#if any homophobe tries to side with me do not

[kisakis-boyfriend]

Cosmic Experimentation pt. 2

Author's Note: Ah shit, here we go again. Fingering Anaxa's chest hole, as promised~ Once again inspired by @angelesca 🩷 (thank you for your kind words btw!! You're too sweet 🥹🫶) — I can't believe we have to wait an entire month for his banner…so homophobic 😔

Pairings: Anaxagoras x male reader

Warnings: Dom male!reader, sub!Anaxa, fingering unusual holes, dacryphilia, feisty Anaxagoras

“I was half-kidding!” you yell-laugh, crossing your arms in front of you to block your partner's relentless attacks.

You were kind enough to carry him over to the bed, seeing how his legs refused to keep him upright after your previous amusement, and what does he do in return? Anaxagoras yanks a pillow from underneath his head and starts weakly beating you with it!

“Calm down! I said I was only kidding!” you quickly grab the middle of the pillow, stopping the onslaught of fluffy blows in an instant. Still huffing in annoyance, Anaxa begrudgingly lets go, allowing you to disarm him. “You were so sweet and adorable earlier, love. Where did all of this come from?” you ask, leaning over your beloved boyfriend and fixing his hair that had become tousled during his fit.

He doesn't answer at first, mostly glaring at you like a bratty girlfriend while you simply hold his gaze in amusement. It takes about a minute of this stare down until he relents. “Sometimes, I think you enjoy provoking me.” he says plainly. His reddened cheeks reveal the emotions fueling this silly temper, however.

It's all too cute, how much Anaxagoras allows you to get away with. Not only does the demised scholar allow you to invade his personal space more than anyone else, he puts up with — or perhaps it's more accurate to say that he enjoys — your teasing and the way you play with his emotions just to see him flush and stutter his way through an excuse.

You can't stop yourself from leaning down to capture his lips in a gentle kiss. Anaxa's sour expression melts away as he loses himself in the kiss, returning the affection with interest. A hand on his waist causes him to arch his back a little, which gets him lost in pleasure all over again. The kiss becomes hungrier, deeper, and Anaxa parts his lips, practically begging you to come inside and claim what's yours.

Hands begin to wander; yours and his. While Anaxa's hands find a comfy place behind your neck, tugging at the back of your hair, your own hands explore the expanse of his body. Trailing along his sides, tickling the exposed skin of his shoulder that's normally hidden underneath his jacket, then settling one hand on his chest. As if it has a gravitational pull of its own, your fingers travel inwards, grazing the outer edge of the cosmic design in the center of Anaxagoras' chest. Your fingertips ghost over the middle of it…

And the effect is immediate.

Anaxa arches off of the bed, whimpering and wrapping his legs around your waist without even realizing it, and moaning against your mouth while his eye squeezes shut. You pull away, looking down at your partner with wide eyes. ‘Was it because I touched it…?’ you think to yourself, smiling as a far dirtier thought creeps into the forefront of your head.

“Would it…would it hurt if I stuck my fingers in here?” you nearly whisper. You're straining your ears to pick up any kind of response from him, since he decided to cover his mouth with the back of his hand out of embarrassment. The noises that threaten to escape at any second have him acting extra shy, it seems.

Anaxagoras collects his thoughts, then gives you an answer. “I don't know… It's not like anyone has ever tried to *ahem*… touch me like you did earlier.” He shifts slightly, clearly flustered, but you can detect the hint of scholarly curiosity in his voice. You exchange looks, and you ask for permission to experiment with this area too. Offering a promise to be even more gentle, if that's what he wants.

He says nothing, only grasping your wrist again and bringing your touch back to his chest whilst maintaining an expectant look. The sensations are much the same: cold, damp, and gooey once you actually penetrate the space.

You use your pointer finger at first, easing Anaxa into the situation once again. His whines fill the room, and he squirms around without thinking. “Easy now — does this feel good too?” your gentle tone makes Anaxa feel comfortably lightheaded — like he's floating through warm water in the sunlight. He can only muster a weak nod of his head, but it's good enough for you.

The cosmic space ripples like liquid with your every move, though you're unsure if you can say that it's truly "liquid". Even as it moves, it still seems solid. The knowledge-seeking part of your brain poses all sorts of questions and hypotheses: How does this space even work? Is it an actual opening to the inside of his body; does it feel like I'm sticking my fingers into his chest, or a more pleasurable hole? Am I going to accidentally poke his heart or lungs? Does it work more like a pocket dimension where my fingers aren't technically inside of him? Was it safe for him to lick that blue goo off of my fingers? Is it some kind of blue cum? Does his chest hole have a prostate or something? Can I safely put my dick in his eye hole? Can I safely put it in his chest? That would be weird, right? How many people can say that they get to fuck their partner's chest pussy?

“AaaAaAAhHHhhHnN–” Your deep introspection is interrupted by Anaxagoras moaning loudly and suddenly. At first, you're worried that you somehow hurt him, but that thought is quickly discarded when he starts clawing at the sheets and grinding his hips against yours. “hAAaaH– Yes! Do that again…please!”

While lost in your thoughts, you inadvertently find the spot that you'd been searching for. The part of him that you can lightly press on and immediately send your partner straight to heaven.

The fresh tears streaming down your boyfriend's cheek only serve to make him more beautiful in this moment. You almost find yourself lost staring at his face as his expression twists wildly, punctuated by more moans and cries of your name. His cries become even more frantic when you stop moving your finger, too lost in your daze to realize that you're barely fingering him at all.

It takes a few shouts of your name to finally snap you out of it, and your partner is none too pleased that you stopped touching him the way he needs. “Did I say stop?!” Anaxagoras bites, furrowing his brow as he looks up at you through wet lashes.

“Oh, sorry, sweetheart. That pretty face of yours must have put me in a trance.” Your teasing is unappreciated, only earning you a harsh glare and a huff from Anaxa. Both of which cease when you get back to gliding your finger in and out of his chest hole. Deciding to test the waters a little more, you add a second finger, just as you did with the matching mark under his eye patch.

That added digit has the exact effect you wanted it to have, causing your partner to squeal and throw his head back. Then, you curl your fingers, and the motion instantly causes Anaxa's eye to roll into the back of his head. It has an obvious effect between his legs as well, feeling the hard bulge rubbing against yours with every slight movement of Anaxa's hips.

Just the same as before, this hole begins to overflow with that blue liquid. It squelches loudly, following every thrust of your fingers with a distinct schlik schlik schlik noise. You're knuckle-deep inside this space, scissoring your digits as if you're trying to prepare Anaxagoras for something bigger… (would that even fit?!)

You try to hit that special spot repeatedly, sending your boyfriend into a hysterical frenzy of tossing his head back and forth and whimpering like a virgin. “Are you gonna cum again, love? Do you like when I touch you like this?” you prod, using the hand that previously held onto his hip to squeeze Anaxa's ass.

As you pick up the pace, his voice becomes your favorite song — a symphony of high-pitched moans, beautifully articulated and precious, interlaced with his cries of “faster!”. And at the peak of it all, you exclaim; “Cum for me, love! There ya go, good boy~”

With one final cry of ecstasy, Anaxa creams his pants for the second time today, letting himself moan without restraint as ropes of cum stain the inside of his underwear. His chest cavity takes every quick thrust as you finger it through his orgasm, oozing even more of that blue liquid.

You remove your fingers and observe the gooey substance again, the way it drips down slowly, making its way down to the base of your fingers, and stretches without breaking when you spread them apart. You press your fingers against Anaxa's parted lips and he sucks on them without making a fuss. Even as he lay breathless and on the verge of dozing off, your partner is kind enough to once again clean your fingers.

“Feeling ok?” you ask sweetly. Anaxagoras tiredly nods his head, humming as his tongue laps at his own blue fluid attached to your skin. You lean down to press a kiss against his temple, hugging him as you press your bodies together, then exhale a shaky breath of exhaustion. You'll prepare to clean yourselves up in a bit. But for now, you want to enjoy the afterglow of your little adventure in peace.

[fl100r]

♡JEALOUS KING♡

Katsuki 𝖡𝖺𝗄𝗎𝗀𝗈𝗎 𝗑 Top! 𝗆𝖺𝗅𝖾 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋

WARNINGS: SMUT with plot, Bakugou teasing u, cream pie, male orgasm, blowjob, standing sex, public sex, degrading Bakugou.

-King Bakugou x Butler! reader.. world in a historical fantasy setting, being gay is a scandal might get killed if u gex say, so Bakugou want to suck M/N's cock but gets cock blocked. ages: Bakugou (25), M/N (27)

"I love you.."

"my apology dawg, the world kinda homophobic rn."

"so what? I'm gay for you."

"were gonna get cancelled no cap lil bro."

"Just put ur cock in my mouth bro."

︶꒷꒦︶ ๋࣭ ⭑︶꒷꒦︶ ๋࣭ ⭑︶꒷꒦︶ ๋࣭ ⭑︶꒷꒦︶ ๋࣭ ⭑︶꒷꒦︶ ๋࣭

You and Prince Bakugou have been childhood friends for as long as you can remember. His mother visits your orphanage often, donating funds to support your education. Bakugou noticed you immediately when you first met. You were the quietest person he had ever encountered, rarely showing any emotions, even to him. One day, during an event his mother was hosting, where orphans and other children from the kingdom competed in fun challenges, there was a two-person team competition. Without hesitation, Bakugou grabbed your arm. You had been standing by the food table, quietly enjoying your favorite snacks.

"Old hag! I want to team up with him!" Bakugou shouted, raising your hand as he held it up. "But I don’t want to join," you mumbled, confused.

"Too bad! You're joining anyway!" Bakugou glared at you, leaving no room for argument. He didn’t even know why he wanted to team up with you—he just felt some strange connection, like there was something about you that intrigued him. The competition turned out to be a boat race. Bakugou sat in front, his expression irritated as usual, while you were seated at the back. Your stomach grumbled, still craving more food. You absentmindedly grabbed the paddles on either side of you, glancing back toward the food table one last time. Before you could dwell on it, the horn blared, signaling the start of the race. Bakugou surged forward, paddling furiously, far outpacing you. It was clear he was practically carrying the team through the competition, while you struggled to keep up.

You ended up doing nothing during the race, leaving Bakugou to handle everything on his own. Naturally, he won, and he jumped up in excitement, shouting about how he was the best.

As you tried to head back to the food area, Bakugou grabbed the collar of your shirt, pulling you back to his side. He threw an arm around your neck, holding you in a loose headlock. "Ahaha! You're all just extras compared to me and my sidekick!" he boasted, grinning widely. Irritated, you sighed. "Erm... can you please let me go?" you asked, turning your head toward him. Bakugou looked down at you, only to freeze when he realized how close your face was to his. His cheeks flushed slightly as he stared at you.

You managed to slip away from Bakugou’s hold, leaving him behind in the boat, still a bit flustered. Without saying a word, you casually walked over to the food table, grabbing a plate and piling it with your favorite snacks. As Bakugou stood there, frozen and flushed, still processing the moment, you made your way back to the orphanage, seemingly unfazed by the entire ordeal.

✦───── ❝ Years Later ❞ ─────✦

"Your Majesty, please wake up. You still have paperwork from last night," you said as you opened the curtains, letting the morning sunlight flood into Bakugou's room.

"Son of a bitch..." Bakugou grumbled, turning away from the sunlight and refusing to face the open curtains. The insult was clearly aimed at you. "I don’t have a mother, so I wouldn’t know if she is a bitch or not, sir," you replied calmly. "Anyway, sir, please get up." Before you could finish, Bakugou reached out and grabbed your collar, still lying down as he pulled you closer. "Listen here, you tea towel tyrant! I don’t care about the paperwork from last night—it’s already irritating me! Now leave me alone before I have your head chopped off!" Bakugou growled, his face now uncomfortably close to yours. You wrinkled your nose and muttered, "Ugh… sir, your morning breath… I’m sorry." Bakugou’s face flushed in embarrassment, and he swung a punch in frustration. You quickly backed away, dodging just in time.

"Sorry, sir, for stating a simple fact, but you really do need to get ready," you said. "I’ll start your bath." You walked into his bathroom, turning on the golden faucet and letting the tub fill with water. While the tub filled, you went into his bedroom and sorted through his closet, picking out clothes for him. After selecting his outfit, Bakugou entered the bathroom, closing the door behind him. "I'll prepare breakfast, sir!" you called out as you made your way down the gorgeous hallway. Statues of Bakugou’s ancestors lined the walls, and you passed by them on your way to the kitchen.

As you chatted with the chef, who was busy preparing Bakugou’s excellent breakfast, you busied yourself in the kitchen, making tea for him. Once the meal was ready, you carried it to the long dining table where Bakugou had already seated himself in the far chair. You placed his meal in front of him and poured a cup of tea, setting it down beside his plate.

You motioned to the other servants to assist Bakugou while you began to walk away. However, as you started to leave, Bakugou tugged on the black suit you were wearing from behind his chair, where he was eating his breakfast. "No, you stay here," he said firmly. You tried to protest, but Bakugou was insistent. As you waited for Bakugou to finish his breakfast, you motioned to the other servants to take over your chores. You knew that since you became his butler, Bakugou didn’t want you to leave his side, so you had to find ways to manage your tasks while remaining close to him.

One of the butlers handed you a stack of envelopes, which you took and began to read aloud for Bakugou while he continued eating his breakfast. "Sir, there’s an invitation from the Todoroki royal family. They’re hosting a celebration ball for the crowning of Shoto Todoroki, the youngest sibling of the Todoroki family. You should consider going—" Bakugou cut you off, his eyebrows furrowing as he sipped his tea. "No. I’m not going to some stupid coronation."

You tried to convince him, but Bakugou wouldn’t budge. His temper was well-known, and despite your efforts, he remained adamant. You knew that aligning with the Todoroki family or showing them some respect could be beneficial, especially given his many enemies. Ever since his parents had died a few years ago, Bakugou’s demeanor had only worsened, making him even more difficult to manage.

You rubbed your temples in frustration. "Maybe… sigh, I could come with you, sir. The ball is tonight. I can clear my schedule if that’s fine with you—"Bakugou cut you off but, of course, he agreed. He then went about his daily routine, snapping his fingers to motion you to follow him. You sighed, following him like an irritated dog.

One of Bakugou's routines was horse racing in the woods near his castle. As he mounted his usual horse, you sat at a nearby table, lost in your thoughts while watching him. Suddenly, Bakugou’s voice cut through your reverie. "Hey, peasant! Come over here!" Bakugou yelled, summoning you to join him. As you approached, he handed you some gear that looked like it was meant for horseback riding. "Sir, I can’t ride a horse," you said, holding up the gear. Bakugou climbed onto his horse and replied, "You’re riding with me. Put on the gear and get back behind me." He looked at you with his usual furrowed eyebrows, always seeming annoyed.

You sighed again and put on the gear. As you tried to climb onto the horse, you managed to successfully get on and position yourself behind Bakugou. However, just as you settled in, Bakugou grabbed your shirt and pulled you closer to him, forcing you into close contact with him.

You tried to get comfortable, but before you could, Bakugou kicked the horse into motion. The sudden movement shocked you, and you instinctively looked for something to hold onto—anything other than Bakugou. But as you started to slip, you had no choice.

You quickly wrapped one arm around Bakugou’s waist, your face pressed against his left shoulder. Glancing to Bakugou, you noticed him smirking, as if he knew this was going to happen all along. You glanced around and realized just how deep into the forest you were. The horse started to slow down, eventually coming to a stop. You tried to remove your arm from around Bakugou’s waist, but before you could, he grabbed it, pulling you closer as he leaned back into you. His head was now resting against your chest, making the situation even more awkward at least for you.

You both sat there in silence, Bakugou cuddling against your chest while you looked around, trying to avoid the awkwardness. Bakugou kept squirming, shifting around until he reached for your other arm, wrapping it around himself, pulling you even closer.

For you, it was an incredibly awkward position, but Bakugou seemed unfazed. You kept your gaze fixed on the forest, not wanting to face him. As you noticed the sky deepening into a rich orange, you remembered the ball. "Oh, right, we must get ready for the ba—" you started to say, but before you could finish, you felt something rubbing against your crotch. Your face flushed in embarrassment as you realized it was Bakugou, his body the closest to you. He was rubbing his backside against you, seemingly unaware—or perhaps he just didn’t care. He didn’t say a word, continuing his subtle movements.

"Sir, ugh... stop, you know this is forbidden... ergh," you panted, trying to keep your composure. Bakugou didn’t miss a beat. "What’s forbidden? I’m just sitting, M/N," he said with a smug tone, clearly enjoying the situation. You gritted your teeth. This royal bastard—he knew exactly what he was doing, As you tried to keep your composure, Bakugou reached his hand onto your crotch, rubbing even harder.

You panted softly, trying to regain your breath when you heard a distant voice.

"Your Majesty! Where are you? You need to get ready for the ball!" one of the maids called out, her voice echoing through the forest.

Bakugou immediately stopped and, with a quick motion, urged his horse to head back toward the castle. Once you reached the stables, Bakugou dismounted with ease.

"Get M/N ready too. He’s coming with me," Bakugou commanded, still smirking as he walked off.

"Sir, M/N, can you get off the horse?" the maid asked hesitantly.

You cut her off, "Go inside. I’ll go in when I’m ready," you said, still sitting on the horse. This bastard got you hard. Embarrassed, you hesitated to get off, not wanting the maids or other servants to notice your situation—especially since they loved to gossip.

He’s going to get you killed someday.

✦───── ❝At The Ball ❞ ─────✦

“Presenting the new king of the Frostflame Empire! Shoto Todoroki!”

The ball was in full swing, with everyone dancing and chatting. Bakugou was mingling with his friends, while you stood in the corner with the other servants.

“M/N!” a familiar voice called out. It was Midoriya.

“Hello, Sir Midoriya—” you began, but Midoriya cut you off with a nervous laugh. “Oh, come on... you don’t need to call me that, ahah.”

Even though you and Midoriya had been childhood friends and remained close, his status as a hero made you feel compelled to address him formally. To this day, you still considered him a friend.

“Midoriya, how’ve you been lately?” you asked.

Izuku was momentarily surprised by the change of subject but quickly responded with enthusiasm. “Great! I recently got engaged to Uraraka!”

As you continued talking, you found yourself smiling at one of Izuku’s funny jokes. You missed your friends from the orphanage and felt a pinch of nostalgia. However, you couldn't shake the feeling that someone was watching you intensely. You tried to brush it off, but before you could think much of it.

Bakugou suddenly stepped between you and Midoriya. “What the hell are you doing, Deku!” he shouted.

Izuku looked surprised. “W-What?? I was just talking to—”

Bakugou cut him off, continuing to argue and insult the nervous hero despite Midoriya’s attempts to defuse the situation.

Seeing the commotion, you quickly intervened, pulling Bakugou away from the scene and guiding him into a large, empty hallway. “Sir! What are you doing?! You know people are going to gossip about this—especially talking like that to everyone’s favorite hero! Have you lost your mind?!” you yelled at him quietly, trying to keep the confrontation discreet.

"I've been trying to keep your image from getting destroyed! You seriously can't just calm down for one second, sir? Fucking hell..." you said, frustration evident as you covered your face with both palms. You didn't notice Bakugou had already dropped to his knees and was trying to get your belt off. "Sir, what the fuck are you doing now?" you demanded, bewildered by his sudden action. "What does it look like, dumbass?" Bakugou retorted, successfully removing your belt and now zipping down your zipper. pulling out your cock out, started to lick it up and down. You panted in frustration, at the same time feeling aroused.

As you looked around your surroundings, trying to see if anyone was watching this scene, you turned around until— Bakugou took your cock fully into his mouth, him gagging on it. This made you even more frustrated. "You fucking bastard—" you said, grabbing Bakugou’s blonde hair and pulling him closer to your cock, God his mouth is warm. You thought as he sucked your cock faster, holding your hips as you put your hand onto a wall to support you as Bakugou went faster.

"Augh.. goddamn it, you're gonna get me killed.." you said to him as he sucks your cock faster, basically begging you to cum inside his mouth. "Augh!- Fuck.." as you climax filling Bakugou's mouth with your semen. You panted, sweat already beading on your forehead.

As you look at Bakugou, he has your semen on his cheeks as he tries to get all of it into his mouth don't wanting it to be wasted, "Get up…" you said to Bakugou. He stood up, but before he could say anything, you grabbed his neck and pinned him to the wall beside you, pressing your lips against his. He struggled a bit, but eventually, he calmed down, his hands resting on your shoulders. You pulled away, panting. "Pant… Is this what you want..?" you asked, before kissing him again, but this time more roughly.

You pulled away again, your face now against the side of his neck. You kissed and bit it as you spoke, "I've been trying to survive and not get killed because of your reckless actions, rubbing against me, grabbing my cock without my permission, even sneaking into my room at night just to relieve yourself."

Bakugou’s face blushed the moment you said that last part, clearly embarrassed. He looked away from your eyes, but you grabbed his face, making him look at you. With his eyes watering, he gazed at you. “You seriously frustrate me Sir.." you began to unbuckle his pants, still pinning him onto the wall. as Bakugou's pants dropped on the marbled floor, You turned him around, so now his back was facing you. you put your tip onto his hole, rubbing on it, teasing him as he whimper. "you son of bitch.. please.. eurgh.."You grabbed his neck, pulling his arched back against you. "Come on, sir, that’s not my name. You know it…" rubbing you cock onto Bakugou's hole, teasing him even more as your tip closer to get inside him, "Argh... P-Please M/N.. Sir, please just..- Agh!-" you put your cock inside him. you didn't let him take adjust of your size as you quickly slamming your hips into him. "Argh! Argh! Haah.. M/N-" you covered his mouth with your hand, mumbling him.

“Shut the fuck up, would ya?.. I don’t want both of us to get beheaded because of your moaning, F-Fuck.." As you rested your head on his left shoulder, you look down to his harden cock seeing already white liquid out of his cock. "Did you already fucking cum?.. Goddamn, are you really That pent up? Eheh.. S-Shit.. I'm close.." you grabbed Bakugou's cock, started stroking it fast. You looked at Bakugou’s face, his eyes rolling back and drool already dripping onto your hand. "Disgusting.. you should really see yourself right now.. Sir.." You slightly giggled, "Insulting Midoriya, Argh.. Making a scene, Damaging your already broken Image, for just my cock.." you felt wet in your hand, it's Bakugou's semen, he came again. "Cumming again sir.. F-Fuck.. Get ready for my mine then.." As you pin Bakugou onto the wall harder, you slamming your hips again and again onto him. you feel your climax close, "Argh!...Stand still.. ergh.. G-Goddamn it you're shaking.." you slammed your hips onto Bakugou releasing your semen into him.

Both of you were panting and sweating as you zipped your pants up cleaning yourself up. “Shit… we gotta go, sir, Before someone finds you like this.." You grabbed Bakugou's pants from the floor and put them on him, Bakugou went limp against your chest. “Sir, come on, wake up from your fantasies. We’ve got to go.” He tried to walk but failed, falling into your arms. You sighed. “We’re not doing this again. Ever." you said, "Hey! Not my fault you went rough on me! you Tea Towel Tyrant.. Tch." You grabbed Bakugou and carried him as if he were a damsel in distress. You headed in the direction outside, making your way to the carriage driver. You avoided the ball entrance, where many people were gathered, and took the long way instead.

Don't want any one to know that you just Slammed your hips and Came into your King, "Tch.." you rolled your eyes, avoiding eye contact with Bakugou, just focus on going Home instead.

✦───── ❝In the Carriage ❞ ─────✦

You closed the door behind you and sat beside Bakugou. "Urgh your semen is dripping out of me.." Bakugou said, Looking out the window of the carriage, you were lost in thought. You had just done something so sinful and unforgivable that you were sure you’d be killed if anyone found out about the scene you and your king had just made in that hallway, You kept thinking about it over and over. until Bakugou Touching your clothed cock. You sighed. "Seriously..?" you said, looking at him with disappointment. He avoided eye contact with you, instead staring out the other side of the window where he was sitting.

you rubbed your temples, but didn't move his hand away instead let him be. you get closer to him, and whispered "if you keep doing that, I might just fuck you in front of a mirror." You knew your king very well. You knew he hated seeing his vulnerable self in the mirror. But that didn’t stop him. Instead, he brought himself closer to you, essentially cuddling you.

You sighed, the threat failed at your favor. "What am I gonna do with you Sir.."

✦𓆩♡𓆪Thank you for Reading! 𓆩♡𓆪✦

[scarletemeraldpurple]

Kinktober day 9: Lactation (posting this at 1 am on the 10th but ssshh)

Rio finds you on the brink of death, but it isn’t your time yet. She takes it upon herself to nurse you back to health.

CW: Reader suffers from homophobic violence, the consent is a bit dubious

Other notes: Very gentle Rio, lots of pet names, lactation with healing properties (and aphrodisiac properties), reader becomes Rio’s pet

“Well well, what have I found this time?” Rio mused to herself as she saw you on the ground, curled up, almost unconscious.

Death. You thought to yourself. Death has come to take me. It’s just as well.

“Let’s find out what your story is, hm?” Rio said, lightly massaging your temple.

What she found horrified her. You were dragged out here by a group of men. They beat you half to death, in theory it was because you were suspected of being a witch, in reality it was because one of them suspected you of trying to seduce his girlfriend.

“They don’t even truly know of the power you hold,” Rio said quietly, “it’s not your time to go yet, little one.”

That was the last thing you heard before blackness took over your vision.

You woke up in a cave, on a mat of woven vines.

“Sorry, I don’t have guests often and I don’t really sleep, this was the best I could do on short notice.” The strange witch who saved you said.

You tried to get up, you were unsuccessful, wincing at pain coming from your abdomen.

“Easy there sweetheart.” She sat beside you on the mat as you laid back down.

“I thought you were Death, coming to collect me.”

“Well in a sense I did, just not in the way you expected. But you can call me Rio.”

“Rio?”

“Rio Vidal, at first it was just a pseudonym, but I’ve gotten a bit attached to it.”

“River of Life, so Death has a sense of humor.”

“Gotta have one in my line of work.”

You chuckled lightly, which caused you to wince again.

Rio reached a hand out, very cautiously, to brush some hair out of your face. “I can help you with that, sweet thing.”

“Yeah? Why do you want to help me?”

“Someone’s a bit mistrustful.”

“Can you blame me?”

“No I cannot. Look, here’s the deal. I have something I need help with, and you can help me with it.”

“What exactly does Death need help with?”

“You forget that at the end of the day, I am a green witch. And there’s a little side effect of that I need help with.”

You looked at her confused.

“What exactly do you know about witches?”

“Not a lot. Managed to find an old banned book about potions but that’s been about it.”

Rio nodded slowly. “Okay well…how should I break this down? I can help heal you, quickly in fact.”

“Okay. And in return I?”

“You help me get my breasts to stop aching.”

Your eyes widened.

“You drink from me, it heals you, I get rid of my milk from this cycle.”

You could not believe what you were hearing. She had to be joking right? Maybe Death’s sense of humor was more twisted than you thought.

Then Rio flung her top off, and you saw her nipples leak a bit. “Think you can get on your side or do I need to straddle you?”

“Does it have to be like, mouth to tit? Can I not use a cup or something?”

“You could if I had any.”

“Right, right, guess you don’t really need to do the ‘sustenance for survival thing’.”

“Look, sweetheart , you can spend possibly months healing, unable to sit up for weeks. Orrrrrr, you can put your mouth on my tits and both of our lives will be so much easier.”

You really did not mean to be staring at her chest, but they were big…full, and right in front of you.

“You’re not exactly being subtle, doll.” Rio said, bringing a hand to cup one of them. “C’mon, it won’t take that long, you don’t even need to drink all of it to heal. And I’ll still get some relief.”

Fuck it. You thought to yourself. “Okay. Y’know making a deal with Death was not really on my agenda for today.”

Rio smiled. She slid next to you and gently coaxed you to your side. You cautiously wrapped your lips around her nipple. She stroked your hair encouragingly.

“There you go, just like that.” She let out a moan. “Oh you’re good at that baby.”

It really did work quick. You were already starting to feel better. You felt calmer too. You weren’t sure how to describe what it tasted like, but it was good, and you wanted to keep going.

“Mmm, feeling better baby?” Rio asked.

You were but you found yourself in a haze. It just felt so good to keep sucking. To keep drinking Her in.

“Mmm, I bet you are. You should be all healed up actually. But you can keep drinking that works for me. You’re awful cute like this.” She scratched at the back of your scalp and you moaned around her.

“Maybe I should keep you. Yeah, I think I’ll do that. You’d like taking care of me like this every month, wouldn’t you pet?” Rio mused as she petted you.

“Other side now if you wouldn’t mind. Not that you’d mind very much right now.” She chuckled.

You readjusted so that you were on top of her, now drinking as much as you could from her other tit.

“It’s been so long since I’ve had such an eager little mouth on me. You feel so good pet.” She reached an hand between her legs. “You’re being so good for me baby, just keep sucking.” She said as she started to rub her clit to the sight of you.

She had stopped leaking into your mouth so you detached and realized how worked up you had gotten…how worked up she had gotten.

“Kiss me, pet.”

You didn’t hesitate to obey. Her free hand wrapped around the back of your neck as she let you explore her mouth with your tongue. You moaned into her.

“Easily excited little thing aren’t you?” Rio whispered against your lips. “Fuck baby I’m so close, fuck, yeah keep looking at me like that.” She said as she grabbed your jaw, wanting those big doe eyes on her for as long as possible.

You felt her shake underneath you as she came. Eye contact broken as she screwed her eyes shut in pleasure. You stroked her hair, totally in awe.

Rio composed herself and brought her fingers to your lips.

In that moment you realized you never wanted to be done tasting her, every part of her.

“Such a good little pet. Already so well trained.” She teased. She adjusted you so that your legs were on either side of her thigh. “This is the last thing I want from you tonight okay? Can you cum for me, sweetheart?”

You nodded and started grinding against her. Every sensation seemed so intense tonight.

“I did forget to warn you about something my dear. See I can just heal people, but if someone is healthy, then drinking from me can act…as a bit of an aphrodisiac. Feeling a little fuzzy?”

You nodded and continued rocking your hips against her.

“I could have stopped you I suppose. But you were just so cute. And I bet if felt really good didn’t it?”

You nodded again, whimpering.

“And I bet this feels amazing right?”

“Uh-huh” you moaned out.

“Oh did I make you lose your words? That’s okay. Pet’s don’t need words, they just need to hump or suck, or whatever else I tell them to do. And right now? I want you to cum.”

Your body complied with her demand. She took your hips and made sure you rode all the way through it. You collapsed on top of her.

“Big night huh sweet thing?”

“Mhm.”

“Get some sleep my dear. I’ll be right here.”

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@steddieangstyaugust Day 6: "Who did this?"

Cw: homophobic language used (f word, not used by main characters)

Steve was late.

He was never late which is why Eddie had spent the last twenty minutes pacing around the trailer. Since Spring Break and Eddie's release from the hospital Saturdays had been movie night for the two older boys. A movie night that became date night a couple months ago when Steve smiled so softly at him and Eddie couldn't help but risk it all and kiss him. Steve never was late, but especially not on Saturdays.

Eddie knew Steve had a closing shift, solo because Robin had finally gotten the courage to ask out Vickie. Sometimes closing took longer alone but Steve always would call to let Eddie know. Eddie had already tried ringing the store multiple times but got nothing but voicemail.

Now, twenty minutes later, he couldn't wait any longer. He grabbed his keys and tried to keep his panic under control as he drove to the store, hoping that maybe he'd pass Steve on the way and it would all be a misunderstanding.

His relief at seeing Steve's car parked outside Family Video was short lived. The lights in the store were off, doors shut, no Steve. He parked quickly, jumping out, that's when he saw the real state of Steve's car. The tyres were slashed, headlights and a couple windows smashed and as he rounded the side looking for Steve he saw in bright red spray paint "faggot".

"Shit," Eddie whispered, "Steve!?" he called out desperately. Against all odds he heard a whimper from behind the store. He quickly ran around, his eyes catching on a crumpled figure curled up on the ground. "Steve? Baby, sweetheart, are you ok? Who did this? What hurts, love?" Eddie rambles crouching down towards him, brushing his fingers gently on his face which thankfully looks unharmed, Steve couldn't get another concussion.

"Ankle," Steve whimpers out, Eddie sees that it's red and swollen, he hopes it's just a sprain since it looks ok otherwise. "Stevie, what happened baby?"

"Can we go home first please?" Home had been the trailer for awhile now, Steve rarely went back to Loch Nora these days. "Of course, sweetheart, where are your keys, Wayne and I will come deal with your car later."

Steve whimpered again, "They're on the roof, I fell trying to get them back." Eddie sighed, running a comforting hand down Steve's side, "That's ok, sunshine, we'll deal with that tomorrow too, c'mon I've got you just lean on me." Eddie looped an arm under Steve helping him limp back to the van, Steve pointedly didn't look at his car. The drive home was quiet but thankfully not tense, more tired.

Eddie set Steve up on the couch, a pack of frozen peas on his ankle, he'd get Wayne to look at it when he got home later. He gingerly sits beside him, trying not to jostle Steve's foot too much. Steve immediately leans against his side, the weight of the night seeping out of him.

"I'm sorry."

Steve looked up quickly, "Why are you sorry?"

"You wouldn't have gotten hurt, whichever assholes that did that wouldn't have done it to you if it wasn't for me, Steve."

Steve sighed, "Eds, look at me." Eddie lifted his eyes to meet Steve's hazel ones wondering how much longer he'd get the privilege of being close enough to see the flecks of green in them. "I faced monsters worse than some homophobic assholes to get the honour of loving you, Eddie."

Eddie's breath caught in his throat at Steve's words but he continued, "I don't care what they call or do to me as long as you're always there to come get me, that I always get to come home to you, that's all that matters to me, not the car, not words, just you and me, ok?"

"Ok," Eddie whispered, he thinks he'd start crying if he tried to respond anymore. Steve nodded, satisfied, "Good, I love you, Eds, now can we please watch a movie. We were supposed to finish the trilogy tonight and if I see Dustin on Monday and can't answer his questions he'll pick you as his favourite and that won't do."

Eddie giggled at that, even when faced with danger and hate, Steve could make him smile, "Of course, sunshine." As the text began to scroll on the screen he wrapped an arm around Steve's shoulders, "Love you too, baby, thank you for giving me the honour." Just him and Steve, against the world, upside down or otherwise.

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Is this how you request a fic? I have no idea but I’ll try. I’m craving Regina George content. Can you please write something where reader is apart of the plastics but she’s not mean like the rest of them and that’s why Regina likes her. When Cady shows up and Regina has an interest in cady it’s too make reader jealous but instead cady ends up liking reader who distances herself from the plastics and then Regina gets jealous and admits her feelings so reader doesn’t end up with cady. If that makes sense? Thank you!

Craving Your Attention (Regina George X Plastic!Reader)

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Summary: Regina George is the queen of North Shore High and she doesn’t like to share her toys, even if she doesn’t really play with them. 

A/N: kinda toxic!regina even tho thats not really a surprise. slight cady x reader, she likes you instead of aaron (also aaron doesn’t exist teehee). The girls arent homophobic bc cady tells gretchen she likes reader and regina ends up with reader (saying this bc idk if you’re gonna read this with 2004 regina or 2024 regina in mind, and obviously 2004 was a different time lmao) content warning for diet talk but it’s just part of one scene. Heavily relied on the mean girls (2004) script for this fic, so it's almost all written centered around Cady. all in third person which felt a lil weird to write because i usually write in second person lol idk if anyone’s gonna want a part 2 but imma lyk rn that im not planning on writing a part 2, mainly bc this took so painstakingly long

***

Everyone at North Shore High knew about Regina George. They’d be stupid not to. She was practically royalty. 

A queen bee was nothing without her little worker bees. First was Karen Smith. She seemed to give a whole new meaning to the word ‘clueless,’ but she was friendly. In more ways than one.

Then there’s Gretchen Wieners. She was Regina’s eyes and ears, whether it was wanted or not. All she wanted to do was please her leader.

And finally, there was Y/n L/n. If any of the plastics were to be deemed approachable, it was her. She was Regina’s right-hand girl, maybe even a bit more than that. But no one ever brought that up.

But then Cady Heron came to North Shore.

“Is he bothering you?” Regina tilted her head as she looked at the redheaded girl and the familiar boy who was talking to her. Y/n, who was sitting next to Regina, looked up from her food in curiosity. Regina didn’t usually talk to anyone outside of the table during lunch. The girl made a nondescript noise, so Regina turned her attention to the boy. “Jason, why are you such a skeez?”

Jason rolled his eyes, but tried to seem polite.

“I’m just being friendly.”

“You were supposed to call me last night,” Gretchen pouted, looking over her shoulder at Jason.

“Jason.” Attention was brought back to Regina with the simple call of his name. She wore a sweet smile, which meant that Jason was probably about to get a bite taken out of him. “You do not come to a party at my house with Gretchen and then scam on some poor, innocent girl right in front of us three days later. She’s not interested.” Regina then turned to the redheaded girl. “Do you wanna have sex with him?”

She looked shocked, giving an immediate no.

“Good. So it’s settled.”

“You can go shave your back now,” Y/n finished, and the four plastics waved him off. Jason walked away, but not before muttering an insult to the girls.

“Good one,” Regina said quietly to Y/n, who couldn’t help but smile a bit at the small praise. Before she could reply, Regina’s eyes followed after the red-haired girl, who was now starting to walk away. “Wait.” The single word made her stop in her tracks and look back. “Sit down.”

Regina moved her hands, signaling Gretchen and Karen to move to the sides of the lunch bench to make room for this mystery girl. After some more encouragement, she sat down.

“What’s your name?” Y/n asked sweetly, trying to ease the girl’s nerves.

“Cady.”

“Why don’t I know you?” Regina asked, looking at Cady curiously.

“I’m new,” Cady replied. “I just moved here from Africa.”

“What?”

“I used to be home-schooled.”

“Wait. What?”

Cady took a second, wondering why Regina kept saying ‘what.’ She didn’t think it was that confusing.

“My mom taught me at home-”

“No, no.” Regina laughed. “I know what ‘home-school’ is; I’m not stupid. So, you’ve actually never been to a real school before?”

As she spoke, Regina leaned more and more forward towards Cady. And as the conversation continued, Y/n wondered why Regina was taking such an interest in her. Regina never cared about anyone who passed by, too involved in the latest gossip session Gretchen had started or in Y/n’s appearance. Not that Y/n really noticed that; she was busy thinking about Regina to see that Regina was thinking about her. Either way, she didn’t understand why the blonde was suddenly so fascinated by this new girl.

“You’re like, really pretty.”

Oh… That must be why.

Y/n seemed to tune the rest of the conversation out, too wrapped up in Regina’s compliment towards Cady and the bright smile she wore while giving it. She didn’t know why it bothered her. It’s not like Regina belonged to her. If anything, Y/n, along with the rest of the Plastics, belonged to Regina.

Even when Regina brought Gretchen and Karen in close to speak to them and Y/n, leaving Cady awkwardly leaning back to give them more privacy, Y/n didn’t care much to listen. The gist of the conversation was that they wanted Cady to sit with them at lunch for a week, something they had never considered doing with anyone else in this school.

“Okay.” Regina started as Gretchen and Karen relaxed back into their seats, and Cady leaned back in. “You should just know that we don’t do this a lot, so this is, like, a really huge deal. We wanna invite you to have lunch with us every day for the rest of the week.” Regina wore a grin that meant she was up to something, but Cady didn’t seem to decipher that, and the rest of the girls didn’t know what it meant.

“Oh, it’s okay—” Cady’s tone seemed to indicate that she was about to decline, but Regina interrupted her before she could.

“Coolness.” The bell rang, and Regina’s eyes darted over to Y/n before going back to Cady. Her mischievous smile remained present as she, Gretchen, and Karen grabbed their trays. “So we’ll see you tomorrow.”

The three Plastics stood up and left the table, leaving Y/n in a slight daze and Cady confused about what had just happened. Y/n suddenly looked around, realizing that her friends had left without her, but the new girl was still with her. She figured that she should say something before leaving her alone. She didn’t have to be mean or unpleasant just because Regina seemed to like Cady.

“On Wednesdays, we wear pink.” Y/n said it with a timid but sweet smile, trying to get over the revelation that the girl she loved was setting her sights on someone else. Her hand patted Cady’s a few times before she stood up and picked up her tray. “Welcome to North Shore.”

As Cady watched Y/n leave, and as Janis and Damian dragged the redhead away to interrogate her about her interaction with Regina, she couldn’t help but feel warm. Maybe public school wouldn’t be so bad.

***

The next day, Cady was slightly nervous to sit with the Plastics. She felt like a double spy. Janis and Damian were under the impression that Cady was doing it for them, to listen in on Regina’s secrets and relay them back to her friends so they could laugh at the pathetic and superficial nature of it all. And sure, that was the main reason she was sitting with the girls. But Cady also returned to the table so she could bask in a new light, Y/n. 

But living in girl world came with a bunch of rules.

“You can’t wear a tank top two days in a row, and you can only wear your hair in a ponytail once a week. So…” Gretchen laughed lightly, seeming a little nervous for no reason as she looked at Cady, who was wearing her hair in a ponytail. “I guess you picked today. Oh! And we only wear jeans or track pants on Fridays.”

“Which totally blows in the winter,” Y/n muttered before sipping her Diet Coke.

“Now,” Gretchen started again, “if you break any of these rules, you can’t sit with us at lunch.” Cady seemed surprised, but Gretchen continued. “Not just you! Like, any of us. Okay, so, like, if I was wearing jeans today, I would be sitting over there with the art freaks.” She said it with a grimace, pointing over to a table a few feet away from the girls before looking back at Cady. “Oh, and we always vote before we ask someone to eat lunch with us, because you have to be considerate of the rest of the group. I mean, you wouldn’t buy a skirt without asking your friends first if it looks good on you.”

Everyone nodded except for Cady, who was processing all of these new rules she had to follow.

“I wouldn’t?”

“Right,” Gretchen said with a definitive nod. “And it’s the same with guys. Like, you may think you like someone, but you could be wrong.”

“One hundred twenty calories and forty-eight calories from fat,” Regina interrupted, reading a food bar that she had grabbed. She looked at her friends inquisitively. What percent is that?”

“Uh… forty-eight into one hundred and twenty?” Gretchen suggested, not really sure of herself.

“No, I don’t think so, Gretch,” Y/n said, trying to think of the correct answer.

“I’m only eating foods with less than thirty percent calories from fat.”

“It’s forty percent,” Cady said suddenly, proud that she was able to do the equation in her head. Everyone looked at her, expressions varying from impressed to confused. Cady suddenly felt the need to show her work. “Well, forty-eight over a hundred and twenty equals X over a hundred-”

“So then you cross multiply to get X!” Y/n finished off with a grin, thrilled that she knew what Cady was talking about. Cady smiled back at her with the same excited energy, although looking a little more subdued. Not only was this girl super pretty and friendly, but she also seemed decently smart. Maybe Janis was wrong about these girls.

“Whatever.” Regina looked at the two girls suspiciously. She tossed the food bar onto the table and stood up. “I’m getting cheese fries. Y/n, come with me.”

Taken back by the sudden command, Y/n stumbled out of her seat and followed Regina. Cady’s eyes followed her until she was out of sight, and she sighed quietly when she couldn’t catch a glimpse of the girl anymore. 

“So!” Gretchen startled Cady with her enthusiastic voice and a hand on her shoulder. As she turned to look at her, Cady realized that Karen was also gone from the table. She must’ve gone to the bathroom or somewhere else. “Have you seen anyone you think is cute yet?”

Cady didn’t know how to answer. There was definitely one person that came to mind, but she didn’t know if she should say the name. Gretchen might react badly if Cady told her, which would most likely lead to her getting kicked out of the Plastics.

But at the same time, she didn’t want to lie. 

“Well… there’s this one.. girl.” The last word was quiet and hesitant, but Gretchen picked up on it.

“Oh my gosh, who is it?” She asked excitedly. “Do you think it’s just like, a phase, or is it more serious?”

“I dunno.” Cady shrugged. “I haven’t known her too long to be sure.”

“Who is it?” Gretchen leaned forward in her seat, completely invested in Cady’s answer. It took the redhead a long moment of hesitancy to open her mouth.

“It’s Y/n…”

“No!” Gretchen straightened up, looking absolutely horrified. She looked around, ensuring none of the other girls were back yet. “You can’t like Y/n. Not only is she a part of the group, but… Okay, you didn’t hear this from me, and you’re, like, totally forbidden from ever bringing it up. But Regina is really possessive over Y/n. They’ve been best friends for, like, forever, and Regina chases off anyone who tries to so much as ask her out. And it’s not my place to say whether or not it’s more than friendship, but if I had to say something, there’s definitely something going on between them.” Gretchen took a much-needed breath, shaking her head slightly to clear her jumbled thoughts. “Look, the point is, you shouldn’t date friends. Especially Regina’s friends. But don’t worry, I’ll never tell Regina or Y/n what you said. It’ll be our little secret.”

Gretchen gave Cady a sweet smile, and that seemed to be the end of their little conversation. But for the next few days, Cady kept thinking about it.

She didn’t want to get on Regina’s bad side. That would mean no more things to tell Janis and Damian and no more seeing Y/n. And she also didn’t want to freak Y/n out. But just because Cady wasn’t allowed to like Y/n didn’t mean she wasn’t allowed to look at her. Or think about her. Or talk to her.

A few days later, when Cady was with Janis and Damian at the mall, Janis asked when Cady would see Regina next. She said it felt weird to spy on her and that she didn’t want to do it anymore. And sure, it being weird was part of why she wanted to stop. But mainly, it was because Cady had started getting so distracted by Y/n that it was difficult to focus on Regina. Which was strange, because the blonde girl was so alluring. But Janis reassured Cady that Regina would never find out about her double agent status, that it would be their little secret.

So many secrets.

***

“Hello?” Cady held the phone up to her ear, wondering who was calling her at this late hour.

“I know your secret.” Cady stiffened at Regina’s voice coming through the speaker. She internally panicked, trying to figure out what to do. How did Regina figure out about Cady’s spying?

“Secret?” She decided that playing it cool was the better move. “What secret?”

“Gretchen told me that you like Y/n.” Cady relaxed at the fact that Regina had learned about her other secret, before freezing again. Right now, she wondered if it would be better if Regina knew about the spying. “I mean, I don’t care, do whatever you want.” Regina didn’t sound like she didn’t care, but Cady didn’t bring it up. “But let me just tell you something about Y/n: She’s, like, never gone on a date before. It’s not that she’s not pretty or anything, but no one’s ever really been good enough for her.”

“Oh?” What did this mean? Did Regina deem Cady good enough for Y/n after so many others tried and failed? Or was this a set-up?

Honestly, Cady was so happy for Regina’s blessing that she didn’t really care.

“I could talk to her for you, if you want.”

“Really? You would do that?”

“We’ve been friends since like, pretty much birth. I know exactly how to play it.” There was a moment of silence, and Cady could picture Regina picking at her nails. “But wait. Aren’t you mad at Gretchen for telling me? Because if you are, you can tell me. It was a really bitchy thing for her to do.”

“Yeah, it was pretty bitchy, but I’m not mad.” Cady was a little mad, but she didn’t feel like saying that. “I mean, it’s better she told you instead of Y/n. I dunno, I guess she just likes the attention.” Cady didn’t know why she said that last part, but it had just spilled out of her mouth.

“See, Gretch? I told you she’s not mad at you.” Cady was a bit confused, but then another voice spoke.

“I can’t believe you think I like attention!” There was a click, and Cady assumed the Gretchen had hung up. She had no idea she was even listening.

“Okay, love you. See you tomorrow!” Cady could hear Regina’s smile, and then there was another click followed by a dial tone, showing that Cady was now the only one on the line. She then hung up herself, processing the three-way call she had just survived.

And then after that, Cady realized that she had gotten Regina’s blessing to try to pursue Y/n.

***

“What day is it?” Y/n asked, looking down at her worksheet. She didn’t usually do homework at lunch, but lately, some of her classes had been kicking her ass. 

“It’s October third,” Cady answered almost immediately, catching the suspicious eyes of Regina and Gretchen.

“Thanks, Cady,” Y/n said, looking up at the girl and giving her a sweet smile before returning to her paper.

“I dunno why you don’t just ask one of the Mathlete dorks to do it for you,” Regina said, looking over Y/n’s shoulder. “They’d probably even do it for free.”

“We’ve talked about this, Regina. If my teacher didn’t catch on, it would still totally bite me in the ass when I’d have to do a test all by myself.”

“You need help with math?” Cady asked, subtly leaning closer to Y/n. The girl looked at Cady, now completely distracted from her work.

“Yeah! I used to get it, but trig is crazy hard.” Y/n sighed, delicately rubbing at her tired eyes so she didn’t mess up her makeup. “I feel like I’m never gonna get it.”

“I can help you!” Cady said, excited over this opportunity. She had always excelled in mathematics, and now Y/n needs help with that exact subject? It seemed like fate.

“Really?” Both Y/n and Cady missed the slight glare that Regina was giving them. 

“Oh right, Cady’s like, a total nerd.” They also chose to ignore Regina’s snide comment before sipping her Diet Coke.

“That would be amazing, Cady! Maybe I could come over after school today or something?”

Cady was about to say yes, a million times yes, but Regina butted in.

“Y/n, you’re coming over to my house today.” It didn’t really feel like Regina was reminding her of forgotten plans. Instead, it sounded like Regina was coming up with a reason for Y/n to be unavailable. Cady’s suspicions were confirmed by the confused look Y/n gave the blonde.

“I am?”

“Yeah.”

“Oh… Well, how about tomorrow?”

“Perfect!” Cady spoke quickly and enthusiastically before Regina could say another word.

***

Over the next month or so, Cady tutored Y/n a few days every week. It quickly became their favorite part of their days. After helping with a few problems Y/n was stuck on, the two girls would get distracted by conversations about whatever they wanted to talk about. Neither of them felt the need to filter themselves in fear of being made fun of by one of the other Plastics, mainly Regina. Topics ranged from the latest gossip to future plans to their favorite things in media. If Cady had never heard of something Y/n brought up, which was the case nine times out of ten, the tutoring session would turn into a movie night or music party.

“Oh my gosh, so…” Y/n and Cady were in the middle of watching a chick flick that Cady had never seen when Y/n suddenly spoke. “I’m having a Halloween party at my place. We usually do it at Regina’s, but for some reason, she didn’t feel like doing it this year. Are you gonna come?” 

“Yeah, sure.” Cady’s response made Y/n smile brightly, a sight that Cady could never get sick of.

“Awesome!” Y/n sat up from her slouched position, her excitement waking her up from her slightly tired state. “It’s a costume party, which’ll be a lot of fun. I can give you a flier with all the info tomorrow. Even though I know you’re invited, you need the flier to get in. It only admits one person, so don’t bring anyone else with you.”

“Grool.” Y/n blinked in slight confusion, and Cady realized what she had said. “I… I meant to say ‘cool,’ and then I started to say ‘great.’”

Y/n giggled, which made Cady’s cheeks heat up.

“Right. Well, grool.” The two laughed, and then Y/n looked down at her watch. “Oh my gosh, it’s so late. I should probably get going.” With the help of Cady, Y/n gathered her things. “See you tomorrow!” In a flash, Y/n kissed Cady’s cheek before walking out of the room and leaving Cady’s house. Cady’s cheeks felt like they were on fire, and she lightly touched the cheek Y/n had kissed.

***

One thing that no one told Cady was that on Halloween, many girls opted for very revealing costumes rather than actual costumes. So when she arrived at Y/n’s house, she stuck out like a sore thumb in her dead bride attire while her friends wore tight clothes and animal ears.

“Why are you so scary?” Gretchen asked with concern, looking at Cady’s appearance with wide eyes.

“It’s Halloween,” Cady said with a shrug, not knowing what the problem was.

Suddenly, a hand touched Cady’s arm, making her jump. But she quickly relaxed when she saw who was touching her.

“You came!” Y/n squealed, bringing Cady in for a hug. The redhead felt a bit flustered by the contact, plus seeing Y/n in her slightly revealing outfit. When they broke the embrace, Y/n held Cady by the shoulders, surveying her outfit. “And you’re a… zombie bride…?”

“An ‘ex-wife.’” Cady replied, using her fingers to air quote.

“Well, I love it.” Y/n finally let go of Cady, although she wouldn’t have been opposed if she kept holding onto her. “You want something to drink?”

“Sure.”

“I’ll be right back.” 

Y/n squeezed Cady’s arm for a quick moment before turning around. She weaved her way through the crowd to get to the kitchen, where a shit load of different drinks were scattered on the counters. She started mixing a drink for Cady when she felt a presence behind her.

“What the hell is Cady wearing?” Regina asked, squinting to see Cady from across the room.

“She’s a zombie bride!”

“She looks like a freak.”

“Regina!” Y/n set down the bottle she was pouring and looked at the blonde. “Be nice.”

“Whatever.” Regina rolled her eyes, pushing her hair off her shoulder before leaning on the kitchen counter. “You know, you should probably be careful around her. She has a giant crush on you.”

“What?” Y/n’s eyes snapped to Regina, immediately curious. “How do you know?”

“She told me. She tells everybody. It’s kinda cute, to be honest. She’s like a little girl.” Regina laughed, and Y/n tilted her head and raised her brows, silently asking for more details. “Like, she writes ‘Y/n plus Cady’ and stuff like that all over her notebook. And she made this shirt that says ‘I heart Y/n’ and she wears it under all of her clothes.

“Oh, come on.” Y/n sighed and rolled her eyes, figuring Regina had been joking. “That’s not funny, Regina.”

“I’m serious! She’s, like, obsessed with you. And who can blame her?” Regina’s hand reached out and brushed a stray lock of hair away from Y/n’s face. When Y/n looked at her friend, she was suddenly closer than before. “I mean, you’re gorgeous.”

“Regina.”

“If I’m being honest… I hate the way she looks at you.” Regina grabbed Y/n’s chin before she could look away, forcing them to maintain eye contact. “It makes me sick. She should know better than to think she has a chance with you.”

“What are you saying, Regina?” Y/n’s voice was barely a whisper, but the blonde heard her loud and clear despite being in a crowded room with blasting music and semi-drunk teenagers.

“I’m saying you’re mine, Y/n.” With every word, Regina inched closer and closer. “I don’t want you to be with Cady. Or with anyone else.” 

Regina closed the small gap between her and Y/n’s lips, wrapping her arms around Y/n’s body to keep her close. After the wave of shock washed over her, Y/n reciprocated the kiss. Neither of them cared about any of the people around them watching. Including Cady, who watched from across the room with watery eyes and a breaking heart. 

Cady had lost Y/n to a competition she didn’t even know she had. Y/n had finally gotten the girl she had been wanting for years after being kept at arm’s length away. And Regina had once again ruined someone else’s happiness for her own.

***

Regina George Taglist: @wedfan2 @pyro-les @natashamaximoff-69

[barblaz-arts]

I think people have been accustomed to couples being in that honeymoon phase when they’re shown onscreen together. We ALWAYS see that with newly-established couples in pretty much any type of media… But that’s not Chaggie.

Charlie and Vaggie have been together for years. Their honeymoon phase has long past. They’re not doing outlandish displays of affection. They’re just, comfortable. Doesn’t mean they love each other any less, just that those sappy moments aren’t as common anymore

Yes! also the way a lot of people are surprised that charlie and vaggie aren't only best friends is such a good example of the double standards wlw ships get. thinking they aren't dating is understandable. Overlooking that Vaggie and Charlie were meant to at least be shipped together is INSANE.

If i never knew they were dating already, i and so many other sapphic ship lovers would be eyeing tf out of Vaggie and Charlie's relationship. Lookit some of the things that happened/are established before the "she's my girlfriend" line in ep 5

- the newcaster lady made a homophobic comment towards Charlie, saying she "doesn't touch the gays" when Charlie tried to give her a handshake

- THIS

- just all the times Vaggie would soften up as soon as she sees Charlie smiling or being her dorky self despite being previously upset/angry

- Vaggie's whole friggin verse in Whatever It Takes is very obviously meant to be romantic

- Charlie being worried about Angel Dust while Vaggie gives her the most "i love you and im sad that you're upset but i love that you're upset over something like this because it shows how amazing of a person you are" look at Charlie as she tucks her hair behind her ear

- Angel: I think this belongs to you *hands Charlie over to Vaggie*

- just all the casual touches they do that would totally be read as shipping fuel AT LEAST if it happened between a male/female duo or two men

- the fact Vaggie woke up?? Looking beside her to find Charlie?? To show that they sleep in the same bed?????

- Vaggie offering her hand unprompted when Charlie was having a stressful phone call with her dad and Charlie readily accepting it

And I'm sure there are people who'd go "But it's always shown from Vaggie's end! It looks so one-sided!" So? Aren't there tons of ships out there that seem one-sided but yall are perfectly fine shipping? And it's harder to see Charlie's love for Vaggie because Charlie at her core is a very loving and affectionate person. Of course it's gonna be more obvious for Vaggie since she's so prickly towards anyone else.

If all these things still happened without any of us knowing that they were actually girlfriends, we'd have a certain section of the fandom shipping it hoping they DO become canon while others would be claiming we'd be ruining a perfectly good platonic friendship by making it gay. They'd say we're reading too much into things.

But they ARE a couple. we aren't reading too much into things because it was meant to be read as romantic. And yet we're still the delusional ones for thinking an already established sapphic couple is "cute and interesting" because now they're claiming they simply dont have chemistry. It's frustrating.

Of course I have my criticisms too. The show could portray more of how Vaggie is more special to Charlie than anyone else, have them flirting more overtly or something. But any argument that they're "so boring i thought it was het" is invalid to me because i damn well know if at least one them was a dude a lot of them would be saying otherwise.

[qcomicsy]

Convos between civilians and vigilantes that I bet that happened Part ll

Gothamite: Honey why don't you come here so I can blow your mind?

Nightwing: You're very kind lady but I have to decline, I mean you're really pretty and nothing against your job but I don't usually pay for these stuff

Gothamite: For you baby I do it for free~

Nightwing:

Batman: Nightwing.

Nightwing: Alright, alright jesus.

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Gothamite, squinting: Wasn't you who broke that tug arm that one time?

Robin (Tim), enjoying Damian is out town: It was my evil twin (lying)

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Gothamite, who's also a stripper: You look like a guy who used to work here

Nightwing:

Red Hood (looking at him):

Red Hood: Nightwing–

Nightwing: So about the bodies found on Upper West Side–

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Henchmen: Yo Bruce–

Henchmen: Bruce Wayne?

Henchmen: Man– he's hot!

Henchmen: Naah

Henchmen: C'mon you telling me you would't ride him until–

Henchmen: Naaaaah

Henchmen: It becomes a core memory.

Red Robin (on the top of the warehouse): I wonder if this fall will kill me.

Spoiler: I'll be right after you.

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Robin (Damian): Don't be stupid that route will take forever

Red Robin: Not if we go around Fashion District.

Robin: Yeah, dumbass and it's a turn. We should go through Fashion District.

Red Robin: I'm sorry do you really want to throw Penguin's territory Right Now?

Robin: I always knew you were a fucking coward– Yes, obviously.

Gothamite: Not to interrupt or anything, but I'm still pretty much tied up right now.

Robin and Red Robin at the same time: Shut up

Gothamite: Okay–

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Batman: Robin call the ambulance.

Gothamite: Please no I really don't have any money.

Batman:

Gothamite bleeding out on the Batmobile in his way to the Wayne Clinic: What does this button do.

Batman: You touch, you go walking.

Gothamite: Alright.

---

Gothamite: Ask the gay one–

Red Robin: The fuck you just said to me?

Gothamite:

Gothamite: I was talking about Nightwing

Red Robin:

Nightwing:

Nightwing really trying not to laugh: I don't even have the words for this one hold on.

The other gothamite immediately turning to Red Robin: You're GAY???

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Nightwing doing his acrobatics on stores rooftop's:

Drag Queens from Bludhaven: Heeeeere he comes, *starts snapping their fingers in rhythm* work, work, work

Nightwing *goes along with it*:

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The same Drag Queen later: Ever tried to add vogue to your crime fighting?

Dick, seriously considering:

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Dick after implementing vogue in his crime fighting having the time of his life:

Red Robin: This is getting ridiculous I will have to kill you

Gothamite: Oh my god he's homophobic-

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Gothamite: Do you think that Wayne kid is on Grindr?

Gothamite: Doesn't he have like a boyfriend?

Gothamite: Like that ever stopped you–

Gothamite: Stoooop~~

Red Robin unfortunately in a stake out:

Spoiler: Well are you?

Red Robin: Shut up

Spoiler: I mean it wouldn't be the first time you–

[gatorbites-imagines]

Can you write jason todd with ftm reader where he defends him from transphobia in public? I need my big beefy boyfriend to beat up transphobes for me pls. Thanks and happy pride ❤️🧡💛💚💙💜

Jason Todd x FTM reader

Headcanons

idc what anyone says, gotham knights Jason is beautiful to me

Hallo zusammen. Happy pride. My teacher decided last second to change everything about my next exam, so ive been stressing. So to make myself feel better, here’s some Jason going to pride with his BF.

As much as Gotham is a shithole filled to the gills with crime, its got a large demographic of LGBT. Even the heroes and villains are somewhere on that spectrum, which also means none of them target the local pride parades.

But like any pride parade, there are bigots at the sidelines. Now, Gothamites don’t do stupid well, so most are sent packing before they can even start up with their usual theatrics. Are you gonna yell homophobic slurs at poison ivy? Or when Killer Croc is walking by wearing rainbow streamers?

That doesn’t mean there aren’t stupid that sticks around. They are rarely locals, since even the most hateful locals know not to be dumb enough to cause a ruckus the one place the villains and vigilantes get along and have the same goal.

Not every hero was suited up though, seeing as you and Jason were walking side by side along with everyone else. Jason was wearing a less flashy outfit, mainly because he doesn’t do bright colors too much, but your sexuality and gender were more out in the open.

At least obvious enough for some hateful person to spot that you’re trans. And since you look like an easy target, amongst Gothamites at least, they decide to focus on you with their hateful rhetoric.

Insults weren’t anything new slung around Gotham, a city where you would get called a bad nickname more than your actual name. but it was never focused on something like your gender, your sexuality, or your race. It would be something like the fact that you wore ugly shoes, or that you ate weird.

which was why it catching the attention of more than just your boyfriend when the transphobic slurs get thrown at you. Apparently, you freezing up at the slurs seem like a win to these people, as they start yelling and jeering at you even more.

 Surprisingly it isn’t Jason that throws the first punch. Its some random chick wearing a lesbian flag over her shoulders and purple ladder laced boots. Her punch seems to unleash what everyone had been holding in, not wanting to give these bigots any attention.

Jason gets his own punches in of course, specifically targeting the people that had been yelling slurs at you. And as much as you hate this city sometimes, seeing people from all across the board come together to beat up bigots seems like its as unified as Gotham is ever gonna get.

Some other people wearing pride flags or colors come to check up on you, but you are honestly too busy watching Jason throw a guy with an offensive sign across the pavement.

The other people nod approvingly at your boyfriend. Fun to think Jason, the most Gotham guy you know, gets the approval from the Gotham gays.

When Jason comes back, he’s still jittery, his blood clearly rushing from the confrontation, but a couple of kisses and thank you gets him to settle down for the most part. He ends up more colorful than he would like, being given flower crowns and different lanyards and sashes. But hearing you laugh is enough to make him put up with it.

And if you’re wondering where the heroes were? Well, they just happen to have been busy with something else, even if Red Robin had been sitting on the ledge of a building, wearing his own pride flag the entire time.

You and Jason can both tell he won’t hear the end of this when you guys get home later. At the end of the day, the hateful speech doesn’t weigh too much on you, knowing that not just Jason, but Gotham as a whole, would chew up and spit anyone out who tried it.

[hp-hcs]

on a slytherin high rn so I'd be interested to see your take on yandere enzo berkshire? (on his own or poly with mattheo or theodore because there's no such thing as too much of the theo's) or just any sort of enzo x male reader.

~yanxidarlings; why you should make your writing blog a primary blog (case study)

poly bc i love my theo boyos ☺️

i tried real hard on this one i swear, just none of my words are wording right 😭

really? nobody has a single request? 🤨🤲

detention — yandere! poly! lorenzo berkshire & yandere! poly! mattheo riddle & yandere! poly! theodore nott x male! hufflepuff! reader

TWs: possessive/obsessive/toxic behavior, referenced homophobia, implied past repeated homophobia, homophobic slur, implied past bullying, references to past violence, graphic threats of violence, sexual innuendos, implied sexual activities

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“…really, I don’t know what you were thinking. Here, this is the detenti- Mr. Riddle! Mr. Nott! Get off of those desks!” McGonagall scolded, snapping her fingers and casting a wandless spell that made them both fall off of their desks and safely into their chairs.

You hover awkwardly at the doorway of the classroom-turned-detention-room, feeling the sudden piercing eyes of three Slytherins on you.

McGonagall huffs in disappointment, pats your shoulder, and leaves without a word. The boys all share a look you can’t quite decipher.

“Well, well, well. What’ve we got here?” One of them drawls, putting his feet up on his desk and crossing them at the ankle. “A pretty-boy Hufflepuff got in trouble?”

You rock back and forth on your feet, biting your lip nervously.

“Aww, he’s nervous,” another Slytherin cooed patronizingly. “What’s wrong, little badger? Afraid of a few snakes?”

The first boy stands up, sauntering over to you with an obnoxious smirk. He holds his hand out for you to shake.

“Mattheo Riddle, darling.”

You slowly take his hand and shake it, your grip loose.

“Nice to meet you,” you say softly. “I’m Y/N.”

“Y/N,” the second boy purrs, joining the first, Mattheo. “Lovely name for a lovely boy. I’m Theodore, sweetheart.”

You swallow thickly, the two taller boys standing over you.

“Leave ‘im alone, guys,” the last boy speaks up. “I’m calling dibs.”

“W-what?” You squeak, your eyes darting between the three as they all share another wordless look.

“Come along, little badger,” Theodore grins widely, predatorily, slinging an arm over your shoulders. “We don’t bite.”

“Unless you ask us to,” Mattheo adds on, joining your other side and wrapping an arm around your waist.

Your cheeks burn with the innuendo and all of the attention. “Er…no, I’m alright. Thank you.”

“If you ever change your mind…” Mattheo shrugs, leaving the offer unspoken.

The third boy finally stands up, swatting away Mattheo and Theodore. They both, surprisingly, acknowledge him and step away from you.

“Ignore these idiots,” he says fondly. “They think only with their dicks and never their brains.”

The Theos™ immediately break out into loud protests at the accusation. The third Slytherin rolls his eyes.

“I’m Lorenzo, but most people call me Enzo.”

“What do you call yourself?” You ask, voice still soft and almost getting lost in the clamor of the two other boys.

“What?”

“You told me what people call you…but what do you call yourself?”

He blinks.

“Uh, Lorenzo, I guess.”

You nod. “Lovely to meet you, Lorenzo.”

“I have a feeling that it’s lovelier meeting you, Y/N.”

~~~ “So why did you get detention?” Theodore asks, looking up at you from where he lays on the floor of the library, the spot you four had chosen to further converse at after your sentence was served. “You don’t seem like the type to really do…anything wrong.”

You wince, closing your book and relaxing further into the comfortable couch. “I uh, tried to ask this guy to Hogsmeade this weekend-” The boys all sit up at this, a dark look passing over each of their faces. “-but he uh…did not reciprocate,” you laugh humorlessly, running your fingers along your orbital bone.

They can barely see it—it’s still too early—but a definite bruise is starting to form. It’s going to turn into a hell of a black eye by tomorrow.

“He hit you?” Theodore asks, his voice low.

You shrug. “Comes with the territory of being the uh, ‘Puff Poof’, as they call me.”

“Creative. Put a lot of work into that one.”

“Tell me about it,” you grumble.

“Wait, how did you get in trouble then? If you were the one who got beat up in the first place?” Mattheo asks, his face scrunched up in confusion.

“Oh, I called Dumbledore a uh…‘batshit crazy abuser with a sanctimonious attitude and a god complex’. As it turns out, he did not like that.”

They all stare at you for a moment before bursting into laughter.

“Holy shit.”

“Talk about misjudging someone, damn.”

Your laughter eventually dies off and the conversation comes back around.

“So, Y/N, uh, what was this guy’s name?” Lorenzo asks sweetly, innocently. “Just..curious, is all.”

You huff, rolling your eyes. “Cormac McLaggen.”

They all collectively grimace.

“I know, okay? No need to rub it in.”

“You have terrible taste,” Mattheo scowls. “Asking out fucking McLaggen when we’re right here.”

“Yeah, don’t need to worry about him anymore, sweetheart,” Theodore says, sitting up from his spot on the floor and moving over to settle between your thighs and rest his chin on your knee. “We’re enough, aren’t we?”

Your cheeks burn at their words.

~~~ “What’re you all doing, bringing a Puff in here?” A fourth year jeers as the boys lead you through the Slytherin common room to the dorm they all share.

Theodore stares at the kid with his dead eyes; unnerving to everyone in the common room.

“If you even so much as look at him again, I’ll carve your eyes out in your sleep.”

The threat comes not from Theodore, but Lorenzo.

You gape, bewildered, as Lorenzo leads you down the hall, humming to himself like nothing happened.

“Same goes for you, you know,” Mattheo leans down to murmur in your ear. “Don’t even think about looking at another boy, got that, lovely?”

You reach their dorm and are roughly pulled inside, the door being slammed shut behind you all. Theodore pushes you up against the wall, pinning you in place.

“Ours, understand?”

[angelsberrymilk]

Give Me Back What's Mine (pt. 3)

check pinned for previous parts | ao3 link

samboy - Soldier Boy x Sam Winchester

3k words

summary: PSYCHOLOGICAL DAMAGE AND TORTURE RRAAAAHHHHH teehee im just kidding. dean suffers a little, he bullies castiel, sam gets a couple hours of peace, soldier boy is a little tame, not too much tho, and indulges them a little bit cuz he thinks they're stupid and dean fumbles the bag (his brother).

tw: dean bullying cas, suicidal!dean, homophobic language, (pls check out the ao3 link for ALL tags/tw)

a/n: you prob can tell i had loads of fun writing this haha. and i really hope you enjoy reading it too <3 a reblog would be nice, a comment too or some nice tags would make my day <3 much love to everyone reading and enjoying samboy w me !!!

Dean's hand suddenly feels cool under Castiel's own - or maybe it was warm but Dean couldn't feel it because his hand was just that hot - his flesh glowing yellow. Dean feels the angel's grace seep into his flesh, mending his broken hand in no time. When the angel is done, he pulls his hand back and clenches his hand in a fist, turning it over and dropping it by his side, looking at Sam sleeping on his bed.

What Sam was doing could not be described as sleep, he technically was, but Dean saw how as soon as Sam managed to climb on the bed, he all but passed out, body shutting down immediately. He couldn't even take his shoes off or get under the covers before his body gave out.

Dean, with the help of Castiel, tucked Sam in, making sure he was comfortable and had his hair away from his tired face. It's been about ten minute since Sam completely passed out and the angel fixed his hand and now Dean was sitting on the chair by Sam's desk, dread eating at him like never before.

Castiel stared at the man with pity in his eyes, sitting on the floor, his back to Sam's bed, "What now?"

As soon as he spoke, Dean's expression changed in the blink of an eye, "Why didn't you smite him?"

Dean looked furious then, glaring at Castiel with so much poison that it took the angel by surprise. Castiel clenched his hands then, expecting Dean to jump and try to kill him by Sam's bed. "To smite someone, I have to touch them," Castiel still answered, being careful not to take his eyes off Dean for even half a second, in case he tries to slash his throat open with a pencil in a fit of rage.

Castiel watched the man's shoulders rise and fall, his left eye twitching a little and he finally looked away, gathering his head in his hands, "Did you see that? He didn't have a single scratch on him. He didn't even feel anything,"Dean sounded defeated and frustrated, "What the fuck is he?"

"I don't know," Castiel answered when he didn't need to, it was mostly a rhetorical question, and it seemed to piss Dean even more, "You don't? How old are you, buddy? 10,000 years old? And you don't know?" Dean's voice got louder the more he spoke and Castiel winced, "You'll wake Sam up,"

Dean hissed, "Oh, shut up,"

But he did whisper those last words, taking into consideration his baby brother sleeping in the room.

Dean hated himself then, hated that he was practically hiding in Sam's room with Castiel from the monster outside, Soldier Boy. He felt like he was a coward, like everything his daddy taught him not to be. But then, John probably never imagined there ever could be someone else from another universe with his son's face. Dean wondered then, if he existed somewhere else under a different name, does Sam? Their mum? Their dad? Are they alive and well, all together as a proper family, apple pie life and all?

Who knows. All Dean really cares about at this moment is finding a way to figure out what Soldier Boy is, and how to kill him, or at least get rid of him, because Dean does not want to share Sam, under any circumstances.

Dean looked at his brother, sleeping on the bed, in the same position Dean left him. A little shiver of panic suddenly washed over Dean, he got up from his seat, ignoring Castiel on the floor and leaned down over Sam's sleeping figure, he took two of his fingers and held them under Sam's nose, when he felt a little wind he sighed in relief, patting Sammy's hair down and straightening back up.

"Get out of the room, Sam needs to rest," Dean said without looking at the angel and opened the door, stepping out. Castiel following after him. Dean switched the lights off and slowly closed the door.

Castiel didn't move then, standing there, looking at Dean expectantly. Dean finally looked at him, "Go and look for some explanations about this guy, if anyone knows where he's from and what he is,"

"You're going to talk to him? Alone?" Castiel frowned in concern.

"I know what I'm doing, just go," Dean waved his hand dismissively and turned around, making his way back to the room where they left Soldier Boy.

Castiel didn't say anything and left with a flap of his wings, disappearing in the blink of an eye.

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.

.

Dean doesn't know what he's doing.

If anything, he only knows how to be persistent and hard headed, and unfortunately for him, it proved to be extremely amusing to Soldier Boy, who was sitting on a chair, by their big table in the common room.

Dean was glaring daggers at the man, hasn't said a word since he caught him having another beer in the common room. The man had seven of them, empty, on the table, and a half eaten bag of peanuts. Dean simply took a seat on the far corner of the table, his gun digging at his hip, tucked in his waistband.

The hunter really thought he'd have some questions lined up by the time he found this fucking guy. But right as he saw his face, he couldn't say anything. He didn't know what to ask. There was so many things that Dean wanted to know, and he didn't know where to start.

Luckily, or unluckily for him, Soldier Boy broke the silence, "What?"

"What?" Dean repeated, glare stuck to his face.

"What do you wanna know?" Soldier Boy smirked, staring down at his fingernails.

"I don't want to know anything," Dean quickly said, and he immediately regretted it because why did he even say that? He wants to know so much! But his mouth spoke before his brain registered it. He felt like he should be defiant, like he should fight this guy.

"Oh, sure you do, look at you, you're dying for it," Soldier Boy chuckled, mean and nasty.

Dean inhaled sharply, his fingers tingling for the metal of his gun, even though he knows it won't do shit to this man, "What are you?"

"I'm America's Golden Boy & Saving Grace; Soldier Boy," Ben said, chest puffed out and everything.

"Yeah, right, why are you not dead?" Dean tried again.

"Cuz I can't, I'm invincible," Ben lied, knowing full well that his previous team of Supes managed to trap him because apparently he was bringing (more like terrorising) them down or whatever the fuck. Soldier Boy was betrayed, but Dean doesn't need to know that.

"So you're what? Superman?" Dean said.

"Who the fuck's that?" Soldier Boy frowned, disgusted to be compared to anyone.

"A comic book super-hero,"

"So he's not real?"

"No,"

"Huh, I guess I'm the only one in your world now,"

"Not for long,"

Soldier Boy stared at Dean for a minute and snorted, "Why do you hate me? I saved your brother's ass,"

"Because you made him do things he doesn't want," Dean hissed and Ben looked around, as if this was some sort of joke and burst out laughing when he realised Dean was very serious, "You think—?" Soldier Boy laughed, slapping the table and Dean bristled at the sound, the memory of Sammy kissing Soldier Boy making him want to shoot himself.

"Everything that Sammy ever did was out of his own will, I mean, I admit sometimes he needed a bit of encouragement but he got there, eventually," Soldier Boy hummed, Dean's expression getting more disturbed as he went on.

"What do you mean everything?" Dean's mouth went dry.

Soldier Boy licked his lower lip, "Did you know your brother was a fag, Dean? The things these little boys do for cock, lucky for him, I was there, to keep him safe of course,"

Dean's head was getting dizzy, what in the fuck is this guy even on about?

Worst of all, Dean couldn't tell if he was lying to fuck with him or not, it was awful, especially since he wore his fucking face and had his voice. Even Dean was a good liar, he has to, to be a good hunter, and it was difficult for him to attempt to read this guy's words.

"You should thank me, Dean. For keeping our princess safe," Soldier Boy smirked.

"Don't call him that," Dean gritted through his teeth.

Soldier Boy laughed again and got up, Dean tensed his body so he wouldn't flinch and watched the man make his way towards one of the doors, adjusting the tent in his jeans.

"Where are you going?" Dean quickly got up.

"To take a piss," Soldier Boy grunted.

Dean contemplated letting this guy look aimlessly for the toilet in the maze that was their bunker, but then the mental image of Soldier Boy just taking a piss on a random wall in the hallway flashed in his head. Dean clenched his jaw and caught up with the man, "We don't have toilets here, you'll have to go outside,"

Soldier Boy raised his brow, "You're a shit liar, you know that?"

Dean's eyes widened a little and Soldier Boy walked past him, their shoulders bumping as he made his way down the hallway.

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Sam wakes up the next day. He's groggy and his memory takes a while to catch up with him so he doesn't realise when he turns to look at his side for Ben, until he's met with nothing but his desk in his own room.

Sam jumps out of bed, heart hammering in his chest and rushes to the sink on the wall, splashing water on his face, staring at his messy hair and pulling the collar of his shirt down, expecting bruises to be there, like teeth marks and hickies, but he doesn't see anything.

He also realises he can feel the cold of the ground, he looks down and sees his socked feet. He remembers feeling off at the motel room with Soldier Boy, and then he remembers bright lights and— Oh.

He's home.

Sam finds his slippers under the bed and slips them on, leaving his room to find Dean or Castiel.

What he doesn't expect to find is Castiel in the common room sitting 3 chairs away from Soldier Boy, who was drinking beer and flipping through a pile of dusty skin mags. He looked half focused on the pages, flipping them this and that way, snorting and flipping on to the next one.

"Cas, what's going on?"

Castiel and Soldier Boy look up at him at the same time, Castiel looks relieved while Soldier Boy looks happy? Sam really can't tell with this man, if he's truly happy to see him, or just happy that he gets to terrorise Sammy again, and worst of all, Sam isn't sure if he really minds it or not.

"Morning, princess," Soldier Boy leers at him and Sam crosses his arms over his chest, uncomfortable. He looks at Castiel, who glares at Soldier Boy for him and gets up, standing by Sam's side, "How are you feeling?"

Sam smiles a little, "Much better, thanks Cas,"

Castiel smiles at him, reaching over to gently squeeze one of his shoulders.

"Where's Dean?" Sam looks around for his brother, and he's nowhere to be seen.

"He's getting things ready so we can test—" Castiel waves at Soldier Boy.

"Soldier Boy," The man says over his shoulder, feet on the table and when he's done flipping through a magazine he chucks it on the floor, by the feet of the chair.

"His name is Ben," Sam pinches the bridge of his nose and Castiel nods once.

"We're doing some tests to figure out what he is, he may be a 'superhero' where he comes from but maybe we have another name for it in our world," Castiel explains and Sam nods.

"What happened when I was out?" Sam asks.

"I went and asked around if anyone knows about this," Castiel starts, Soldier Boy lowering his magazine to pay attention. "He has to be from another world, but nobody really knows how he ended up here, or how you even ended up in his world,"

"Okay, thanks, Cas," Sam smiles and that's when Dean comes back in the room, "Everything's ready,"

"Finally," Soldier Boy rolls his eyes and slams the magazine on the table, downing the rest of his beer and leaving the bottle on the table, he rolls his shoulders and looks at Sam, "Come on, Sammy,"

Sam looks at his brother, and he can see in his eyes that he's still worried about him, Dean takes a long look at him and Sam knows he wants to ask if he's okay, so Sam smiles a little and nods once, Dean nodding and turning around, leading Soldier Boy and Castiel to the dungeon.

Sam goes to the kitchen and gets a small water bottle out from the fridge and follows them, drinking half of it in the way.

There was a chair in the middle of a devil's trap, both on the floor and on the ceiling, with a table right next to it with some equipment. Soldier Boy sits on the chair without being told and looks around the dusty room. Dean approaches the man with a pair of handcuffs with little devil traps etched onto them. Soldier Boy looks at him and the handcuffs, then makes no move at raising his hands. Dean's shoulders tense and he looks like he's about to deck him in the mouth when Sam grabs his brother by the shoulder and moves him to the side. He takes the handcuffs and holds them in front of Soldier Boy.

"What's that on it?" Soldier Boy asks.

"Devil traps," Sam answers, dry.

"You really believe in this shit, don't you?" Ben smirks and sticks his hands out, the handcuffs clicking shut. He pulls at them, the metal easily bending and as soon as Sam sees it, he puts his hand on Soldier Boy's wrist, "Don't,"

Ben doesn't say anything and Sam turns around, walking out of the circle and looking at Dean.

"Alright, first I'll read a prayer and you tell me if you feel anything,"

"Like what? Burning?" Soldier Boy scoffs and Dean starts reciting the prayer by heart, Latin filling the room as Soldier Boy watches him like he's lost his damn mind. When Dean's done, nothing happens, so he goes ahead and grabs a silver bullet, "Hold this,"

Soldier Boy does as he's asked without a fuss, which is a miracle in of itself.

When nothing happens and Soldier Boy just thumbs at the thing, Dean sighs and snatches it from his hand, then he grabs an angel blade and Soldier Boy raises a brow.

"Maybe I should do it?" Sam quickly suggests but Dean ignores him, pushing Ben's sleeve up and digging the tip of his blade in his skin, pushing, trying to pierce it, and when he fails, Dean huffs in frustration, "Cas,"

Castiel moves, taking the blade off the man and trying himself, he grips Ben's arm in one hand and the blade in another, focusing his strength on trying to pierce it. This time Soldier Boy's lip twitches, he looks down at his arm then back up at the angel. The angel blade doesn't even put a dent in his arm, so Castiel tries harder, his eyes glowing blue and Soldier Boy clenches his hand.

"Am I hurting you?" Castiel asks.

"Okay, get the fuck off me, you're wasting my fucking time," Soldier Boy pushes the angel off and snaps the handcuffs off like they're made out of paper.

"We're not done," Dean stands in front of the entrance, as if that'll do anything.

Soldier Boy snarls, "We're done when I say we're done, boy, move,"

"Ben, listen, we only have one more test left, it's just holy water," Sam quickly says, pointing at the flipping bucket that Dean has prepared. Sam cups his hand and dips it in, taking a sip, "See?"

Soldier Boy looks at him then rolls his eyes, approaching the table and looking down at the bucket, "What now?"

"Put your hand in it," Castiel tells him and Sam grabs his brother by the arm and drags him away from the other two.

"Why did you bring a whole bucket of holy water and a towel?" Sam hisses under his breath.

"What? It's the fucking test! He's unusually strong so he needs a higher dose!" Dean throws his hands in the air.

"Right, you wanted to waterboard him with Holy Water!"

"No, I wasn't,"

"Don't lie to me, Dean. I know you,"

"Well fuck me for trying to find a way to get answers out of him while your ass was sleeping,"

Sam's hands were clenched into fists, he clenched his jaw and his eyes stung, how dare Dean claim he was somehow tapped out of whatever this is, when Sam was the one trapped with Soldier Boy for weeks. For God sake he was just back a couple of hours ago!

"Fine," Sam hissed, he turned around, his hair almost hitting Dean in the face and marching over to grab Ben by the wrist, "We're leaving,"

"Leaving?!" Dean almost shrieked.

Soldier Boy smirked and let himself be dragged out of the room by Sam.

"Leaving where? You just got back," Castiel says, a little dissapointed that he doesn't get to hang out with the hunter.

"Well clearly you're happy to see me," Sam spits and Dean looks shocked, absolutely baffled at Sam's audacity.

"Castiel do something!" He turns to the angel, who only shrugs. He would do something if Soldier Boy was the one dragging Sammy away, but he wasn't. Sam was upset with his brother and Castiel really doesn't see it as a reason to get involved, especially since Castiel's unsure if Soldier Boy had the capacity to kill him or not.

Sam and Soldier Boy leave the room, followed by Dean, who's trying to apologise, to convince Sam to stay but Sam doesn't want to hear any of it.

Eventually Castiel hears the sound of the bunker's door slam shut and a crashing sound, probably chairs hitting some shelves, and a very angry, "SON OF A BITCH!"

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[mourntheantagonist]

This Can’t Be Fucking Happening

Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 | Chapter 4

warnings: graphic depictions of violence (gun violence), homophobic language, child abuse

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Steve watched with clenched teeth as they secured the handcuffs around Neil’s wrists. Tighter. He found himself thinking. Don’t be so fucking gentle.

Neil was wheezing just slightly, his color was slowly coming back to him, but the effects still lingered. Steve found some sick satisfaction in it. 

He was being pulled in opposite directions. Powell had him held back, arm wrapped securely around his torso. Then there was a magnetic pull driving him towards Neil. His hand was preparing itself already, forming itself into the perfect crescent shape he could use to wrap right around his throat.

“Arrest that faggot! He nearly fucking killed me!” Neil spat. 

He wished he’d had Eleven’s powers. He knew exactly what he’d do with them right about now. He’d snap his fucking neck.

Steve was still in the process of cooling off, which was not helped by the sight in front of him. Neil Hargrove, still alive and breathing, still talking.

“How about you stay quiet,” Callahan said, tugging the chain on his cuffs, earning him a solid wince, “let’s not dig the hole any deeper than you already have.” Or in other words. Shut the fuck up.

Thank you.

Callahan guided Neil out of the room, finally out of sight, finally out of Steve’s face. He knew they were obligated to give him medical attention, at least he could find some solace with the fact that he’d be cuffed to the bed. Might even teach him a lesson, like the one he tried to teach Billy by putting that lock on the outside of his door. 

He watched as they left the room, through his bedroom door. Steve noted the way the wood trim had splintered, almost completely detached from the wall on some parts. He could hear the sounds, they replayed on a loop like a locked groove. 

He stared at the door. Unable to think about anything else. Just the sounds. The kicking. The banging. The impending doom of it all.

Then a figure emerged in the opening. Not Neil. Not Callahan.

Hopper.

He waved his hand in a certain way that had Powell following orders before Hope even finished his sentence. “Let the kid go, he’s alright.” He said, although, Steve wasn’t too sure.

Hopper came closer, leaning over, getting his face up close and personal to his. “Let’s take a look at you kid,” he said, “you took quite a beating there.”

However, Steve wasn’t looking back at him. He wasn’t listening. Now that the source of his rage was out of the room, Steve was left with only one thing to focus on.

He stared at it blankly.

The still closed door.

Nothing emerging from the other side.

…

“Fucking faggot!”

His cheek felt like it was on fire, which was ironic, because his dad hadn’t hit him there. But that was the sensation at the forefront of his mind for some reason—the feeling of the skin on his face rubbing against the carpet.

Neil was on top of him, his knee firmly pressed into the center of his back, a hand wrapped around the back of his neck, pinning him there to the floor of the living room. 

It was his own fault. He was the idiot for trying to get away. 

All he could see from his place on the floor was the underside of the couch, and he couldn’t help but focus on how filthy it was under there. He had hoped it would serve as some kind of distraction, maybe make the time move just a little faster.

But, nothing could lessen the blow of each and every word as it passed through his father’s lips. Every sentence was absorbed directly into Billy’s being.

“Next time, I’ll kill you,” he said, directly into his ear. He could feel the hot mist as he spat. “I mean it.”

…

Billy’s fist collided with the door, the sound was loud and hollow. 

“Steve! Please! You have to let me go! You have to let me go! You have to—” a sob tore through his words, cutting him off.

He was hyperventilating, his chest rising and falling in frantic, shallow bursts. Every scenario slammed into him at once, running through his mind at warp speed. He saw it—again and again—Neil storming in, face twisted with rage, the glint of the gun as he raised it. Aimed it. Directly at Steve…

No.

No.

He couldn’t let that happen. He couldn’t let Steve get hurt because of him. 

He just had to get past the fucking door.

Tears streamed down his face—unrelenting, flowing freely like a dam had burst behind his eyes. He kicked the door. Again. And again. Harder. Stronger. And it wouldn’t fucking budge. 

“Steve! Please don’t do this! Please!” he was begging—pleading. Please. Don’t do this. You don’t have to do this. Let me take care of it.

Nothing he said was met with a response. His words fell into the void, unanswered. On the other side of the door, he could hear Steve, his voice rising in a frantic murmur, though it was unclear who he was speaking to. Billy couldn't stop pounding on the door long enough to decipher the words. The sound of his fists hammering against wood drowned out everything else, leaving only a dull thud of frustration.

He could hear his father, too, a floor below. The sound of his voice was muffled but distinct, a reminder of the way things always were. Like father, like son. Both of them, lost in the same reckless drive, trying to break down a damn door. Billy couldn’t let his dad be the first to break it down. 

He kicked again. His bare foot connected with the door’s solid surface—centered, hard, with everything he had, sending a surge of pain up the entirety of his leg. For a brief, exhilarating moment, he thought he felt a shift, a crack, a splinter of movement in the wood. It was a sign. Just a few more hits. Get the door open. Get out there. Then—

Then…

Fuck.

Surrender. The word slipped into his mind, unbidden. It tasted foreign, but somehow, it felt more honest than anything else. He imagined it like a white flag, waving above his head—a surrender not for himself, but for whatever this was. The fight. The hopelessness. The rage. It was easier to accept the idea of surrender than to face the consequences of doing nothing.

But it wasn’t the word Steve would use. 

Stupid. Idiotic. A death wish.

And maybe Steve was right. Maybe that was a more honest portrait. 

Still.

Billy winds up dead in either scenario. So he chose the one where Steve survives.

He kicked it again. Tears sliding down his cheeks. 

And again. Desperate.

Again.

With the third kick, the door shuddered beneath him—but it was the distant sound that froze him. Glass shattered below, its jagged fragments breaking apart with a horrifying clarity. The sound lingered, stretched out in slow motion. Everything else went silent. Billy’s breath caught in his throat. Steve stopped pacing the room outside. The world around him held its breath.

The only sound that remained was the soft, steady rhythm of footsteps drawing nearer from downstairs. Slow. Relentless.

And all that talk—the pounding, the urgency, the desperate need to break through this door, to shield Steve from his father, to put himself in the line of fire, to face whatever came next—suddenly felt irrelevant. It faded, slipping away like a half-remembered dream, its weight diminishing with every step closer to the inevitable.

Billy’s body collapsed, almost involuntarily, as his instincts took over. His sobs came, but they were muted, swallowed by his own chest. He crawled, weak and trembling, to the farthest corner of the bathroom, his limbs heavy and uncooperative. With trembling hands, he pulled his knees to his chest, folding in on himself like a child. His head bowed, the tears falling silently, rocking back and forth, a fragile attempt to find some kind of solace, some kind of control in a situation that had long since spiraled out of his hands. 

Every drop of strength he had was drained from him, leaving him trapped under the suffocating weight of helplessness.

Steve was going to die.

He was going to die.

They both were.

It was how the story always ended in his head, but for some reason, sitting on the floor of that bathroom, he could believe it was actually coming to fruition. So quick. Barely any warning. Only enough warning to suffer the remainder of his life in this agonizing, debilitating fear.

That was always his dad’s favorite part. He thrived on it. Scaring him into submission.

And there Billy was, giving the man exactly what he wanted, and he couldn’t do shit about it.

His hearing vanished, plunging him into debilitating silence. The world around him fell away, reduced to nothing but the loud pounding of blood in his ears. He couldn’t hear Steve. Couldn't even tell if he was still there, still alive. Was he out there? Had he left him, abandoned and trapped, to die alone?

Steve wouldn’t do that. He knew that much. But then again, there were a lot of things he thought he knew. Things that had crumbled to dust. Like the belief that he’d always protect Steve from Neil. That he'd never let Neil hurt anyone else. He'd do anything to keep that promise. 

And yet here he was, curled in a broken ball on the cold bathroom floor—sobbing, gasping for air, stuck under the weight of something so heavy it threatened to crush him into nothing. He felt small. Weak. 

Like a fucking coward.

His heart rate picked up. His chest tightened. He didn’t know why. He couldn’t hear anything. Couldn’t see anything. Maybe it was subconscious. Like whatever sounds happening outside that door were so horrible that his mind wouldn’t let him pay witness, leaving his body to simply react on its own.

The blood drained from his face so fast it left him dizzy. If he were to stand up and look at himself in the mirror, he was sure he’d find something stark white staring back at him. His limbs felt detached, weightless, like he was floating just outside himself. The air was thick and unbreathable. His vision wavered, darkening at the edges, dipping in and out of focus like a light bulb, flickering, about to die out.  

He still couldn’t hear anything. Just the pounding of his heart, speed ever progressing, like a train building momentum. The hair on his arms bristled, every nerve in his body going rigid in warning. Not good. His heartbeat climbed, speeding up, ticking away like a clock running out of time. The space between seconds becoming shorter and shorter. The world was spinning too fast.  

The room lurched around him.  

Then—something loud. A sharp, earsplitting noise tore through the silence. Loud enough to break through the walls his mind had thrown up to protect him. Loud enough to drag him back into reality.  

His body locked up, frozen between breaths. His mind scrambled to keep up, to make sense of what had just happened. Slowly, stiffly, he turned his head to the left. The shower wall—fractured. Shattered ceramic littered the tub, tiny jagged pieces reflecting the harsh sunlight filtering in through the window above him. And in the center of it all, embedded deep in the tile, was something round, metallic.  

Another shot.  

Billy saw it coming this time. Watched it rip through the door like it was made of paper, a flash of movement slicing through the air, inches from his eyes, striking the shower caddy with a metallic ping before ricocheting away. Backwards.

The first thing he felt was a crushing pressure, like someone had planted a knee on his bicep and pressed down hard. Then the heat came, burning deep beneath the skin, searing hot, like he was being branded from the inside out. And then—the sting. Sharp. Blinding. His breath stuttered as he yanked his right hand up to his arm, fingers searching blindly. Wet. Warm. Sticky.  

Blood.  

A tremor started deep in his core, radiating outward until his whole body was shaking. His knees threatened to give. He tried to move, to get up, to do something, anything, but his muscles had nothing in them, useless, paralyzed. His chest shuddered—he’d stopped breathing again.  

And Neil wasn’t finished.  

The next shot was the loudest, now that Billy was fully alert, every sense cranked to its highest setting.  

His body caved in on itself. His legs sliding away from him, body going slack against the bathroom cabinets. The pressure in his chest cracked open, and suddenly he was gasping, his breath catching on a sob. His vision dropped, his gaze landing between his sprawled knees just in time to see the slow spread of yellow pooling beneath him.  

He tried to stop it. He couldn't stop it. His body wasn’t his own anymore.  

A broken sounding noise clawed its way out of his throat. He squeezed his eyes shut, bracing for the next one, breath hitching as his mind latched onto a single, numbing thought—  

How many more before he gets it right?

He waited. He listened closely, waiting for the tell tale double click sound. The warning.

He waited. 

And waited.

But the next sound he heard wasn’t the sound of the pump. It was different. 

There was a commotion on the other side of the door. He felt something heavy hit the floor, shaking the entire house. 

He could hear two voices. His dads, muffled behind the door.

“Get the fuck off of me you fucking faggot!”

And Steve.

No words. No blatant evidence of his presence like his father had provided. But Billy could hear the sound of his breath, rapid, heavy, alive.

Billy’s body seized, his throat tightening in response, and then it happened. The dam inside him broke. His chest heaved as sobs tore through him, raw and frantic. Every emotion swirled in him, crashing into one another, each one more violent than the last—relief, fear, pain, anxiety, shame, humiliation—all of it boiling over, drowning him.

He wanted to get up. Wanted to find the strength to break down the fucking door and fight, to do something other than just sit there. But he was immobilized, crushed beneath the weight of his own mind, paralyzed by the pain in his left arm. He was stuck, soaked, sitting in a puddle of his own piss. The humiliation of it was another wound in itself, a sharp, biting sting that only added to the suffocating weight of everything.

So he was left to listen, panic, and pray that Steve would be alright. Pray that Neil wouldn’t be alright. Hope against hope that he’d wake up from this fucking nightmare. He just had to wake up. 

There was more tousling happening on the other side of the door, and Billy couldn’t tell if Steve was winning or losing. There was another thud, then the sound Billy recognized clearly as a fist connecting with a cheek, followed by coughing. Steve’s coughing.

Fuck.

No.

Time moved so quickly, like a blur of fleeting seconds that threatened to suffocate him. Billy's heart was racing, thumping violently in his chest, a frantic rhythm that pulsed in his ears—too loud, almost deafening, but still not enough to drown out the sounds of his surroundings. His head spun, a wave of dizziness crashing over him, sharp and disorienting. The taste of bile rose in his throat, a sour knot of panic settling deep in his stomach, twisting and churning with every breath he took.

The footsteps grew louder, each step deliberate, heavy, as if the weight of them pressed down on his chest, making it harder to breathe. The door creaked softly as if in warning, the slow, agonizing turn of the doorknob like the slow tick of a clock counting down to something inevitable. His palms were slick with cold sweat, the clammy feeling clinging to his skin as he tried to steady his shaking hands.

Billy closed his eyes, desperate to block it all out. He tried to slow his breathing, but each inhale was shallow, jagged. His chest rose and fell in a frantic, erratic rhythm. He couldn't control it, couldn't calm the storm of fear that raged inside him. His mind screamed at him to fight, to move, but his body was frozen—paralyzed with terror. 

He squeezed his eyes shut harder, his body trembling as he tried to force himself to accept it, to make the terror more bearable. Make peace with it. But each second that passed felt like an eternity, every nerve raw and exposed, every inch of him screaming for relief. He told himself it would be over soon—the only solace he could find in the situation.

Just as the door was about to open, just as he was about to come face to face with reality. There was another crash. Something loud. Something deafening. Another loud thud. Another body hitting the floor. 

He could hear Steve’s screams.

Not screams of fear. Not the desperate, pleading cries of someone on the verge of losing.

These were the screams of pure, unbridled rage. The kind of rage that burned so hot it consumed everything in its path. The screams of someone who was winning, like a bear who had been poked one too many times. The sound of it echoed through the walls, wild, vibrating with a raw, primal intensity that sent a chill straight through Billy’s spine.

Then there was his father. 

He couldn’t hear him properly. His father’s voice had been stolen, strangled. Billy could only make out the wet, ragged sounds of him choking, his lungs gasping for air that wouldn’t come—each breath a desperate, gurgling struggle that pierced the silence like a knife. The sound of his father’s life slipping away, his body wracked with spasms of helplessness, made Billy’s chest tighten, each moment stretching longer, colder.

Billy soaked it all in—every jagged breath, every gasp, the desperation that clung to the air, heavy and suffocating. Billy took in a long, deep breath. Something his father couldn’t do. There was a sick satisfaction in it. 

He squeezed his eyes shut, his body trembling, heart pounding in his ears. 

Please. Just let it be over. 

The words were a prayer, whispered over and over in his mind, desperate, pleading, but there was no answer. Only the choking, the screaming, the unbearable weight of it all pressing down on him.

Steve. Please. Kill him.

And then. Footsteps. Multiple bodies entering the room. Voices. Other voices.

And Steve’s.

“No! Get off me! GET OFF OF ME!” It was desperate, guttural. 

And Billy just sunk into the floor.

- : -

“God kid, you look like you’ve seen a ghost,” Officer Powell said, nudging Steve’s shoulder, careful, like trying to wake up a sleepwalker.

Steve didn’t move. Didn’t respond. Just stared straight ahead, breath caught in his throat, holding back a myriad of things he was terrified of letting out—terrified of bringing to reality.

“Steve,” It was Hopper’s voice this time, “kid, what’s going on?” There was a hint of worry in his voice. It still wasn’t enough to pull Steve from his trance. Staring blankly ahead, hoping Billy would just get up, walk out, give some kind of sign that there was still life behind that threshold, eliminate the sinking feeling that just kept sinking deeper and deeper. 

Hopper waved a hand in front of his face, like hello, is anybody in there? Steve wasn’t totally gone. He could still hear and see everything that was happening. He could see the quizzical look on Hopper’s face. He just couldn’t speak. He couldn’t move.

“What’s he looking at?” It was Powell this time, talking about him like he wasn’t even there. Couldn’t blame him. Steve wasn’t really there. He couldn’t be. Not in that moment. Not until he knew.

Hopper followed his gaze, tracking his line of sight like a laser, pointed directly at the door with the three bullet holes marking its surface, no discernible pattern to their presence. He looked back at Steve, like he had been hiding some crucial piece of information.

“Is there somebody in there?” Hopper asked. For the first time, Steve found himself able to react, able to offer something tangible—though not as definitive as words, it was enough to confirm the fear lingering in the air. His breath hitched at the question, a sharp inhale that Hopper caught.

There was a look shared between Hopper and Powell, a look that carried dread. Nothing like what Steve was feeling, but it was there. It didn’t make Steve feel any better.

Hopper moved slowly, giving Powell a nod that communicated something Steve wasn’t privy to. Something he wasn’t sure he wanted to be privy to. He walked towards the door. Steve couldn’t stand to look, but he also couldn’t stand to turn away. He was trapped there, sick, waiting for an answer he wasn’t ready to have. 

Seconds felt like hours. It all moved in slow motion, and maybe that was the universe’s way of giving him just a few more moments of denial. A few more seconds in a world that hadn’t taken Billy from him. 

But, as the rules of the universe would have it, time continued to move forward. Reality inching forward with every passing moment. Steve stared intently at the slice of light emerging from the slightly ajar bathroom door. Hopper was on the inside, and suddenly time was moving too slow for his liking.

He needed to know. He needed to know now.

As the thought creeped up on him, he saw something emerge, however, to his disappointment. It was Hopper, no Billy in tow.

Hopper’s next words were careful. Calculated. Quiet.

“Powell, can you toss me that blanket over there?”

And suddenly, the weight of the world slammed into Steve’s chest, as if an invisible force had yanked the very breath from his lungs. The pain tore through him like a jagged knife. The floodgates opened, and he couldn’t hold it back anymore—the sob broke free, loud and uncontrollable.

“No!” he cried, his voice thick with agony, his body shaking with the force of the grief he could no longer contain.

The world seemed to stop for a moment, the air heavy with his sorrow. But no one answered his anguish. Powell, standing to his left, didn't flinch. He just did his job—moved without hesitation, grabbing the blanket from the chair. The one his grandmother had given him for Christmas, the soft fabric that was once used to provide warmth now cold and distant, about to be used to shield Billy's corpse from onlookers.

He couldn’t take it. No!

This can't be fucking happening! 

Steve sobbed harder, his chest heaving. His throat burned as his cries turned hoarse, the pain breaking him in ways he couldn't explain. It was as if he were screaming to some indifferent figure in the sky, pleading for an answer, for some way to make it stop. But there was nothing—just the emptiness of his cries echoing into the void, unanswered.

“Please, No!” Steve cried, raw and guttural, “please!”

Steve could no longer hear anything but himself. His whole body went numb. His vision started to blur and he was sure he was about ready to pass out. And some part of him, something deep inside of him that still had a mind to cling to hope took that as something, maybe evidence that this was all a nightmare, and the haze in his vision was just his body trying to wake him up.

Steve squeezed his eyes shut, tighter than he thought physically possible. He felt the tears still trapped in his ducts as they were forced out and left to roll down his cheeks. He blinked rapidly. Waiting. Begging. 

Just wake up! Just fucking wake up!

But each time he opened his eyes, it was the same god-awful sight, unchanging. He felt like he was about to throw up.

Hope was slipping through his fingers, like sand. That small, fragile part of him that still believed in something good, swallowed by the darkness that consumed the rest of him. Giving in.

And then, out of nowhere, there was someone standing in the doorway.

It took a second for Steve to process what he was looking at, his mind fighting to decide if what he was seeing was real or imaginary. But slowly, his mind settled on a decision he was comfortable with: I don’t fucking care.

Because it was Billy. Standing. Breathing. Blanket wrapped tightly around him. His chest rising and falling with the unmistakable rhythm of life.

And Steve. He collapsed to his knees. His body was too weak to hold him up any longer. A tidal wave of relief crashed over him, lifting him from the depths of despair, and sweeping him to shore. In that instant, he wasn’t drowning anymore. 

And for the first time that day, with the weight of the world once crushing his chest now lifted, Steve finally took a deep breath.

[keppa-nero]

PLEASE can i ask you to write another Bill x reader, something about him being a bottom and how it “contradicts” his masculinity all the good internalized homophobia stuff, you’re so good at writing Bill

First of all thank you, I am weak for praise. And goddamn if I LOVE THESE TYPE OF REQUESTS HERE 🫵 HAVE IT.

@shackspossum Here is the Bill NSFW headcannon you asked for some time ago, I was searching for ideas and I like this one.

HOPE Y'ALL DO TOO

Bill Williamson x Male! Reader;

Contradicting Thoughts

TW: Homophobia Stuff \ Homophobic Slurs \ Smut \ Soft Dirty Talk \ SA Mention

[Thought ⬇️ song fit this]

Bill has always been taught since he was a kid to not be weak. To not ask for help, to not show his feelings.

And it's ended up making him this insecure mess internally, one that all his fellow gang members mistake as him just being dumb and violent.

He tries to not be that kind of dog. He doesn't wanna bite.

But the way everyone else treats him, like he's less when he's just trying to be more, he always ends up biting, and being bit harder.

Still, there was hope right? You were said hope.

You treated him like someone, didn't just insult him like everyone else or just judge him for drinking himself dumb every night.

It didn't help that you were a man.

Bill fitting the expectations as usual.

He has tried looking more at women and get that warm feeling every men says they get when looking at one, but he only gets it looking at you.

He has also forced himself to just, go to Valentine and sleep with a woman for the night, to try and spark that thing he was so goddamn weird about. But nothing changed those thoughts he got from, only, men, and this time being directed your way.

So much he has been in his mind this past month, head hurting from just how much he thought about you and the fact that he wanted to... Hold you?

He beats himself mentally and verbally for even thinking that softly.

Tonight was a cherish night for a change in Horseshoe Overlook. Sean had came back after being taken by some bounty hunters, that ripped his teeth and burnt his feet, but didn't got any information out of h-.

Honestly he had just gotten back and Bill couldn't stand him anymore.

So, as usual, he went to sit by himself at the other campfire where only Pearson and Lenny sat, trying to get away from the loudly bastards singing, and get some silence for just his beer and himself.

He'd usually start talking about when he was back in the army like he does, distract himself something from his bugging thoughts and still permanent fright from being found out about his feelings.

Just then you came to sit with all them.

You had taken a few drinks too, as anyone could see, you were walking wobbly and laughing like an idiot, and it made Bill tense up with his intestines tying up themselves when you sat next to me.

More like you dropped your body on the seat closest to him, and put a loose arm around his shoulder, the whiskey bottle in your hand making itself noticeable by the smell so close to his face.

You weren't exceptionally drunk, just a bit looser on the tounge, as it made you act so happy and friendly with anyone.

Bill knew that more than anyone, he's been keeping an intense gaze on you everytime you even touched a beer bottle. He simply found it endearing how you became when a drink down your throat, and how he'd prefer your throat around something else.

"What the hell ar-..." He started grumbling when he came off his initial surprise, looking up at you with a slight frown to not show how he wanted to lean closer and enjoy this, but his words trailed off realizing you were too much in your happy bubble to be worth it to pop it.

"Idiot..." He mumbled again under his breath as he just turned his head to the side, his own beer forgotten in his hold.

You had started rambling with Lenny about nothing at all, the young man seeming entertained by your behavior tonight.

Bill, of course, thought this was gonna be the usual. You hug him randomly but pay no attention to him while you talk with someone else, it was a normal behavior in you when tipsy.

He didn't think you'd now stand up and grab his arm, walking with him away from anyone else.

You stopped right in front of him after the two entered the tree grove next to camp, a dumb slurry smile on your lips and your eyes glazed and half closed. You had your hands on the sides of his chest, his back pressed gently against one of the old trees there.

His eyes were put on you as wide as they could be, not even believing or processing this position, his breath hitching and body freezing.

He couldn't react, he was completely frozen in place in more of a terrified manner.

Bill never expected you'd do something like this with him, it caught him so off guard he didn't know what to do.

His mind didn't help either, this position and you not in your fully right mind felt like you were about to molest him without a second thought. But that wouldn't be the first time for him, or mabye he was overthinking awfully.

"Bill let me –Let me tell ya somthn'..." You blurted out, nearly making him flinch at the sudden voice, his eyebrows raising in surprise as he slightly snapped out of his scared daze but stayed quiet and let you continue, for once.

"I ain't gonna do nothing you don't want me to... But I love you, as in... Y'now, love love... I know I picked a weird time to tell ya- But sober I couldn't say nothing like this"

He stared at you throughout your words, with that slurried tone making him think it was the alcohol talking, but this was so good to believe it made him speak out truthfully, eyes squinting and placing his hands on your arms to try to push you back.

"Go sleep it off, you're talking non sense, I know for a fact you don't mean any of this" His voice came out shakier than he'd wanted, and finally shoved you back as if making up for it. His heart was racing in his chest and he didn't like it how you made his genuine feelings come out.

"Bill-... Ugh" You cursed to yourself as your head pounded hard for a second, rubbing your eyes and letting your hands rest by your sides, looking directly at him and trying to explain yourself. "I didn't wanna do it like this I swear- Do you want me to show you I mean it? I'm- Being genuine, I love you... We can go to my tent if you wan'?"

That made him fall silent yet again, seeing that look in your eyes and body language, something telling you were speaking in the little control it seemed you had.

He hesistated, but after some heavy convincing you managed to take him to your tent.

It was farther away than the others, that being the only reassuring for Bill.

You closed the flap of the tent, turning around to find Bill looking down and to the right, awkardly scratching his elbow and whispering to himself, sounding like he was praying this wasn't some joke.

So you did what was more rational in your own loose mind, directly approached and wrapped your arms under his and around his chest, making him look up at you.

You directly leaned in and kissed his lips softly, not moving an inch, just leaving it rest to leave him to act first, if he wanted to push away or not.

The feeling of your lips on his felt so incredibly foreign that it even made him uncomfortable, doing this with a man, but knowing it was yours he relaxed completely an instant. He saw you were meaning it genuinely if you were in here alone with him, the only fact you cared enough about his pride to not do this in public, meant it wasn't a joke.

He released the sigh he didn't realize he was holding, putting his own arms around your neck and pressing your body closer, looking for that warmth he's been looking for so long.

Bill started moving his lips and tounge first, just as a signal for you to keep going, letting you take control even if he would've usually liked that better.

You pushed him back slowly so he sat on the edge of your bed while you two started making out, getting on top of him as you pushed him back fully.

His hands were now grabbing your back tight like you'd disappear and leave him like this was just a dream, his eyes closed and leaving him to enjoy the moment. Considering it was Bill, the fact he closed his eyes around you meant he was putting his whole trust on you.

"I-... Fuck, God... This– this doesn't feel right...?" He mumbled when you pulled away to breath, looking at your eyes with such a vulnerable and almost scared gaze, not seeming to realize how close he was still trying to hold you against him.

"What do you mean? You're liking this, no?" You spoke back with a slightly confused tone, being with Bill starting to make it feel like you were just really bold and not drunk anymore. Your knee was starting to get between his own legs to spread them apart a bit.

Bill looked down at nothing specific.

He just said that because he was still doing this with a man. He's done these things with a few men before too, always hidden behind some bar or similar, but never got this far and he usually controlled the situation.

"Yeah..." He mumbled, sounding vulnerable for a good two seconds, but then pulled you back down again to kiss your lips hard, muttering on your lips "Forget it, keep going"

And quickly like that, you two started back at it.

You started grinding your hips on Bill's while you made out, ending up in you two already hard and without pants.

You had put on some pomade on your member after asking Bill if he wanted to do this, he agreed instantly and prepared to be completely drilled in by you.

He let a loud groan when you did put it in, hands grabbing your shoulders hard as you started moving, his own hips awkardly trying to move it back in a way that'd make you feel nice. Bill was getting way too riled up already and you barely moved two times.

"You're so damn tight tho... Yer pecker is all red already" You gasped out in a breathy chuckle, feeling how his fairly smaller boner pressed against your abdomen.

You turned him around after a while, realizing how much better he handled backshots than the position before.

Your hips rolled back and forth inside him, while he tried to keep his hips lifted up all the way so you kept hitting that nice spot inside him. He had his face dug on your pillow, his eyes shut closed and his hand on his dick, moving up and down quickly while trying to convince himself that fapping felt better than what you were doing inside him.

Quiet jerks and moans were leaving his lips like bees out a nest, whimpering in a high pitched tone about how he wanted it faster and how you could do better, trying to rile you up more to intensify. But he'd just start crying of how good it felt if you did, so he was grateful you held back.

After some more hard movements and the bed shrieking under you two, blood started flowing fast to your member inside Bill, and without time to tell him you finished inside him, groaning deeply and pulling out with a wet sound. Bill's hips finally could rest back, his hand itching to keep touching himself as he was close too, he didn't just because you told him to.

He hardly sat up on the bed, unable to face you with his red cheeks and glassy eyes, but his eyes only followed your head as you put it between his legs, putting your head around his aching member.

"O-Oh fuck- Shit, fuck..." He cursed the same words two or three times when he felt how good it was to have you sucking him, his head falling back and choking a gasp.

His hips bucked up shakily, not even lasting a minute as he just came in your mouth, looking back down and gasping, putting his hand on the top of your head and tilting it back to look at you. He could've easily came again with how goddamn hot you looked like that.

"My bad..." He croaked out.

You pushed yourself up on your elbows, wiping your mouth lazily and resting your head on his chest, making Bill lean back too.

"You're kinda adorable like this... Ye ain't so tough huh?" You asked in an easygoing tone and a light smile. He just softly flicked your forehead in a fake annoyed manner.

"Shut up... Not a word about this tomorrow, or any day, you got that?" He tried to sound angry.

"Love you" You simply mumbled without answering, silence passing inside the tent.

"...Love you too..."

BONUS!!: Small aftercare

The morning fell over Horseshoe Overlook yet again, the light of the sun passing through the thin covers of everyone's tents, waking most members up.

You woke up before Bill did, and realized you two fell asleep without even putting on your pants on again, and with your arms around him while the man snored quietly on your chest. God just how much did you move at night?

Bill woke up instantly then when you tried to move, blinking and staring down at him quietly as he opened two sleepy eyes, looking absolutely flabbergasted for a second since he forgot he fell asleep in your tent.

He sighed in relief when he looked up at you and remembered, grumbling something to himself as he dug his head on your chest in embarrassment to hide himself, pressing you close.

"What? 's your back still sore?"

"I told ya not a word about this..."

"Not a word outside this tent– You look like a baby"

"..."

"shut the hell up..."

[bobutterfan01]

old married couple au

soo... this au won the poll, i am a little late, but the post promises to be long (i hope this is a good thing for you. because for me it is). i'll give you the exact dates and all that, because i feel better when everything is accurate. well you know

they got together in 1998, 6 years after pb began acting in "mr peanutbutter's house". it's just that bojack suddenly realized that his life seemed quite brighter with pb by his side, and that he was attached to him, and was no longer under the yoke of his homophobic mother, and decided to, well, give it a chance (same with pb, but less thoughts and worries). one day they somehow kissed, after a while discussed it and made their minds to "try" (no one really believed that this relationship would last long). and well they just... stayed like that. never broke up. feeling absolutely comfortable together and eventually not even considering ending the relationship or anything like that.

they got married around 2009, a year after the ban on same-sex marriage was lifted in california (at that time they had been dating for about 12 years). the show begins in 2014, respectively, at that time they had been together for 16 years, and had been married for 5 years.

as mentioned in another post about this au, they still have the same problems, but bojack has much less regrets behind his back, which is why his guilt and trauma are far from as strong as it was in original. he gets annoyed with pb when he is too positive about everything again, and pb gets annoyed with him when he tries to drown out problems with alcohol - substance abuse is still the case, but to a lesser extent. discussing feelings for them was initially a huge problem (because both are not good at it, and pb also tends to deny any negative emotions), but over time they somehow learnt how to work with it. they often screw up, but they try to get better, really. i vouch for them. they're doing their best your honor

they completely understand each other, to the extent that one can sometimes predict what the other will say verbatim. they have 10001 local jokes. while classics are more gentle and calm, these ones rather give the impression of that old flighty married couple who make fun of each other and initially you may not even understand why they are still together at all and how they tolerate each other... of course can also be super sappy sometimes, there's no doubt, since they're both lowkey a bit romantic - especially pb, boj often just plays along with him

both do films. bojack, unlike his classic self, still stars in some movies, but does it less often, because he is mostly disappointed in this field already; pb loves his career and accepts all kinds of offers. sometimes they star together in the same works (half of such cases end up with both of them being kicked off the set in disgrace)

by the way they like to throw parties in honor of each other! it's kinda their tradition. both try to make it as lavish and luxurious as possible, eventually turning it into another competition.

they live at bojack's place, yeah (it's just that bojack's house is familiar and i like it more lol. can also help to distinguish them from classics if it matters)

relationships with others:

princess carolyn is still bojack's agent, but at least now she doesn't have to dig him out of all sorts of troubles every single day. she has to dig out them both (but not that often) (something like attacking the postman or saying nonsense that will ruin your reputation. or setting a fire in the house because someone got distracted by tv), especially when pb becomes her client too. they are generally on good terms

at one of the halloween parties they also let todd stay at their place because they think he is a poor gay boy who was kicked out by his parents (pb persuaded bojack). he sleeps on their couch, but he can put things in the closet. he was once offered a guest room, he stayed in it for a couple of days and returned to the previous place because he likes it there more.

pb and todd are in the most positive relationship possible and quickly find common ground, while todd's relationship with boj is not the easiest, but good. pb tries to smooth things over whenever bojack gets annoyed with todd and treats him not very well, so overall they even have a bit of an idyll at home. many misadventures still remain there (like disneyland or halloween in january), but often bojack is also involved in some way (not by his will). todd's their son <3

i also like to think that boj still hires a ghostwriter for his biography because he wants to raise his popularity and take on the acting career more thoroughly. he and diane become friends as a result too, some arcs with their joint participation are preserved, some are not, depending on which ones. however this time there are no hints of a romantic relationship for understandable reasons

so in general, as i said, this is the original with minimal settings and with a pleasant (for some of us) bonus in the form of bobutter. suggest ideas and ask if you are curious about something! thanks for reading! <3

[zykamiliah]

Tell me about Shen Yuan's mental gymnastics

oh boy where do i start

there are various sides to sy's mental gymnastics:

-his sexuality, that directly correlates to his feelings for binghe; we know how he projects his desire for lbh into the Women/Wives characters, he is in complete denial and actively suppressing his own sexuality, for quite a while and even before he transmigrated, since he has some "skeletons in his closet" in regards to past crushes. he frames his feelings for lbh and his responses during sex as submitting to lbh's charm and "technique" as if to imply he doesn't really have a choice or is being convinced into loving and having sex with lbh, which is one of the biggest misunderstandings for readers in the whole novel. for him admitting that he likes gay sex is tremendously embarrassing, and a consequence from being raised in a homophobic/queerphobic culture.

-his self-image, not in the sense that he's insecure or lacks confidence, but in that he perceives himself as inconsequential-- he doesn't expect much to come from his good actions except maybe that people will spare his life (lbh, lqg) and instead weighs his bad actions as worse than they are. even if he doesn't think about it a lot, he expects lbh to hate him and kill him for pushing him into the endless abyss, yet doesn't take into the equation everything else he did as a shizun for lbh and the other qjp disciples. this probably comes from his fandom-agreed third child syndrome, in that as such he grew up thinking his actions don't have any impact in the people around him (like him not taking into account the impact of his death in hua yue city, for example, on lbh and his martial siblings and disciples); related to that is the part where he doesn't ever talk about his own accomplishments because he thinks that's too cringe or something, so he's always downplaying himself and the stuff he does, like being a good damn teacher, and liking it! he describes himself as a lazy guy who just wants to lead a no-effort life but that's not what he actually wants or does; he's always doing something post-transmigration and in fact gets antsy and restless when he's forced to stay inside doing nothing

also related to him downplaying his good actions, is that he sketches himself as a selfish person when his actions completely contradict that characterization.

he also downplays or completely hides from the narration how much being cool matters to him lol he wants to distract the reader and himself from the fact that he's not an easygoing person who will take anything life gives him; no, no, that man taught his disciples about payback; he gets reeaally pissed off when mbj dismisses his cultivation at the immortal alliance conference. i've talked about how he projects on shen jiu here to go around those feelings .

overall he's unreliable when talking about himself and you have to look at everything he says really carefully and contrast it with his actions, what he actually does, to understand what's real and what's a lie.

and one of my favorites: he tells us he's pretending at being a lofty immortal cultivator, when in truth the transmigration has allowed him to become the best version of himself (ok there's still room for improvement but he's getting there!) the moment the OOC was off, and later when he's in the mushroom body, he thinks of himself as shen qingqiu all the time, going so far as to put finding a folding fan as a top priority, saving people just because he was around, and being unable to let cqm disciples be in danger to the detriment of his own survival. he tries to sell you a picture of himself where he's pragmatic and selfish and self-serving, but in truth, despite having a bad temper and sometimes resorting to anger as a coping mechanism (the tsundere allegations are true), he's a big softie and unconditional when it comes to the people he cares about.

[stagefoureddiediaz]

Ok crock pot anon here one more time (I definitely sent you a third one last night and completely forgot to say it was me, I was so damn excited, apologies). Now that I can rewatch on Hulu today, I can…. watch this scene 8x in a row! Lol. So- perfect barbacoa in 8 hours, eh? 8 hours = 8 seasons? Except Buck is saying heyyyy no, it can be done a little early! "Recipes are just a guideline" and "to Helena Diaz, they're gospel" I am side-eyeing you SO HARD. "First family dinner in the new house. It better be fork tender." "Slow cooker is never wrong!" I am lOsInG mY aCtUaL mInD. And, AND. Helena doesn't even eat any, which, first of all, why, it's probably amazing, but second, she grabs quick, easy takeout, the easy way out!!! The relationship metaphors!!!! Doing things the quick easy way versus slow cooking a relationship (romantic or parent-child), dkjfksdja;s

Hey crock pot anon

I always love seeing you've popped back into my inbox - I assumed the flailing kermit was you - which is why I added the same gif to my last reply keep being excited - I'm loving it and I am also very excited about it 😎

rewatching to pick up all the goodies we missed is always so much fun isn't it - I've been at the Cricket all day - rewatching on my laptop as the game was going on - thats how I ended up down a chess spiral, but anyway yes yes yes to the 8 hours = 8 seasons - and I just answered another ask about the 11 minutes to go of the 8 hours - so 11 minutes before the end of season 8. I've also got another couple of asks that have come into my inbox as I was writing this reply talking about fractions and how that therefore means episode 14 or 15 depending on which way you round the numbers, so perhaps we'll be lucky and that will be the moment of Buddie canon!

The Helena v Buck of recipes is endlessly fascinating to me - Helena stuck in heteronormativity while Buck has started experimenting with recipes and making them his own - his 3 tries to get the lasagne right and his baking experiments - in the same way he is now exploring his sexuality. Hell, if you think about it he tried twice/ three times with tommy - depending on what one counts as a 'try' and if it was the third time that it was right or if it took 3 attempts and the fourth one was the right one - either way on both fronts - it implies that the next time he's going to get it right - as in with Eddie!

the first family dinner in the new house it better be fork tender really is making me feel a bit feral - the potential foreshadowing of a first family dinner in a new Buckley- Diaz family home and it being a dinner full of tenderness 🥹🫠🥰 I will be a puddle!

the 'Slow cooker is never wrong' line literally made me gasp and cackle - slow burns are never wrong - they are always the best love stories - this slow burn rollercoaster we've been on for the last 84 years is not wrong - we buddies are not wrong - just like that slow cooker! I love it here 🥰🤡🌈

Helena only eating the take out - not even trying what Eddie had lovingly made - and the face she pulled when she lifted the lid on the slow cooker - she did not like it and wasn't impressed - its making me think we might be getting a homophobic Helena to some degree in our future - you know just to add to her other really great qualities!!!

and yes yes yes to your last line 'Doing things the quick easy way versus slow cooking a relationship (romantic or parent-child)' - that is the crux of it isnt it - slow burns take time but they are infinitely better (nutritionally and taste wise) than a takeout meal alternative - slow burns are made with love and will leave you feeling content and satisfied, while the easy take out option contains little to no love and will leave you feeling either over full and uncomfortable or disappointed and hungry 5 minutes later!

all roads (crock pots, colour theory, chess, ballroom dancing, couches etc) lead to Buddie canon and I feel insane about it! feel free to spiral in my inbox about crockpots (or anything else) whenever you like 💜💜💜

[whiterexpper]

Here we go...

Edit2 : removed the nevermore tag for a reason vv

Edit; removed the nevermore tag because

1) nevermore has NOTHING to do with this situation, nevermore is a comic, this is completely different drama that involves a horrible person. Nevermore is a GREAT webtoon that brought a second family together for me, Im not hating on the comic. Im only involving the tag to gather attention to another side issue (its not bigger than the crimson issue. That issue is the main issue and the victims need more focus than anything).

So I haven't said anything about previous events so far, and my point still stands as I will remain quiet as everything has just come to a head with it all. It'll still sit here and marinate and reveal everything about the drama. A lot of people don't know, but all of this drama that happened? (Not the crimson drama, the previous drama about the mass ban) Has happened because Nora (or Sardonyx) personally went out of her way to lie and tell everyone what was happening. Most of the bans were innocent, if not all. And I was scooped up into it by nora herself and told the same shit, and I was only told the right issues involving it because someone who is close friends came forward about it all, and told me and showed me the truth.

Nora(Sardonyx) has had a hold on every dramatic situation, she has lied, been a hypocrite, a two face, and has shown she cannot be trusted. She has decided to talk shit and speak about all of this to a 13 year old, and Nora is 27. Everyone knows this, she is a manipulator who will try her best to make others look bad to get the heat off her back. Another issue with nora is previous conversations I've had with her, in light of them, some of the conversations we've had, she has made toxic remarks towards others. Bad mouthed almost every patreon, and has dragged me into it. I tried to match her jokes, tried to be friendly and laugh along with her. And in that, I'm sorry on my end. I never intended to hurt others, but she has. Again, I dont have any of these screenshots because I did leave any server I was associated with her in, and can't prove it on my end. She probably could, with cherry picked screenshots and edited ones as well.

I again apologize on my end for that, she has manipulated me through every part of our dms and has influenced me to be just as bad of a person. I've learned to be better, and I have talked with one of the people she has talked bad about and we are both on good terms. If no one knows this by now, she is still in the main server, after showing proof of her Threatening to kidnap and torture, her nasty remarks, she has tried to tell others that another person is Homophobic, which was untrue and that would have resulted in a ban. In the end, she's still there. And She's getting away with threats and others. I highly recommended staying away from her, as she has lied, manipulated and bought her way through everyone.

Another issue with nora is her banner situation, she has used NSFW fan art as a banner, fully exposed, unblurred fan art. Not going at the artist, but Nora using that art as her main banner on discord has resulted in minors seeing it. She has spoken to two people who asked her to change in, because they and others were uncomfortable and this was her response.

She used the main nevermore discord, a server that had NOTHING to do with the situation. Also her lying in this reply, she talks to minors. (Not in the crimson disgusting way-) but she does actively dm minors at the time it happened. She wasn't considerate. And the kidnap and torture mention, well. She never got banned for threatening two people.

I blocked out the other person and the victims names, as I don't know if they want to be named or not. Some people know who she is but for the sake of tumblr, I'm blurring her out. Through some of mine and her dms, there was some playful flirting going back and forth. Note on playful, by the way, but her being engaged and having a partner and telling me she thought all of it was real? Someone needs to hold her hand when they tell her this....(not me, dont let me go near that crazy woman she might K&T me too...)

But yeah, they were playful, pretty heavy flirting and it got detailed, SURE, its PLAYFUL FLIRTING. it happens. But her saying she's a "lesbian in a straight relationship"? Someone needs to hold her hand and to tell her AGAIN because this just aint it...

But she's still there, I've left the main nevermore server because of her. Because of her lies and manipulation, she has dragged others into this. People who had no involvement in this, but thats her way. She has done it before, DMing other people because she can't fight her own battles. She has to have others do it.

In the end, all I have to say is, Nora (sardonyx) is the one behind all the drama that happens, and will continue to be the one and will continue to get away with it. I highly advise to keep your distance from her , if not well...none of this would have been posted if she didn't go around acting like a 14 year old and spreading rumors about me.

Nora, if you're reading this, tell Eric i feel so bad for him to end up with someone as pathetic as you. And that the person you wanted to get freaky with found out how much of a horrible person you are. And I hope others do the same.

anyway..be careful with her or you might end up kidnapped and tortured <3

(stay safe)