't be... This can't be the end, right...? She can't go through that again...

One of the medics immediately started compressions. "C'mon, kid, stay with us! Don't die, please!"

The man floated over to the now lifeless Matthew on the gurney and grasped his shoulder. "Come on, kid. You're stronger than this. You gotta hold on for your wife. For your kids."

The medics continued to try and revive Matthew as the ambulance sped down to the hospital.

[expirydateofficial]

Chapter 1 - Disconnected

Expiry Date (Chikn Nuggit Infection AU Fanfic)

POV : Slushi

Read Chapter 2 here

[Image ID: (Note : The original dialogue was coloured so y'know who was speaking, but that's kinda impossible here so I've added a few more sentences here and there, that way, you'll get to know who's talking!)

"The number you dialed have been disconnected or is no longer in service." My phone declared monotonously.

what. what happened.

My instincts kicked in.

Danger. Everything screams wrong.

I was running. I can't think. I feel the air playing with my dress, failing to distract me. Where was Old Pea's mansion. Did he hurt her? I knew something was wrong. Is she safe. What if she's not. What if she-

I didn't even realised how out of breath I was until the golden gates of his mansion blocked my impending path.

Climb. Climb. Climb. I can feel my mouth becoming so dry from the air wheezing out. I feel my dress pulled and tugged.

Suddenly I landed.

What am I doing. Overreacting again. I abandoned everyone at the party for no actual reason. I just trespassed.

A loud ring broke the silence, I felt the pulsation of my phone. It didn't open. The pulsation was to tell me that it was shutting down. I stared at myself.

"Crud." I blurted out of instinct.

I dragged the door open. Furniture torn with scratches, vase shards, the TV plays to nobody.

My fear is real.

Milkshek is in danger.

What if I am too late.

"Milkshek!" I yelled.

A sound.

A shape.

That's not Milkshek.

It's not Old Pea.

I can't move.

What the fuck is that.

It has the shape of a ferret, it looks like a dehydrated stone, its wrinkles, they pulsate and shift under gaps in its skin and and rise out, like multiple convection currents of skin. It tried to scream I can tell, its mouth sealed shut by incoming skin.

My entire body shook by itself.

Its head has burst.

Blood fountained out periodically, black goo flew and stuck against the walls and ceiling like gum. I can see its spine. It's eyes. It saw me and I saw it.

Milkshek.

She shot it.

I think Old Pea was behind her.

The smell, it was sweet. So sweet. The intense rust, decomposing garbage, shit, refrigerator smell, I can't describe.

I felt it all flowing out of my mouth.

I think I went outside, I can't remember.

My heart, it's trying to escape. Air. Air.

Too fast, too deep. My ribs. Cannot focus.

Old Pea was there. He gave me a bag.

"Breathe in.... breathe out." His voice said to me.

"Slushi." Milkshek stood there, her hands were gripping onto a rifle rock solid, trembling. She was crying. Old Pea shifted his attention understandably.

"Ok Slushi. Maybe this was just another one of your silly nightmares of yours. This LITERALLY feels like the beginning of some craaazzyy infection AU fanfic plot. Yeah, all a dream. That's what it is." I feel myself laughing.

Milkshek stared at me.

I squeezed against my paw with my finger. It refuses to pass. I was awake. Wide awake.

"Oh, who am I kidding. This is real, isn't it." I admitted.

I hugged my bff. I felt her shiver, like ripples on a lake. I held her tighter. I felt her tears caressing my fur.

"I was so terrified that something happened to you." I told her, trying to contain myself.

"M-m-me too" Milkshek stuttered in tears.

She cried harder.

Pea held her hand. I felt the tinge of guilt for doubting him.

The party.

My friends.

Sody.

"I'm sorry. I need to go." I blurted.

Milkshek strangled my hand.

Sody was at home, alone. Alone. I left him alone. My friends. Are they safe, were they looking for me? What if they had been looking for me and I was the reason why- What if Sody. No no nono no no no no nono no no no

"Slushi. Please. It's not safe." Milkshek rebutted in desperation.

"But what about my friends?" I replied.

...

"If you have to go then we are going with you." She answered.

Old Pea nodded. He turned his back and trudged away.

"They'll be ok. I promise." she held my hands again.

"Yeah... Y'know, I'm usually the one who reassure others, haha. I guess it feels nice for a change." I replied softly.

Old Pea emerged, in his hands another rifle, one almost twice his size.

"Woah, how many of these do you have?" I exclaimed, genuinely shocked.

Old Pea shrugged.

I stared at the gate between here and the outside. Fear held me, but I let it go with a deep sigh.

"Well then, let's do this!" I convinced myself.

End ID]

Read Chapter 2 here

[mclwcc]

Lando should make you nervous to watch f1 at all. it does not have to be a race start for him to choke. it can be a race end or even qualifying

so fun fact abt lando is that in his 5 years of formula 1 he has had a lovely grand total of zero driver error dnfs (not counting OTHER drivers errors gasly and stroll u are both on my shit list). one of the reasons i enjoy watching him is because im an anxious bitch with minor heart issues and he is by far the most risk-averse and one of the most consistent drivers on the grid. id argue he was too risk-averse at the beginning of his career - a pattern for 2019 was watching him give out hard-earned place after place to his competitors during the race after qualifying super high, bc he was too shy to actually properly fight tooth and nail for track position.

so, in a perverse way, altho spa 2021 was scary to watch and sochi had me retching over a toilet seat (partly bc of how horribly motion sick i was after trying to watch the beginning of the race in a moving car) and then crying on the floor, i am kind of glad they happened, bc until then lando hadnt quite pushed against the famed 'limit' kind of at all. it took him 2 whole years to reach it, which is super unusual for a driver that enters f1 so young, and why a lot of other drivers of his generation had reputations of recklessness or overzealousness in their first few years in the sport - i mean even verstappen was the laughing stock of the paddock for the old guys, which was also totally fair, bc he was a 17 year old with a monthly pass to the bowling arcade bothering a retirement home's garden game of badminton. point is - i welcome lando's 'choking', which doesn't happen often, because it means he's grown balls and not just in the high speed corners. i think theyre few and far between and make him a better driver, as much as those self-flagellating post-session interviews r torture to me.

and to be totally honest i dont actually really care abt the qualifying mishaps at all. not only bc he makes up for it in the 95% of qualis where hes sooo sexy and fast, but also bc the two times he fucked it up in quali and then the race actually happened (rip spa) he was on the podium both times. and i loooove seeing lando climb up the field, its fun and rare bc, again, he usually qualifies right where his car should be or even higher than that. thats y imola 2021 is probably my fav lando podium and one of my fav lando performances in general

so this is why (long winded explanation ik) im better off following lando on track than pretty much anyone else (i think the universe is compensating for me being an alex fan in 2020). thank u for giving me the opportunity to go off on a tangent abt that!! im always ready to talk abt how lando is a pussy (beloved), and how that actually makes him both super consistent and also relatable to me, also a pussy, as opposed to the adventurous adrenaline junkies that make up most of the rest of the grid bc unfortunately f1 is an extreme sport and tends to collect that type.

oh and also ik u or a couple of u have been sending lando blogs hate anons for the last week i think u should suck some dick and cock and then also kill yourself hope this helps! kys<3 ur so lame

[writersmorgue]

Day 25 - assumed dead

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He hears Toga shriek, doubling his speed with what little energy he has left. The adrenaline from his escape surely helps, but the bleeding wounds and bruises all over his body drain it fast.

The street their hideout ends up being on is one he recognizes from his safety lectures in middle school. It looks more barren than the PowerPoint pictures but the overall dangerous feeling is the same.

He’s not sure how long it’s been since he’s breathed fresh air, or heard about the outside at all. Dabi stopped coming in after the second week and there went his daily ‘kidnapped UA student’ Twitter updates.

He trips over a bottle on the road, cursing himself for being distracted. It’s so fucking dark he can’t see shit. Half the street lamps are flickering or just burned out.

There are multiple sets of footsteps behind him. He can hear the cock of a gun amongst the clatter. Spinner probably dug out the quirk destroying bullets just for him. 

He supposes it’s just punishment for the nose job he just gave Shigaraki with his forehead.

Blinking sleep and dried blood out of his eyes, Katsuki darts into the first alley he sees with a clear skyline.

He slips the quirk cuff off of his right hand, a nifty trick he learned after they cut off his index finger; if he dislocated his thumb he can wiggle out with no problem. 

He struggles to climb atop the dumpster at the dead end, pissing off whatever fucker had been using it as a house. Finally, once he regains his footing, he uses his free hand to launch himself up, a desperate explosion giving him too much momentum. He goes tumbling across the roof, picking up several shards of glass and some unidentifiable fluid on the way. 

“Shit!” He shouts, taking exactly three seconds to squirm in pain before he’s back up and running. 

He can see Deku’s apartment building from here, and just past it is the gates to UA’s campus. 

Fuck he’s been so close the whole time. 

His shoulder throbs from where he landed on it, blood seeping through his already filthy shirt. Spinner shoved him in a new set after they waterboarded him and left him out for so long that he got hypothermia. Apparently, they weren’t trying to kill him, though you could’ve fooled Katsuki. 

By his fourth roof jump his arm and legs feel like they’re going to melt. He’s sweating, probably working up a fever if the chills and hallucinations are any indications. Every time he turns another league member is there with a knife, or a taser, or any of the thousands of torture methods Katsuki didn’t know existed. 

Toga swipes at his arm, and his vision goes fuzzy when he flinches and reflexively turns away. 

“It's not real. Get your shit together, man.” 

He finally drops to the street, finding a fairly shady sidewalk to hide in. He’s still careful of making too much noise, but none of those bastards had useful wall-scaling quirks since they probably left smoke bastard at the hideout, so he probably has a strong lead. 

His jog devolves into a quick limp, his hand finding rest on the wall next to him. 

Shit, he can’t remember the last time he got more than three hours of sleep. 

But he can see UA’s logo in the distance and he’s so close. 

Every few steps he’ll blast a small explosion to give himself more momentum, he’s afraid if he stops moving for even a moment he’ll collapse. 

Something hot and sticky drips onto his face, and he drags the back of his hand over it.

Well, he’s not sure when he hit his head hard enough to bleed, but he’s not surprised

It probably takes him a good chunk of an hour, but he finally makes it to the gate. Naturally, he doesn’t have his ID on him, but he’s sure if he knocks they’ll-

Several alarms blare, and some bright ass light shines in his eye as he’s placed in a spotlight. There are no less than seven tranq guns pointed at him and just as many methods of capture. 

Hm, they must have upgraded security. 

“I haven’t even fuckin’ touched anything yet.” He grumbles, holding his arms as high as his body will allow. He’s pretty sure if he raises his hands above his head right now he’ll just keel over dead. 

A camera on some sort of robot pole thing sticks itself two inches away from Katsuki’s eyes, and he manages to only flinch a little. 

A crackling sound echoes through the air, and the nasally voice of his principal speaks. 

“To what do we owe the pleasure, Toga-san?”

Katsuki rolls his eyes, “‘M not fuckin’ Toga, but she’s sure as hell gonna show up here if you keep up the ruckus.”

“We’re sending Eraserhead down.” He informs Katsuki. 

Katsuki waves him off, “Kay but I’m fuckin-” He wobbles, shaking his head in an attempt to regain focus, “I’m-”

A loud hissing noise comes from the gate, and two red eyes glow in front of him, haloed by a dark figure. 

He feels the warmth in his palms fade, and so does the remaining energy keeping him upright. 

“...Tired.”

“Shit-” Aizawa grunts, catching him when he falls. 

“Aizawa, are you alright?” Nezu’s voice asks from the speaker behind him. 

“It’s him, it’s actually fucking him.” He whispers, reverent, “Get Recovery Girl, he’s definitely injured, though I don’t know to what extent.”

He lifts Bakugo into his arms, the boy tucks into himself on instinct. 

“‘M not a baby.” He pouts, all too aware of how much he sounds like one.

“You’ve earned a little coddling, Bakugo. Don’t think I’m letting you out of sight for at least a year.”

“I got out on my own,” Katsuki argues, grunting when Aizawa jostles him as they make their way into the school. 

“Yeah. You did so well, kid.” Shouta mumbles as he brings them back into the school. 

“Sorry about all that!” Nezu squeaks when they meet him in the med bay, “The league was very… persuasive. We were convinced you had died!” 

Aizawa winces, pulling a blanket over Katsuki's shivering legs and- 

He could’ve sworn he was wearing shoes when he left. Well, why would he have been?

“Oh, I guess that’s why they took my finger.” He muses, still feeling the fantom grind of the serrated knife through his bone.

“Yes, uh, we did… bury you.”

Katsuki stares dumbly.

“Well not you, obviously, but we held a funeral. We’ll have to dig that up, I suppose, the casket had some of your personal belongings in it.” He looks over to the door when Recovery Girl enters.

She immediately begins to fret, sanitizing his arm to prep for an IV drip and mumbling about all sorts of fun ailments Katsuki has. He tunes it out. 

“What? Why’d you bury anything?” He gawks. 

Aizawa frowns, looking away, “We didn’t have a body, and your parents were… reasonably distressed. They ran tests to ensure the appendage was truly yours, and when they all came back positive…” His teacher sighs, sitting down in a chair next to his bed, “I’m really glad you’re back, kid.”

Katsuki looks down at his lap, observing the rough, fresh scar tissue developing on his hand, “So you gave up that quick, huh?”

“Bakugo, you’ve been gone for over three months, I assure you we never gave up. Your parents were certainly not ready to accept it, but we just couldn’t find an alternative. We kept the case open but… as friends and family we mourned you.”

He huffs, picking at the tape around his IV, “I was only like two miles away. ‘Soon as I got out I could see the city.” 

“I’m so sorry, Bakugo, I wish we’d found you sooner.”

He shrugs, looking back at his teacher, “Well, I’m here now. Only down a finger.”

Aizawa shakes his head, but his mouth quirks up, “It’s good to have you back, kid. I’m sure you want to pass out, I’ll stay with you.”

“Can the goons come visit tomorrow? I think I missed their ugly ass faces.”

“Sure, as long as you stay in bed.” “I have no issue with that, Sensei.”

Part 2