#just wanted my pretty gf covered in blood on here

[deimcs]

I want to talk about all that happened to us. I suppose Astarion is a part of the vampire aristocracy now. I hope he doesn't exect us to bow to him.

[kimberlygbart]

Role Swap AU Masterpost

If you're old enough in my blog then you remember [this]

Yeah in the end I never even updated that, it's almost a year since the mod was actually released but hey I'm here!

This also might be the last post regarding the AU. It's over fr, I've reached my dream in wanting to release a mod of it and getting fanart sooo yay, the AU is done for, but dw! I've kept Whitmore, turned him into an OC.

If I don't forget to post again lol Y'all will see more of him!

Anyways here is the mod!!!

Above it's all art I've made for it alongside a GIF :P

And below the cut, you will find more links, such as gameplay and all the music! INCLUDING the full-ass complete lore of the AU!

ya that's right!! Community game played my game ain't that crazy! Okay so here is all you need to know:

This is an AU where Whitty (now who's referred as Whitmore as his last name only) and Updike (Gabriel in this AU, he doesn't know his last name or anything since he was abandoned) switch places. ONLY they do in this AU, all others stay the same. Conrad Whitmore was raised by The Greater Good (similar concept to SCP) after being found in abandoned and crashed down lab as a doomsday experiment. TGG saw him as an useful tool Being fed well and trained since childhood, he's naturally taller and bigger than average Whitty. Also more tired. Just because Conrad had a good childhood doesn't mean he was free of trauma btw ☝ He had many experiments done on him such as vivisectomy, endoscopy and multiple blood tests and even organ removals, however he was often manipulated by TGG into doing this of free will, ever since as a kid.

For those who ask "well what about Carol? Does she still date the Whitty from this universe?" yes she did! Hex and Carol are/were still Conrad's closest people he has had in his life But Carol eventually broke up with Conrad once she learnt the true nature of his job. A big rift developes between them, with her trying to desperately convince him TGG is not the better solution it claims to be, while Conrad defends it with his life for is the only thing he knows. Their fights escalate a lot, until she visits him in his office. Needless to say it didn't go well.

I have an animatic as well! In a resume, their (verbal) fights gets him so agitated, he enters his ballistic stage where he hasn't felt that in years besides while a kid. And during his rage he pulls the trigger while Carol calls him names (monster being one). TGG covers the crime, the lyrics are important btw!

This all happened when Conrad was 21, Carol's death is tragic enough he enter a depressive episode + is taken back to his 'original bunker house' (where he was raised) by TGG for 5 years for reevaluation. Hex is the only one who knows what happened because Conrad told him. That's pretty much the lore? I think? UH anywasy tldr I became so attached to Conrad I've scrapped the 'swap' alternate reality of it and turned him into Whitty's twin brother (and Carol isn't dead there).

Also out of respect for Sock.Clip, Gabriel, or TGG no longer exists, I'm just dumping this here to be registered in my tumblr since it was the only social media I never uploaded the lore of my AU completely. But yes, swap whitty is fully dead, ofc ppl can make art for it duh, I just mean I won't be making content of it ever again, Conrad instead is being brought to the 'original' fnf world, and will be currently Whitty's twin, but his lore or story has been completely rebooted.

Thank you for reading all this damn ur a true homie!!!

[multifandomwhore-003]

Forgive me, Father, for I have sinned

Pairing: gf! Ethan Landry x female! reader

Summary: He would do anything for you.

Genre(s): angst, just pure angst.

Warnings: SCREAM VI SPOILERS, obsession, very graphic descriptions of k*lling, inj*ring, bl*od, a lot of yelling, a lot of violence.

Taglist: @bratty-lxndry444 @melancholy-avi , join here :)

𝙼𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚏𝚒𝚌 𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚜 𝚘𝚗

REQUESTS CLOSED

THIS IS NOT FREE USE, YOU CANNOT USE MY WORK

Reblog if you like

"Baby, baby," he whispered, tears menacing to come out.

You covered your face, shaky hands hesitantly touching your forehead, "Ethan, please-" you took a step back.

He followed you, like he had promised himself he would, making it a vow, a blind devotee, pledged fervor and intensity since the first night he followed you home. He traced your shoulders with his fingers, a hopeless attempt at soothing you.

"No, no-" you took a shaky breath, "I-"

"Baby-"

"No, Ethan, I need to fucking think! Please! I shouldn't have to ask you for a fucking minute!" you spat, voice cracking.

He returned to the couch, perfectly still, he couldn't leave, he never would. Ethan never thought he'd felt fear with you, no matter how many douchebags flirted with you, how many people you had slept with before, the negative opinions people who never learned to mind their own business had, or the extensive periods of time you'd go without seeing one another, he had never doubted your relationship, your bond, he had never been afraid to lose you. It was new, the uncertainty, the mistrust, the anxiety, the dilemma; he was not appealed to the idea of new, not after all the changes his life had gone through in the blink of an eye.

He had chosen you, it wasn't chance, or a senseless coincidence, out of all the people he categorized as appealing, you were seamlessly outstanding, he made you more than the pretty girl from Econ who couldn't keep opinions to herself, he made you his fate, his and his only. He couldn't take credit in shaping you, however, he did crumble to how perfect you were, how flawlessly you filled his every need, a dangerous temptation with the sweetest of embraces. He couldn't afford to lose you, not now, not ever, he would never be able to get such luck, he was never a religious young man, but he felt blessed, and without a question, he would delightedly kneel before you.

"How?"

He turned to you, noticing your quiet sobs.

"How did you do it?" you sniffed.

He gulped, "You saw the news,"

"Yes, I saw the goddamn news Ethan, but I want to hear it from you, with that same confidence that you admitted it, I deserve to know!" you banged your hand on the kitchen counter, "It's the least you can fucking do! The whole fucking truth! I don't care how gross or violent it might sound! We both know you're not ashamed of it, so you better not fucking lie to me, I deserve the truth!"

He corrected his posture, "I took the knife from-"

"No!" you rushed to the living room, "I said everything! When did you decide to kill him?"

He had never seen you in such a way, so angry, so free; he had no choice, but to confess, "When he first whistled at you," he clenched his jaw, "I held back because you told me that you were gonna handle it, but you never did," he relived the frustration, "You knew the school wasn't gonna do anything, and you lied about everything else, so when I found the picture on your phone, I lost it, I followed him home as many times as I needed to memorize his routine, and last night I just-" he slightly grinned through the salty fluid, "I knew he didn't deserve a quick death, so I just began to cut him, until he had no blood to fight, I castrated him, something his parents should've done in the first place," he chuckled, "And to finish it off, I just chopped his head into nothing but paste,"

You looked at the ceiling, "And you-" you winced, "You did this for me?"

"I would do anything for you," he tilted his head.

You nodded as you returned to the kitchen, weakly filled a glass with water, and then drank from it, drowning the urge to feel nausea. You didn't notice when he suddenly was less than three feet away, you almost jumped at his sight.

The room had finally gone silent, nothing to be said, nothing to be thought, just raw suspense. He observed you wiping the runny mascara, hiccuping with every inhale, and almost whining with every exhale, washing the container, and drying your hands, trembling every second like a stray under the rain.

You came close, placed yourself on top of the counter to match his height, grabbed his hands timidly, as if you had never held them before, and cried more at the mere thought of what they can do, there was no point in having remorse anymore, so you simply began to bawl; but even then, you kissed his palms delicately rubbing them after, and guided them to hold your face. You finally met his terrified eyes with your red and puffy ones, trembling fingers crept to his brunette curls, reverently caressing them. You leaned in to peck his lips, testing, they felt so warm, tasted so delicious, you repeated your action, and this time he corresponded.

You had never kissed him with such passion, with such sincerity it almost felt like worship; his right hand hugged your waist, he wanted you, all of you simply in contact with this skin-wrapped vessel of his that was the only thing he could ever be allowed to hold you with.

"Please forgive me," he moaned into the kiss, "I'm sorry, love, I'm so sorry,"

He dried your tears with his rough thumbs, out of all the wicked things in his life, you were the best one, the most utterly divine one.

You didn't think it would be possible, but you broke again, you hated every inch of yourself, and almost felt disgusted by it, you weren't mad at him, you never were, you just wanted a reason to withdraw, but you couldn't, now that you knew everything you still loved him, all of it. There was no way back now, no second thoughts, no doubts, just a corrupted girl at his mercy, waiting, patiently waiting for the conflagration, you were ruined by him, for him. Your dearest sin.

[st4r-bby]

hii, here's my request:

ethan and y/n are kinda into each other, but while dealing w the gf attacks and his dad pressure, ethan notices some weird things about y/n. plot is she is as sick as him (or more) like love from “you” and that female type of crazy that do all for love.

THEN she finds out he's gf and convinces him that his father is the actual guilty of ricky death (bc neglected him blah blah) and turn him against his father and then happy ever after

tnx for the attention baby 💘

I'm not crazy .

movie : scream 6 character : ethan landry (babygirl) pairing : gf!ethan x manipulative!reader summary : they're both crazy for each other. contains : manipulating, they're both slightly toxic, toxic relationship, kind of follows the plot, gore, mentions of murder, murder, etc etccc ! a/n : Y'ALL IM WORKING LIKE A SLAVEE ! ♥*♡∞:｡.｡♥*♡∞:｡.｡♥*♡∞:｡.｡♥*♡∞:｡.｡♥*♡∞:｡.｡♥*♡∞:｡.｡♥*♡∞:｡.｡♥*♡∞♥ Maybe it was your sultry voice, that innocent look in your eyes that drowned him in passion, your soft touch that he wanted every second of every day. Maybe it were those things that made him so obsessed with you and the bare thought of you. The things that made him believe every word coming out of your pretty little mouth. I mean, what angel like you would lie to her boyfriend? You opened the door that led you to Ethan's bedroom, a smile on your face expecting him to be there. Yet, he wasn't anywhere to be found. A pout crossed your lips as you saw his room was empty. When you stepped deeper into his room, a smell of slight iron hit you. You looked around for anything that could've cause it, any clues maybe. And you saw a drop of blood by his closet door. You immediately worried, your mind going to the worst of things. 'Did he get hurt by an intruder? please tell me I won't find his dead body in the closet.' You thought, inching closer to the doors in front of you. You slid open the wooden entrance, your eys widening at what you saw. A ghostface mask. Fresh blood dripped down the white silcone cover, another drop going onto the carpet. You gulped your spit nervously, stepping back from the sight before you heard the creak of a door behind you. You turned around quickly, your pink lips parting in surprise. "Ethan?" You uttered out, your eyes running over his face and figure. He saw the sight before you, his eyes flickering between the mask and you. "Baby--" He started, yet you cut him off. "No, no. It's.. uhm.. you won't hurt me right?" You asked quietly, your sweet tone and voice making him drunk. "No, of course not!" He pleaded, going towards you and taking your soft hands into his. "I would never hurt you, baby." Your pretty eyes gazed up at him with such sweetness, he would never lay a violent hand on you. He leaned down and placed a quick peck on your lips, a smile on his lips. "Just... why?" You asked curiously, sitting him onto the covers of the bed. You sat next to him, your mischevious angelic eyes looking into his soul. He explained his entire story to you, Richie's death, his father convincing his children to follow his path, every single detail. You had to desperately hold in the urge to smirk in his face. "Your dad.. he seriously made you do this?" You asked, a hand resting on his thigh. He hesitated before answering, an exhale escaping his lips. "He.. didn't make me. It was the right thing." He replied, your eyebrows slanting in fake worry/concern. "The right thing? Eth, he's making you kill your friends." You cooed, your hand moving up to his arm. "To think about it, if your father drove Richie to murder.. he's the reason for his death." Your words hit him where it hurted, just how you liked.

"..What?" He uttered, his eyebrows furrowed. "If your father hadn't.. treated him as he did. Richie wouldn't have killed.. and Sam wouldn't have killed him. It's not murder if you're protecting yourself, sweetheart." You explained. His breath hitched, his thoughts wandering to how.. you seemed so right. Your innocent demeanor, your pretty face, your soft voice. What type of angel lies anyways? Days, weeks passed since you told him this and it was the day of act three. The finale. The three killers were lined up, two masked and one unmasked. You and your group cowered in fear (not you really), the two sisters even crying.

Ethan unmasked himself, a sick grin across his face yet his eyes only on you. Just you. He seemed so giddy, so psychotic. Not like you were any differen anyways, maybe just not homicidal. Quinn unmasked herself shortly, raising shock between the group. The three killers spread, Quinn teasing and Ethan taunting. You split from the sisters and went your own way, bumping into Ethan. His grin turned into a smirk, his hand coming to your cheek and kissing you gently. "Hi baby." He greeted sweetly. You giggled and looked up at him, quite quickly Quinn and his father ran into the sight. "Ethan, the fuck are you doing?" Quinn exclaimed, her ginger eyebrows furrowing at the sight of them. "Kill her already." Bailey encouraged, practically enraging Ethan. "Don't. I already know your little game plan. You only need us for the kill, we don't matter to you!" Ethan retorted, pointing the tip of his knife at his dad's head. "I bet you never even cared." "You only liked Richie, but even you cut him down to insanity huh?" He continued, his words causing Quinn to glance at Bailey. "What's he talking about?" She asked. "He won't say it, he's too much of a corward! He's been using us for his own sickness this whole time." Ethan shouts, making you subtly smirk behind him. Ethan was such an easy but pretty boy to sway. ♥*♡∞:｡.｡♥*♡∞:｡.｡♥*♡∞:｡.｡♥*♡∞:｡.｡♥*♡∞:｡.｡♥*♡∞:｡.｡♥*♡∞:｡.｡♥*♡∞♥* I DID NOT HAVE THE TIME NOR ENERGY TO FINISH THIS !! part 2 (not avaliable yet ! who wants a taglist ?)

[tophatwearingidiot]

TRAP AND DEVOUR.

A small Smg4 BREAK THE CYCLE!AU writing for the sillies. A bit rusty on my writing but I think I did well.

AU by: Me (tophatwearingidiot) and @bear-boi-5 Cover art by: @bear-boi-5 Writing by: Me (tophatwearingidiot)

TW/CW: CANNIBLISM, DEATH, VOILENCE, BLOOD AND GORE.

Enjoy reading.

It was dark. The moon shone onto the soft western sand, making it glitter faintly in its light, a noticeable chill in the air. It was quite cold during the nights in this hell hole of a simulation, it felt all too realistic to Saiko. She was walking along the dunes, she came here to do something, something very important. Confronting Meggy. She'd been acting so fucking weird lately, like some crazed person, her ramblings and speech weird, and she had been quite distant, only getting worse each day that passed by. At the same time, Shroomy had gone missing, and it was… unnerving. No one has heard a peep from him in days, he hasn't stopped by with more potatoes, none of his associates: Belle, Whimpu, Jeeves, or anyone else in his group had seen him either. He seemingly just… vanished. She was hoping Meggy may have some insight since she's a bit further out than everyone else… if Meggy didn't know anything she'd try asking Tari to since she's been with Meggy the whole time. She hoped it would give even just a tiny bit of insight, everyone was worried, especially Karen, quite close they are, and she's been worried sick, Saiko just wanted some proof that the mushroom man was ok.

Saiko looked at the rickety, old, lone building… standing in front of it nervously- it smelt kinda fucking bad… she walked up to the door and knocked lightly, the door slowly creaked open, Meggy staring at her with an intense burn of a stare at Saiko. "Meggy." Saiko said softly… "We need to talk." "Oh Saiko! I-It's just you… uhmmm… sure what is it you need to talk about!" Meggy said in a fast-paced manner, opening up the door more, her eyes looking a bit sleepless, hair tangled up and ratty. Saiko started to talk again "Not sure if you're aware but Shroomy's been missing for a bit you uh… seen him?" "Oh nooo… sorry I haven't." Meggy smiled, a bit weirdly. "You haven't seen him at all?" "Nope… not for a couple days, Karen's worried sick…" Saiko said, a bit sadly… Meggy looked to the side a bit- her smile weaking to a nervous one before turning back into a broader one… and crazed-ish. "Why don't you uhm- come in Sai. I haven't chatted with you in a bit, heh." Saiko thought about it… she felt uneasy but, Meggy wouldn't hurt her? Their gf's… with Tari too… it's worth it right? She needed the comfort of them anyway. "Uh yeah sure. Is Tari still with you?" Meggy looked at her and nodded. Saiko felt a bit better…

She stepped inside the house and looked around, it was pretty banged up, but Meggy and Tari seemed to be making it work. Still have no clue why they moved out here though. She walked through the house with Meggy and into what seemed to be a living room. Tari sat on the ripped-up couch just staring blankly, she looked sort of drained- made Saiko slightly worried. Tari looked over and looked a bit nervous for a second before smiling… "Oh Sai… nice to see you…" She said softly. Saiko smiled back and hugged her, she planted a small kiss on her gf's cheek and smiled again, Tari blushing softly. "What are you doing here anyway Sai…" Saiko was about to speak when Meggy answered for her- "Shroomy has apparently gone missing… she wanted to know if you had any insight…" Her voice seemed a bit strained… Tari looked at Saiko and answered quickly, "U-Uhm no, not at all…" her voice seemed nervous, Meggy soon widely smiled and looked at Tari with a stare that could pierce rock. "Tari, you look a bit drained. Why don't you go ahead and go get something to eat. Hm?" Tari got more nervous "Uh- no I think I'm fi-" "Tari. I insist." She interrupted, tone a bit stern. "But I… alright…" Tari got up and walked to the kitchen, opening the door a waft of a rotten smell burst through for only a second, causing Saiko to gag. "Oh sorry… we haven't been able to clean out the kitchen yet, ignore the smell." She said with a softer smile… but it felt fake. Meggy spoke up once more… "Why don't we go for a walk on the dunes? Just me and you, hm?" "Why just us…?" Saiko asked… "Why not? We need to catch up, don't we?" She said… Saiko paused for a second and then replied, "Alright then, should we tell Tar?" "No need. She's an adult, we don't need to say anything. Now let's get out there before it gets too cold hm?" With that the two walked outside.

They talked a little about what had been happening recently in each other's lives, a little bit of laughing, a little bit of sorrow… but it felt nice to Saiko. While they were walking among the dunes, she noticed something. A green and golden hat sitting alone in the sand.

Shroomy's hat.

She paused, Meggy looked over at the hat and then directed her gaze at Saiko, who was already running towards it. She picked up the hat and inspected it, it looked damaged. She looked around a bit and saw something… horrifying. Not too far from the hat was Shroomy. A bullet shot through his head and his body picked apart by animals, what you could only assume to be vultures. She felt a presence right behind her, Meggy who was staring at her blankly. "He needed to go ya know." She said… her voice null of emotion. Saiko's eyes widened "You… YOU FUCKING DID THIS!? MEGGY WHAT IN GOD'S NAME IS WRONG WITH YOU." She screamed angrily. Meggy just… stared… "He's a traitor." "THE HELL YOU MEAN" Saiko shouted back quickly before getting met back with a quickly spoken, angry response, "HE IS A TRAITOR. WREN'S LITTLE FUCKIN SPY. SO, I GOT RID OF HIM." "Spy…? Sp.. SPY!? ARE YOU DENSE. HE DIDN'T DO ANYTHING WRONG. YOU RAT BASTAR-" She was cut off being tackled to the ground, Meggy pinning her down tightly. "YOU DON'T UNDERSTAND SAI. WITH THAT… ABOMINATION THAT IS HIS OTHER SIDE HE WOULD HAVE TAKEN THE OFFER. AND HE DID. SO, HE MUST BE TAKEN CARE OF. I DON'T LIKE THE FACT OF YOUR DENIAL SAIKO BICHITARU." She growled… her voiced crazed and rabid. Saiko struggled, but Meggy dug her hands into her arms more causing a yelp from Saiko… Meggy paused… hearing a small rumble come from her stomach… she smiled sadistically… "You know. I've been a bit… low on food. Been given most of it to Tar but… now that I know you're no better than that Shroom… maybe I'll just have a bite." Saiko looked in pain and in confusion for a second before it turned into a small scream, Meggy bit her leg, and started to dig her pointed teeth in… she quickly began to rip her bottom half up, Saiko screamed loudly in pain, crying out for any help, her screams piercing the air like a knife to butter, but it did not pierce anyone's ears. Her legs were torn up brutally, Meggy swallowing each chunk of flesh like a wild animal, eventually getting down to bone… which she tore from Saiko's body, a loud crack being heard as Saiko screamed more, Meggy continuing to eat… Saiko's voice became shrill as her throat hurt from her screaming… crying buckets of tears… the world started to get darker yet darker as she bled out. She felt so betrayed, so angry as the last bits of her life finally gave out, the last thing she saw was Meggy face… still tearing into the last bits of flesh on her detached leg bones.

END. THANK YOU FOR READING.

[lutawolf]

My Dear Gangster Oppa Commentary Ep 3

I know this asshole did not really say, "you're with this guy again." Bestie's opinion matters more than anyone else's, but he hasn't even met the dude! He's acting more like a parent than a best friend. Hahaha! Tew remembers who Wahl is, and he appears to not be happy about meeting him.

I didn't want to dislike Wahl, but he is pissing me off. Talking to Guy like Guy isn't allowed to make his own decisions. Not cool. This isn't concern, this is controlling. I'm about to smack a bitch. I'm not happy with you Wahl and I don't know if you can redeem yourself.

I have to hand it to Tew. He is being really calm and honestly respectful despite Wahl being a douche to him. Guy, pick the one actually giving you a choice!

I love these bitches. Especially the one in the middle. Muffin is such a cutie too. An apparently lonely cutie. HAHAHA! Way to cock block Guy. I'm here for it. If you stop the time at 6:04 you can catch Guy smirking.

Is anyone surprised that he has to go after making a scene? Suddenly he isn't so concerned he has to take Guy home. Tom is cute, I like him.

That's right Guy! Tell of Wahl!

Did one of them really call him baby face??? I predict Tew showing up.

Called it! OMG, I'm Dead. Guy works up the nerve to ask Tew about what he does for a living. That the gang members seemed scared of him. "Nah, I'm just scary looking." "No. You're pretty good-looking."

This is Tew's reaction.

This is my reaction.

Did dumbass really say he owned a shabu restaurant. He had to know that Guy would then say he'd want to go. Seriously, driver/underling is me. Between his cough, giggle and the way he looks at Guy sleeping on Tew's shoulder.

Tew is so gone. These two dumbasses are so gone for each other. Really asking him if he wants him to wash the shirt. Yes, strip right now. I'll wait. They are adorkable.

Dude is going to buy a restaurant to cover the story he gave his crush. Boy is gone gone.

My reaction to that.

Did home dude really take a nap on some chairs. Hell to the naw. That makes my back hurt just watching it.

Oh! I think we have a secondary couple.

I already like them.

Discount Lennon is at it again. So home chick is not dead, but might as well be. Lawd, how are they not dead with that much white powder. Though I'm not sure it's the same girl. Specially since there are two now.

Did Wahl really ask Guy how he got home??? Guy doesn't tell the full truth, but doesn't lie either. Damn Wahl. You got some nerve. One month anniversary. Why don't you pay more attention to your gf Wahl?

Yay for game friends!

I would punch someone if they talked in my ear like that. HAHAH the look Wahl is giving Guy. I really want to like Wahl, but he ruined it for me. Now I'm just amused.

Tew looking scary and sexy. Niiiiiiice. Villains do it better.

What's this face? Is he shocked? Is he turned on? A bit of both?

So cute! He brought him a cake.

The elevator sequence was weird. Guy concerned because he sees blood. Tew giving crazy eyes. Guy completely forgetting about the blood and turning to mush because Tew is holding his hand. But honestly, some things are worth ignoring for cake and a doting boyfriend.

I mean, these pictures say it all. 🤣🤣🤣 So he beats people up until he is covered in blood. Minor detail in comparison to how he treats you Guy.

You ever heard the quote that an evil queen is just a princess that didn't get rescued. Tew gives me that vibe. The wounded and just wanting love vibe.

Hahaha Tew totally outing them. Oh! Tew was about to make his move. Too slow Tew. Tew, you know you are in love right. Guy is acting like a total dork and you are charmed. That is love.

Oh, the fall troupe again! Though with Guy being the way he is, it's totally believable. The slow mow lean forward like there will be a kiss, but instead he wipes off frosting from Guy's lip. Totally troupe and sooo good. And Guy runs away.

The guild is super cute. I like how frank Tew is. He just lays out his feelings about Wahl to Guy. Throwing down some valid facts, my friend. Ahhh Guy! Why did you let him leave like that? Oh, yay! He chased after him.

Oh, these two idiots are adorkable. So awkward and yet cute.

Not gonna lie. It broke my heart when he didn't hug him back.

The restaurant kills me. Tew is like, it looks crappy. Underling is like, dude, it's not real. Oh lawd, sweet baby Jezebel. You are not normal about that boy, Tew. Not normal about him at all. And I'm okay with that.

Secondary couple. Not over shadowing but still cute.

Guy packing. Bet Wahl ditches him for his gf.

Guys, I'm in love with Tew. He gets it. Life is short, so important people are priority.

How much is that puppy in the window.

I love that Tew isn't shy to show his concern and affection. I adore that Guy didn't care about Wahl and turned around to wave at Tew. He even defends Tew. I mean, he is wrong, but that's not the point here.

Tew's excitement that Guy texted him is adorable.

This is me again.

Ahhh… I'm dead. When he goes, "I'm down bad."

Yes, hunny you are, but I, for one, appreciate that.

Oh, that went sideways fast. *We will talk when I get back.*

I really do enjoy Tul. He is really enjoying Tew and Guy. Me too my dude, me too. Willing to risk the wrath of his boss to tease. Love it.

This face isn't making me feel secure.

In comparison, look at this puppy dog face. So excited for Guy to be back.

OH no... They aren't going to leave us like this, are they?!?! Assholes!!! Nobody talk to me till next Thursday. I am not okay.

[coryosbaby]

Okay so: this is an AU where Ethan isn’t GF but he is still obsessed with the stab movies and he’s dressing as GF as a surprise for sex. (they’ve already discussed the role play and have set safe words even though it isn’t stated. consent is key people!!) (also this was written as an ask in response to someone else so sorry if it’s a little disjointed)

The thrill of him holding a knife next to your throat as he takes the mask off I-

he just grins

“do you like that? your life in my hands? i could cut your throat right. now.” he trails the knife down your chest. “you do like it, don’t you?” you can’t help but gasp in fear and pleasure as the cold steel grazes down your stomach to below your belly button and he applies a slight pressure to your gut.

this is insane. you’ve got a knife held to you and all you can think about it how pretty he is as he took that mask off. you can’t fight how wet you are right now and you feel like this is so wrong and so right at the same time.

“you’re loving this. i bet if I felt you right now you’d be soaking.” and you know he’s telling the truth but you don’t know how far either of you are willing to go, but you’ve never felt so thrilled and aroused before.

“tell me.”

“tell you what?” you manage to squeak out, knife still on your abdomen.

“tell me how this makes you feel. tell me you want me to fuck you. tell me exactly what you’re thinking right now.”

"i- god-"

"god can't save you here, gorgeous"

"ethan i- please i need you to fuck me. need to feel you. i... i'm at your mercy i'm-"

“That’s more like it gorgeous. Tell me how I make you feel.”

“Eth-oh fuck I…” you choke out.

“Cat got your tongue?” he brings the knife back up to your throat. “Come on baby, tell me what you need.”

“Please, please fuck me!” You exclaim, practically shaking from fear and arousal. “I need you-I need you.” you muttered desperately, aching for him. “I’m yours Ethan, please-oh yes!” You cry out as he finally takes off the robe and brings his hands to your pants, unbuttoning them and dropping them to the floor.

“this what you need baby?” he asks, as he finally, finally, touches you like a man starved, hands roaming, eyes drinking you in, breaths in quick pants. instantly you practically shout in exultation “oh fuck!” he has the knife against your stomach as he takes down your underwear and you’ve never been so close to finishing this soon. his fingers work magic against your clit and you’re moaning like you’ve never done before as he takes the hand with the knife and covers your mouth with it as he works you mercilessly.

he takes the knife and very gently cuts just a slight bit of your palm, just enough for a drop of blood, and he licks it delicately off your hand as he inserts a finger, and before you know it you’re screaming his name in ecstasy and pleasure as you come undone, his hands dripping with a tinge of your blood and your cum.

he just grins

THIS IS SO GOOD?? THE WAY HE TALKS?? PLSS

10/10

[obligitory-fma-blog]

I watched the final Netflix adaptation of FMAB. Here’s some of my notes

- “Y’know, I don’t think he has any need for his dad.” Hoenhiem. Uhm you left him he kinda did for a while so idk why you’re being bitter now

- YOOOOO SIG AND IZUMIIIIII

- RAHHHH I LOVE THEM

- Okay the fighting is better this time, less choppy

- Izumi’s actress is ON POINT I LOVE HER

- “I was never much of a proper parent to either of those boys” Ya don’t say. (I’m not a Hoenhiem hater, but I am a Hoenhiem critic.)

- “Maybe you should’ve told them goodbye and talked to them before leaving. Maybe then their grief wouldn’t have taken over.” SAY IT IZUMI

- “I reorganized your insides lol” Hoenhiem you could tell Izumi before you did that?? Creepy man.

- Still didn’t use the music from the original :(

- Okay Ed should be covered in blood after falling into it but he isn’t, just his head bandage. Wtf is up with that??

- GIRLIE I CANT WITH ENVY RN WTF

- WTF IS THE CGI OF THE HUMANS ON HIS MANE (?)

- EW IT GOT WORSE

- Okay how tf did envy knock them onto a stone platform that was LITERALLY NOWHERE TO BE SEEN UNTIL NOW

- Mustang and Riza my beloveddddd

- The actor for General Hakuro is pretty good tho, very weird, but good

- Girlie you walked into some weird shit

- Mustang girlie I luv you so much tho hope you slay this movie

- Oh hi Father

- “Daddy…?” -al “DO I LOOK LIKE YOUR-“ -father

- Also highkey the actor for Envy is really good too

- “How do you know Hoenhiem?” “Technically he’s our father” TECHNICALLY HAHA

- Ed is like “touchy no no, no touchy”

- Girlie you are a creep HANDS OFF THE LITTLE GUY

- Ed’s just like >:/ wtf get off

- WHY ARE YOU PETTING HIM???????

- I feel violated just watching this

- YEAH LING SAVE HIM

- YOOOO WERE GONNA SEE GREEDLING :D

- Ew that’s fuckin goopy (philosophers stone)

- It looks like melted jello ewwww

- Okay idk if seeing greedling is worth it for this shit

- Why is his mind blue???

- Wait did we see greed lose his body in the first one or….

- I don’t think we did???

- Uhhhh idk and I don’t wanna go check because the first one is bad

- Lowkey he’s fine as hell tho

- Mustang looks so damn done lmao

- HE’S SITTINF LIKE THE SHINJI MEME WAIT

- LMAOOO THATS SO GOOD

- okay okay it’s time for me to get my Mustang being a dad moment don’t fail me now movie

- Stfu Bradley no one cares

- WTF WHERES MY MOMENT HELLO

- ARE WE NOT GONNA GET THE 520 CENZ PROMISE??

- I HATE THIS

- Okay Ed, Sig, and Izumi get to interact now :D

- Okay so now we’re getting the scar brother research moment? Outside of Briggs? Cool? I guess?

- Oh hi greedling

- Okay so apparently father killed greed cause he disobeyed him but that’s all we get for that.

- Also this story set up just doesn’t and will never work as well as the first one, so much stuff is intertwined in different events and mixing it all up like this just makes it so confusing and that’s part of the reason why this just doesn’t work

- But I’ll ignore it for the sake of things

- OLIVIER :D

- Mustang and Riza checking in on their kids :D

- I’m so normal about found family

- 5 minutes in Briggs and Ed is already in trouble. In character stuff

- Also we gonna talk about his automail or we just gonna skip over that for plot reasons

- OLIVIER I LOVE YOUUUUUU

- WOMEN ARE HOT

- am I bi

- YESSS ICE QUEEN ICE QUEEN

- “How’s Alex?” “He’s good!” “…shame.”

- Okay sloth looks less weird than I imagine

- OLIVIER WITH THE BOMB :D

- Love her what a Queen

- Still wish they used the original soundtrack I will forever be mad about that

- SLAYYY OLIVIER YASSSSSS

- please marry me

- YEAHHHHHH

- Okay Ed just kicked sloth off of briggs? Girlie even with automail I doubt he could kick him that easy

- So Olivier doesn’t suspect Ed of anything? Out of character, #notmyicequeen

- Also turns out Hakuro and Raven are both the same person in this version??

- Oh Hi Winry

- “If I step out of line, they’ll do something to you.” Awww baby protect your gf

- YEAHHHH OLIVIER AGAIN :D

- “I won’t let anyone do whatever they want in here!” SAY IT GIRLIE YEAHHH

- please I’m begging you marry me

- on my KNEES

- They could not have casted her better

- Bb girl it’s so hard to understand you when you’re so fine I can’t focus

- Okay now Drachama is attacking Briggs

- When Sloth goes back in the hole Raven/Hakuro looks like a grandpa when he’s told he can leave the nursing home for the day to play golf and if that isn’t a summary of the entire us government idk what is

- AWWW WINRY HAS A CHARM ON HER BAG THAT LOOKS LIKE DEN :D

- Sorry Olivier, but it’s so hard to focus on this serious scene with your luscious lips and beautiful face

- She would murder me for saying this all but IDC IF TJAYS HOW I GO THATS HOW I GO

- Alphonse!! :D

- Hoenhiem is like “hUH???”

- He didn’t know about Al’s body????

- Okay bestie :/

- Father of the year fr

- Can’t even keep up with the fact that his son doesn’t have a body smh

- Okay Xerxes time

- ED IS THE SAME ACTOR FOR YOUNG HOENHIEM???

- Okay I get why

- BUT OKAY THEN IG

- Okay cool Xerxes sequence

- “Everybody is dead” lol cringe get good

- Sorry I have the humor of a middle schooler

- Oh hi Greedling

- Am I bi cause THIS MAN

- Okay now it’s Al!Pride time just out of nowhere for no reason?

- “So you’re gonna try and beat me then?” -Pride

- “… nah you’re freaky lol” -Hoenhiem

- Hi again Al

- “Don’t insult my son bitch” okay we love that

- “Okay, let’s all go beat the dwarf in the flask :D” -Hoenhiem

- “NO ONE FUCKING ASKED UGH” -Ed

- MUSTANGGG LOOKIN SPIFFY

- Still mad we don’t get the 520 cenz promise

- AHHHH BLACK HYATE

- LUV HIM

- Also seeing Mustangs team all together is so slay :D

- “Don’t die while we overthrow the government y’all.” -Mustang

- Oh great bad cgi soldier things

- YEAHHH MUSTANG SAVE YOUR SON!!

- Okay good Envy and Mustang will fight :)

- Now it’s time for CRAZY MUSTANG :D

- BURN THE BITCH BURN HIM

- ED LOOKS SO SAD AND CONCERNED :(

- YEAH RIZA STOP HIM STOP HIM

- YEAH ED STOP HIM

- “GIVE IT TO ME FULLMETAL NOW! OR ILL BURN OFF YOUR LEFT ARM!” ANGST ANGST ANGST

- “JUST TRY IT! GO AHEAD! ILL THROW DOWN WITH YOU NOW!” YEAHHHH SAVE YOUR DAD!!

- “YOU PLAN ON STANDING AT THE TOP OF THIS COUNTRY LIKE THAT?!” CRYINF SCREAMINF RAHHHHH

- “YOU KNOW THIS ISNT WHAT YOU WERE STRIVING FOR” PARENTAL!ROY AND ED PEOPLE WE ARE GETTING FED TONIGHT

- YEAH RIZA AND SCAR STOP HIM :D

- The way Ed got ready to fight when Mustang looked like he was going to snap at him I :,)

- “I am a giant fool forcing you all to act this way.” HUG YOUR WIFE AND SON

- “Lieutenant, please lower your gun. I’m so sorry” GONNA CRY NOW

- I still wish we got the 520 cenz promise and I will never not be bitter about that

- I don’t care that it’s not the point of this IM STILL MAD

- OOP BYE ED

- AWWW MUSTANG CALLING FOR ED BEFORE HE GOES :,) WERE GETTING FED GUYSSSS

- Okay I don’t like the fight between Bradley and Fu as much this looks more like stage fighting :/

- That’s the only one so far I didn’t like tho so….

- How tf is Riza gonna survive tho the weird doctor guy isn’t here

- DONT LOOK DIRECTLY AT AN ECLIPSE GUYS WHAT???

- Also those do not go that fast either

- I got to see one and it was really slow but fun ig

- Idk I was like 13 so

- Anyways

- YEAHHH ED HELP YOUR DAD!!!!

- Okay I wish they added colored contacts for this or smth so it’d be similar to the series and make more sense but eh… who knows

- ED YOU GOTTA KEEP HELPING HIM HE CANT SEEEEE

- or get revenge that works too

- Okay cgi for the absorbing god scene is cool

- Alright who’s ready to fight god?

- Am I hallucinating or is the actor for Al also the actor for god!father/Dwarf???

- IM NOT THATS HIM

- OKAY IG

- All the actors for this are really good actually. I can tell they have passion for this. I appreciate that.

- Okay it’s time for Ed to almost die for the 5000th time

- YEAH MUSTANG FUCK HUM UP

- YEAH EVERYONE!!!

- POWER OF FRIENDSHIP YIPPIE

- Also someone get Ed. Or don’t

- Nah cause the creepy guys gonna get him now

- AL

- THIS SCENE WILL NEVER NOT BE SAD TO ME

- DONT TOUCH THE CHILD WEIRDO

- It’s funny cause when I got into this I was younger than Ed and now I’m older than him. Fixation really be lasting a while. It’s the neurodivergence isn’t it.

- YEAHHH NOW WE GET HIM BACK TO HIS BODY :D

- I can’t even tell if it’s good because the series is good or if this is actually a good movie

- Oh hi greed I forgot about you lowkey

- But you’re hot so hiiiiiii <3

- “YOU DARE DISOBEY YOUR FATHER?!”

- “ITS A LATE-STAGE REBELLIOUS PHASE IM GOING THROUGH!”

- Iconic.

- And get punched idiot

- OKAY TIME TO BRING BACK AL

- YEAHHH HOENHIEM TAKING RESPONSIBILITY

- “Let me at least do something fatherly in the end” AHHHHH

- “STOP BEING A DUMBASS DAD” AWWW ED

- “You finally called me dad 🥹” I CANT VISIBLY REACT I DONT WANNA DISTURB MY ROOMMATES BUT AHWHWIWJEVRI

- “I was always a human to begin with. All is one, one is all. Even if I can’t use alchemy, I have great people in my life. My precious friends and family.” STILL THE BEST QUOTE FOREVER

- YEAHHHH RIZA AND MUSTANG WILL FIND A WAY TO GET HIS EYESIGHT BACK

- AWWW WE GET A TRISHA AND HOENHIEM SCENE

- YEAHHH THE BROS COME BAVKKKDHIHZHW

- AND WE SEE HUMAN AL WITH SHORT HAIR

- AWWWWWIEHJEIEHWHWH

- IM NOT NORMAL ABOUT THIS EVER

Conclusion: yep. This got me in the heart, even if it isn’t the show itself. Still stuff that bothered me. But overall, this series of movies is not so bad. Not so great, at times, but not so bad. Honestly, I think they did the best they could and that’s really all I could ask for. And it was nice seeing them all in live action. For this movie, an 8/10. For the series of movies? 6.5/10. Not remotely comparable to the original series, but still a worthwhile watch and something I’d recommend if you want a recap of the series but don’t have time to watch it all again.

Let me know if you all want notes on the first one! I watched it a long time ago but I’ll do it again for y’all. Much love guys <3

[lalunanymph]

Ahem. I saw what you said about Shidou and his pretty pink collar and I wanted to share with you the concept that gives me brain rot everyday:

Shidou with a gf that actually is hella into his violent feral energy!! Like yes daddy kick that loser in the head!!! She calls this man “puppy” even tho he is a whole MONSTER at the very least and everyone gets whiplash when they hear her say it the first time.

Always hits him with a “come here, puppy❤️” and a wave of her hand even when he’s covered in bruises and (likely somebody else’s) blood. I’m so 🥴🥴🥴

nonnie beloved what have you done 😵😵😵 this has completely consumed my brain bc ohmygoshshdh it’s literally a match made in heaven </333 shidou would be so sooo sooo obsessed over an s/o with the same taste for violence like him (mans would literally salivate whenever we raise our voices just the tiniest bit like hello fear play boner) 😭 just imagining his gf who’s like this complete antithesis of him decked in frills lace n whatever girly getup who attracts half of the boys’ attention on the field when she flocks over to him aksjdjdj everyone’s like ‘do we save her?? she’s gonna get mauled !! what do we do ?!’ like they have No Idea™️ how to keep this poor girl from becoming shidou’s chew toy of the week lmaooo but imagine their stunned expressions when we stand on our tippy toes n give ryu a huge wet smack on the cheek 😵 everyone’s like ??? bc shidou has a gf?? who’s not afraid of him ???? n then they watch this absolute hellhound soften in real time for us, leaning down and kissing the top of our heads like ‘hey princess good to see you’ loslndnd imagine how every bllk boi’s jaw would literally drop when we grin n hum ‘let’s go back home daddy wanna see you execute some of those hot moves in bed’ 💔💔

[chidoroki]

182 Days of TPN - Day 43

Chapter 43: “81194”

I never really paid too much attention to the chapter titles until I started doing this, so naturally I was unaware one title was simply Ray’s farm identifier. Yeah I noticed the titles when I first read the manga and when new chapters released way back, but I obviously don’t remember any of them now! I have a hard enough time trying to remember the id’s of the other GF kids. (honestly, I dunno any of them aside from the fullscore trio and Isabella’s).

One of the big reasons why this scene feels so short in anime is, of course, the lack of internal dialogue. We even get a moment of hearing the pursuer’s thoughts later on too, as it tries to figure out if it cornered 16194 (Don) or 81194. Yet another loss because we don’t get to see how hard Ray is pushing his brain into overdrive trying to think of a way out of this mess.

The house didn’t have knives but it had a pair of scissors? Unless it’s also from the infirmary..? I know Krone mentioned the room had a scalpel (which the kids do still have as Ray used it to get water from the anemones two chapters ago) but I don’t remember anything about there being scissors anywhere. Eh, whatever.

My boy is so smart. With one less thing to worry about, he can now focus on his own survival. I love that cocky grin of his. He even seems proud that everyone else managed to stay safe so far.

Damn right you gotta to live! Your family needs you! Better yet, they truly want him in their lives as well! Aaahhh he’s so devoted to Emma & the others (as if he wasn’t for his entire life already) and I just love him so very much.

I am grateful that he was thinking ahead if the worst does happen, but the chances of any of the kids finding this small carved message on this exact tree is so darn slim. This forest is massive and they surely can’t waste any time backtracking with demons lurking.

Though Emma can still hear out of her left ear, we occasionally see her rely on her right a bit more, such as now when the kids react to the pursuer whistling to signal its allies. (She uses a similar method to both ears in ch100 and puts her right ear straight to the ground in ch67.)

Mhhhmm she believes in him so much aahh. Also, head pat! Though the anime changes Chris to Jemima here.

Her wound and all this anxiety certainly isn’t doing wonders for her health. Anndd yet another head pat. (I’m like..so tempted to make a whole post dedicated to all the head pats. maybe. eventually..if I remember.)

She was, indeed, not okay. And I know I shouldn’t be impressed that she lasted this long but.. I am. On top of all the blood loss and her whole body heating up, she’s been running for her damn life, while also keeping everyone else safe, and now she’s panicking that one of her best friends could potentially be captured and eaten.. that’s just a lot to handle at once. This girl has been suffering physically, mentally and emotionally for way longer than necessary.

Can’t deny the anime made the whole forest look real pretty though.

Favorite panel/moment:

When a moment is so good we get three variations of it! HELL YEAH! (goes without saying but the cover to volume 6 is one of my favorites).

End of volume 5.

[pnf-lover98]

Some thoughts on Good Omens season 2

Last night I finally finished watching the new Good Omens season, and now that I’m officially done screaming about it, I would like to take my time to share some thoughts on this much awaited season 2. Brace yourselves guys, this is going to be a long boi.

Thank you so much for this new adventure, @neil-gaiman, and for making come true my impossible dreams of having Beelzebub and Gabriel canonly together! 🙏

When I first read that there was going to be a season 2, my immediate first reaction was ‘oh no’. I’m generally not a fan of the word “sequel”, because you can never know if a ‘part 2’ is going to be the best thing ever, or if it’s going to be the death of what you used to consider a masterpiece. I love the first season to bits, and when I bought and read the book right after finishing watching, I found the original Good Omens to be just as amazing as its series version. There were scenes that I liked more the way they were written in the book, and some that felt better in the show, but book and series were both amazing in their own ways. And I surely didn’t want a sequel to potentially ruin all of those good memories. But when the first news started to come out about this GO2, I started to feel some hype.

After around 1 year spent in the fandom, and a total of 4 years spent loving the book/series, when I actually got to watch the new season I couldn’t help but feel disappointed by the vast majority of the episodes. Because it looks exactly like the first season, with the costumes, and the sets and everything, but it feels nothing like it.

The first Good Omens did so much for me, also in terms of helping me fight my personal demons. You guys probably don’t know much about what I am like as a person, as I pretty much only share my art here on this blog. But in real life, I have a fairly awful high sensitivity to blood - and specifically if the blood is associated with scenes of violence or where a character is in pain. I have little to no barriers to defend myself from what I get thrown at in movies and media, as I have nearly no ability to put up walls between me and the characters I am looking at. If someone is in pain, then to some extent I’m in pain as well, and if I come across a particularly violent scene, it usually doesn’t take much for it to show up somewhere in my nightmares. Back when the trailer came out for the first season, it took me two months to finally decide to give in to the temptation and watch the show on Amazon Prime. Because this was a series with real actors (I usually trust cartoons more because it’s a safer space) that revolved around angels and demons, no less! And every time Crowley looked deep into the camera, my mind was taken back to Bipper’s snake eyes from Gravity Falls, and on how many nightmares and bad memories the GF fandom gave me when fans aggravated what Bill Cipher did in canon. Bill was such an evil demon, why would I have ever wanted to risk watching other demons in action? But when I did watch the episodes, I saw just how safe GO was. The worst thing that those demons, who called themselves to be so evil and so cruel, did was to set fire to a convent, show their sharp teeth or turn into slugs. There was no blood, no form of violence, no guts shown, no monsters that could make me feel uneasy. And after getting acquainted with Crowley as a character, his snake eyes eased the discomfort I felt towards Bipper’s. By the end of the series, I had no issue looking at him ‘eye to eye’, the bad memories replaced by new positive ones.

What I came to feel towards Good Omens was complete, whole-hearted trust. GO wasn’t going to hurt me, nor in the book nor in the show. So, the first and most important thing that hurt me (in a completely personal way) in this season was just how everything became drastically more bloodied. How gruesome Furfur’s video looked and sounded, how odd it was to have brain-eating zombies with clothes covered in blood of their victims, how terrifying the Resurrectionist guy was. I straight up skipped all of the part where the guy tells Aziraphale and Crowley about his job, because the single sentence “criminals’ bodies were no longer enough” sent a massive alarm ringing in my head, making my heart sink. I knew where things were heading to, because several months ago I came across the same kind of horrible topic in some sort of documentary - and the concept of what was said that day so many months ago hit me like a train, leaving me sat up in my bed at 5 am, concretely dreading the possibility to fall asleep again and have another bad dream. Judging how sharp of a moral U turn Aziraphale did on the whole ‘digging up bodies’ topic, stating that it 'relieves human suffering', I’m guessing that my decision to skip was the right choice. And all of that gruesome stuff, that to me couldn’t help but feel completely uncalled for (Did Crowley really need to tear away the mask of a demon who had a wounded/decomposing chin to find out that they were all demons, when he had a minotaur-looking guy right next to him?) completely destroyed that trust that the first season created in me.

But aside from this, the rest of the episodes didn’t really convince me also because I felt the pacing to be very uneven (episode four was 40 minutes of Aziraphale and Crowley’s shenanigans, with no mention of Gabriel and his yet to be solved mystery, and no screen time for Nina and Maggie either), and this unevenness often made the scenes boring to watch. Because as much as I like Azi and Crowley’s shenanigans, I would have much preferred to have them more evenly intertwined with their present situation, instead of having long chunks of the episode that make you forget about the rest of the characters and then a sixth episode so intensely filled with stuff. None of the new characters that were introduced really lit up a spark of interest in me. If you ask me who I would like to make fanarts or write stuff of, I would tell you none of them. Nor Shax, nor Muriel, nor Furfur nor the smallest appearances like the eyepatch demon. But I guess it’s going to take some time for me to see if I will really make no fanarts of anybody, because it took me a rough month after the first season before I took interest in Beelzebub’s character and started making fanarts of them.

Talking about my beloved Beelz, the one single character that I liked the most in S1 (and in the Tadfield Airbase scene in book Omens)... I didn’t like Shelley Conn in Lord Beelzebub’s role. I have nothing against her as a person, or as an actress, it’s just that this Beelz looked and moved and behaved nothing like the Beelz I spent 4 whole years liking and being familiar with. Even if she did grow on me a little bit in the last episode.

There were still amazing parts in every episode, it’s undeniable. David Tennant’s acting remains top tier - from his facial expressions, to his funky walk up in heaven. It was nice to have some of the original crew back (I was particularly delighted to have Dagon and Eric back, for example!), and it was a very fuzzy and nice feeling to have so much of what I used to see every day across the fandom represented in canon screentime. We saw Crowley making stars and being a high-ranking angel in his past (much like the ‘Crowley was Raphael’ theory that I’ve always liked), we saw Beelz turning into swarms of flies, we got the hall of Hell where the damned get assigned to the various brackets and it looked exactly like I envisioned it to be…

… And above all, I got an impossible dream come true. All through these past 4 years, I’ve been a major Ineffable Bureaucracy fan. What started out as a ‘Why not?’ turned into me writing over a dozen fanfiction, drawing several fanarts of them, coming up with several possible backstories that could lead them to be together eventually. A small ‘why not?’ turned into me having the time of my life for over a year, projecting onto those two impossible lovers all of my dreams of the perfect romance I never had in real life. But we were such a small fraction of the fandom - the most popular of the minor ships, according to someone in the fandom that made a pie chart based on the number of Ao3 fics and of fanarts for each ship, but still a rough 3 percent at best - and deep down I knew that there were no chances of us getting canon. I was disappointed by this thought, of course, but I eventually got to be fine with it; maybe the best part of our ship was that, not being canon, each fan could build an entirely different story for Gabriel and Beelz. Maybe the best part of our ship was this huge choir of harmonizing and dissonating voices.

I went into this season 2 with a completely relaxed mindset about this. “It’s lost or it’s found”, I told myself; if we’re getting something it’ll be a miracle, but if we won’t get anything it won’t be the end of the world. But having such an impossible ship to become canon so out of the blue, and with such a sweet series of clips…! I could see so much of the old fanarts in what we were shown; how many of us (me included) have had them hanging out in bars on Earth? And I still remember clearly how there was this one artist who drew one comic where Beelz had a fly coming out of their mouth like canon Beelz did! Seeing those flashbacks unfold brought me an unmeasurable sense of joy. The kind of squealing with skipping up and down, kind of joy no less. “If this is a dream, don’t wake me up!” I told my computer screen, as I kept my hand covering my huge grin in disbelief. And out of every possible backstory that could have led them to get together, what we were given was very close to what I would have personally chosen for them, and to what some of my favorite fanfictions chose for them.

In conclusion of this long rant… This Good Omens 2 was a big rollercoaster of emotions, for me - but I would dare say that it was like this for everyone who watched it. And you can be sure that, as soon as I’ll set a foot down from the rollercoaster’s cart and my head will stop spinning from the fear and the thrill and the overwhelming joy of the unexpected, I’ll start making new Good Omens content. Thank you to everyone who took their time to read everything.

[hollandorks]

helllllooo i've been gluten free because i'm intolerant at the very least and currently in the middle of getting tested for celiac disease. I'm here to bestow some ✨️knowledge✨️

testing -

So, I've know I am gluten intolerant since I was at least in my teens. I had a family practitioner tell me I'm intolerant because I have bad eczema (comorbid with celiac) and basically told me to lay off the gluten. I went GF in 2020 and didn't go back.

recently, i went into my gastroenterologist to complain of heartburn and was trying to get on prilosec rx so i could have insurance cover it. I mentioned I am GF and I mentioned some comorbidities and they scheduled me for a celiac blood test and a upper endoscopy.

you can mention it to your doctor. at the very least, you can ask for the celiac blood test. they'll probably want a metabolic panel anyway if you are visiting the gastroenterologist for the first time. you don't want to stop eating gluten until after the blood test is done because it picks up the antibodies caused by the reaction to gluten (i had to eat gluten again for a month before my test) if there is no gluten in your system, it'll skew the test. If you aren't concerned about celiac testing, then you can go gluten free and see if it helps you out! I was going to try out GF for a month but i ended up feeling so much better after a couple of weeks i just stopped eating gluten lol

GF diet -

There are GF alternatives for pretty much everything so when you decide to quit, there is Udi's brand for most breads. you'll find those in the frozen food aisle near the garlic bread. Udi's is what most restaurants stock too if they have GF options.

For pasta, there is Barilla. Barilla is my fave brand for GF pasta. Texturally, pasta was the hardest to find a substitute for but Barilla is the closest. The only drawback is it doesn't reheat very well. Pho noodles (the skinny glass ones) are made out of rice and are naturally GF as well.

Bob's Red Mill and Pillsbury make the best GF 1:1 flours for baking. I prefer Pillsbury for sweets and Bob's for rouxs and savory doughs like bread. Pillbury also has a really REALLY good GF pizza dough kit.

Besides that, there are bunch of GF recipes on the internet. you can also look for recipes labeled atkins because that is a carb elimination diet so they usually don't include any bread or sub out bread with like vegetables (like spaghetti squash pasta or cheese crisps instead of crackers) Steer clear of products/recipes labeled keto, however. That's also a carb elimination diet but all the labels i look at still have gluten in them in some way.

I can give you some chain restaurants that do GF if you want! I don't want to overload you with info.

i hope this helps and i hope that I didn't overstep in anyway! i saw your post and I know going GF is daunting but it is definitely doable! 🫶

Oh my gosh this is so helpful!!! Thank you!!

I definitely want to do the testing for celiac so that's all very good to know (I have some other blood work I need done so maybe I can just like throw that in??). Can you tell me why they required an upper endoscopy? I had one done in like 2017 for something unrelated but everything came back clear (so basically I don't want to have to do that again if I don't have to 😂)

Thanks sooo much for the food and brand info too. I already use Barilla regular pasta so the switch should hopefully be easy! I'd love some info on chain restaurants too if you don't mind!

Also my last question is like.....if it's not an allergy then is the only way to be sure just to eliminate it?? (I mostly have GI symptoms, no allergy or eczema stuff and so far my doctor is just shrugging and saying it's probably IBS, but it definitely does not act like IBS)

[94blazed]

GHOST

Pairing: KTH x reader

WC: 1.7k

Genre: smut, crack

Rating: M (minors dni)

Warnings: dom tae, blood, rough sex, cøck warming, overstimulation, non consensual, alcohol consumption, murders, praise kink. •pls lmk if i missed any :)

Summary: with killings going around in your town. taehyung invited you to a halloween party jk was hosting at a abandoned asylum but only to find out your bf was nowhere to be seen..

A/N: ghostface inspired. based on singularity taehyung

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Ringing and dialing again leaves you with no answer. Giving up you head upstairs to your room, undoing your covers and plopping into the sheets.

Opening your photos you come across a couple of flyers you took of halloween parties to attend. While reading the information you jump at the sound of knocks on your window. Looking over to see taehyung being the one responsible. Walking over you lift up the latch to let him in.

“I’ve been calling you all night. why didn’t you pick up?” “my phone died, see” furrowing your eyebrows you dropped the topic. “Hey there’s a halloween party kook is hosting- its at that one abandoned asylum by 67th street, it’s tomorrow if you’re down to hit the place” “you read my mind. i was actually looking at some rn” smiling at your response he leans in latching onto your lips taking a bite of your lower lip. Gasping you bite back returning the favor only for it to come back as a pin to the bed. You look up to see taehyung staring into you with hungry eyes… “what” “i can’t look at my gf now?” “i never said that” rolling your eyes. Tae lifts himself off of you and onto his feet, walking over to the window and throwing his leg over the ledge. “I’ll see you tomorrow then.” he smirks. and with that he’s gone.

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NEXT DAY - 10:34 PM

Scrolling on twitter you come across a few trending posts about the killings in your town. giving it a few thoughts now you’ve been having mixed feelings about going out tonight.. having the worst case scenarios play in your head… With a horn snapping you out your thoughts, that was your queue to pick up your backpack and run outside to meet jimin. “Sorry i was a little late but the later the better” you let out a laugh plopping into the passenger seat.

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Hearing the bass boosted music lets you know you’re here. stepping out you see people packing the front entrance, to the side you see the party host himself. “Hey y/n i’m so glad you made it, jimin wth are you supposed to be a carebear?” you let out a laugh. “You think you’re so fucken funny- no! i’m a power ranger stupid. where in the hell did you get carebear from” “I was just fucking with you, but the rest of the guys are inside. help yourselves out with the drinks” he says throwing a wink.

“He gets me so irritated sometimes” jimin lets out “he was only joking chim, but then again carebears are cute so” “exactly.” Making your way into the entrance you set your goal to find taehyung.

Instead of tae you come across the rest of the boys, coming up to them you make your usual greetings and ask if any of them have heard from taehyung. “He was gonna ride with me but he said he was going solo” joon shrugs. “He said he had to help his dad out with something, i’m pretty sure that’s why he stayed back” yoongi announces. Nodding you walk over to one of the medicine cabinets that was in the room to slip in your backpack. Turning around you see hobi taking a few shots of patron with some girls. Walking up beside him you take one in your hand and down it. Feeling the burning sensation rundown your throat helped you get the motivation for a few more.

With now all the boys coming around doing jell-o shots, jager bombs, melon balls, etc.. had you living. With the amount of alcohol in your system you were burning up wanting a bit of fresh air you start wandering around the abandoned building. Losing the flashing lights you walk upstairs to a room that looks like it could’ve been where they used to strap down the patients. A stretcher in the corner, scattered papers on the ground, blood stained tiles and a few broken windows.

Bringing your head out the window you feel the cool breeze hit your face, loving the way it brings down your body’s temperature. Looking down you see that the party reaches even outside. “Jungkook really knows how to throw down a party”

Turning around to head back. your back had met with the wall behind you. “Wtf” looking up you see someone hovering over you with a ghost like mask. Trying to scream the stranger slaps his hand over your mouth turning you front first against the window ledge. “Dont be so loud, you see all those people? you’ll get us caught.”

Obeying you stayed quiet “good girl” pressing his lower half against yours had you feeling his erection. “Has anyone told you how good you look in that outfit you chose tonight” “yeah, but it would’ve been better if it was my bf instead” “and where is this so called bf” “didn’t end up coming..” silence from the both of you surfaced.

“What an asshole. you deserve better babe” dragging his finger along your jawline. “yeah? then show me” “take off the shirt then” surprised at the command you did as what you were told. dropping the material on the ground.

Dragging his hands over your skin to cup your clothed breasts “now your bottoms princess” you follow up tugging on the fabric of your shorts, you start pulling them downwards while slowly backing up against his erection. Hearing a low groan you knew exactly what he wanted. Dropping his hands he goes to cup your bare ass in his own hands giving them a squeeze. “Did your bf know how to handle this” feeling petty you answered “yeah. he sure did” “mmm” he finished. Feeling your right cheek lose warmth you feel his hand traveling to your lower region and slipping past the band of your panties..

Slipping out a moan- made you want to slap yourself mentally who knew you’d be this turned on from a man in a mask..“you’re fucken leaking holy shit”. With that he continued to place his thumb on your clit and plunge the rest into your hole with no given warning. “Ahh” you let out “shhh- you’re going to get us caught. i mean do you want to be the center of attention. the hot topic of this fucking week” public humiliation is one thing but wanting to get caught is another and if you’re being quite honest you have quite a turn on for the second option.

“Then hurry up and fuck me” earning yourself a low moan from the man behind you. “I was just getting there babe” with that he’s ripping off your panties, the cold breeze hitting your arousal had you aching. Hand on your back pushing down along the ledge, feeling the pieces of glass scraping along your belly. Hearing the sounds of spitting you turn around to see him pumping himself- you were more focused on the fact he had the same birth mark as taehyung… you just might’ve found him.

Turning back around you prepared yourself with a thrust, gasping your whole lungs out at the feeling. Bottoming out he lets out a soft moan. Staying there for the adjustment he soon starts to pull back- hips slamming right back against the plush of your ass. The alcohol was not helping with how hot it was starting to get, “shit- you’re fucken squeezing me.” You’re practically arching over the window from the way hes dragging his dick out. “fuck go faster tae” even with him still being stuck in euphoria he didn’t miss the last part. so he asked you to repeat yourself one more time. “say. it. again” whining you continued “i said go faster taehyung”

With that he took off his mask not taking the heat anymore- hair sticking to his forehead he proceeded “how’d you know it was me?” smirking you say “cus no one fucks me better like you” that was one way to pick up the pace. Moaning audibly at the way taehyung plunged right at your gspot. "Holy shit" your body instinctively leaned forward scrapping the remaining paint from the windows border, giving taehyung the opportunity to go deeper.

Clenching down on tae gives you a hiss of satisfaction. “Drunk on this pussy omg. i just cant get enough” taehyung knows how crazy you go for praises and that just sped up the process within your orgasm. “Taehyung- fuck im gonna come” in a swift move he places his hand around your throat pulling you up against him. receiving a kitty lick on your earlobe before he speaks. “Don’t cum until i say so” whimpering at his response you obey. He felt the way your walls tightened around him, letting him know you were about to come down. So he picked up his pace practically ramming you against the wall- losing feeling in your legs you were ready to give out until “shit- now y/n” your band snapping- both receiving a flash of ecstasy. warm fluids dripping down along your thighs. He yet hadn’t removed himself from inside you only to rest his head along your back. Inhaling deeply, until you both caught back up with your regular breathing pace. Feeling the emptiness of him slipping out of you. he then helped you out on putting your clothes back on. he even ripped those favorite pair of panties you owned.

Making your way downstairs with the help of taehyung, meeting up with the rest of the group leaning into your ear he asked “so how’d you really know it was me?” looking up you smile- “i saw your birthmark.” He mentally cursed at himself but made an 'O’ shape to the given answer. putting on a fake smile he excuses himself to find the bathroom.

TAE POV

Damping a towel into the toilet water, he brings it to glide across the bloody knife in his hand. giving it a good clean for any evidence left behind. Getting up from his crouching position he gives a light kick to the victim on the floor for any signs of life. “What an idiot” he smirks. turning to make his way through the dark hallway. leaving the poor man to be swallowed up by the darkness.

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A/N: thank you sm for reading! I'm hoping I fit to your expectations :,) feedback is much appreciated, either way you guys reading my story is all I need <3 thank you again!

[carolmunson]

girls just wanna have fun

a rockstar!eddie x actress!reader / boxer!steve/librarian!gf crossover extravaganza.

Get ready for the FEELINGS train, it’s rolling in! Today’s lesson is on minding your own business before you get your feelings hurt. The girls have a girls day after being bored at the gym and we learn a little something about everyone here in crossover land. God forbid I ever write a real happy ending and if you didn’t want Boxer!Steve and Actress!Wife to fuck, you might by the end of this crossover. (One day I’ll write Rockstar!Eddie smut, I promise.) To get the full effect, please listen to Madi Davis’s cover of ‘Girls Just Wanna Have Fun’ near the middle to the end. It’s what I listened to on a loop while I wrote this. For context, I might recommend reading ‘Not Givin’ It Up’ part one and part two but long story short, Rockstar Eddie and Actress Wife separated for half a year after a lot of promises of Eddie getting clean and always coming up short. He’s semi sober now, just not doing opiates and we are PROUD OF HIM! I’m not a huge Y/N girl, so for all purposes I’ve inserted the name Stella for actress!wife and Libby for librian!GF as approved by @rollergirlworld​ who also helped me in the creation of this crossover! WORD COUNT: 9k+ WARNINGS: Swearing, controlling behavior, addiction and drug mention, fighting (boxing), blood, sexual innuendo, some sexy shower stuff but no sex. All around sadness but plenty of cuteness – we stan the girls. Lastly, there’s definitely some mistakes in here and I don’t care. Also, if you’re under 18, don’t read my content.

The drive was longer than you’d hoped, traffic was unbearable, you were sweating — and now you had to go sit in a boxing gym and watch two stupid boys work out and box for who knows how many stupid hours. Your only saving grace was getting to spend a couple days at the beach house and getting to see Steve Harrington’s little woman. The sun beat down on the convertible, a dark cherry red ‘71 Jaguar. It was a gift from Eddie on your twenty-fifth birthday, which was only a little funny because you never really got to drive it.

“Was this secretly a gift for you?” you asked, sliding into the passengers seat to head to your birthday party. “What?” he feigned offense, but he knew you were right, “No, of course not, baby. You just look so good in red.” You rolled your eyes at the lie, but still let a laugh sneak out between your teeth. Today, you wished he hadn’t put the top down, it was too humid. It had been a drizzly month and the rain felt trapped in the air even with the sun out. Thick, sticky, and unforgiving even with the wind whipping your faces. Eddie on the other hand loved watching your hair fan out behind you on the high way. He loved your little squint you made before you’d put your sunglasses on. Big, vintage cateye ones he snagged for you at a big flea market somewhere in Massachusetts on an east coast tour. “Said they were from the 60s, surprised how cheap they were,” he said, passing them to you in the case, “They got a lot of weight to them. I liked the little engravings on the inside. Kinda cool, right?” “I love the tortoise print,” you said, folding them over in your hands. He always rambled when he thought you weren’t going to like something – when the gift wasn’t extravagant. When he was nervous you were going to think something was stupid. It couldn’t be further from the truth of course, there wasn’t anything he could get you or find for you that you would think was stupid. The case balancing on your thigh toppled to the ground. Before you could think, he bent down to pick it up. “You were saying in New York you wanted a pair like that, so – I did my best,” he smiled, still squatting and letting his hand rest on your knee. You tried them on and he dramatically put a hand to his chest, toppling over just like the glasses case. “Oh baby, you’re killin’ me,” he said from the floor, “You look so pretty.” That had been a good day until he got arrested for indecent exposure and public intoxication outside of Rainbow bar. You pleaded with the cops to let him go, that he was just too fucked up and you’d take him home – he didn’t mean anything by it. Eddie couldn’t keep his mouth shut though, “Fuckin’ pigs,” pouring out of his lips in a haze while the cuffs got tighter on his wrists. You bailed him out later and he passed out in the back seat of the Chevrolet, liqour on his tongue and coaine residue still on his nose. You used all of your strength training to help carry his dead weight to bed – only making it to the couch in the main first floor sitting room and covering yourselves up with a cashmere blanket. You kept him on his side and stayed up the whole night rubbing his back until he woke up and ran to the bathroom to puke – starting your day with a cocktail of ibuprofen and electrolytes. You were jostled out of your memory when the car pulled into the gym’s parking lot. You noticed the condominiums that Steve and his little woman lived in were merely steps away. Made sense, you guessed, since he had to train so often – even if they were only here for a few months out of the year. “You okay, sweet thing?” Eddie asked, taking the keys out of the ignition. He reached out to rub your shoulder but you pulled out of his grasp, getting out of the car. The vintage white tennis dress you wore suddenly felt suffocating even while the skirt of it flounced at the tops of your thighs. “Hey,” Eddie said, coming around to your side of the car. His tone changed, more worried while he tried to scan your features through your sunglasses, “Baby, you alright?” You took a deep breath through your nose and nodded while taking your sunglasses off. You reached into your purse and put them back in the case, “I’m okay, Ed.”   He reached over your seat and pulled his gym bag out from behind it, slinging it over his shoulder. His wife beater riding up showing off the top of his black shorts and his tight stomach – a smattering of hair trailed down past the band. “You upset with me?” he asked, putting his hand back on your shoulder. He could feel how tense you were under his touch. You both had been practicing being more communicative about your feelings after he got clean. He knew he had a long way to go, that you didn’t owe him forgiveness all the time. He’d beg you to tell him what you were thinking about when you got distant so you could talk it through. He wanted to hear you be mad at him, ‘It’s not healthy to hold that in baby, you gotta tell me. It’s okay if it hurts my feelings, I hurt your feelings first.’ “Just thinking about something from before,” you confessed. He put his gym bag on the pavement, touching the edge of his Converse to the edge of your sandals, your perfectly manicured toes looking so different from his beat up sneakers. “You wanna talk about it?” he asked, eyes so gentle on you that you’d tell him the sky was red if he asked. The way he’d throw away everything to hear one word come out of your mouth. “It doesn’t matter, it was in the past,” you shake your head but he doesn’t buy it. He reaches forward to brush some stray hairs out of your face, his calloused fingers grazing your cheek. “It does matter,” his tone gets serious but his touch is soft, “Don’t say that shit to me, Stell. It does matter if it’s making you upset.” “I was thinking about one of those nights outside of Rainbow,” you mumbled, looking down at both of your shoes. Your arms instinctively crossed across your chest, a habit Eddie caught you developing when you talked about something that made you uncomfortable – like you wanted to protect yourself from the memory. “The night I gave you those glasses?” he asked, nodding down to your purse, “I remember.” You laugh a little, “I’m surprised. You were so fucked up.” Eddie laughed back with you, your smile making his chest swell and his breath catch in his throat a little. He could never get over how sometimes it felt like he was talking to you for the first time all over again. “Come here, pretty girl,” his voice was a little gruff while he wrapped his arms around you, squishing your crossed arms against your chest. “It’s okay to still be mad about that,” he ran a hand soothingly on your back, “I’m still mad at me, too.” “It feels stupid,” you said into his chest. “It’s not stupid,” he said, “Whoever is telling you it’s stupid? Is stupid.” You moved back from his grasp and smiled up him, his boyish toothy grin shining down at you, “You’re stupid.” “You’re stupid,” he challenged back before peppering your face in kisses. The way he knew would make you giggle. “You here to box or you here to kiss cheerleaders under the bleachers, Munson?” Big, Steve’s trainer, was at the entrance door, “He’s gonna be pissed that you’re late.” “By two minutes, you serious?” Eddie hoisted his gym bag up over his shoulder again, reaching for your hand for you to follow into the lobby. Low and behold, there’s King Steve, broody as ever refilling his water bottle. It was clear he trained before this with Big, waiting for his chance to train Eddie after – almost like a pre-game to get the rest of his rage out. Sweat glistened on his shoulders and biceps, down his defined chest. You couldn’t help but feel your cheeks burn a little at the sight of him, boorish but so hot. You would’ve had a poster of him if you were still a teenager in Syracuse. Even just shy of an inch shorter, he loomed big and powerful over Eddie when he approached him. He stared at Eddie down the slope of his nose, “You’re here on my time, Munson. If she’s gonna be a distraction, she can go.” Eddie’s arm protectively reaches for you to pull you in. Steve doesn’t even look at you while he says it.You started to understand why Eddie didn’t like him. Never a kind word to spare anyone except – “Wait! Wait, before you go to the locker room!” Ms. Harrington burst out of the gym doors with a book in her hand getting between Eddie and Steve, “Here.” Eddie took the book, smiled, and looked down at Libby who was gasping to catch her breath after running the length of the gym, “Night Things, Michael Talbot – kind of freaky like Labyrinth but scarier.” “Fitting, considering how much you remind me of the babe,” he sing-songed while fishing a different book out of his gym bag. He ignored Steve’s clenched jaw, but you notice his hands ball to fists by his sides. “Preferred The Elementals, but Babylon was okay – 4 stars,” Eddie said, passing the book back to Libby. She cradled the copy of Cold Moon over Babylon to her chest. “Fair review. I totally agree,” she said, now walking back into the gym with Steve following close behind her, “I’ll try to pull something more Tolkien next time.” “If it’s from you hot stuff, I know it’ll be g–OOF!” You watched it happen in slow motion even with how swift it was. Steve sent a hard jab to Eddie’s abs without warning, sending him hunched over. You stifled a laugh even though you did feel bad, that had to hurt. “That was bare knuckle man, that’s not ever fair,” Eddie gasped, holding onto the door frame, “Holy shit, dude.” Steve didn’t respond, just put his arm around Libby and walked her further into the gym. She turned her head around and mouthed, “Sorry!” to you, but she had nothing to apologize for. “You gotta get a hold of yourself, Munson,” you teased, rubbing your hand on his back while he stood back up to full height, “You okay, handsome?” “I’ll be fine,” he said, stretching out a little, putting the new book in his bag. “Plus, I got a real hot nurse to take care of me at home,” he winked, reaching for her hand again, holding it until they got to the locker room. You watched him disappear behind the double doors with a frown. The leather was stiff on the benches by the ring, you and Miss Harrington sat there with a magazine in your hands while the boys sparred. Sharing eye rolls to each other while they argued over whether Eddie could block or if Steve was just taking cheap shots. (If you’re wondering, Steve was just taking cheap shots.) You watched them for a minute, wincing while Eddie got a right hook to the face – not hard enough to break the skin but hard enough to send him into the ropes. “If you don’t keep your hands up…” Steve started, pulling him off the ropes, “You’re gonna get a concussion.” “Ugh, so right, don’t wanna end up like you,” Eddie loved a sassy retort, spitting blood out into the bucket in the corner of the ring. Eddie put his gloves up in time to block the next roll of punches toward his face. “Y’know his right hook is getting really good,” Libby said from behind her magazine, “He’s a natural at jabs.”

“I don’t know what that means,” you frowned, “But his backhand is getting really good, I can tell you that.” Libby’s nervous giggle floats out from behind the glossy pages in front of her. “Do you always just sit here and watch him practice? Don’t you get bored?” you asked. You hoped she’d say yes so you’d feel less guilty about being bored yourself, you’d already counted the flourescent lights over your head four times. “Oh! Um…” Lib looked at you, then back to the ring where Steve looked over at her. “I’m gonna go get my nails done I think, you should come! My treat,” you offer, “You deserve a break.” “Ah..um, okay, yeah,” she agreed, sliding her Keds back on and leaving the magazine on the bench behind her. “HEY!” Steve’s voice boomed across the gym even though you were only twenty feet away at most. Steve looked menacing, breath flaring out of his nostrils like a bull ready to strike, his eyes fixed on his girl. “Sit back down,” he spat, words coated in dominance, “Where d’you think you’re wanderin’ off to, angel?” “I’m taking her to get her nails done,” you stepped in front of Libby, feeling responsible for her safety. The way he looked at her made you feel uneasy, but you’d been around types like him before.   “I didn’t ask you,” he barked, “I asked my woman.” “Woah man, don’t talk to my wife like that,” Eddie yelled coming up behind him, only stopped by a quick gloved jab to the chest. “Shut the fuck up Munson,” Steve turned his attention back to Libby, his voice softening, “Sit back down, honey.” “I think I’m gonna go, Stevie. I’ll be back soon!” she squeaked out, grabbing your arm and taking off in a scurry with you out of the gym. You heard Steve’s exasperated sigh, a stern ‘Learn how to fuckin’ block,’ before the squeak of their sneakers disappeared behind the gym doors. “Whew! Y’know, I just stay cause there’s nothing else to do,” she confessed, a little embarrased. “Not a bad view, I guess. Surpised you didn’t just sit back down,” you said with a little shiver, “With that voice? I would’ve.” “Oh his big bad man act? Please,” she scoffed, adjusting her glasses, “He just wants me to be around to give him a kiss when he’s done.” “We’ll get you back in time for that,” you tossed her a wink, Libby blushing the same way she does when Eddie tells her she’s cute. The air outside is still hot and sticky and with a huff to your banfgs you put the top back up on the Jaguar. “Let’s take my car,” you call over while Libby steps over to their Caddilac. “Steve said it’s a death trap,” she’s nervous to let go of the Caddy’s handle, you can tell she’s thinking about all the things he doesn’t want her to do. “He thinks it’s a death trap because Eddie drives it,” you laughed, “It’s my car. He wouldn’t have bought it for me if he thought I’d get hurt in it, Lib.” “He bought you this car?” she asked, her eyes wide like saucers. Her hand fell to her side from her car’s handle. “He can’t stop buying me cars,” you groaned, popping into the drivers seat and leaning over to open her door, “Don’t act surprised. Didn’t Steve buy you a whole house in Indiana?” “I mean yeah, but that’s our house,” she blushed, bouncing into the passengers seat. The white leather sticking to the backs of her thighs, “It’s for our future. Y’know he wants to open a gym over there? For kids?” “Why? So he can grind their bones to make his bread?” you asked, putting a hand behind her head rest to pull out of the lot. “So sorry, it’s like Ed just spoke through me,” you said, feeling guilty at the joke, but Libby laughed all the same. Her eyes lingered on you, like she couldn’t believe that you looked graceful in everything you did. “No, no, don’t be sorry. He wants to help out kids who were like him,” she explained, “He likes rye bread anyway. I don’t think children come in rye flavor.” “You better hope not,” you laugh back with her, quickly hitting the street to find the closest nail salon. – The scent of acetone was comforting, more so than the plastic, sweat, and blood that filled the gym. You had already gotten started, resting your chin on your other hand while the manicurist filed off your acrylics. You watch Libby nervously look over the wall of nail polishes, reaching out to finger a hot pink bottle only to second guess herself. “Why don’t you do the same red as me?” you asked, “We can match. It’s Malaga Wine.”

Libby turned and smiled, “I’d love to but I just don’t think Steve would like it. He’s already upset that I left.” You huffed to yourself: Steve this, Steve that. You’d rather die than let Eddie have that much influence over your day to day life. It’s supposed to be a girls day. “I think I’ll just get a french,” she meekly told the manicurist leading her to her station. “A french will be so pretty,” you encouraged. You could tell she wasn’t used to this, being told to pick for herself. Being out and about without Steve to hover over her. She kept looking over her shoulder, maybe not in fear but in uncertainty that she was never making the right choice. With Steve, she never had to worry about it, he’d make the decision for her. “So what’s it like,” Libby asked, getting seated at the station next to you, “Being with a rockstar? I feel like I’ve never gotten to sit and chat with you about it.” “Um,” you guessed, “Unpredictable.” “He keeps me on my toes,” you went on, “Total nut case cassanova, but stuttered for thirty minutes on our first date because I was ‘so overwhelming’. At least that’s what he told me.” “He loves you, talked about you all the time at the gym,” she said, “Talked to me a lot about how to get you back when you were away. Which like, was totally justified by the way. Totally on your side.” “I think he just wanted to talk to you,” you were being honest, “He thinks you’re too precious.” Libby’s face was as red as the nail polishes on the wall, a small collection of sweat beading up under her tied up, pre-faded, blue Malibu t-shirt which definitely had been Steve’s before she stole it. She swung her legs on the chair, her white Keds with white socks tucked neatly under them dragging against the bright white tile of the salon.

“And you don’t have to take sides, we both made a lot of mistakes,” you said, never wanting to fully blame Eddie. It was a disease, you had to keep reminding yourself of that. It’s not who he is, it’s who the drugs wanted him to be.

“Does Eddie like red on you?” she asked inching away from the subject. “I like red on me,” you said confidently, “If I like it, Ed loves it. I think that’s why we work out so well. Do you like red on you?” “Y-yeah,” she stammered, “But I don’t know, Steve’s always liked it when I’ve gotten a French done. He always says something about my ‘pretty hands’ when I get a manicure like this.” You guessed it was probably when she was giving him handies in hotels. “Get red for me, next time,” you smirked, “Tell Steve to fuck off.” “Okay, okay, next time I’ll get red,” she nodded, “Just for you, Stell.” “How’re you liking Malibu?” you asked, switching hands over. “It’s um, it’s nice? We walk the beach a lot since we’re so close.” “Just the beach?” “I mean, we’ll drive into LA every now and again and he’ll take me shopping but – otherwise we’re not here long enough for us to go do any real exploring outside of the gym.” “Why don’t you meet up with some friends while he’s training? Have them show you around?” “I don’t…” her voice trailed before she could finish her sentence. Her shoes stopped swinging against the tile slowly until they came to a complete stop. “Next time you’re here for a stretch, if I’m not working on something – give us a ring. We’ll show you the ropes,” your voice was warm, doing your best to soothe her through words. You knew the feeling of being in a new place with no one to run to but at least you didn’t have a five foot ten middle weight on your back the whole time. “That’d be nice.” You spent the rest of the appointment talking about each of your favorite hotels around the country, which ones Eddie is banned from, and where you can get the best mimosas. Giggling up a storm and taking shots at the boys every chance you could, you felt a smidge of normalcy you hadn’t felt in a while. Like when you’d go home to upstate New York and have a girls day with your mom and sisters. Libby protested for the entirety of you paying her her manicure, not even noticing the bulky silver chain attatched to the wallet you pulled out. Eddie never let you go anywhere without all of his cards and cash, “What’s mine is yours, sweet thing.” If he thought for a second you’d paid for your nails with your own money he’d fall into a fury that would rival Steve’s. “I got it, I got it,” you hushed her, “Technically Eddie’s got it, but I got it.” You passed her a fifty dollar bill to tip her manicurist and took out another fifty for yours, Ed’s words from your second date ringing in your ears every time you got a tip ready. “I’d lose my shit if someone even left me two bucks when I was bussing at The Hideout, so I’m always tipping everyone a bunch of money. I mean, I have more of it than I can spend so why wouldn’t I give it to everyone I know, y’know? You never know whose going home to a trailer park like me.” Your next stop was a little cafe you’d frequent every time you were staying at the beach house, cozying up across from eachother in a booth away from the main street windows for privacy. Sure, it was normal to be stared at and you knew Libby was used to it, too. But sometimes, you just wanted to eat a croissant without The Sun talking about how much you love carbs. “Can I get a vanilla latte, please?” you asked, “And a chocolate croissant if you have any left over, I know it’s later in the day.” “I think have a few left, I’ll just make sure. Is almond okay if we don’t have any chocolate?” “Almond is great. Actually, can you just pack me up an almond one either way? My husband loves them,” you gushed. “We know. Eddie finds a way to clear us out every time he visits,” the waitress laughed with a knowing look, writing down the order and looking at Libby, “What can I get you, dear?” “Um, just a coffee is fine – decaf,” she said, pressing her glasses up on her face again. You weren’t much older than her, but she had a way about her that made her seem younger. Wide eyed, like the world was so new. “Anything else?” “No, no, just the decaf. Thank you so much,” she beamed. “Don’t like coffee? I’m so sorry, I should’ve asked where you might’ve wanted to go,” you said, your shoulders sulking. “Oh no, no, I do! It’s just, it’s after twelve and Steve doesn’t like when I –” “Enough about Steve. About what Steve likes, about what Steve wants,” you’re surprised by the short fuse of anger on your tongue, but this was getting ridiculous. “Do you ever get to be yourself? Do you ever get to be Libby?” She shuddered out a sigh, her cheeks reddening. Libby toyed with the frayed edge of her Levi cut offs, “We put green tile in the kitchen.” “But you can’t paint your nails red?” you asked, exasperated, “I mean, Christ Lib, you can pick out kitchen tiles but you can’t have more than one glass of champagne at a New Years Eve party?” “It’s not like that,” she said, sweat beading at her hairline. “Then what’s it like? I mean, he’s got you wrapped around his finger I’m – I’m like – I’m sort of worried about you,” you offer your hands to her over the table, she takes them. Warm and soft after her manicure, her French tips glinting in the low light of the cafe with your red ones. “I know this is so cliche, but it’s just…how he is?” she shakes her head trying to come up with a better explaination, “I know it’s because he loves me.” “Love shouldn’t come with so many rules, Libby,” you urged, sounding like an older sister begging her to see the light. “They aren’t, that’s the thing. They’re just suggestions and I…I like following them,” she blushed a little, “He just makes me feel so…safe? When we’re in Hawkins it’s so different y’know? I have all my friends there, I go out and have girls nights, we do all the things we’d do if I was still around. Here I’m just…I’m just Harrington’s ‘little woman’.” You see her deflate at the title, you didn’t ever have to worry about those things. You were never ‘Eddie Munson’s Wife,’ in fact, it was more common for him to be listed as your husband. “You’re Libby to me,” you assured, “You’re my friend.” “I am?” she asked. “Of course you are,” you let go of her hands while the waitress put your coffees in front of you, a chocolate croissant on a plate placed in the center of the table. Another waitress came over with a bag of almond croissants with ‘Eddie Munson Stash’ written on it and you could barely stifle a laugh. “On the house,” they said while you tucked the bag next to you. “No! No, not all these croissants, he’d kill me if I just took them,” your smile was blinding. “He’s been paying in advance all year, trust me, it’s fine,” she said back to you, “Enjoy, please!” The women walked over to their other tables and you made quick work of ripping the croissant in half and holding it in front of Libby, “Here, they’re to die for.” “Also this,” you said, swapping your coffees, “Best vanilla latte on the West Coast, I can’t have you miss out.” Libby hesitates, taking the croissant and eyeing the latte. “C’mon Lib,” you smirked at her again, “Have a little fun.” “Yeah? I should, right?” she said, seeking your reassurance. “Right! Fuck Steve!” you laughed, cheersing your pastry halves. “Fuck Steve!” Libby’s smile was so broad you could’ve sworn it hurt her cheeks, but it was sweeter than the croissant melting on your tongue. You put the top back down when you got in the Jaguar together, making use of the upgraded sound system and not being shy about it. “OH! I WANNA DANCE WITH SOMEBODY!” “I WANNA FEEL THE HEAT WITH SOMEBODY!” “WITH SOME BODY WHO LOVES ME!”

Did either of you sound like Whitney? Of course not, but all of Malibu was going to hear you both screaming it out of the car and down the freeway to make it back to the gym. You drove too fast and made too quick turns just to watch her squeal and and laugh while clutching the side of the car when your tires skidded to stop. “DON’T YOU WANNA DANCE? WITH ME, BABY.” “DON’T YOU WANNA DANCE? WITH ME, BOY.” “HEY DON’T YOU WANNA DANCE? WITH ME, BABY.” “WITH SOMEBODY WHO LOVES ME!” “Don’t you wanna dance, say you wanna dance, don’t you wanna dance?” you both kept singing after the ignition turned off only to realize you might’ve only sounded good with Whitney’s vocals booming over yours. You both laughed with eachother in the parked car, catching your breath before sliding out of the white leather seats and back onto the pavement. Libby’s hand was still soft in yours when you made it back into the gym, your other hand clutching the bag of almond croissants. The boys perked in the ring, both sitting in opposite corners, shirtless and sweating. “I got the good stuff, baby,” you called, waving it over your head. “Fuuuuck me, yes,” he called from his stool, “You’re so good to me.” “Hi Stevie,” Libby said, letting go of your hand to run to the corner Steve was sat at. He knelt down, putting his head through the ropes to lean down and kiss her. You watched her show him her nails and the knowing look he gave her after he saw them. ‘Pretty hands, angel.’ “You almost done?” you asked, putting a hand on one of the ropes by his calf. Eddie looked down at you and nodded, squatting to meet your eye. “Missed you,” he said, a sweet smile on his face, looking at you through his eye lashes. “I missed you, too, baby,” you cooed, flouncing over to the bench from before. “Gotta be careful in that dress, sweet thing,” he said after you, “You know what you’re doin’ to me.” You turned your head back to him over your shoulder, tossing him a little ‘Who me?’ look. He blushed immediately, but the distraction might’ve been to his detriment – Steve was right, you should’ve stayed home. Before the last round even fully started, Eddie was on the ground with a split above his eyebrow that could’ve given Steve’s a run for his money. “Fuck, FUCK,” Eddie called out, ripping his gloves off, holding his forehead with blood pouring out through his fingers. Steve laughed, “All day Munson, I’ve been beggin’ you to learn how to block head shots. You listenin’? Got a brain under all that hair?”   “Fuck off, man, Christ,” he glowered, “Bell didn’t even ring and you went the fuck in.” “Gotta be prepared, Munson,” he shrugged, pulling his own gloves off to reveal taped hands, slinging the gloves over his shoulder. He hops out of the ring and calls Libby over, only she looks a little unnerved. “I don’t think she knows how to fix that,” she says to Steve. “Not our problem,” Steve furrows his brow while guiding her to the locker room but she stops before they get through the door. “Well I was gonna invite them come over for a late lunch but I think we should get him to the house to get him fixed up. I saw how hard you hit him,” Libby was urgent and he couldn’t say no to her. Those sweet saucer eyes, her ache to help others – she really was his better half. Steve ran a hand over his face, “Yeah, yeah, fine.” Libby met eyes with you, “We’ll meet you at the house, I know just how to take care of stuff like that,” she nods toward Steve, “Have a lot of practice.” – The townhouse they have is nice, and clearly recently renovated – in some way still smelling like fresh paint and leather apholstery. “I was gonna make sandwhiches but I really think I gotta take him to the bathroom,” Libby said, looking over at Eddie in the kitchen who was looking particularly white. Back in his regular rockstar get up, shorts and tank back in gym bag hell where they belonged. “I can make sandwhiches, Libby,” you smiled, shoving Eddie lightly towards your little librarian, “Take him.” “Oof, hellllooo nurse!” he said when they were partly down the hall, disappearing into the bathroom. “Keep that door open!” Steve called down the hall, sitting roughly on one of the barstools on the island. His sunglasses pressed hard against his forheaed. “Like a couple of fuckin’ teenagers,” he grumbled to himself.

“Oh, Steve, stop, they’re just playing around,” you said, trying to keep your tone as light as possible. You opened the state of the art fridge to find all the cold cuts and condiments and setting them on the counter.   Steve ignores your attempt at friendly conversation, “Breads in the cupboard on the right.” You realize quickly that he’s just going to watch you make sandwhiches. – “Okay, just sit down, I got you,” Libby soothed, wetting a face cloth and wiping all the excess blood away from his forehead. She was gentle while he sat on the edge of the toilet seat cover. “Can you hold that there for second?” she asked, putting his hand over the face cloth. “For you? Anything,” he teased, watching her reaching under the sink and pull out a first aid kit and he clicked his tongue. “Aw c’mon sweet thing, all those bandages?” he asked, his hand motioning toward the gauze and medical tape she was placing by the sink. “What do you mean? What’s wrong with that?” she asked, looking back at him. “Baby, there’s other ways to make a man feel better. That’s all I’m saying,” he shrugged, his cool voice making her shiver, “Shame you gotta do it the right way.” Like clock work she covered her face, making him grin. “I get it though, he’s right down the hall. Don’t want him to hear us,” he egged on, “Maybe next time.” Libby, barely breathing at this point, takes the face cloth out of his hand and tosses it in the hamper at the edge of the sink counter. She holds one hand over his eye leaving the cut exposed, and the other holds an antiseptic spray about two inches away.

“Ah, shit,” Eddie hissed. The sting of the cut cleansing spray hurt more than he hoped. The stingy burn of it pooling from his eyebrow, mixing with blood, and dripping down to his eye. Libby caught it with gauze before it got to his tear duct, so used to this routine after Steve’s fights. “Sorry!” her voice was high and gentle, nerves clear on her tongue, “I’m so sorry.” “It’s okay, sweet thing,” Eddie said, his fingers gently reaching out to graze the side of her thigh in comfort, “You’re jus’ doin’ your job.” “You’re getting good,” she said, trying to bring the conversation to boxing so she could ignore his hand on her thigh. “Your jabs are starting to look like Steve’s,” she enthused, but frowned at the cut over his brow, it hadn’t quite stopped bleeding. Libby turned to grab more gauze, pressing it up against his forehead with a pressure she knew all too well. “Stell said your backhand was getting good, too,” she blushed at her boldness to say something so saucy, but two could play at whatever game he was always playing.  He laughed, a soft little ‘too cool for school’ chuckle, pressing the tip of his tongue behind his top teeth. “Did she?” he asked, his voice salacious and syrupy. “Not like, in the face right?” she blurted out, “Oh my God, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to ask that. I don’t know why that came out.” His chuckle got deeper, smooth and dark like seude, “No, no, never in the face. Just a couple on her ass.” Libby blushed, shaking her head, embarrassed at the information. Eddie rolled with her giddy response, unable to ignore his fondness for her bubbling in his throat. “Only when she’s been a bad girl,” he said, looking up at her, his fingers gently moving hers away from his forehead so he could hold the gauze that was soaked through with blood, “You’d know all about that, huh?” She fell into a peal of nervous giggles when he winked at her with his good eye, causing a booming ‘HEY!’ from Steve to ring down the hall. “Ope! Oops, totally forgot, no smiling. We can’t have any fun at all,” Eddie joked, zipping his lips and tossing the key behind him. “No fun at all,” she whispered back with a smile, reaching back to get more gauze only to see that they were out, “Oh shoot, let me grab a couple of paper towels. I’ll be back in a second!” “Don’t go wanderin’ too far, angel,” Eddie said, mimicking Steve’s gruff cadence. “Stop it,” she said with a laugh, turning back to scold him from the door frame, “I’ll be back. Don’t pass out.” “I’ve had worse,” he he sing songed while she walked down the hall. He had had worse – woken up with cuts and slices from some unknown source, praying he didn’t have tetanus. Concussions from falling down flights of stairs drunk on absinthe. Face planting on the sidewalk after a long night at the strip club putting who knows what up his nose. Dick still works, he’d say to himself when he’d wake up hung over and covered in a litter of bumps and bruises. “Hi!” Libby beamed at you and Steve while bouncing into the kitchen. You saw her flushed face, knowing Eddie was in that bathroom working his charm on her. He could never helpself around a nervous girl with a pretty face, she was so easily flustered. Libby’s face fell when she noticed tension in the room, slowly pulling paper towels off the roll. “Everything okay in here?” she asked, seeing the finished sandwhiches on the counter and you leaning silently up against the counter. “Sure is, angel,” Steve said with a warm smile, nursing a cup off coffee – he hadn’t offered to make her one, “You behavin’ yourself in there?” “Steve,” she said with a blush and an eye roll. He reached out to pull her in by the waist while she walked by, holding her close to him while he sat back on the stool. You watched him lean in to kiss her, his arm protective around her, his hand closing over her waist. He kissed her like he was claiming her, the grip on his coffee cup transferring to cup her cheek. You turned away towards the sink, grabbing yourself a glass of water. Their kiss felt like it was supposed to be private. As if Steve wanted it to make you uncomfortable. You heard them separate and a little yelp come from her mouth when he smacked her ass as she went back into the hallway. Always had to claim what’s his. You rolled your eyes, still staring at the backsplash and sipping your water. You started cleaning up, hearing Libby and Eddie’s giggles from down the hall, trying not to giggle yourself. God he was insatiable. You turned back around, seeing Steve’s clenched jaw and the way he gripped the mug in front of him. “Lighten up, Steve,” you said, not even trying to be nice anymore. He hummed, drumming his fingers on counter. “You don’t let her have any fun, of course she’s gonna find it where she can get it,” you said, crossing your arms, “I think I’m plenty fun,” he said lazily. “You know what I mean,” you said, “No caffeine after twelve while you’re sitting here nursing a double shot espresso? I mean for fuck’s sake she was afraid to get her nails painted. Who makes their girlfriend feel like that?”

“You sayin’ I don’t know how to treat my girl?” he snapped, a hand coming down flat and hard on the white quartz of the island. “You’re her whole life, Steve. Every decision she makes rides on you think it’s the right one. Like – damn, y’know? She can take care of herself, is all I’m saying,” you said, still trying to remain sure in your voice while packaging the cold cuts back up. His harshness made you flinch, cold sweat collected at the back of your neck under your hair.

Steve breathed a small laugh out of his nose, “You would say that.”

“What do you mean?” you said, half way in the fridge, “I would say that?”

“Because you take care of yourself,” he said, “You don’t let Munson take care of you.” His tone was matter of fact, like he knew everything about the both of you from such a short time together.

“He takes care of me just fine,” you huff.

“Don’t think he was doing much of that when you left him for me to clean up.” “I didn’t leave him for you to clean up, I didn’t even know he was gonna call you,” you glared, slamming the fridge closed, “And who the fuck are you anyway? He started boxing to work his shit out. All your shit’s still there and you’re fighting every week.” “Oh, ho, ho, there she is,” Steve breaks out in a bitter smile, the agrumentative side of him revving up for a fight. You’re annoyed at him enoying getting a rise out of you, but you’re never one to let it go until you’ve had the last word, “America’s sweetheart with a mouth like a sailor, color me surprised.” “Oh, shut up,” you rolled your eyes, so used to the same comeback from scuzzy men who’d hear you swear at a bar, “Don’t avoid what I said. You got Libby shaking in her boots every time she’s out and about without you. That’s not okay Steve, she shouldn’t be so scared of making you upset. Like i said, you gotta let her have a little fun or you’re gonna lose her.” Steve didn’t like that, you insinuating that she’d leave him if he didn’t let up. He was done pushing your buttons, now he was gonna just get mean. “You wanna tell my girl to go have fun? She can have all the fun she wants, who am I to stop her? But you, Stell, you? You havin’ fun?” He squared his shoulders towards you, hands talking with him while he spoke. He justs his chin towards you while he asks. “Of course,” you say, but your face and the catch in your throat betray you. “Yeah?” his voice is filled with mock concern and certainty, “You havin’ fun when he comes home late? When you gotta bail ‘im outta jail? Don’t know where he’s been or who he’s been hangin’ out with? Whose ass he’s grabbin’ at the bar after he’s done doin’ lines? You havin’ fun when the budgets not matchin’ up and he’s lookin’ a little thin? When he stays in Malibu to train a little longer than usual?” “Stop…” you start, choking on your words. Steve got up, predator to prey, on a roll now, taking slow steps toward you as your press yourself harder against the counter while he gets in your face. He knows he’s right by the way you’re reacting, and with the day he’s had and the giggles from down the hall, he can’t wait to hit more nails on the head. “And why do you think that is, Stell?” he cocks his head the the side, hair coming with him, “Think it’s cause you kept lettin’ him come back every time he fucked up? Cryin’ on his lap like a kicked puppy, beggin’ him to be better for you? Please. Should’ve cut ‘im off for good – now he thinks he can do whatever he wants. How long you think he’s gonna stay clean this time, hm? What happens when you get that late night call, Stella? And you’ll take him right back, won’t you?” “I…” you were at a loss for words, his voice was tight and hard. He scared you. Even with his sunglasses on you could see the tension in his face while he glared through you. His scent like Christmas time and blood, it filled you, it made it hard to breathe. “Keep letting him get away with murder, and you wonder why you’re not sleepin’? Oh yeah, he told me and Libby all about it. Never sleeping, tense all the time. And he can’t imagine why, right? Cause he’s all better now? I know you know better. So be honest with me, huh Stell?” He reached up to peer down at you from behind his glasses, his amber eyes wicked while they met yours – a cool smirk on his face, the tip of his tongue flicking quickly against the inside flesh of his cheek, “You havin’ fun, angel?” You couldn’t hold it in anymore, breaking down into a wracking sob in front of him – something you hated doing, rarely crying outside of acting. At least not in front of people like Steve. He strolled backed to his stool on the island, putting his sunglasses back over his eyes, the sound of you crying perking up a brewing headache. Eddie came in quickly, knowing the sound of you crying better than a mother to her child, “Oh no, no, baby what’s wrong?” He ran to you, almost tripping on his sneakers on the tile, his embrace tight and safe – the safest you felt all day. “What did you say to her?” Ed was shocked to even find you like this, his voice bleeding confusion, his chest vibrating against your ear, “What the fuck did you say?” Libby came in slowly, starting to recognize that the sounds in the kitchen weren’t people having a good time. She stood in the entry way, eyes flitting from Eddie holding a version of you she never thought she’d see, nand then over to Steve. Her gaze turned to ice on him and he felt it. “What did you do?” she asked, a bitter taste still on her tongue from your chat at the coffee shop. “What did I do?” he asked back, incredulous, “You’re down the hall playing doctor with Eddie fuckin’ Munson and you wanna ask what I’m doin’?” “That’s enough,” Eddie said, putting his hand up, the other still wrapped around you, “You wanna be mad at me? That’s cool man, be mad at me. Don’t be mad at her for putting a fuckin’ band aid on my forehead. You’re in here making my wife upset and that’s where I’m drawing the fuckin’ line. Sorry your girl patched me up and Stella took her out without the okay, but you don’t gotta take that out on her. Take it out in the ring man, isn’t that all you’re good for anyway?” “Get out,” Steve’s voice was low and measured. “No, guys you don’t have to leave, I–” Libby’s voice was desperate, aching for them to ignore Steve, but it was apparent that there wasn’t any fixing what might’ve been said. “We’re heading out anyway,” Eddie interrupted, he got close to your ear, “You got your things, baby? Your purse in the car?” You nodded and before you knew it you were back in the Jaguar, Eddie erratically pulling out of the condo lot and onto the road. “Slow down,” you said through you tears, snot pouring down the back of your throat, “You’re going too fast.” “I’m sorry I’m just…I’m so fuckin’ pissed right now,” he hissed, “The fuckin’ nerve of that asshole. Should’ve kicked his fuckin’ ass.” The sun was starting to set over the horizon, leaving a hazy orange pink in the sky over the highway. It should’ve been the end of a good day, maybe you would pulled over and got dessert or a night cap before going home. It wasn’t long before you were back at the beach house, the sky an bright magenta behind the white stone of the mini mansion. He pulled his gym bag out from the back and went to your side of the car to let you out. “C’mere sweet thing,” he held your hand all the way to the door, stepping into the cool air conditioned front hall. He takes you right to the living room, sitting you on the couch while you cry and gets on his knees. He silently takes your sandals off, rubbing your calves after each one, hoping you’ll start to calm down. He knows better than to press you before you’re ready, but he hadn’t seen you like this since your dad passed away. Eddie’s hair tickled your neck while he sat next to you, one arm around your shoulder while he pulled you in against his chest, “What did he say to you, baby? What’s got you so upset?” “I’m n-not having f-f-fun,” you said like you had just realized it yourself. You wriggled out of his hold, sitting cross legged over his thighs. “Today? You don’t wanna come to the gym with me? That’s okay, baby. It’s boring,” he reassured with a little smile. “No, Ed, I – I’m not having fun anymore,” you said, finally looking at him. “With…with me? You’re not having fun with me anymore?” you could see his heart breaking in front of you. Replaying the day you kicked him out in his head all over again. “I just,” another aching cry rolled through you, “When I wake up in the middle of the night and you’re not there it’s like…it’s like I can’t even breathe. Like you aren’t coming home again. Like you’re dead in a fuckin’ punk house or something. If you’re out at the bar too late, what cities you’re playing in where I know you can get oxy easy. I’m always waiting for the fucking call, Ed. I’m always waiting for the call.”

The words just kept pouring out of you, all the fears you’d had since you let him come back, since that night at the beach. “And I just, I’m always scared you’re gonna be in those moods again. Never knowing who you’re gonna be that day. God you were such a fucking asshole when you needed to use. And it’s like, I gotta wake up and be at my call time but you’re in the bathroom for a little too long and I swear I think I hear you doing lines – and I know, I know you’re not. But it’s like I’ll never shake it off, baby. Like I’m always gonna be worrying about it.” Your body aches when you really think about it, and you plead to him with begging eyes, “When am I gonna get to stop worrying about you, Ed? When do I get to have fun?” He’s speechless, looking at you with his full lips slightly parted, his eyes glassy with tears that aren’t ready to fall yet. “I – Why didn’t you say anything?” he asked, his hands were shaking, anxious to hold yours but he could tell you didn’t want him to touch you. “I didn’t want hurt your f-feelings,” you whispered, trying to control the lump in your throat. Wishing your tear ducts would just dry up so you could move on from the conversation. Eddie could never let it go until he knew were feeling better. “Stell, I keep saying to you it’s okay to hurt my feelings about this,” he was frustrated with you, the vein in his neck greeting you with a pulse. You wiped your eyes, the weight of the whole day starting to feel heavy on your body, “Why can’t you hear me when I say that to you?” “Can we maybe just talk about this later? I want to go take a shower and wash this whole day off me,” your groggy voice made his chest ache. He could see exhaustion peeking through under your eyes. Eddie slid his hand back and forth over your thigh and leaned in to press a kiss to your forehead.   “Yeah, no problem,” his voice was soft, savoring the lull in your tears. Seeing you upset was hard enough when he was shooting up Persian, it was even worse when he was sober, “I’ll go unpack for us, princess. We can order Thai, have a nice little night in, okay?” You didn’t respond outside of getting off the couch and picking up your sandals to drop off in your closet upstairs before heading into the master bath, already shedding your tennis dress by the bed. Eddie would pick it up anyway. You only turned on the mirror lights, a deep warm yellow that barely lit up the room. You didn’t want any aid in feeling awake at all. Your bare feet padded against the tile while you turned the walk in shower on, rain water head and deatchable head hissing while the water hit the ground. You caught yourself in the mirror while you waited for the water to heat up, mascara tears staining all the way down to your neck. “Shit,” you whispered, padding back over to the sink to wash your face spending enough time on it that the bathroom had already steamed up. The steam was welcome, opening up your clogged, post cry sinuses, soothing your throat from trying to choke back your feelings. With a clean face, you step in the shower, letting the hot water totally envelope you. It stings, but it feels deserved. You run your hands over your hair, breathing through your mouth while the water flows over your lower lip – you feel the tension rinse out of your body and down the drain, too. You stand in the water for ten minutes, knowing it won’t get cold, before you reach for the shampoo bottle on the inlet shelf. You hear the door open but continue pouring the liquid into your hands, rubbing them together when you see him through the fog of the glass wall separating the shower from the bathroom. He flicks the stereo on, turning the sound on low before coming around the entrance to the shower. Eddie doesn’t say anything, he doesn’t have to. He sees the shampoo in your hands and then looks back up at your face, depuffed from your cry from the steam. He’s all muscle and tattoos, a single chain around his neck with a guitar pick dangling above his pecs, hair getting wilder with the humidity. He steps closer to you, the small splatter of his footsteps in the water reverberating off the walls. He can’t keep his hands to himself, reaching immediatley to your wet face hunching over to kiss you with more passion than your wedding day. “You don’t gotta worry about it,” he whispers against your mouth, he weight pressed against you “I’m taking care of all of it, you hear me?” He doesn’t give you a moment to respond, capturing your lips with his, his tongue snaking in past your teeth. You know he doesn’t close his eyes because you haven’t either – looking directly at each other while you kiss. You know he means it, you can feel him mean it. Outside of your heaving breathing, the stereo still plays softly in the background. Steam building in the shower from anything but the heat of the water. ‘When the workin’, when the workin’ day is done. Oh when the workin’ day is done, oh girls. Girls just wanna have fun…They just wanna, they just wanna…’

[bunny-rambles]

OMG I HAVE A BRILLIANT REQUEST, OMAY SO SCARAMOUCHE AND HIS GF MODERN AU, THERES THIS JOB WHERE ITPAYS LICK A BUNCH LOAD TO TAKE CARE OF THESE LIL KIDS AND SCARA AND THE READER WAS LIKE; “this will be so easy” AND WHEN THEY WENT TO THE JOB, IT WAS TERRIBLE. THE KIDS WERE WAYYY TO HECTIC. (omg the kids could be the other fatuis as babies OR ANYONE ELSE FROM GENSHIN) and thats where scara began hating children.

-🥸

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“Scaramouche, and the tale of Babysitting.”

notes: a gift for the lovely toe, your name came from a joke but, in all seriousness, your little messages of encouragement really motivated me. You got through finals, and I’m proud of you, so enjoy this absolute mess of a fic. It’s just as chaotic as you <3 reader is gender neutral, but other than that, enjoy your gift

Characters included: (you!) Scara,

The children: Childe(5), Bennett(4), Itto(6), Razor(4), Albedo(5), Kazuha(3), Diluc(7), Kaeya(6), ( I picked some chaotic characters and some calm ones to even things out, not everyone is included but I might do a part 2 with characters I missed if I feel motivated enough)

CW/TW: children, mentioning of babies/starting a family, cursing, minor mention of blood, but it’s mostly just crack/fluff and the babies/kids being a nightmare for reader & Scara. Fluff and general shenanigans, but I warn you, this whole story is a mess, possibly cursed, but I low-key love it.

Extra: honestly, this is just crack. I’m sorry if it’s not written the greatest but I tried my best, I hope you enjoy <3

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“... Have… Have you been stealing children?”

“Why would I want to steal a bunch of brats- OW! KNOCK IT OFF GINGER!”

The scene you just walked in on was one of absolute chaos.

You and Scaramouche had been dating for a while now, and were already sharing an apartment. Despite your boyfriend's standoffish behaviour, your private lives were actually pretty quiet. You rarely argued, you both shared chores… Apart from the lack of attention he gave to you because of his job, he was almost the perfect boyfriend.

Almost.

This was where that word was important. Sometimes you’d come home to Scara doing something for his colleagues such as pet sitting, or looking after their younger siblings. Most of the time, things went well, and it was nothing you couldn’t handle. But this…

“How many did you say you’d look after?!”

“I only said yes to two of them, and then Signora had to open her mouth and tell everyone about it- DON'T CHEW ON THAT!” He was already picking up one of the children, trying to tug a wire out of his mouth. This one in particular acted more like a puppy when they were teething instead of an infant, you noted as you watched him nibble on your partner's sleeve.

“Why didn’t you say no?”

“Why do you think?! I thought it would be easy money! Now I’m stuck here trying to tame a bunch of…feral animals!”

You finally took a real look at your shared home and couldn’t help but stare in horror. Your beautiful, pristine white walls were covered in scorch marks and scribbles, the floor stained with paint, blood and scratch marks. You even saw a hole that went through a painting that was on your wall.

“What the f-”

You were interrupted by what you could only describe as demonic laughter. Your eyes trailed over to the voice, raising an eyebrow at what you saw. You watched as a small ginger child tied Scara’s shoelaces together, and then proceeded to witness him fall hard on his ass after putting ‘puppy boy’ down.

“You aren’t really supposed to wear shoes indoors anyway…”

“Shut up!”

So, after a few moments of ‘wrangling the beasts’, your lover called it, you managed to count 8 of them in your household.

The calmer ones, Diluc and Albedo, were nothing short of little angels. You didn’t need to worry about them, even though you were sure the blonde was trying to take apart something that he was hiding in his hands. In fact, you had heard the red head put a few of the children in their place once or twice, but after the fourth time he had given up and went to do his own thing. which looked like playing chess by himself.

Then, the brats and pranksters, Itto, Kaeya and Childe. The ‘demons’ who had made it their personal mission to make your boyfriend's life for the next 12 hours a living hell. ‘The ginger one is the worst.’ Your lover told you, glaring down at the small child half his size, who was innocently grinning back at him. little shit-

You had assumed the destruction of your living room was because of them, but no. The outliers were the other three. Bennett, Razor and Kazuha. Kazuha was the youngest, so only the small scribbles of jumbled words were his doing. But poor Bennett, it seemed everything he touched just exploded or set on fire. Every single electrical device he had managed to get his hands on had gone up in flames. Your toaster, your microwave, even one of your hairdryers. You almost didn’t believe Scara when he was explaining all this, but after you had witnessed one of your light bulbs exploding after the infant had merely touched a lamp, that was enough evidence for you. And Razor… Well, it was more like looking after a puppy. His nails looked more like claws, and his teeth were like sharp little needles. So, the blood stains? That was a mix of Bennett falling over and scraping his knee, and a brawl two of the infants had. You noted the tallest kid, Itto, had a bloody nose by the time you had come home. And chunks of ginger hair were stuck in his long fingernails. You could take a wild guess as to who he was fighting…

“How long do you have to do this exactly… If it’s any longer than 24 hours we won’t have a house left.” You heard a heavy sigh next to you, your boyfriend's incoherent, angry mutterings under his breath barely heard over the screeches of children.

“Just for the night. Any longer and I’ll personally throw these… Creatures… Into their owner's faces.”

“They’re just kids, babe…”

He looked offended when you finally glanced at him. “Have you seen what they’ve done? Signora put a curse on me, these aren’t kids!”

You did have to admit that, although ‘creatures’ was a bit harsh, these were no ordinary infants.

“Maybe they’re just hungry?” Children were known to act up when they were hungry, it wasn’t that bad of a speculation. You rose from your seat and made your way to the kitchen, and unsurprisingly, a few of them toddled along behind you. You were surprised to see even the quietest, Albedo, had joined the gangle of misfits. “So you were hungry! Alright boys, what do you want? There’s plenty of options!” You had tried your best to be cheerful and positive, despite feeling rather miserable that everything in the living room was now almost completely destroyed.

“Cookies!”

“Chocolate!”

“Cake!”

“Ice cream!”

“Candy!”

You were hoping for something without sugar, as you didn’t want to deal with a hoard of screaming children high off of E numbers. But even you didn’t expect the small blonde to peak his head out from behind Itto, a hopeful look on his face.

“Please?” He asked quietly, and your heart melted. You were about to say yes, but your partner beat you to it.

“No way in hell. Don’t even think about it.”

You pulled back leaning down towards the blonde, looking at your boyfriend with a pout of your own. You knew he was right, it was a recipe for disaster, but when you had multiple pairs of puppy eyes staring up at you, it was hard to refuse.

“But…”

“Not. Happening.”

You sighed. There was no winning this. “Alright, alright… Pizza then?”

“Fine.” Grumbled the short, grouchy man as he stalked back to the wrecked living room. You waited a moment before looking down at all the sad, pouty faces staring back at you.

“How about I make some hot cocoa with marshmallows for you all instead?” That seemed to perk everyone up. Even Childe was grinning like a maniac, you might add from ear to ear, even after the defeat from the war of desserts with the not so big, bad Scaramouche. You could honestly understand why your lover was having such a hard time with them. He was stubborn and hard headed, and half of these kids were exactly the same.

It took a while, but you finally managed to make each of the children some hot chocolate and marshmallows, even the ones that hadn’t come to the kitchen. You were hoping it would put a smile on Bennett’s face, since he seemed to have been sulking in the corner after breaking an expensive ornament. Honestly, you were surprised you hadn’t run out of band aids with him around, his hands now cut up from trying to fix it himself. But yes, hot chocolate seemed to have proven to be the best medicine for his sudden mood drop. You casted a glance towards your boyfriend, who was scowling at you for finding a loophole in his ‘no sugar’ rule.

“Don’t look at me like that… I made one for you, too. Even put extra marshmallows in it…” You were trying to soften him up, flashing him a grin, but he wasn’t budging. He scoffed at you before folding his arms, turning his nose upwards. “You think I can be won over with a simple beverage? Try harder.” You rolled your eyes at his dramatics, placing yourself beside him and wrapping your arms around his neck, pulling him in close.

“Would kisses and cuddles make the lil man happy? Hmmm?” You cooed playfully, head resting against his shoulders while you made a kissy face at him. He barely spared you a glance and you could already tell his cold facade was starting to break.

“... No. Shut up. And stop looking at me like that.”

“Like what, hm?”

“Like that! You know what you’re doing!”

“Do I~?”

You heard an exasperated sigh come from the shorter male, but you spotted that his lips had curled up into a slight smile. Gotcha.

You were about to push your teasing just a little further, but you were interrupted by little giggles that you were sure didn’t come from your boyfriend. Your eyes trailed towards the two children that had caught on to your flirting, spotting two smug little smirks on Kaeya and Childe’s faces. Despite them being so young, they looked like they knew exactly what was going on. It was a little creepy, actually.

“Ew… Get a room, you two!” Young Kaeya teased while Childe cackled, pointing at the both of you.

“Look, Kae! The lil man’s all red!” He chortled, using the nickname you had just used.

You heard a tell-tale growl of annoyance from your partner, and you had to forcibly press down on his chest so he didn’t get up to try to fight an infant. “You’re smaller than me, dipshit. You’re lucky you’re 5. Hmph.” He looked away, arms folded.

You sighed yet again for the umpteenth time since you came home. This was going to be a long night.

—

You decided it was better to split the children up, the calmer ones going to Scara, and the ‘brats’ going to you. Itto, Kaeya, Childe and Bennett were your responsibility for the night, while Scara looked after Diluc, Albedo, Razor and Kazuha. Despite little Benny not being a brat, he had caused the most chaos out of everyone in the room, so you volunteered to take him.

You were… Fortunate. They had all taken a liking to you, mainly because you were actually nice to them. But even without them pulling pranks on you, it was a bit of a nightmare to put up with them. You found out quickly that Itto and Childe did not like each other, at all. Or maybe, Itto just didn’t like Childe. The rowdy ginger had a habit of picking fights with the taller kid, and teasing him that he’d never win. You were just certain he wanted chaos, and he was picking on the strongest, biggest kid to get it. You actually felt pretty bad for him. He seemed to like bugs, so you took him out to the small garden you had, and you couldn’t help but smile when he grabbed your hand and tugged you to the biggest beetle he could find. Unfortunately, that meant the other three went unsupervised.

Thankfully before this, Bennett had taken a nap, so you didn’t have to worry about total destruction to your house. But the other two… Well…

—

“Hey, blondie!” Childe grinned, plopping himself next to the young genius. Kaeya took the place next to him, effectively caging the younger one in. Albedo blinked, and looked up from what he was sketching, tilting his head in confusion.

“Uh… Yes?” He answered, looking between the two of them.

“We have a little prop… Proper… We have a choice for you.” Kaeya fumbled with the big word he had heard his step-father say once, but his smugness never once waned.

“Oh?” Now the infant was interested, sitting up properly from his seat.

“Yeah! We want you to help us get back at the ‘lil man’. We stole… These… From the kitchen.” The other grinned, holding up a jar of cookies. “If you help us, you can share them with us.” The two boys beamed when they saw Albedo’s big blues light up from the sight of the sugary sweets. “...But, what if Mx Y/N catches us? And how are we going to convince Diluc?”

“Diluc? Why would he be involved?” Kaeya piped up. Albedo deadpanned, pointing over the other boy's shoulder.

“Because he’s right behind you.”

The two misfits froze up, carefully turning their heads back slowly, to see the names red haired glaring down at them with an unimpressed look on his face.

“Kaeya. What have I told you about /him/?” He pointedly looked at the unruly ginger.

“That he’s a bad influence…”

“Right. So why are you going along with this?” A strangely mature stature, for such a small child.

“Because Scawa… Scawamoo… Sca… Ugh! Because ‘lil man’ is a meanie! We haven’t done anything fun all night! Not even allowed any snacks…” Childe pouted, folding his arms over his small chest. At that, all four of the kids sighed. It was true. Scaramouche just didn’t know what to do with 8 kids, and he could barely put up with the four he had now. How do you entertain 8 children? The only thing he could do was put on the tv and hoped that at least a few of them would enjoy the mindless cartoons that were cycling over and over again.

“... What were you planning?” The oldest asked. It seemed even he was onboard with whatever they were going to do.

—

“It’s getting cold… Would you like to head inside now?”

“Aw… Okay, Y/N…” Itto huffed, but he didn’t fight you. It was late, cold and the beetle he just found had run away from him. And not to mention he was nearly falling asleep standing up. You chuckled, scooping him up in your arms and carrying him inside. You glanced towards your boyfriend, who was holding Kazuha and Razor on his lap. When you looked closer however, you couldn’t help but grin. Your boyfriend was fast asleep, the two babies curled up in his chest, all three of them covered in a thick blanket. You chuckled to yourself, moving in closer and pressing a soft kiss on Scara’s head. He stirred, sighing tiredly, arms tightening around the two children protectively. Maybe one day, those children… Would be your own.

The peaceful atmosphere didn’t last long. Unbeknownst to you, the other four children were hatching their plan. A ginger haired head peaked out from behind the chair, before looking towards the other three hiding behind him.

“Ready?” He whispered, receiving nods from the rest of the group.

You glanced up when you heard a loud crash behind you, turning around quickly. “What the…” You mumbled, moving away from the chair and looking around for the noise. “Benny? Did you wake up?” You called out, hand covering the child’s ears in your arms. No response. You shrugged, turning around again, but the sight sent shivers down your spine. Both of the children were gone.

“Scara! Wake up!” You shook him hard, watching him jolt upwards.

“Fu-, I mean, what?” He slurred, half asleep but he still remembered there were still kids in the room.

“The babies are gone!”

“WHAT?!” He screeched, fully awake and in full panic mode. When he stood up, he gasped as he tripped and fell straight to the floor. He groaned loudly, sitting up slowly. “Those fucking brats…” He mumbled, noting his shoes had yet again been tied together.

“NOW!” You heard a chorus of yells. Diluc, Childe and Kaeya all ran out, dog piling on your lover after covering him in a thick blanket. You would’ve helped him, but it all happened so quickly. And now your boyfriend was effectively turned into a sushi roll. You weren’t sure where they got the rope from, but they had tied him to secure his position. You heard laughter, and the sound of two separate hands slapping together. “Yes! That worked perfectly!” One cheered, you weren’t sure which. It was only when you turned the light on that you saw the two young ones that were with your boyfriend were now with Albedo at the dining table. He gave you an innocent wave, and in your shock, you slowly waved back. And when your eyes moved back to your lover, you couldn’t help your snicker, before breaking out into hearty laughter.

“Oh my god! Your face! Bahaha!”

“Shut up! Get me out of here!”

“Not so fast.” Diluc stood in front of your restrained boyfriend, folding his arms. “We’ll only let him go if you make a deal with us.”

“And what deal?”

“We get to have whatever snacks we want and go to bed when we want!” Childe nodded confidently, followed by a chorus of ‘yeah!’s.

“And please let that include cookies.” The blonde added with a small smile on his face.

“I want some too, Y/N!” Another voice cried out. You almost forgot about the child in your arms, who was now fully awake.

—

And so, after bargaining with the ruthless bandits that kidnapped your damsel in distress, you agreed. The night was filled with sugary snacks, a bunch of games and whatever movies they desired to watch as long as it wasn’t too out there. And thankfully, it wasn’t long before all of them were rubbing their eyes and doing their best to stay awake. All 10 of you decided to sleep downstairs, and made it into a little sleepover.

Albedo fell asleep first. You were sure the little introvert couldn’t handle this much excitement in one day. Then Kazuha followed. Then Diluc, Kaeya, Itto, Razor, Benny and finally Childe. And finally, here you were, wrapped up in your boyfriend's arms. Even though the day was a mess, at least it was a fun one.

“Y/N…”

“Mhm…?”

“... We’re never having kids.”

[potatoes-is-are-food]

Miss potatinha pls can I have Touya-nii getting cucked by his incel friend Shigaraki who he teased would neva have a gf, and is now fucking touyas sister? 🙏🙏

Here you go light of my life~ I hope it’s everything you wanted, it was definitely really fun to write. 

Warnings: slightly implied incest, Touya-nii being a meanie

“Touya-nii,” you softly tug at his sleeve, wince when he swats your hand away and tells you to wait, “but Touya-nii I have to go,” you whine. He glares at you.

“Wait until Keigo gets back,” he pulls you to sit on the armrest beside him, “I don’t want you two alone together.” You don’t ask why, you’ve seen the way his friends look at you. They said they wanted to be your friends, too, but Touya keeps you tethered to his side constantly, especially when Keigo is around. It’s like he doesn’t want you to talk to anyone that isn’t him.

It wouldn’t be so bad if your brother wasn’t so mean. He tells you you’re stupid, gives you spankings if you do something he doesn’t like, pinches your thighs, flicks at your chest, and gives you hickeys you can’t hide just because he can and likes to make you uncomfortable. Makes you “play wrestle” so he can grind his crotch into your body while you squirm and try to get away, just how he likes. He makes you cry and then tells you to suck it up while he lets you sit in his lap to “make up for it,” without saying sorry. Ever.

When the blonde comes back Touya lets you go, telling you which hallway to go through since this is Shigaraki’s house and you’ve never been. You nod, give his cheek a kiss when he tells you to, and scamper off to relieve your bladder.

Just as you’re closing the door on the way out you see his other friend, Tomura. He’s never worried about Tomura being around, he thinks he’s too creepy and you’ll cry for your nii-san if he tries anything. You don’t think he’s creepy, though. He’s a lot nicer than Touya. Honestly Keigo is the one that creeps you out when he tries to touch you and makes lewd comments to see you flustered. Shigaraki usually just stares a little but it doesn’t really seem like he knows he’s doing it.

You wonder if he’s nice to you because Touya is mean to him, too. You’ve heard him say Tomura couldn’t get a girlfriend if he paid someone and a bunch of other insults. He calls him crusty and says he’s gross, and one time you could’ve sworn you saw him wiping his eyes after Touya finished berating him.

He walks back with you into the main room where Touya and Keigo are laughing at something on one of their phones. When your brother sees you he gets up, pinching your cheek.

“We’re gonna go grab some beer. Play with Tomura or something, yeah?” You nod, not wanting to risk him spanking you in front of his friends again if you said no. He pats your head and heads out with the blonde, leaving you and Shigaraki alone; completely secure in the thought that he’ll come back to you awkwardly playing video games. Or maybe if he’s lucky crying for your nii-san because Tomura’s creepy ass tried to cop a feel.

The two of you end up playing some fps game, sitting in the floor next to each other mashing buttons while you murder your opponents in co-op. You’re not horrible but he’s definitely much better than you and it’s clear he’s completely carrying you through the matches. You keep sneaking glances over at him, admiring the focused expression on his face. It’s a similar expression to the one he has when he’s looking you up and down. You’re not stupid, you can tell when he’s leering at you but for some reason it’s more flattering when it’s him rather than creepy.

Victory flashes across the screen and you set down your controller, pulling your knees up to your chest. He throws his down and goes to the kitchen to grab an energy drink, taking a sip and then offering the can to you to try. Your cheeks burn as you press your lips to the same place his had just been, barely even tasting the liquid inside before handing it back and muttering a thank you.

“Wanna see my setup? It’s way better than the console.” You nod too fast, too enthusiastically, and follow him back down the hall and into his room. It’s gross, there’s empty cans all over the place and laundry covering every inch of the floor. Several hoodies are strewn across his unmade bed and you can’t help but wish you could put one on. You watch him and listen as he tells you about the monitor and how he customized all his stuff, but you don’t understand any of it, simply nodding along and happily taking another sip of his drink when he offers.

“Can I sit?” you ask softly, gesturing to his messy bed. He shrugs, clearly trying too hard to seem indifferent, and you sit, hand smoothing over the soft fabric of his jacket as you move it aside. He sets the can on another empty one on the desk and plops down beside you, much too close for comfort if he were anyone else. You wonder vaguely if your nii-san would make him move.

“You’re cute,” he says bluntly, and you nearly squeak, face burning as you manage a small nod in thanks. He grins widely, gripping your shoulders and looking at you intensely, “So do you wanna go out?” his fingers are digging into you but all you can do is nod again, leaning eagerly when he comes closer until you’re clumsily pressing your lips together.

He almost immediately shoves his tongue down your throat, cupping your face too hard and smushing your face against his. You tangle your fingers in his hair, whimpering when he moves his hands to pinch at your hips and thighs. You cling to him as he pushes you onto your back, his old mattress squeaking loudly under you as he swings a leg over to straddle you, never breaking the kiss.

He tastes like the energy drink, his hair is greasy when your fingers run through it, and you’re pretty sure your head is resting on one of the many questionable stains littering his bed, but you’re elated. Both of you. He gropes harshly at your chest, frantically shoving your shirt up to paw at your nipples, pinching them roughly as he groans into your mouth.

You whimper when he bites your lip, and he pulls away smirking down at your trembling body. His eyes lock onto your chest and he yanks your shirt completely off before setting his sights on the rest of your clothes. You pull him into another kiss while he clumsily works off your pants, pulling them and your underwear, leaving you completely naked and him with everything on.

Blood rushes into your cheeks as he pins your arms, hungrily looking over your bare form as though he’s unsure where to start now that he’s got you. You shyly cross your arms over your chest but he takes and pins your wrists above your head, kissing you briefly before dipping down to your chest. His tongue flicks against your hardened nipple, his free hand pinching at the other one as he starts to suckle the soft flesh. He releases your wrists to grip your thigh, pulling your leg out from under him. You get the hint and wrap them around his waist, the fabric of his t-shirt grazing your clit just enough to make you jump at the contact.

He leans back and pulls his shirt over his head, letting it join the mountains of others on the floor. His eyes lock onto your pussy and his tongue trails along his lip. You’re not sure he’s even aware he’s doing it. Without a word, he delves between your legs, excitedly licking you with no technique or regard for how it feels, merely wanting to taste. You squirm and his arms wrap around your thighs, pinning you as he laps at your folds. His clumsy movements against your clit are enough to send you over the edge, and you grip his hair as you cum, crying his name as your back arches.

He wipes his chin off with one of the random articles of clothing scattered under you and flings it to the floor, crawling over you and latching onto your neck. His cock springs free as he shoves his pants down, bouncing slightly before weighing heavily down. Bigger than you’d imagined, and you’d thought you were generous. You catch him smirk at your reaction, giving it a few pumps for your viewing pleasure.

He lines up the drooling head of his cock and presses slightly in, gathering slick on it before pushing in the rest of the way. The stretch has your eyes rolling back into your head and soft whimpers leaving your lips. His head bumps your cervix as his hips meet yours and you let out a guttural moan, head flopping back onto his bed.

“Fuck,” he groans, looking down at the sight of his pubes pressed flush against your folds. He gives a few experimental thrusts, marveling at how much your walls cling and twitch around him. You moan softly, wrapping your arms around his neck and drawing him into another kiss as he starts to really move. He’s rough, like you expected, hips rolling against yours almost frantically as he fucks you into his mattress.

You’re moaning and panting into each other’s mouths moreso than actually kissing, gripping at limbs as though you’re both worried it isn’t really happening. The bed groans and the headboard smacks against the wall, bed springs squeaking loudly, however it’s not loud enough to drown out either of your moans.

For a time he leans back and smiles wildly at you, not attempting to hide his excitement. His pace is uneven and rapid, borderline inhuman. He grips your hips to keep you in place as he uses you like a toy, immediately stooping to kiss you when you give his arm a little, needy tug. He’s perceptive, trailing a hand gently along your cheek when you cling to him, still reaming you without pause.

Your tongues twirl together as his hands come up to press yours into the bed, fingers interlocked as his thrusts get more animalistic. Tears prick at your eyes, his rough treatment and the friction from his hair pushing you closer to the edge again. As though able to read your mind, he trails a hand down your body, pinching and groping his way to your clit and rolling it in his inexperienced fingers.

You can tell he’s close, his hips sputter and he groans, shoving his face into your neck to suck at your skin and muffle his noises. His treatment of your clit gets rougher, the puffy nub’s abuse bringing you to orgasm. Your eyes roll back in your head and you cry out just as the door opens, giving your brother a front row seat to your O face.

Touya’s eyes widen to the size of dinner plates at the sight, Keigo’s immediately doing the same but accompanied by a massive grin. They watch as Tomura groans, unaware of their presence, spilling himself inside as your cunt milks him for all he’s worth. He presses into you deeply, humping his cum against your cervix with a shudder before he collapses on top of you, panting.

You tremble under him, grateful for his body covering yours as your face burns. You shake him slightly and he grunts in response, muffled in your neck. He looks up after a second, concerned at your expression before he turns, face going completely white.

Tomura locks eyes with Touya, both completely at a loss for words. Keigo looks over all your exposed skin he can see, ecstatic look still plastered over his face. You’re looking anywhere except at your nii-san or Keigo, trying not to cry as you pull one of his numerous hoodies over your chest.

“Uh,” Tomura starts, “we got along fine. How was the beer run?” You think you can hear Touya’s brain implode.