#my brain has officially fried

[shirajellyfish]

It’s a pillow!

It’s a pet!

It’s a pillow pet!

[finnesse]

i was talking to my non hockey enthusiast friend and this was the convo of me celebrating the cats' shutout win today.

trans below:

also the cutouts won what HAHA *cuss* CATS AHHA i was gonna say the cats won they had a shutout win CUTOUTS>?>>???

[marinaimsure]

im so eepy but i cant eep cuz i'll go out in an hour or two aaaand i wanna write but i cant. but i'll try

[ingihasextra]

In the book Golden Girls was Crowley's favourite TV show. Is that also TV Crowley's favourite or does he have a current TV show that he prefers?

I think he’d love The Good Place.

[smeemos]

smeemo accolades compilation (i.e. rotting everyone's brains) below

#smeemo. their name is smeemo

#SMEEMO#THIS CATS NAME IS SMEEMO??????#AAAAAAAAAAAAAA

#smeemooooo

#smeemo…

#Smeemo is quite possibly the best possible name oh my gosh !! <3 adorable shirt :3 :3

#SMEEMO

#SMEEMO.

#SMEEMO

#SMEEMO ⁉️ OH MY GOD

#THEIR NAME SNEEMO

#SMEEMO

#🥺

#smeemo :)

#Almost crying voice: smeemo!

#SMEEMO!!!!!!

#SMEEMO 🥺

#smeemo??

#omg smeemo

#smeemo…

#Smeemo is an incredible cat name are you KIDDING me

#smeemo…….

#i said ''smeemo'' outloud and one of my bandmates looked at me funny :(

#smeemo…..

#SMEEMOOOOOOO

#yeah they look like a smeemo

#SMEEMO

#smeemo!

#…the smeem

#smeemo

#smeemo :]

#SMEEMO

#smeemo….

#smeemo…

#SMEEMO MY BELOVED

#SMEEMO

#SMEEMO??#“smiling friends character name” - my bf

#SMEEMO?????? /POS

#smeemo has gotta be like the top cat name ever

#smeemo……

#i love that rhia cat is called smeemo

#smeemo‼️

#Smeemo 🥺

#their name is SMEEMO? so cute

#smeemo…

#smeemo

#smeemo 🥺

#smeemo…

#smeemo

#SMEEMO? SMEEMOOOOOOO🥺

#smeemo 😢😢😢😭😭😭

#smeemo

#SMEEMO

#SMEEMO I LOVE YOOOOUUUU

#smeemo

#smeemo…

#SMEEMO????#I love smeemo

#smeemo!!

#smeemo…

#SMEEMO MY BELOVED#I LOVE YOU SMEEMO

#SMEEMO….. BEAN SHAPED.

#smeemo…

#smeemo!!

#smeemo…#that's such a cute name i like them

#SMEEMO!

#SMEEMO?????!?!!!!????

#smeemo…

#smeemo :)

#smeemo

#smeemo…

#i love you smeemo!!!!!!!!!!

#I love you smeemo!!!!!!!!!!

#i love smeemo. tell smeemo i said hi

#i believe in you smeemo!

#i would die for smeemo

#SMEEMO <#<3<3<3<3<3<3#3#<3<#<#<3<3

#smeemo is precious baby#smeemo deserves every love and happiness forever and ever

#smeemo!! my beloved#they're so so precious ..

#SMEEMO………..#cat foods smeemo…….

#smeemo smargitt smallsmack sme smell smomen

#yayy!!!#smeemo

#smeemo..

#is ttheir the infamous smeemo ive been hearing so much about….

#SMEEMO I LOVE YOUUUU#HAPPY HANUKKAH SMEEMO. and op i guess

#i love you smeemo

#<3#hannukah sameach smeemo

#i ❤️ u smeemo

#SMEEMO!

#snorrrk…smeemeemeemeem

#SMEEMO

#mf smeemo…!!!!!

#ohhhhhhhhhhhh smeemo……

#s…sm…smeemo…

#SMEEMO

#their name is smeemo….

#uhh…#what the smeem?

#smeemo!!!!!!!!!!!#fav

#smeemo is me mo!!!!#i love the name smeemo

#smeemo!!!

#me. mo

#SMEEMO

#smeemo…

#🥰 hi smeesmo!!!!!!!!

#SMEEMO !!

#HI SMEEMO I LOVE YOU SMEEMO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

#would die for smeemso

#i love smeemo

#I love you, Smeemo…

#one million hearts and hugs and kisses for smeemo!!

#wee woo#luv smeemo

#i heart smeemo

#I am love smeemo :]

#we love smeemo in ttheir house

#i love you Smeemo we all cheer in unison !!!

#they shall be our new god

#omg smeemo you're so little and soft!! hello!!! :3

#i love smeemo

#YES HAHAHA YES!!!!

#i cant stop saying special smeemo sitting spot#ive been walking around my house saying it all day#bc ttheir post keeps popping up in my for you tab#my special smeemo sitting spot…

#excellent work smeemo. five star⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐

#im a big special sneemo sitting spot fan

#i love it#i love smeemo

#smeemo….

#smeemo…#they smeem so smeemingly

#smeemo one piece#i love them so much

#smeemo

#smeemo#if that’s the cats name that’s the most beautiful sequence of phonemes I’ve heard in my life. perfect name

#Smeemoo is so cute i am gpnna cry

#fuck yeah smeemo

#ricky smeemos mentorship continues#great job Smeemo for getting such a prestigious position

#the smeem quiet from slay the smeemo

#HI SMEEMOS????!!!!? :0

#i love you smeemo

#good fucking LORD

#they are still beautiful and they deserve to know

#ohhh… i love you smeemo…

#THE DELICIOUS FRIED SHRIMP!!

#hell yes smeemo

#smeemo deserves one million trillion followers#all hail the babie

#rarely does a little guy reduce me to incomprehensible babbles and yet#the oilgnly the beebo the smeemo#thebvm. love them forever

#ouuh… smeemo big paws…

#SMEEMO!!!!!!!!!!

#smeemo big paws………….

#smeemo big paws….

#smeemo!

#new smeemo!!

#smeemo…..

#NEW SMEEMO SPECIAL SITTING SPOT FOR SMEEMO

#hello cute little smeemo!

#i love smeemo

#official smeemo post

#smeemo!

#smeemo….

#Smeemo added!!

#dont cry have a smeemo

#awww hi smeemo

#smeemo special sitting spot for smeemo………

#smeemo……

#smeemo!

#SMEEMOOOOO

#OOH MY GOODNESS#BABIES….

#hi smeemo…..

#smeemo…

#smeemo!!!

#i remember smeemo from smeemo's perfect dacula. i hope stella and her smelly sniff are also in good health.#i love all of these words

#smeemo..

#Smeemo…

#idk what a smeemo is but im following because ttheir is kind of beautiful and sort of a magnificent work of art and i'd like to see more

#wonderful smeemo update

#smeemo.

#SMEEMO‼️‼️‼️

#aaaaaaaa safenyaaaaaaa bag of peaches mamaaaaaa windbargoooooo#cat!!#smeemo

#smeemoooooooooooo

#kitten tolerance….smeemo can do what smeemo wants#smeemo baby privilege uvu

#lowkey smeemaxxing rn#smeempilled#smeemoder

#Smeemo is an amazing cat name

#smeemo i love you

#ily smeemo

#smeemo is me fr

#ok#been there smeemo

#LITERALLY ME!!!!!!#me and you smeemo. we get it

#dont owrry smeemo we still love you and will always lvoe yuou i love smeemo

#stinky face.

#smeemo!!

#meemo

#smimimimimos

#smeemos dreamos

#SMEEEEMOOOOOOOOO

#the loaf is still proofing

#Smeemo

#it ok smeemo, you doing your best

#smeemo

#smoomo i love you!

#smeemo.

#smeemo…

#They chew her ear smeemo style…..

#s…smeemo

#Let’s all be fair to Smeemo!

#waiter! waiter! more ugie smeemis on my dash please!

#they are not ugly they are BEAUTIFUL#smeemo

#the little freak ❤️

#Wonderful smeems<3

#peak smermos

#straight up sharing it. and by it. heh. well. lets justr say. my smeemis#is ttheir anything

#i love you ugie smeemis

#ugie sneemis omg…

#ugie smeemis

#i love them….#smeems…..

#smeemis. amazing

#beautiful smeemis….

#heheheehehrhehhre

#beautiful smeemis

#smeemis!!!

#ugie smeemis…….#personally i think they’re rocking and rolling just doing it ugly style

#NOOOOOOOO SHE'S BEAUTIFUL

#jorkin it and by 'it' I mean my smeemis

#high quality beasts#ugly smeemis edition

#ugly smeemis aka every image of them

#oh god smeemo im so sorry

#smeemo

#smeemo help me smeemo

#sMEEMO YOU ARE SO CUTE

#sleepy smeemo what will they do

#flat smeemomis monday tuesday#hm ive been informed it’s#in fact wednesday today. oh whot ever

#SMEEMIS!!!!!!!!#oh i love smeemo. i love you smeemo

#flat smeemo theory

#SMEEMOOOOO

#cognitohazarding their way into my heart

#ooh scary smeemo

#ohmy god guys its smeemo

#smeemo basilisk stare#i would die for smeemo

#i was killed instantly thank u smeemo

#SMEEMOS

#smeemo you’re doing great#you guard that shoe with your life ok

#they're literally just a little guy. I'm going insane

#Soon they shall encompass the earth….

#smeemomomomo

#hi Smeemo 🩵

#i love you extremely out of focus little puffball kitten

omg smeemo on my dash! hello wat beast smeemo!

#i would like math if ttheir was the pemdas

#HEEHEE HOOHOO#smeemo#i might be smeemo's number one fan disregarding smeemo's moms

#smeemed so good

#smeemo u are so siwwy

[v6quewrlds]

HIGH MAINTENANCE, JUSTIN HERBERT.

pairing⠀⁎⠀justin herbert x reader.

summary⠀⁎⠀the cliche, "opposites attract" seemed to have been made for your relationship with justin. the internet seems to have trouble keeping that in mind.

author's note⠀⁎⠀requested by an anon <3, my brain is fried so take this smau as an apology while i recover. ik the first pics are from a rams game & the tweet dates make no sense, let's use our imaginations <3 pictures from pinterest & instagram.

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nflwagsdaily: looks like herbie's officially off the market! 🚨

eagle-eyed chargers fans spotted a new addition to the herbert family suite during the team's earlier home game. herbert's new belle appeared quite comfy-cozy with his family, donning chargers blue & dark tresses. our faithful internet sleuths immediately got to work, and through some careful instagram research and some very convenient follows, it seems we've tracked her down.

treat miss yourusername well, justin. we're all watching.

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user1 and they said my qb couldn't pull

user2 another athlete, another influencer... when will they learn

user3 this poor girl's notifs 😭 -> user4 let's hope she privates her account bc his fans will never let her rest -> user5 NEVER

user6 this is old news? 💀 -> user7 fr deuxmoi has been saying he's off the market since at least march -> user8 since when do we listen to deuxmoi hello??? -> user7 well she was right so now what... 🥴

user9 ominous ass caption what the fuck is going on in nflwagdailylandia? -> user10 deadass 😭😭😭

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justinherbert: not much to say other than #boltup

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simifehoko13 taking the stairs ⚡ liked by author

user11 my qb is so majestic man

yourusername 💙⚡ liked by author -> user12 well there it is... -> user13 they think they're soooo sneaky lmao

user14 look at me, i'm justin herbert. i'm an elite quarterback in the nfl. jim harbaugh is my biggest ride or die. my girlfriend's mysterious and gorgeous. i have amazing hair. i'm a 6'6" multimillionaire who graduated with a 4.0 in biology. man fuck you. liked by yourusername -> user15 dawg 💀 -> user16 u made it big bro -> user14 wanna thank bolt nation for this moment

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yourusername just posted .ᐟ

yourusername: well, what do you say we get thrown out of an applebee's?

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user17 is this a movie reference? 😭 -> user18 a will ferrell reference at that -> user19 of course it is, they're soulmates 😭

yourbestie1 what does he have that i don't? 😔 -> yourbestie2 a stable paycheck and a fat ass -> yourbestie1 ykw -> yourusername 🫷😌🫸 now now ladies we can all get along -> justinherbert i call primary custody -> yourbestie1 no ❤️

user20 not even trying to be messy or anything but what could they possibly have to talk about? -> user21 nfl quarterback... pretty girl... i don't think they do much talking no shade -> user22 i don't think she's trying to be an influencer so maybe she has a job? -> user23 "maybe" 💀

yourbestie2 hair 🙂‍↕️ -> yourusername ty for putting me on bae <3

justinherbert that sound like a good idea? liked by author

user24 i'm sensing a vibe no lie -> user25 travis hunter, now justin herbert. maybe jayden daniels' mom has the right idea 🤷‍♂️ -> user26 she ain't even speak yet? -> user27 she will eventually. -> user28 grown ass men in a gross ass man's business 🙂‍↔️

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nflwagsdaily: justin herbert's girlfriend, yourusername, seems to have had enough of the opinions about her relationship. after limiting her comments last tuesday, she made sure to update her bio before going private. we think this gets the message across quite clearly, don't you? 👏

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user29 that's how you clear a bitch! 🙂‍↕️

user30 she heard the gold digger allegations and had to let y'all know what's up lmfao -> user31 be fr, a software engineer is not making $50 mil a year, she could still be interested in his money -> user32 if that's the case then good for her lmfao

user33 what exactly does this prove though? -> user34 u ppl r never satisfied -> user35 found y/n's burner

user36 mind you the internet sleuths could've just found her very public linkedin profile but whatever it takes lmao -> user37 4.0 from berkeley and they were smearing her name... oh my shayla 😩

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yourusername: year two <3

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yourbestie1 pls tell me you didn't go to applebee's for your anniversary dinner -> yourbestie2 you know better than to ask a question like that -> justinherbert you mean the place we met? bffr -> justinherbert did i use that right? -> yourusername very proud j ❤️

yourmom congratulations you two ❤️❤️❤️ liked by author

yourbestie2 @ justinherbert where are my season tickets -> justinherbert aren't you a rams fan? 🤔 -> yourbestie2 @ chargers your qb is questioning his fans... action must be taken -> chargers season tickets on us? (we'll take it out of justin's paycheck 🤫)

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user38 the people would like to know if you were thrown out of the applebee's? -> yourusername no... but we'll try again next year 🤗

justinherbert happy anniversary beautiful 🌹 -> yourusername and hopefully so many more 💞

[webslingingslasher]

Not to be annoying but I rlly hope u write some kind of blurb for the jealous frat!Peter when someone flirts w reader after they are officially boyfriend girlfriend bc u wanna assess what kind of relationship they'll have after all the emotional trauma and angstttttt (idk if u got my first ask though)

*cleaning out my inbox*

kisses scattered across your face woke you up, hair tickled your nose, and you showed you were awake by lightly pushing on peter’s shoulder. it's just too early.

'can't snooze me, trouble. you're the one that told me to wake you up.' another round of kisses, your wake up call isn't that terrible. 'c'mon, up and at 'em. you've got a midterm to study for, leslie's waiting for you.'

his reasoning doesn't make you move any quicker, it was on leslie for choosing saturday morning as peak study time. you weren't even able to hang at the party last night, instead you hunkered down in peter's room and lightly woke when he crawled into bed around one to tug you into his side.

'it's so early.' peter pouts against your cheek, 'you'll survive. you've been putting in overtime this week. i swear that you've hung out with leslie everyday.' it's true, and like peter said before your first study session 'you'll feel your brain grow, super proud of you.' there's no question you'll ace the midterm.

'promise me you'll let me sleep in tomorrow?' a flurry of kisses, you savor them, you know it's the last attack of the day. 'you got it.'

---

peter thought you could use a little pick me up, so, he gladly walked into the library doors with your favorite fast food. it might've been slightly selfish, because he knows he just won himself some brownie points.

it took him a minute, but he found you. back in the study section, lightly kicking your feet under the table. you were nodding your head while chewing on the end of your pen, peter's heart picked up; he couldn't wait to see the look on your face.

you laugh, he smiles. peter moves around a bookcase and comes to a sudden stop. sitting right next to you, was a guy. he had your total attention, no other sign of people around you, peter couldn't even try to pretend it had turned into a last minute group session.

peter finds it hard to swallow, it's not that you're not allowed to hang out with guys, it's the fact that you lied about it. was there ever a leslie, or was it code for this guy the whole time?

the answer will be in your reaction, and he's about to catch you. you don't see him coming, your eyes flash to the bag on the table then to the hand setting it down. you almost burst at the seams, a surprise visit and your favorite food.

'peter!' you wince at your tone, a nasty look from the table next to you gets a silent apology. 'what are you doing here?' you're already digging through the bag, you miss the inspection he's doing on your study partner. you also miss the way he's avoiding peter's eyes.

'just wanted to say hi,' you chew on a fry and hold your mouth closed while you pucker, a chaste kiss. 'hi.' you swallow and tap on the arm next to you, peter follows the motion closely. 'have you met peter yet?'

'uh, no.' he scoots closer to the table, you shrug and look up at peter. he has his focus on leslie, it seems more intimidating than friendly. when your study buddy looks to you for help, peter loses it.

'trouble? wanna come talk to me for a minute?' you frown, your fries are at the perfect temperature. 'but, you-' the look in peter's eyes tells you he isn't playing, a sense of urgency has you scooting your chair back.

the second you're ducked behind a shelf, it spits out. 'who the fuck is that?' peter's tone has you drawing your head back, it's sudden and aggressive. 'who, leslie?' he laughs, 'nice try, who is he?'

it feels accusatory, you take a slight step back. 'that's leslie, peter.' he snorts, 'and you left out the fact he's a guy?' the reason for his sudden change makes you feel dirty, you don't like how he's directing his words.

'i didn't feel like it had to be spesified.' peter nods sarcastically, 'so i tell you i'm hanging out with... jordan, and i've been around them for hours a day, for the entire week then you find out it's a chick and you wouldn't mind? not even a little bit?'

'it depends on what you're doing with her.' a dry laugh, 'you knew exactly what the fuck you were doing with that name shit. don't stand here and tell me i'm the idiot.'

he's making you feel sad, you don't understand how peter could think of you like that. 'i don't understand why you're so upset.' peter tugs at his snapback, scratching at his curls, he replaces it.

'because you're my fucking girlfriend.'

your arms cross, 'so i can no longer hang out with any other guy?' maybe you were being a little difficult, but he's the one that implied you were cheating, or at the very least capable of it.

'jesus christ, that's what you jump to? no, honey-' the name sounded sour, '-it's the fact that you knew i'd think he was a girl and you didn't try to change that.'

'i don't see why it matters.' peter feels like he's talking in circles and he really wants to break from the conversation because he can feel his frustration building, he's about to start saying things he'll regret.

'it doesn't!' you pull on his arm with wide eyes, your head spins to look around. peter brings himself to a whisper shout, 'it doesn't fucking matter, but it starts to matter when you lie to me.'

'don't make it seem like i'm cheating on you.' you tried to ease him down, like the two had nothing in common. it was the wrong choice of words, a fire blazed in peter's eyes. you stepped back when peter pointed a finger at you, for once, he's making you feel really small.

'you're the one who brought up cheating. go back to your fucking friend, i'm done.'

you try to grab onto his wrist, but peter shakes you off like you're nothing. 'peter,' he has no interest in what you have to say, you can't follow him, he's too quick. 'peter!'

when he's out of sight you look down at the ground and sigh. peter was right, you knew what you were doing by alluding to the fact leslie was a girl. and peter doesn't care when you hang out with other guys, but because you left that part out, you've been lying by omission and it makes everything seem worse than it is.

you just don't know what he meant by 'i'm done,' and you really hope it just pertains to the conversation. either way, you shuffle back to your table with a tail between your legs and hope to god peter would let you apologize.

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gentle knocks at the frat door, you were scared that if you gave peter a heads up, he'd bolt.

'uh oh, you're in trouble.' ethan has a smug look, it tells you that he's been preparing for you to show up. 'how much?' you need to know your chances before you can think of your plea bargain.

ethan wavers, 'he was... upset.' you hold your face between your hands as you slide in, mumbling out a 'fuck,' before building confidence to move up the stairs.

you lightly tap on your boyfriend's door, when there's no response you slowly twist the door knob. peter's lying on his bed, ankles crossed while a book covers his face.

'peter?' the door clicks shut. you timidly step forward, 'petey?' nothing from him, just a slight adjustment and he's back to reading. 'did we break up?'

the book drops, you're looking right at him. 'no, we didn't break up.' you can breathe a little bit better even if he went back to glaring at words, the main anxiety was flushed. 'okay, good.' you reach the end of his bed, rubbing at his shin you try to soften him up.

'i love you.' peter has a very unimpressed glance when you capture his total attention by taking a seat, pushing into his thighs. 'i don't know why i didn't tell you leslie was a guy, i mean, i honestly forgot but when you started saying she... i didn't correct you.' your fingers twiddle with the band of his watch, 'and i don't know why, i guess i wasn't thinking about it like that. but yeah, i'd feel a bit cheated if you did the same to me.'

'you keep saying cheat.'

cheating is almost number one in things you should never do to your partner, but for some reason, it really hits something in peter. just saying the word, out of context, has him pulling from your touch.

'peter, c'mon, stop it. you know what i mean. i'd never, ever cheat on you. i love you too much. i was on the spot and i thought you were implying i was cheating, and i was trying to say i wasn't cheating but then i think you took that as a guilty conscious coming forward and admitting i was cheat-'

'please stop saying cheating. please.'

you hold your mouth shut, a sheepish look crosses over your face. 'sorry.' it comes out as a mumble, it's an uncomfortable silence. you don't really know what to say, or do. you smash repetitive clicks on the side button of peter's watch, when you take a peek, he's watching your hands.

you're really trying, but you need to wash away any idea of it from his head. 'it's just that i never want you to think i'm cheating-' you're shocked into silence when peter rips his arm from you.

'fucking quit it with the cheating, trouble.' you open and close your mouth like a guppy, nothing sounds right. 'i know you don't like it, but i just need you to know that me hiding that leslie was a guy didn't mean i was trying to-'

'say cheat one more time, i fucking dare you.'

you stay silent. 'i don't know how to fix it, peter. i'm sorry i lied, and i’m sorry i keep saying the 'c' word.' you jump at peter's stage claps, you never knew how sarcastic a noise could sound.

'there we go! that was hard, huh?' it leaves a bad taste in your mouth, you frown at him. 'you don't need to be so condescending.' peter snorts, 'and you don't need to be lying about girls who are guys that wanna fuck you.'

you freeze on the spot, pushing the words out like they'll make you puke if you think too hard about them. 'leslie doesn't want to fuck me.' peter nudges your back with his knee, 'you're cute.'

you shake your head, 'i mean it. he knows you're my boyfriend, i talk about you all the time.'

'that's so cute, you're so cute.' you push his arm, 'i mean it, peter! i promise he wants nothing to do with me, he even told me he likes someone else.'

peter plays along for the sake of it, 'oh, yeah? he does? let me guess... it's someone you know.' you light up, 'yes! he wouldn't tell me if we were friends, but he said i know her!'

'right, right. and she's super pretty, right? maybe a little outgoing?' it's impressing how well peter knows this. 'yes-' peter keeps going, 'maybe intimidating because she'd never notice him? and how she might not be into a guy like him?'

peter's ticked every single box; your eyebrows furrow, a supercut of every moment you've had with your study partner runs through your mind. you see where you've been dumb on hints, and how you very much are... the girl you know.

'and that might be because she...' you fill in the blanks with shame, 'has a boyfriend.' it's muttered in a deep tone, pitch mocking peter's next words.

a brew of frustration, not on peter, but on men in general. you can't even study without being hunted? and why the fuck does peter know the game so well?

'this is bullshit! what the fuck is your problem?' you stand and glare down at peter, demanding him to answer on behalf of the world's male population. peter holds a hand on his chest, 'what the fuck is my problem? i don't know, what did i do?'

'you!' you point at him, again, a placeholder for all feminine rage. 'you fucking- you're a... you're a man and you suck and why am i constantly fucking sexualized? all i wanted-' you suck in for air, you don't know why you feel a lump in your throat, is this something really worth crying over? yes.

'all i wanted was a friend.' no tears, you're full of anger again. who does that to a person? 'and the whole time i'm being baited? i just wanted to pass my fucking class, peter! i wanted to do it without your help and the second i don't have a fucking man tied to my hip, i'm being plotted against?'

'trouble,' peter's heart hurts and you can hear it.

'no! it's so unfair, and it's unfair that you'll never understand it. it's unfair that i have to live my entire life afraid of what's behind my shoulder. it's unfair that i can't be left alone. even when i make it clear i already have the person i want. it's just-'

you sink next to peter, he sits up to hug you. 'unfair. it's really, really unfair and i'm sorry i can't relate or understand. i'm sorry you thought you had a friend, i'm sorry you feel like you can't relax, and i'm sorry i rubbed it in your face.'

he did rub it in your face.

'you have plenty of guy friends with good intentions that would do anything to keep you out of harm's way. that includes calling out other guys that may not have them, but i could've been nicer. i'm sorry i'm just a man sometimes. i'll work on it, i promise.'

you melt into his touch, peter is very much just a man sometimes. but he's your man and always good at calling himself out when he needs it. 'is that why you thought i cheated on you?'

'the next time you say cheat, you owe me twenty bucks.' you ignore the quip, 'is it?'

peter scoffs as he rubs your back. 'i didn't think you were cheating, trouble. i was upset that my girlfriend was lying about who she was hanging out with.' a slew of kisses to your hairline follow.

'and maybe a little jealous.' you laugh, there's nothing for him to be jealous over, but he's super serious and pulls away to cup your face so you're looking right at him. 

'because you're my baby, and i need it to stay that way.'

[newkatzkafe2023]

Hey have you ever heard of Courtnapping among demons? Basically when a demon really likes someone, they make their home as welcoming and comfortable as possible as well as have enough to provide their potential mate with anything and everything they need, so let's say the Monkeys are having a stroll one day when suddenly they're picked up by a female monkey who's larger than them and taken to a very large but very homey cave. This cave has food, drink, clothing, weapons anything they would want or need. While the monkeys were impressed, they decided to ask why they're here, she looked into their eyes and said, "I've kidnapped you, so you're my mate now."

I HEARD OF COURTNAPPING AND I LOVE IT SO MUCH🤩🤩🤩🤩🤩 and I think we can do something better the a cave😉😉😉😉

(Lmk Wukong) Honestly you're not the first demon to try and courtnap him, but you are the first to succeed though🤣. Wukong was always able to slip away from anyone trying to get him, ever since he became the great sage equal to heaven people and demons of all kinds wanted a piece of him. Now for the first to succeed part well he was taking a nice long he was then bought to a incredibly luxurious Mansion and saw food, drinks, weapons, cozy and warm blankets with a giant Flat screen TV. Wukong was shocked by how privileged he feels and finally saw you come in with hot chocolate, he asked you why did you kidnapped him you then told him that you took him to be your mate. Wukong was Blushing and totally caught off guard by your Purposal, well at least your adorable.

(MKR Wukong) Ok he is just trying to wrap his head around the situation he's in, one moment he was patrolling the camp protecting his master. The next moment he was thrown over the shoulder of a tall, large female monkey who was heading for this massive fancy Mansion. Wukong was bamboozled by your surprisenly fancy mountain home and had all the stuff he could ask for in it. The house food, drinks, weapons and other cool treasures and items and Wukong was admittedly impressed by the display. He had to snap out of it and he demanded to know why you had kidnapped him and why did you bring him to your house. After a while you finally answered stating your name and the reason why you kidnapped him is being you wanted him as a mate. With this info Wukong had put two and two together before his face became red with embarrassment, and he felt something else. He got courtnap..HIS ASS GOT COURTNAP, and for some god Forsaking reason, he is not angry at all as he was hugged and kissed by you.

(HIB Wukong) He definitely put up a good fight at first, so you had to use a slightly drastic measure, but nobody was hurt. Now he was bound and gagged as he was carried to your home in another mountain. It was filled with treasure, food, drinks, weapons, and Apparently baby clothes, toys and medical supplies, and more. Wukong was admittedly impressed, but he had to get back to Luier and Silly girl and with that Wukong had asked you what you wanted and why you kidnapped him for. You then said that you successfully got him so he's officially your mate now, ohhhhhhhhhh the look on his face was priceless as he sat there blushing and shocked at your words. You are admittedly attractive and clearly interested in him to the point you had went and courtnap him, Wukong could never recover from this.

(NR Wukong) Ok, you'll need patience, careful planning, and a lot of booze in order to catch this guy because catching a butterfly is way easier than catching him. What you did catch him with was deep fried fish you made, and he was busy eating that as you carry him back to your home. When Wukong was done eating, he looked around your surprisingly fancy house and found it impressive even with all the stuff he saw with the food, drinks, weapons, and more things he's never seen before. Wukong was impressed, and when you came along, he asked why you bought him here, and you told him that you courtnapped him, so he's your mate now. Wukong brain was buffering excessively, so he was kidnapped by a hot lady who was very interested in him. You know you could have just asked him right??

(Netflix Wukong) He's freaking out a like alot he has no idea how to handle this situation at all. Wukong was coming home to Lin's house after fighting a bunch of demons when suddenly he found himself, Tackled, Tied up and carried over the shoulder of a tall monkey woman AKA YOU!!!! He rightfully panic as he's never expected something like this to happen to him. Later on, he was put in a cozy house with food, drinks, weapons, cozy pillows and blankets, and a bunch of other awesome stuff. Wukong was soon given peach tea from you, and he took this time to Interrogate, you on, what's going on?Why did you kidnap him and what your intentions are??? You laughed as you told him your name and said that since you successfully courtnap him that he's your mate now🥰🥰🥰. Now Wukong heard of courtnapping but never thought it would ever happen to him and by a Gorgeous monkey woman at that. He's not sure if he should be fortunate or not, but at least he took this chance to brag about himself to you.

(BMW Wukong) How is this even happening right now like seriously, he's at a lost at this. Let me explain Wukong was just being himself looking for enemies and adventure or looking to cause trouble, when he spotted something in the distance a tall female monkey which was you. Wukong demanded that you state your business as he was cautious incase you want to try something, but the next thing he knew he was being bound and gagged by the same female monkey who was now carrying him away. Wukong was then bought to a Huge bur comfortable looking house, where it was full of treasures he had never seen before along with food, drinks and other cozy comfort items. Wukong was admittedly impressed by everything but still wanted an explanation on why he was kidnapped, and well you told him😏. After given the explanation of your introduction and intentions He found himself in a state of shock at you calling him your mate, meaning he just got courtnap by this powerful Strategic Attractive devil monkey woman got him off guard. You sexy little Theif😍😲

(Destined One) He's confused at best because he appears to be being kidnapped by a taller than him female monkey. Now the shenanigans continue as you bought him back to your home that what a big cottage in a quiet and peaceful looking forest. The Destined one already like your house and it gets better on the inside it has everything he can ask for, their was his favorite food, drinks, awesome weapons and cool treasures that were never seen by him ever. Their was ever a cozy soft heavy slightly heated blanket just for him to snuggle and nap in. The Destined one was very impressed by the place he was bought too, and before he could almost fall asleep on your couch, you came in introducing yourself and openly called him your new mate. The Destined one instantly knew what happened, and considering you went on, you went out of your way to provide a good, safe, comfortable place for him. Also, you were adorable and attractive looking and clearly strong if you could haul him around with absolutely no trouble, and that's secretly sexy to him.

Feel Free to Reblog🔔💒💍👰‍♀🤵‍♂️

[prime-adeptus]

Of Ghosts and Smoke Signals

Who was he before he became the Colonel? What was the death and resurrection he dreamt of so often? The voice he heard in flashbacks—was it yours? (Or: the one where two lost souls find each other again.)

PAIRING.⠀Xia Yizhou | Caleb x Reader

CONTENT.⠀NSFW | female reader | (referenced) spoilers for Caleb’s route and card stories + Winter Soldier AU | slight yandere Caleb | amnesia, assassins, blood and violence, brainwashing, childhood friends, character death (not Caleb anymore), corruption, grief, hidden cameras, mentions of torture, reunions, romance, stalking (it's his job!!!). angst with a happy ending. | smut tags: cunnilingus, emotional sex, implied loss of virginity, vaginal fingering, vaginal sex | ~7,5k words

A/N.⠀hey guys so since I'm already being cooked, boiled, braised, fried, steamed, grilled, and everything in between, I thought why not just succumb to the brainrot. I have been in a stupefied gegepilled state for the past week so here u go. product of my brain doing its thing.

available on AO3 | reblogs and comments are always appreciated!

Though there was much that the Colonel couldn’t remember, there was one constant: he always had the same dream.

It would be as if he was seeing the world in somebody else’s eyes. He’d see fire and total destruction, debris scattered all over what used to be his home. He’d feel phantom pains in his limbs and cough and choke from the smoke in the air. The next time he came to, he’d be strapped to a table in a cold room with fluorescent lights. There would be masked people around him, all dressed in military uniforms as they oversaw his experimentation process. Then, he’d feel excruciating pain all over his body, electricity shocking through his entire system as the world went dark. There’d be a strange emptiness where his arm was meant to be.

After that, he’d hear a hiss as the doors to his cryo chambers opened, effectively waking him up for the mission that day. His quarters were perhaps in the most secluded part of the Farspace Fleet’s base, away from any inquisitive eyes and potential dangers (though those wouldn’t be of any concern to him). The room was dark and freezing, but it was nothing he couldn’t withstand. He was superhuman. Serum after serum and tests after tests were done on him for as long as he could remember. As far as the Fleet was concerned, he was the prime of all men—strong, fearless, merciless, and on a level far beyond others.

Not once has he ever failed a mission. The Colonel completed every task flawlessly. He never left behind loose ends. He had no name, no memories, and no sentiments holding him back. He zeroed in on succeeding every mission, and he did. There was no reward for a soldier like him. He lived in a rigid routine—be awakened from cryostasis, do the mission, return to the cryo chamber, and it would start all over again. The disciplinarian lifestyle suited him, he thought. His main duty was to do the dirty work. He didn’t fraternise like his superiors did. He didn’t feel, and if he did, they’d shock him again, restarting his memory anew.

The wintry coldness surrounded his body as the chamber pushed him out of its confines, allowing him to step down and roll his shoulders to ease the tension in his muscles. Frost clung to his metal arm and glinted in the light of the laboratory. A mechanic was performing a routine inspection on it, numerous tools at the ready beside him as one of the Farspace Fleet’s officials—Commander Rand—paced around the room slowly, seemingly deep in thought. The metal in her heels clicked against that of the flooring; the noise reverberated throughout the room, knocking against the ground in steady taps.

“Your mission this time is slightly different from what we usually make you do,” she said, stopping in front of him and holding out a folder. He took it gingerly. “We don’t need you to kill… yet. We just need you to deliver a warning.”

He peered at the photos within. From first glance, it was already clear that you were a civilian, and a harmless one at that. Though not one to question his orders, he didn’t understand how someone so mundane could have caught the Farspace Fleet’s attention. She said your name as he was reading it. Reflexively, blurred images and voices flashed in his mind, a sharp pain striking his head.

I’m not a little girl anymore, █████.

It wasn’t the first time these flashes happened. They came whenever he was conscious. He couldn’t tell if they were memories or just figments of his imagination—or of whatever humanity was left within him. The voice felt so familiar yet so far away, too out of reach, like it was light years beyond him.

I don’t need you to protect me.

The words haunted him whenever there was silence. It continued to haunt him even now as the older woman stood in front of him patiently, crossing her arms over her chest. Hiding his discomfort, he opted to ignore it for the time being and return his gaze to her.

She offered him a wry smile. “This poor little puppy has been sticking her nose where it doesn’t belong.”

“How so?” he finally spoke up. Civilians weren’t of interest to him. No one was, really. If it wasn’t combat information, then he didn’t care, but there was something about your photo that piqued his curiosity just the slightest. He chalked it up to him being meticulous. Anything to guarantee the success of the mission.

Sparks bounced off of his arm as buzzing filled in the brief silence. Commander Rand produced a cigarette from her breast pocket, placing it between her lips and smoothly lighting it up with a match. Her expression was pulled taut, shoulders stiff as she shifted her weight to one leg, standing more comfortably. He barely noticed the mechanic finishing up his work and hurrying out of the room, presumably afraid of their presence. She exhaled heavily.

“She’s caught wind of our… activities behind the scenes,” she explained with a pitched sigh, blowing smoke out the corner of her lips. “Not a journalist, not a private investigator, just a nosy little thing. Keeps looking into Bloomshore District. We have the media and police in our pockets, but, well… you know how I hate loose ends.”

“She’s a civilian,” he pointed out.

“You’ve done worse, Colonel. Don’t act all high and mighty now,” she retorted, tone dripping with mockery.

She was right. Any outspoken rebels were dealt with by the Colonel himself. In the same manner he had gone through before, these people were brought up to the laboratory where they sat in the electrical chair. Scientists worked tirelessly to hypnotise and medicate them, and by the time they were done, the subjects would not remember anything. As far as they were concerned, it was a nightmare, and the man overseeing these procedures didn’t exist.

He pursed his lips, suddenly irritated. “What do you need me to do?”

“Do whatever you want. Maybe take a direct approach,” she sighed, taking another drag of her cigarette. “Just let her know we’re watching.”

“And if she resists?”

“Bring her here. I’m leaving the interrogation and reprogramming in your hands.” She smiled again. The gesture was sardonic and forced. Something didn’t feel right. “Is that clear?”

It wasn’t anything outside of his capabilities. The Fleet used him as a multifunctional asset—assassin, bodyguard, spy, and everything in between. Doing their dirty work was nothing new. He flexed his metal fingers in front of him, curling it into a fist as he gave her a determined stare. He nodded grimly.

“Good. Better get started, Colonel.”

—

The Farspace Fleet had eyes and ears everywhere.

From mirrors in homes, corners of buildings on the streets to the most inconspicuous of things like trees and benches, cameras and microphones were in every nook and cranny of Skyhaven. No household was safe. They saw everything, they heard everything, and they knew everything. Vocal criticism of the Fleet was punishable by law. Any journalist who dared speak up would suddenly be out of work, and those who dared act on their thoughts would be thrown into a holding cell. It was how they kept the people of Skyhaven under their thumb.

This never seemed to be a concern for you at all.

You weren’t afraid to ask questions as soon as they came to mind. You weren’t afraid to venture into places the Fleet declared forbidden, either. Bloomshore District had been closed off since the explosion and was deemed an extremely polluted area unsafe for the people since last year. You still stopped by every now and then, silently musing in front of the remnants of homes. You had a particular fixation on the explosion despite the Fleet having ‘confirmed’ it to be an accident. Your searches dug deep, veering dangerously close to the truth, and your social media activity revealed everything you were interested in. He was starting to see why Commander Rand saw you as a potential threat.

The second thing he noticed was that you were constantly anxious.

You always returned home before the sun set. As soon as it got dark, your blinds would be closed, and your windows would be locked. You’d cover the small gap beneath the front door with fabric and compulsively check the lock until you were reassured enough. Though you lived in a relatively safe area close to the local university, it seemed that you were still wary of your neighbours, especially those who were male. You constantly looked behind you when you were walking, trying to detect a predator, and you always held your key between your fingers as a makeshift weapon.

The third thing he noticed was that you liked living by a routine. It wasn’t anything complicated. In the morning, you’d leave for work, and some time after four in the evening, you’d return home. After freshening up, you’d leave for the cemetery with a lunch box in hand. You’d sit in front of a headstone and eat; no words were spoken, only hushed whispers of the wind.

He had once gone ahead and took a look at the headstone himself, his innate curiosity awakened. “Here Lies Caleb, Loved In and After Death” was engraved into the surface. He didn’t recognise the name, but there was something about it that seemed to strike a nerve. His head throbbed as visions flashed before his eyes once more. He pictured a younger version of you beaming at him, braces on full display as your eyes crinkled into little curved moons. He pictured a hand coming up to affectionately ruffle your hair and the sound of chuckles in response to your pout. He wasn’t one to contemplate his past often—to him, all he needed to think about was the mission—but a nagging sense of familiarity tugged at his heart strings, causing him to falter.

‘Always,’ ‘by your side,’ and ‘promise.’ Those words echoed themselves in his brain in desperate whispers, begging for him to remember what they meant. He stared at the road ahead of him. Your silhouette was long gone, but your presence lingered with him, like a magnetic field drawing him close. Days of observing you led to more questions than answers. Not just questions about you, but questions about himself. Who was he before he became the Colonel? What was the death and resurrection he dreamt of so often? The voice he heard in flashbacks—was it yours?

Things he never considered became all that he thought about. He began to jot everything down in a small notebook in hopes that it would remind him of something, anything. He was no longer working emotionlessly; this time, there was a storm gathering in his mind, and he was feeling everything all at once. When he returned to his safehouse that day, the sight of you sitting in front of his (was it really his?) grave replayed before his eyes again and again. Though the fog was starting to clear little by little, the past was still obscured in uncertainty. This was only one small piece of the puzzle, and you were the key.

It was a rainy evening when he finally made his move. You weren’t home, having gone out to dinner with your coworkers. He picked the lock to your front door with ease and invited himself in, careful eyes scanning his surroundings. Trinkets and collectibles of things you enjoyed decorated the empty spaces on the shelves. Your shoes rested unevenly on their rack, some of them askew and some missing its other side. Post-it notes and magnets were scattered across the door of your fridge, and the counter had a basket of decorative apples placed on it. It brought forth a nostalgic feeling, one that reminded him of youth and family.

He continued on. The stairs creaked with each step he took up the stairs. The door to your bedroom was wide open, revealing your sanctuary to him. The bed was unmade. Pillows were messily thrown on top of each other and the blanket was hanging off the edge. Plush dolls of varying sizes lined up the side of your bed. Some of your clothes laid on the mattress, presumably the ones you decided you weren’t going to wear. He stepped inside carefully, gaze darting across the room before it landed on your desk.

There was an open notebook on it. The pages were full of scrawled handwriting. Some of them had nonsensical diagrams with only a few keywords connecting them to one another. Ever, F.F., body not recovered. He flipped through the pages, trying to make sense of what you’d written when a photograph fell out, slowly floating down before he caught it swiftly. It was a photo of him and you together. You were kissing his cheek and he wore a delightfully surprised expression on his face. A large bouquet of apple blossoms was in his hands, seemingly handmade. He hardly recognised the man in the image. It felt as though he was looking at someone else.

His head was starting to throb. Pushing on, he flipped the photograph over to find a note written on the back—no matter where you fly to, remember to come home to me! written in black marker and accented with heart-shaped stickers. Without thinking, he tucked it into his pocket as his mind spun with several theories and fragments of remembrance. Memories of your laughter drifted into his mind, accompanied by blurred images of your playful smile and your twinkling eyes. Images of childhood flashed before his eyes. He saw a garden of irises and white peonies, a rainbow in his field of sight. He saw a worn down attic, glass shards scattered all across the ground as someone held on tight to him.

He remembered holding a needle and thread in his hands, fixing up a beloved plush doll and putting it back together. He remembered the scent of jasmine and lemongrass, wafting past his nostrils and bringing forth thoughts of summer. He felt the comfort of a person’s presence and the pride of being relied on by someone. Knees giving out beneath him, he shakily took a seat on your bed and took in a deep breath in an attempt to ease his mind. Distress weighed heavy on his shoulders. The memories felt so real and so close, but they still didn’t feel like they belonged to him.

I’m scared… Will you stay with me?

I’ll protect you. I promise.

Electric shocks. The sound of a man’s pained screams. Ice-cold temperatures. Agonising pain on his shoulder. He wished there was an easier way to search for answers. In the back of his mind, he wondered just how much the Farspace Fleet had taken from him. He didn’t know what it was in exchange for. They gained a deadly and untouchable asset, but he gained nothing.

Thunder roared outside. It snapped the Colonel back to the present. Seeing the sky flash outside made dread settle at the pit of his stomach. There was a lot to consider, but he had to return the mission—it was his duty. Adjusting the mask on his face, he returned downstairs to wait for your return. The downpour was slowing down, transitioning into a lighter shower as time passed by. The Farspace Fleet uniform he donned was starting to feel suffocating, like they weren’t meant for him. Still, he composed himself and watched as the doorknob turned with the sound of keys jingling in the background. Flailing around blindly, it took a couple of tries before you were able to find the light switch, and the light smile you’d been wearing on your face immediately twisted into a look of fear.

“Who are you?” you breathed, fists clenching the strap of your bag tighter. “How did you get in my house?”

He stepped forward. “You’ve been lurking in places you shouldn’t be in.”

“What do you mean?” Your brows knit together in a mix of uncertainty and agitation. Your gaze travelled to his hat then his clothes before reality dawned on you. “You’re from the Farspace Fleet?”

Ignoring the lump forming in his throat, he handed you a folder. With trembling hands, you looked through them, eyes widening upon realising that they were records of your personal data. Chat logs, search histories and surveillance images stared back at you. You wanted to run away but you were rooted to your spot, completely frozen still. He made his move to leave, stopping just beside you.

“This is your final warning,” he said. His voice was quiet, hesitant. “Stop looking into Fleet matters.”

With that said, he walked out of your home and closed the door behind him. The rain drowned out the sound of your crying, but he heard everything.

—

You laid low for a few days after that.

The surveillance feed showed that you barely left your house at all. Instead of opening your curtains all the way through, you left but a small sliver for the sunlight to shine in. It was a reaction he saw often. You were far from the first citizen he had to warn. He’d done worse for those who did less. Commander Rand was unpredictable; however someone was going to be dealt with depended entirely on her mood that day. The Colonel was simply her soldier. He followed his orders. He always completed his missions.

He continued to keep an eye on you. At first, you held back. You hardly used your computer and ignored incoming calls, worried that one of them might be him. He had hours’ worth of footage of you blankly staring into whatever programme was playing on television. Isolation brought unwelcome company, allowing fear and doubt to enter the fray, and you were losing. With no visible sign that you were going to keep poking around, he was prepared to report to Commander Rand about his success.

But on the sixth night of self-isolation, you picked up right where you left off. You were back to spending hours on your laptop, sifting through your notes and tinkering with your evidence board. It was as if you had an epiphany, a burst of energy. You’d thrown yourself off the couch and ran to your room, digging through your drawers to find everything you hid away after his visit. The footage was grainy and unclear, impossible to zero in on the details of what you were doing.

No longer did you turn in early. Mugs of coffee kept you awake all night. You’d spend hours at your desk and get up, stretching your limbs before sitting back down. You’d talk to yourself, moving animatedly as you paced around the room. Frantic, sleepless, and on the verge of a discovery. You started returning to the explosion site as well. Surveillance caught you crouching before a burnt down house, digging through the rubble and capturing photos. You were more careful in your movements. You broke out of the self-imposed curfew and left when the streets were desolate. No stone was left unturned.

The longer he watched you, the more his thoughts circulated around you. There was a need to know everything about you clawing at his chest, pulling him down into dark waters. Before long, he was visiting the site in question himself. Fleeting images of a home appeared before his eyes. Muffled words rang in his ears. The dream he always had—the one where there was only fire and debris, only pain and hopelessness—was starting to feel like a true memory. It left him out of kilter. He found his thoughts wandering more frequently as he tried to make sense of the broken pieces in his head.

He was strong. He knew this, and yet, being more aware has never made him feel so helpless. He was a man grasping at straws. He was a traveller trying to find an oasis in endless desert sands. The rational part of him—the Colonel, not this broken man—reminded him to focus. That these memories were forgotten for a reason, and that he didn’t need them. He found himself stuck inside a paradox of wanting to know but fearing what he would see—fearing that he’d loathe it if he saw the truth. He didn’t know what he’d do after learning it, either. Being the renowned agent Colonel meant his life was in the Fleet’s possession. He wouldn’t be able to return to a normal life, not like the one he seemingly had with you. And if he showed any sign of remembering, they’d shock him with electricity again until every thought left his head.

If he was dead, then he was reborn as a captive to the Farspace Fleet. Insurmountable amounts of blood were on his hands. Hundreds of people had been beaten by him until they were nothing left but a mass of broken bones. Hundreds more had undergone the same therapy that he did, all under his orders. His title was spoken in hushed whispers by people afraid of encountering him and his mechanical ways.

The Colonel is watching. The Colonel sees everything. The Colonel is a cruel, lifeless puppet—

His life was theirs. There was no light at the end of the tunnel. There was only you, and even if he only knew bits and pieces of you, he was unknowingly latching on to you like you were his lifeline. You held the answers. You held the truth. And now that you were on the Commander’s radar, he was the only one who could save you—and free himself from this prison they trapped him in.

(I’ll always be by your side.)

His earpiece rang. “Colonel. Any updates?”

“Commander,” he greeted, taking a moment to think. The turmoil within gnawed at him, wrapping its ghastly hands around his throat, digging their claws into his skin and drawing blood. He still had to finish the mission. After a long pause, he finally spoke up again, throat closing up and heart pounding against his chest. “Bringing her to HQ now.”

—

You awakened to complete darkness.

The room was cold, sending goosebumps rising across your skin. You felt trapped and oddly stiff. Trying to stand up, you found that there were metal restraints holding your wrists and ankles back against the interrogation chair. The lights suddenly came on, not giving you any time to adjust your vision as two people came into view. One of them wore a mask that covered up to his eyes. You struggled against the binds, fruitlessly trying to break free as the woman stepped forward with a smirk.

“Look who’s awake,” she cooed. “Our little problem.”

“Where am I?” you blurted out. Your head was pounding and fatigued seeped deep down into your bones, slowing down whatever train of thought you could have. “You’re… Commander Rand. Am I…”

“Yes,” she chuckled. “You’re here at the Farspace Fleet’s base. This is what you wanted, isn’t it? A little glimpse of how we do things behind the scenes?”

You let out a heavy exhale. “I haven’t told anyone about what I found.”

“It doesn’t matter, little girl.” Her tone turned sharp, the stability in her voice a façade to the rage brewing deep within her soul. “I was nice enough to have the Colonel warn you harmlessly. You just can’t take ‘no’ for an answer, can you?”

Fear shot into your heart. Apprehension stirred at the pit of your stomach, making your blood run cold as you struggled some more. She sighed in exaggeration, leaning her arms against her knees.

“You wanted to know the truth behind Bloomshore District?” She clapped, her lips curling into a sly smile. “I’ve got a surprise for you. Colonel, take off your mask.”

Hesitantly, he complied, and in that moment, your world stopped.

You couldn’t say a word. You stared into the eyes of the man you thought was dead. You saw the explosion yourself, felt the debris cut into your skin as your home burned down. You visited the abandoned area several times when you missed home. The necklace you wore was beginning to feel heavier, something akin to a ball and chain. You couldn’t believe your eyes. The ringing in your ears grew increasingly violent the longer you realised that this wasn’t a dream—this was all real, and you were right in the middle of it.

“Caleb?” you whispered in disbelief.

“The one and only!” Commander Rand declared. You could practically hear the smirk and mockery in her voice. “Even better, he can’t remember you. You’re nothing. Is that enough for closure, little girl?”

She laughed and laughed like she was watching a comedy show, clutching at her stomach and wiping her eyes with her sleeve. Her laughter was loud and grating, demeaning, and it sparked a burning rage inside you.

“It doesn’t matter,” she continued with a happy sigh once she calmed down from her moment of sadistic joy. “You know, we’ve put him through a lot since that fateful day. But we saved his life. You ran away.”

“We brought him to life. Took away everything that made him weak and turned him into the perfect soldier. And you, little girl…” She leaned forward, the smile never dropping from her face. “You’re the final part of his test.”

She brandished a pistol and shoved it into Caleb’s hands, pushing him forward with a satisfied expression on her face.

“You know what to do, Colonel.”

Caleb watched you quietly. It felt like he was drifting further and further apart from you. You didn’t want to die, but your choices led you here—this was your fault, everything was, and you were going to pay the price for it. You looked up at him, tears streaming down your cheeks as you forced a smile, your voice quivering as you spoke.

“I’m glad I got to see you again.”

He cocked the gun. You closed your eyes and braced yourself for the inevitable. You weren’t as religious as you used to be, but you still recited a prayer in your mind, hoping that the heavens would have mercy on you.

You heard the sound of a gunshot, but you felt nothing.

Tentatively opening your eyes, you found that Caleb had his back faced to you. Commander Rand was no longer speaking. There was a bullet wound in the middle of her forehead and she slouched over. The metal restraints unlocked, allowing you to free yourself. The sight of her corpse made you wince. You reflexively looked away, not wanting to see any more of the blood and gore.

He faced you again. “We don’t have much time.”

“What—”

He swiftly carried you in his arms and pushed the door open, briskly making his way down the hall. He peeked out of the corner, scanning if there were more personnel around. Once he was sure that the coast was clear, he continued to run before finally arriving at what appeared to be a fire exit staircase. He hurried down, the metal plating echoing within the walls as he did so. You wrapped your arms around his neck, fear coursing through your veins as he made his escape.

The moment he opened the door, clamour broke out. Gunshots rang and bullet shells fell to the ground with a loud clang. The staccato rhythm made the adrenaline rush worse, intensifying your anxiety until all you could hear was the ringing in your ears. Caleb deflected every bullet with his arm, keeping you shielded with his body. A gasp left him as a bullet grazed his cheek. The sting was of little concern to him. He needed to get you to safety.

He held you closer. The soldiers were approaching. Spotting a plane with its ramp down, he unceremoniously tossed you into the ship before rushing into the pilot’s seat, gearing up for take off. Bullets bounced off of the surface as the vehicle rolled down the runway at full speed. Some officers were forced to move out of the way. Some didn’t leave in time. He started its ascent, going higher and higher into the air. The ramp was slowly closing up, but you could still see blood and bodies on the rooftop.

Death wasn’t unfamiliar, but witnessing it was.

You stared at him in horror. You never knew he was capable of such violence. This wasn’t the Caleb you knew—this was a stranger taking on his form. Was this what he was doing for the past year? Taking lives without batting an eye and running from danger? You were stunned, speechless. Where were you supposed to begin?

Your stomach lurched when you glanced out the window as you pushed yourself back to your feet. Being several miles off the ground made your panic increase tenfold. You breathed heavily and sat down, gripping the edge of your seat. You barely made it out earlier. Caleb had been moving at an inhuman speed, effortlessly deflecting bullets while keeping you safe. Your protection at the cost of many lives. You didn’t know what to feel.

“What the hell was that?!” you yelled, fully distraught. “You just ran over a bunch of people!”

“I had to get you to safety,” he replied easily.

“But—” You cut yourself off, throwing your hands in the air with a frustrated groan. You were glad to be safe, but what you saw earlier—that wasn’t right. Those were people with families, children, loved ones waiting at home. This man was a monster. “A child is going to wonder why his father’s not coming home. How can you be so unaffected?”

Your voice was shaking and you could barely hold back your tears, the emotional turbulence catching up to you without warning. Caleb shot you a concerned glance but swiftly returned to focusing on the path ahead of him.

His fists clenched around the handle. “I can’t let you get hurt.”

“None of this would’ve happened if you just killed me, Caleb!” you cried out.

“I said I’d keep you safe,” he repeated, more firmly this time. There was a hint of irritation in his tone. He’d never spoken to you like this before. You only cried harder, overwhelmed by everything that had just happened.

“And here I thought I needed you,” you muttered bitterly, turning away from him. You didn’t want to look at him. “How am I supposed to live with this?”

He didn’t answer. You weren’t sure if you wanted him to.

Silence settled over the cabin. The only sound you could hear was the dull vibrations of the engine within. Time seemed to pass by torturously slowly. Every second felt too long. The weight of your words and regret lingered in the air, leaving it with a sour taste.

With a sudden lurch, the ship began its descent. The soft jolt of landing brought you back to the present. Caleb unbuckled his harness and went towards the control before crouching down, deftly searching for something beneath the panel.

“What are you doing?”

“Disabling the tracker,” he replied, ripping off the piece with ease. “So they can’t find us.”

Effortlessly crushing it into pieces with his metal hand, he tossed them away and made his way over to you. Before you could ask, he slipped his arms beneath your shoulders and the back of your knees and hoisted you up without so much of a grunt. You banged your fists on his chest, struggling to get out of his hold.

“Let me down!”

“No.”

“Caleb!”

“Please. Let me protect you,” he said, finally meeting your eyes. There was a profound sadness within them, making you waver for a moment. “I promised I’d always keep you safe.”

He trekked through the shallow waters, grasslands and rocky paths with expertise. The new scenery made for a rather good distraction. The sun’s rays peeked between the threes and adorned the path in light and shadow. Birds cawed and chirped from where they were hidden, engaging in a natural symphony. After what felt like hours, you arrived at a bunker built into the hill. He gingerly put you down and walked up to the doors, quickly typing something on the keypad.

“Door is unlocked,” came the automated voice.

He ushered you inside and closed the door behind him, activating every lock hidden behind it. It looked more like a resort than it did a military bunker. There was a kitchen with marble countertops, a massive television on the wall and an equally large sofa as the centerpiece. It smelled clean, like it hadn’t been used in years. The sight of him darting across the place was overwhelming you.

“Caleb!” you called out, breaking him out of his daze. “Can we please talk?”

“This is Commander Rand’s private island. I’ve escorted her here once. No one else knows about it.”

“That’s not what we need to talk about,” you sighed. Feeling weak in the knees, you sat down, and he followed suit. “You… You killed her. And you killed them.”

“She was a threat to you. I had to eliminate her,” he responded. He almost sounded casual. “She was the one who gave me the order to keep an eye on you, and I did. But… there’s something about you. I started to remember. What happened back there gave me proof of it.”

“What have they done to you?” The way your voice was so quiet broke his heart. “You’ve changed.”

The fingers on his bionic arm curled into a fist then relaxed not long after. He took a moment to gather his thoughts before looking at you with regret, weakness evident in his voice, “I can’t tell you.”

You wanted to scream and cry, to break something, but all you did was stare at him. You didn’t know what to feel. It was a tempest in your head, an amalgamation of relief, sadness, anger and shock. You had spent a year grieving over him, digging into the deepest, darkest corners to find out who was behind his death, only to learn that he was alive the entire time. Alive, brainwashed, turned into a super soldier. Turned into a monster.

Despite your rage, you let him pull you in for a warm embrace. The feeling and the warmth of him made you break into sobs again, fists grabbing the fabric of his shirt until they trembled. Your ear was pressed against his chest.. His heart thumped beneath his ribcage, proving to you that this was real. He was real.

“I’m sorry,” he murmured sadly. “I had to do it.”

You slouched against him, eyes slowly closing from the exhaustion. Your drowsy state tuned out the sound of his voice.

“I did it for you.”

—

Caleb was having a nightmare.

His brows furrowed and his fingers flexed and unfurled. Sweat gathered at the crown of his head as he squirmed in place, wincing and mumbling under his breath. You slowly blinked the sleep out of your eyes and blindly patted the bed searching for him. When you found his arm, you gently shook him awake, trying to wake him up.

“Caleb,” you called. “Caleb, wake up.”

His eyes snapped open and he wheezed, chest rising and falling with each breath. In the dim light, he looked up at you and panted, still reeling from his nightmare.

“I’m sorry.”

You frowned. “Why are you saying sorry? It’s out of your control.”

Sighing through your nose, you gingerly brushed his hair back. The damp strands glided between your fingers.

“Do you want to talk about it?” you asked. It was the softest you had been with him since yesterday. “It might help take your mind off of it.”

He paused for a moment. He seemed to be hesitating. Knowing him, it was likely because he didn’t want you to see him this way, but it was too late for worries like that.

“They took everything from me,” he murmured, defeated. “My arm. My memories. And…”

He took your hand in his and laced your fingers together. You listened quietly and let him seek your warmth. Even through everything, you cared about him. You were still shaken from what happened, but the way he sounded so broken had you crumbling completely.

“I couldn’t remember,” he continued, barely louder than a whisper. “Until I knew it was you.”

“Caleb…”

“Every time I remembered, they shocked me and put me in ice until my next mission. My life was theirs.”

Heat spread across your body as you grew enraged. Not at him anymore, but at them for ruining him the way they did. He would never be the same. He could never have a normal life again. You couldn’t imagine just how much they put him through in the past year.

“They hurt me, but it can never compare to what they made me do.”

“I’m sorry. I wish I knew what to say,” you whispered softly. “If I had known—”

“You being here is enough,” he said, squeezing your hand warmly to ground himself. “You don’t have to be scared anymore.”

You cupped the side of his face and gently caressed his cheek with your thumb. You didn’t mean the horrible things you said to him, but you couldn’t take them back. An apology died at the tip of your tongue as he shuffled closer, resting his forehead against your own. You could feel his gaze on you even in the dark. You could never forget the way he looked at you. It was something shared between the two of you. Only you and he knew what it meant.

“Caleb,” you breathed, “I missed you.”

Your throat felt like it was getting closed up. Your bottom lip quivered and you began to cry, trying to hold back the sobs that were leaving you. Tears gathered at the corners of your eyes and burst, sliding down your face and staining the pillow beneath. Your lips were close to brushing each other. Craning your head, you met him in a chaste kiss, eyelids fluttering shut. He wrapped his arm around your waist and pulled you flush to him, rubbing soothing circles on your back.

“You said you didn’t need me,” he uttered. A sense of urgency clawed at him. “Do you still believe that?”

You exhaled slowly. “No. I don’t.”

“Say it,” he sighed. “Please.”

“I need you, Caleb.”

His lips met yours in a passionate, hungry kiss. His hands roamed your body, mapping out every inch of your skin beneath his touch as he let you push him onto the bed. You straddled his waist and lovingly cradled his face, letting him lose himself in your taste, eyelids fluttering shut as he fell deeper and deeper. A shaky moan left his throat when you moved to his neck, pressing gentle kisses against it before grazing his skin with your teeth and sucking softly.

He squeezed your hips firmly. “Lay back. I need to taste you.”

The bedsheets rustled as you switched positions, sinking into the pillows beneath. He kissed a trail down your body, taking in your scent before stopping between your legs. Gently lifting your legs, he let them rest on his shoulders as he hurriedly tugged off your panties. You pushed yourself on to your elbows to watch him mark the inside of your thighs with his teeth, fingers digging into your skin possessively. The first flick of the tongue was tentative, testing the waters until you ran your fingers through his hair, nails tenderly scraping his scalp.

He licked a long stripe from your entrance to your clit, the ticklish sensation making your toes curl into themselves. Wrapping his lips around the sensitive nub, he suckled on it softly, humming deep in his chest as he immersed himself into your arousal.

“Caleb,” you whisper, arching your back when he grazed your clit with his teeth, “I don’t think I can—oh—”

His fingers carefully slid into you, coating themselves in your slick before he started slowly thrusting them in and out, cheeks flushed from the lewd squelching noises made between your legs. Your head fell back, lips parted as a breathy moan left your lips. He curled his digits against your walls, reaching deeper than you could’ve ever done yourself, and your thighs closed down on either side of his head, making him groan.

Tthe ache in your core grew hotter, tighter. His gaze drifted over to you. Your head was thrown back, but he could still see the rise and fall of your chest, feel your muscles tensing under his hands. He pulled back for a moment, a string of spit connecting his lips to your folds.

“Is this good?” he asked breathily, fingertips massaging the spot in your walls that had you crying out broken syllables of his name. You tried to speak, but no words came out; all you could do was moan as he rendered you speechless. Deciding it was enough, he withdrew and gently kissed the inside of your thigh. “Do you think you can take more?”

“Take me,” you sighed, dreamy eyes meeting his.

He climbed back up and kissed you again, letting you taste your own essence from his tongue. The tip of his cock slid between your folds before he gently pushed in inch by inch, making him moan into the kiss. Your legs wrapped around his waist, easing him in as you tried to adjust to the unfamiliar stretch inside you. He pulled back to carefully watch your expressions, searching for discomfort as he bottomed out. You felt heavenly around him, your walls sucking in his hardness in ways better than he could’ve imagined.

Caleb pressed light kisses all over your face, murmuring doting words you couldn’t register. Any coherent thought you had in your head dissipated into thin air, the feeling of being filled to the brim too overwhelming to handle in all the best ways possible. You lightly pulled him flush to you, giving him the signal to move. Carefully, he drew his hips back and thrusted forward, taking the breath out of your lungs. He started a slow, steady rhythm, his hips grinding against yours as you hid your face in his neck, nails digging into the skin of his shoulders.

It was far too much. The foreign bliss invading your senses, the heat exuding from him, the love he made you feel. You whined, your voice reedy as he fucked you in earnest, the sound of skin slapping against skin filling the room. Your brain felt like mush, unaware of anything else other than him, him, him.

“I missed you,” he breathed into your ear, murmuring your name with so much love, “I missed you.”

“Caleb—”

You tightly squeezed your thighs around his waist, jaw hanging open as your walls clamped down hard on his cock, making him falter in his movements just the slightest. A soft sound akin to a whimper left his lips, his breath tickling the sensitive skin of your neck as he chased his own high, hips growing erratic in their pace. It didn’t take long before he tipped over the edge as well, filling you with warm streaks of white. He panted in your ear, catching his breath while your hands travelled across his back, gently petting him in affection.

You pulled him closer. You needed to be near him, needed to be with him in any way possible, the close contact making your mind spin and your heart pound against your ribcage.

“Can I be selfish?” he asked quietly, bringing your hand up to his lips to kiss it. “I don’t want you to go.”

You sighed, content. “I’m not going anywhere.”

“I can’t promise you a peaceful life.” It was a stark contrast to the Colonel who had been at your doorstep. That man was cold and domineering. This man was kind, vulnerable, yours. “I wish I could.”

You caressed his cheek lovingly, giving him a timid smile. “It’s okay. I just want to be with you.”

“We’ll constantly be moving around,” he said. The words were leaving him before he could think. You had that effect on him, he thought, where he felt like he could let his guard down and feel safe with you. His gaze softened as he stared into your eyes, his breath slowing down as he gradually relaxed. “We won’t be home.”

“It was bound to happen,” you cooed. You wrapped your arms around him, pressing a kiss to the side of his neck while he slipped his arms beneath you, holding you close like he was scared you’d fade away. He let out a heavy sigh, sinking into your softness as he buried his face into the crook of your shoulder. “But you’ll protect me, right?”

Caleb’s hold on you tightened. A dark glint passed over his eyes.

“I won’t let anyone take you away from me. Never.”

That was his oath to you.

[doctorbunny]

More serious summary of the livestream

Unfortunately I can't provide a full translation because the entire time I was watching in autistic excitement like 😊🥰🤩 whilst my brain melted out my ears and didn't pick up on a lot

Luckily, I have a feeling someone will get around to translating this stream eventually since they finally had the BGM on a lower volume so everyone was audible the whole time Without further ado:

We started with introductions seating order is Yamanaka, Yurina (Es' VA), Minami (Amane's VA), Ryouta (Kazui's VA) and DECO (who dyed his hair blonde) They each have one of the 4th anniversary acrylic stands in front of them The actors have their characters but Yamanaka has Haruka and DECO has Muu

Yamanaka admitted to being a Haruka oshi/fan

Then Minami talks about being a Fuuta fan (she calls him cool) and she's handed the Fuuta stand and she pushes the Fuuta and Amane stand next to each other (and jokes about their height difference then imitates Fuuta going zenbu zenbu zenbu!)

But then Yurina sticks her Es stand in between them to separate them

And then they move the Amane stand next to the Kazui one and everyone coos

Before moving Amane and Fuuta back together in front of Minami Then they basically just lift all of the stands up on to the table and continue on

They discuss their thoughts on the trial

Looking at who got voted inno and guilty Minami is happy Amane got inno but has no idea how Mikoto wasn't guilty They note that the audience wasn't very happy with Kotoko for beating up the other prisoners Then they give some thoughts on the MVs from Daisuki to Deep cover They get most excited talking about Cat and Purge March Kazui says that he was able to put the right emotions into Cat because he recorded the voice drama first Yurina and Minami actually caused the microphone to peak with their excited shrieks at one point (ow)

They answer some audience submitted questions One question was answered along the lines of "Be prepared" One was submitted in English and they tried to but couldn't read it Then they got a question (in Japanese) from someone from 韓国/South Korea [side note: I feel like the south korean milgram fandom has gotten more prominent recently, its always been there but it feels bigger than ever and that's pretty cool]

After audience questions they made a few announcements Some things we already knew, the gratte cafe crossover, the Kotoko line stickers, Earbuds are still on sale (and they're making badges and stuff based on the earbud promo art) the 4th anniversary art/acrylici stands literally in front of them Then some new things: Minigram LINE stamps (everyone was especially pleased for the Kazui XP stamp) There's going to be a part 2 to the Karaoke collab (no details yet other than its coming)

They also announce this year's perk for annual members [the pain of being an annual member but living outside of Japan so you can't get these 😭] Blank lamenated cards of the prisoner's interrogations and a whiteboard pen so you can write your own interro questions and answers They bring out the cards for Kazui and Amane and do some examples

"Do you like cake?" "I don't eat it."

"What did you have for lunch today?" "Gyudon." [a beef and rice dish]

Then Minami just writes "Toilet paper" in katakana and everyone laughs (Then she writes Toilet paper rap/lap/wrap and I'm not sure what she means)

Most exciting is script books for the Hallucenation liveshow (scripts of the voice dramas and songs) The live show uses condensed versions of the voice dramas but this is the first time we'll have official transcripts of key moments to help check translations with

Then they start saying that T2 was hellish, but T3 is going to go beyond hell: They're going to send everyone to Super Hell And at this point my brain fries and overloads on eeby deeby memes as they all go back and forth talking about Super Hell

They all start doing their outros/saying goodbye

Yurina talks about upcoming challenges we have as guards meanwhile Yamanaka ominously holds the Haruka stand up in frame

Then that's basically it, not much going on because a lot of stuff (like Hallucenation, the plushes, earbuds) came out right before the 4th anniversary

[gabessquishytum]

OMG Gabe that art gave me a brain worm!!!

SEX PROFESSOR HOB

Okay, so, he also used to be a history professor, but since he quit that, he's picked up a... somewhat strange hobby. Okay, officially, he tutors students who struggle in History and English. But he's mostly known for having a thing for younger people and he fucks almost all of his students at least once, giving them the time of their life, teaching them a whole lot of new skills, and leaving them wondering if they'll ever have a partner as good as Hob or they are ruined forever.

Just an older guy Hob picking up students. No coercion needed, he's not a creep, they are all interested. Only a few people seek him out for his teaching skills, the rest are there for his sex skills.

Fkajjsjdjjejd do you get me? I'm this idea fried my last Braincell.

- 🚒 (send emergency services pls)

So obviously this ask came in over a month ago but I KNOW 🚒 anon was talking about this art in particular ("twink gets emotional and cries after creampie" is truly one of the sentences of all time btw). And I too have no braincells left!

I love the idea that Hob has almost made it into a career at this point. Yeah he technically advertises his services as a tutor for history and english lit, but 1) his reputation is absolutely more for his sex than his teaching and 2) even the students who don't know about the sex thing initially soon end up falling for him. Some people have their doubts initially - Hob is older, he's not quite model material despite his gorgeous looks, he's kind of a nerd... but there's just something about him. The young people who come to him for homework help soon end up tripping into Hob’s arms and allowing him to ravish them. Who's the say those excellent orgasms don't also benefit the students exam results!

I particularly like the idea of uptight, overachieving student Dream coming to Hob for history tutoring (he wants to score full marks in his next test, he's a perfectionist). He has no idea what he's about to walk into! Before he knows it, he's staring at Hob’s lips, blushing over the older man's obvious flirting, dressing more provocatively in order to try and catch Hob’s attention...... his history test is the last thing on his mind.

Hob quickly grows attached to skinny, anxious, highly strung Dream. He never gets bored of the noises his sweet boy makes, how he FINALLY lets go of all his worries and spreads his legs. Hob might just have to keep this one all to himself - he can't bear the idea of someone else making Dream cry and cum! Plus, Hob has so much more to teach him...

[ericscroptop]

ericscroptop masterlist :

the boyz

fluff

⋄❥ eric sohn ~ Rainy Days [eric comes home to his lover after a day of work.]

⋄❥ eric sohn ~ Stupid In Love [you’re in vegas during super bowl weekend with your boyfriend and nothing could be better.]

⋄❥ lee juyeon ~ Video Games [headcannon of you and juyeon playing dti together because he would soooo play with you.]

smut

⋄❥ eric sohn ~ Wet Dreams [your friend eric invites you over to his house for a swim and it is then that you realize eric wants you in ways you would’ve never imagined for yourself.]

⋄❥ eric sohn ~ Wet Dreams Pt 2 [coming soon…]

⋄❥ eric sohn ~ 34 + 35 [you’re hungry for ice cream and offer eric some, but he has a different kind of dessert in mind.]

⋄❥ eric sohn ~ Needy [it’s ‘missing eric hours’ and you can’t help but be a smidge of a brat about it until he finally gives you the attention you need.]

⋄❥ eric sohn ~ You Got All Of My Attention [touching each other sweetly and hotly is one of your favorite forms of communication.]

⋄❥ eric sohn ~ Teacher’s Pet [you’re in your own world, not really a social butterfly and just going about your business in focusing on your education. that is, until your professor’s student teacher catches on to how you’re not so innocent and proper after all.]

⋄❥ eric sohn ~ Faded With You [two words: high sex.]

⋄❥ kim sunwoo ~ Best Friends [sunwoo is secure in what you two have, while you end up getting sidetracked and catching little feelings for your best friend.]

⋄❥ kim sunwoo ~ Like Honey [you and your boyfriend are getting ready for bed, and he can’t help but want a midnight snack.]

⋄❥ kim sunwoo ~ Work Hard, Play Harder [you laying on his bed is so enticing. he can’t help that he wants to play with you and show your fried brain a little fun.]

⋄❥ kim sunwoo ~ Make You Rock-Hard [you should’ve known pursing a relationship with a rising rockstar wouldn’t be easy. nonetheless, you can’t stray away.]

⋄❥ lee juyeon ~ Double Fantasy [you’ve tried various positions with the lee juyeon. will you ever get to be in the position of being his official girlfriend or able to be a normal couple? or is that merely a fantasy?]

angst

⋄❥ kim sunwoo ~ Don’t Wanna Break Up Again [you both know that you each are bringing pain to one other in this relationship. yet, you two can’t seem to let go despite the challenges.]

･ﾟ✧:･ﾟ･ﾟ✧:･ﾟ･ﾟ✧:･ﾟ･ﾟ✧:･ﾟ･ﾟ✧:･ﾟ･ﾟ✧:･ﾟ･ﾟ✧:･ﾟ･ﾟ✧:･ﾟ

wayv

smut

⋄❥ xiao dejun ~ Good Girls Ride [plain and simple: it’s your first time riding dejun.]

･ﾟ✧:･ﾟ･ﾟ✧:･ﾟ･ﾟ✧:･ﾟ･ﾟ✧:･ﾟ･ﾟ✧:･ﾟ･ﾟ✧:･ﾟ･ﾟ✧:･ﾟ･ﾟ✧:･ﾟ

nct

fluff

⋄❥ lee jeno ~ Wasted On You [after a fun night out, your boyfriend takes care of you like the gentleman he is.]

smut

⋄❥ lee jeno ~ Smokey And Sweet [new boy next door takes an interest in you and decides to take you as a warm welcome into town.]

･ﾟ✧:･ﾟ･ﾟ✧:･ﾟ･ﾟ✧:･ﾟ･ﾟ✧:･ﾟ･ﾟ✧:･ﾟ･ﾟ✧:･ﾟ･ﾟ✧:･ﾟ･ﾟ✧:･ﾟ

seventeen

smut

⋄❥ yoon jeonghan ~ Untitled [coming soon…]

･ﾟ✧:･ﾟ･ﾟ✧:･ﾟ･ﾟ✧:･ﾟ･ﾟ✧:･ﾟ･ﾟ✧:･ﾟ･ﾟ✧:･ﾟ･ﾟ✧:･ﾟ･ﾟ✧:･ﾟ

bts

smut

⋄❥ jeon jungkook ~ Mi Vaquero Emo [coming soon…]

[callsign-rogueone]

falling, floating, flying - d.a.

Dain Aetos x marked!reader (Love!) words: 2.2k 🏷: here is the official start of Dain and Love's story!! no book spoilers yet (this occurs pre-Fourth Wing! reader and Dain's first year.) no pronouns used in this chapter but future ones will be she/her afab reader. mentions of fear of heights, falling from heights and jumping from heights, Dain being Dain and flipping out on reader (for a good reason lowkey). yes, I am legally required to traumatize everyone when they get their signet. copy-pasted physics jargon from wikipedia. this series is going to be my attempt at a slowburn... we'll see how that goes. as usual, 5 points extra credit if you can spot another girlfriend in here! chapter two is ready, and slated for Fri/Sat. maybe earlier. I'm not good at resisting peer pressure 🤭

This flight training would be a lot more enjoyable if you weren’t positioned next to Amber Mavis the entire time. Her orange daggertail is just as irritating as she is, and equally self-centered; Claidh keeps forcing anyone and everyone out of his way, regardless of where they’re supposed to be in the formation, and Cosa isn’t having it. You aren’t, either — neither of you will be bullied, especially not by someone in your own wing.

Claidh flicks his tail out completely unnecessarily, and Cosa has to swerve to avoid being hit with it. The sudden movement has you tilting in your seat, and she tries to correct for it by turning in the opposite direction, but it doesn’t work. 

You scramble to hold on to her, but your nails don’t make a dent in her scales — you slide right off of her back. You shriek, the sound swallowed up by the air as you drop straight down like a rock, cold wind whipping your hair out of its braids and into your eyes, stinging your cheeks. 

“Reach out!” Cosa shouts, diving down to try to catch you. “Reach for the bond!”

You shut your eyes tightly, grabbing onto the little red string connecting you to Cosa and pulling as hard as you can. A feeling you’ve never felt before spreads through your body like wildfire, a rushing wave of pure power.

For a split second the world around you stills completely; like that feeling you get when you’re about to fall asleep, and you feel like you’re going to plummet through the mattress, only to jolt back awake — but you’re not in your bed, you’re suspended in midair, still a hundred feet above the ground. And then you’re falling again, but not as fast — you’re… floating? You drift through the air like an autumn leaf, landing in a heap on the forest floor.

You groan, rolling onto your back and looking up through the treetops at the blue sky above you. You’re exhausted and a little sore, though nothing feels broken, and you clearly aren’t dead. Count your blessings, or whatever — but what the fuck just happened?

Cosa must realize you’re still alive, because her panic decreases substantially, leaving you with your own emotions, none of which you can name. You feel like you’ve just taken a dip in the Arctile ocean, frozen and numb, your brain wanting to shut down.

“Callwell!” someone shouts through the trees.

“Over here,” you manage, the words coming out hoarse and quiet.

There’s a rustle of branches and the sound of hurried footsteps before you see Dain jogging toward you. He breathes a sigh of relief seeing you in one piece, sitting upright.

He kneels down beside you, examining you for injury, but not finding anything glaringly wrong. “Are you okay?”

“Yeah, I… I wasn’t hurt,” you answer distantly, still looking out into the forest.

“But are you okay?” he asks, more gently. It’s clear that you’re still rattled — you’re trembling, arms wrapped around yourself in an attempt to self-soothe, that usual happy, joking personality nowhere to be seen.

“I don’t know,” you whisper. “Is that stupid?”

“No,” he answers. “It’s not stupid.”

You finally start to cry, swiping at your eyes with the sleeve of your jacket, but the cold leather doesn’t absorb anything, it just pushes the salty tears around your cheek. “I’m sorry,” you rasp, suddenly embarrassed, worried he’ll think you’re weak for sitting here sniffling like a child that skinned their knee. 

“Don’t apologize,” he says softly. “That was terrifying.”

It takes a moment for you to focus your vision enough to look at him. You can’t tell what has you more stunned— those pretty brown eyes gazing down at you with such softness, or the fact that he’s treating you so carefully, that he’s put aside the rivalry and bickering to make sure you’re okay. 

You clear your throat delicately, standing. “We should get back up there. They’re probably wondering where we are.”

He looks like he wants to say something else, but he nods, rising to his feet and motioning for you to follow him back from whence he came. The walk out of the forest is quiet, only the sounds of your footsteps on the layers of fallen pine needles and twigs snapping under your boots.

“Thank you, Dain,” you say softly, once your tears have dried.

He blinks for a moment, realizing this is the first time he’s heard you use his given name— not Aetos, but Dain. He likes hearing it from you more than he should.

“Of course,” he replies, holding back a tree branch so you can squeeze through the narrow path by his side. “That’s what squadmates are for.”

The comment makes your heart sink — he’s not here because he’s truly your friend, or because he genuinely cares if you were injured or dead, but out of obligation to that damned codex, and the goal of winning Squad Battle this year to impress dear old dad. But then again, he’d definitely broken at least two rules by leaving the formation and coming down here to find you, so maybe he cares more than you think.

You finally make it out of the woods and into a clearing where you see Cosa and Cath sitting side by side, waiting for you. You make a tiny nod of acknowledgment to Cath, a silent gesture of thanks for letting his rider land to come find you.

“I apologize, graceful one. You handled that as well as anyone could.”

You give her a half-hearted response, scaling her leg to get back in the saddle. Muscle memory takes over for the rest of the class, with Cosa doing most of the work and keeping her distance from Claidh. You’re just glad to be back on the ground, solid rock beneath your boots. 

Cath lands beside her, Dain climbing down his leg easily and taking a step toward you, but someone else gets there first; Bodhi.

He nearly crushes you in a hug. “We all thought you were dead,” he breathes, holding you tightly. “That must have been a thousand feet… how did you survive that?”

You manage a smile, hugging him back. “I’m very much alive,” you promise. “I think my signet came in at the exact right time — it did something to cushion my fall.”

A few more of your friends have realized you’d made it through, running over to check on you and pull you into warm embraces, grateful you’re okay.

“That must have been terrifying,” your friend empathizes. 

“Oh, yeah. I was totally freaked, but…” You look over your shoulder, but Dain is already gone.

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“What’s today’s not-required reading?” Bodhi asks as he settles into the seat next to you.

“Advanced Physics of Flight,” you answer, your eyes flicking back and forth over the lines of text. “I borrowed it from Xay, but he needs it back after lunch, so I have to read fast. I’m halfway done, but it’s getting complicated.”

“You’re going to read that entire thing by noon?” Dain asks, raising an eyebrow. “No way.” 

“Yes way,” Bodhi answers for you. He slides the book away from you, flipping back a good thirty pages and handing it to Dain. “Read the first sentence aloud.”

Dain looks confused, but complies. “Understanding the motion of air around an object (often called a flow field) enables the calculation of forces and moments acting on the object.” 

It takes you a second to jump in, reciting the following sentences. “In many aerodynamics problems, the forces of interest are the fundamental forces of flight: lift, drag, thrust, and weight. Of these, lift and drag are aerodynamic forces, i.e. forces due to air flow over a solid body. Calculation of these quantities is often founded upon the assumption that the flow field behaves as a continuum. Continuum flow fields are characterized by properties such as flow velocity, pressure, density, and temperature, which may be functions of position and time. These properties may be directly or indirectly measured in aerodynamics experiments or calculated starting with the equations for conservation of mass, momentum, and energy in air flows. Density, flow velocity, and an additional property, viscosity, are used to classify flow fields,” you finish. “Can I have that back now?”

He hands it back to you, visibly confused. “How did you…”

“I’ve been able to do this since I was a kid. I’m just reading from the picture of the page in my mind,” you explain, already working on committing the next page to memory. 

“Huh?”

“I’ve learned not to question it,” Bodhi says. “But basically, she doesn’t forget anything, ever.”

“Not true,” you counter. “I can only do it with written words, not anything else. And I have to do it intentionally, or it won’t work.”

“That’s cool, but why are you memorizing a textbook you won’t need until next year?” Sawyer asks.

“I’m trying to figure out how to make Cosa and I more aerodynamic with my wind-wielding, and what all I can do with it, since Carr is absolutely zero help.”

“Understatement of the century,” your friend scoffs. “He hasn’t spoken to me once in the last two weeks. He only cares about the signets he finds interesting, and everyone else can just go fuck off and die, or figure it out on their own.”

The conversation comes to a halt as Professor Devera enters the classroom, beginning her presentation. You close the physics book, taking out a pen and paper for notes — time to see what lies they’ve come up with for you today.

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“Are you sure you want to do this?” Cosa asks.

“Yes,” you answer, tightening the strap of your goggles and checking that all of your weapons are secure.

“See you on the ground, then.”

You loosen your grip on her slowly, willing yourself to take deep breaths as you feel the control slipping away, the wind taking over. You’re falling, falling… and then you’re floating again, your body relaxing into the air as it rushes up to meet you, cushioning your fall.

You land gracefully on both feet with a small gust of wind, several beautifully-colored autumn leaves swirling around you. You giggle in delight, stirring them up with your finger and watching them flutter around your feet.

“Perfectly done,” Cosa praises, landing behind you. 

Dain blinks at you, lips parted in shock. “What…”

You give him a bright smile, removing your goggles and letting them hang around your neck. “I’m fine. It doesn’t scare me anymore — I’ve been practicing.”

Something shifts in the air. “Practicing?” he echoes, incredulous. “What did you do, jump off the parapet?”

You don’t deny it. 

His jaw drops. “Are you out of your mind?”

Your smile fades immediately. You cross your arms over your chest, glaring at him. “How else was I supposed to get over my fear of heights?”

“By doing literally anything else other than jumping off a hundred-foot-tall bridge over a river with giant rocks at the bottom? You could have died!”

“Clearly I didn’t,” you huff, the wind blowing a little stronger now, sending the fallen leaves skittering across the flight field. “I didn’t get a single scratch either time.”

“Either? You did it twice?”

“I had to make sure the first time wasn’t a fluke. I would have done it three times, if there weren’t so many stairs to get up there.”

He closes his eyes and takes a breath, pinching the bridge of his nose in exasperation — if he doesn’t take a moment to steady himself, he’s going to say something he regrets. 

You continue to defend yourself. “If something like that happens again, I need to be able to handle it. And they aren’t teaching us shit besides keep your seat and don’t fall, so I took matters into my own hands.”

He sighs. You have a point, even if your methods were incredibly dangerous. “I’m glad you conquered your fear. Just please don’t do that again?” he asks quietly. “Not unless you absolutely have to?”

You’re taken aback by the hurt in his voice, the same look in his eyes you’d seen when he’d found you in the forest earlier this week. You’re hit with a wave of guilt as you realize that you’d scared him, that his anger is really just fear — fear of losing you, the closest thing he has to a friend in this school, even if you butt heads sometimes.

“Okay,” you agree quietly. “Not unless I absolutely have to.”

He’ll take that. “Thank you.”

“Are you coming to dinner, or what?” your friend calls across the field, impatient.

“In a second!” you shout back. You look back at Cosa, patting her leg. “See you tomorrow, Co.”

“Until tomorrow,” she replies. “I’m proud of you. Now run along.”

You beam at the praise, thanking her before jogging off toward your friends.

Dain stands there for a moment, watching as the leaves flutter to the ground, laying still. They’d been something beautiful when you’d played with them, laughing as they danced around you on the breeze you’d stirred up, but now they’re just dead leaves, crunching under his boots as he walks across the flight field back toward the school building.

[petals2fish]

Not Another Rockstar

(Read on A03)

Lily Evans had a sixth sense--except instead of seeing dead people, she saw trouble.

A mile away.

Maybe two if she squinted.

Trouble usually came in the form of a boy with dark hair, an attractive smirk, and an attitude that screamed, “I’m the human embodiment of your bad decisions.” He was over six feet tall (because of course he was), played some sort of sport (because why not), and traveled in packs with his equally insufferable friends. Think: boy-band energy but without the synchronized dance moves.

She’d been there, done that, burned the metaphorical t-shirt. Falling for that type meant signing up for mystery with a side of emotional whiplash. After her latest heartbreak, she made a vow: no more rockstars, no more athletes, and definitely no more charming idiots with floppy hair.

At least, that was the plan.

Enter: James Potter.

Exhibit A in the Case of Why Lily Evans Has Trust Issues.

James wasn’t a rockstar. Not technically. But he had that same infuriating charm, like he’d been sprinkled with some magical “people like me” dust at birth. His hair was a disaster—like, had he ever met a comb? He laughed too loudly, acted like the world was his personal stage, and had the gall to be both irritating and… kind of adorable. Like a stray puppy who kept showing up even after you pretended you didn’t want it.

“Hey, beautiful,” he said one afternoon, draped over the Gryffindor common room couch like it was his throne. His friends were laughing about something stupid, as usual, but his gaze was laser-focused on her.

“When are you going to give it up?” Lily sighed, crossing her arms with the dramatic flair of someone who absolutely wasn’t affected by the way his hair fell into his eyes.

“Give what up?” he replied, smirk fully engaged.

“Chasing after me.” She tilted her head, channeling her inner queen. “I’m not auditioning for the role of ‘James Potter’s Girlfriend,’ thank you very much.”

His smirk didn’t budge, but his eyes softened. “Who said I was trying to be your boyfriend?”

“Oh, I don’t know,” she deadpanned. “Maybe the seventeen times you’ve asked me out this year? Give or take.”

“You’re the only girl I’ve ever asked out.” He grinned like it was the most romantic declaration ever. “Besides, you like me.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Sure you do. I’ve seen the way you look at me.” He leaned back, smug. “It’s okay, Evans. Denial is the first stage.”

“You’re the first stage of a headache.”

James clutched his chest dramatically. “Ouch. Right in the heart.”

She rolled her eyes, but truthfully? She was smiling. Just a little. Barely noticeable.

Probably.

Weeks passed. She tried to avoid him, but Hogwarts wasn’t exactly sprawling. They had classes together, patrols, and, oh yeah, the same common room. He was relentless. Flirting, teasing, flashing that stupidly charming smile.

And then came the library.

She was buried under a mountain of Transfiguration notes, her brain officially fried. James appeared like an annoying genie summoned by stress.

“You okay?” he asked, no smirk, just genuine concern.

Weird.

“Fine,” she muttered, clearly not fine. “Unless Transfiguration suddenly started making sense.”

“I could help.”

She arched an eyebrow. “You? Help? What’s the catch?”

“No catch.” He shrugged, pulling up a chair. “Unless you count my devastating charm.”

She groaned, but didn’t stop him. And, shockingly, he was helpful. Patient, even. No jokes, no showing off. Just James, explaining complex theories like it was the easiest thing in the world.

After a while, she realized she was staring. And blushing. Ugh.

“I know you think I’m just in this for the chase,” he said quietly, his usual bravado stripped away. “But I’m not.”

She blinked. “You’re not?”

“Nope.” His gaze met hers, steady and sincere. “I’m in this because it’s you.”

Cue the heart doing that stupid skip thing.

She didn’t say anything right away. Just smiled, small and hesitant. Maybe… maybe James Potter wasn’t trouble after all.

Or maybe he was the best kind.

[universesweetheart]

Negotiation (Dazai x Reader)

Pushing the chubby Dazai agenda, he's so cute! Look at his little belly, im gonna cry it's so cute!! Missing him terribly.

In which we bribe him with affection and feed him

Read my other dazai oneshots here, here & here This has been in my draft for soo long, but I got a job and forgot about it. Happy late Diwali!

Bye now - Mars ♡

Out of everything you saw yourself doing this year, dating an overdramatic enigmatic manchild who whines like a baby was not one of them.

How did you get here? You started officially dating Dazai a few months ago, you two were exclusive. Before that you probably fooled around for a year, flirting here and there, and going on dates, random hook ups but somewhere along the way, you fell for each other. Hard.

It did have a trial and error period and you did have to set some firm boundaries, because as much as fooling around with him was fun, you craved the security of knowing this wasn’t some meaningless fling to him.

Fast forward to being exclusive with Dazai, he’s an amazing partner. His genius brain is quick to pick up on even the smallest changes and he reads you like an open book. He’s affectionate and he always finds money, granted never his own, to spend on you. He’s great in bed and he’s sweet with words. The list goes on. He’s almost perfect.

However, he’s not the best at opening up, he can talk your ear off without revealing a single thing about his mind. His heart. He also tends to neglect himself very much, at first you thought it was just temporary work stress but even when he’s away from work he does it.

At first you noticed how he only puts in efforts when you’re around, and the longer your relationship went on, the less effort he made. The biggest issue you have is how he so carelessly skips meals. It makes you angry but after some thoughts and rants to your cat, you’ve decided to bribe him.

You wanted to be subtle about it but honestly, he probably already picked up on it. You’re convinced he just allows you to do what you want.

You started off small and your plan was to gradually build him up to regular meals.

The first time you did it, it was as simple as feeding him a bite from your snack. A simple yogurt bowl with fruits and a “Mm, try this, it’s good” and stuffing his mouth with a spoonful of yogurt and berries.

That became a regular habit you did, giving him small bites of your snacks whether that be protein bars, cookies, chocolates. This then transferred into your meals, purposefully adding more to your plate so you can whine about not finishing it and offering the rest to him so he can.

That didn’t last long, he quickly caught on your little act and urge you to feed it to your cat instead.

Then the brilliant idea of bribing him with kisses and affection to eat came about. It started with an argument and then you two not speaking for two days. Angry as you were, you decided to deny him of your hugs and you two slept with you backs to each other, you slept at least. Dazai stayed up and drank his feelings. The second night he didn’t even come home, God knows where he were.

The third day you two resolved your little conflict and with some probing, sweet words, kissing and negotiation you got Dazai to eat at least one full meal a day.

You both agreed on that. Baby steps, one meal a day, it’s better than drinking alcohol and eating tinned crab almost every day.

Right now, you were both on the couch, you on his lap with his arms lazily slung around you. You had a small bowl of rice and stir-fried vegetables along with some eggs.

You held the chopsticks up to his lips and looks at him in his eyes, “Please” you looked down at his lips, “For me” you watched as he hesitantly opened his mouth and took the food and chewed and swallowed.

Placing a kiss on his forehead you praised him for his first bite.

Then you repeated that until the bowl of food was almost finished, feeding him, kissing him, praising him.

After he managed to finish, you placed the bowl down and caress his cheeks, “You did so good, m’proud” you mumbled and kisses him. Your hands cupped his face, lips brushing against his cheeks, the tip of his nose, the crease of his brows, his temple, his jawline. Just anywhere your lips found, you placed sweet kisses.

He smiled and you felt like you’d melt away and fall off the couch if it weren’t for his arms around you. “Thank you, Bella” He mumbles quietly, and you can’t help but capture his lips in another sweet kiss. You feel his hands squeeze your waist, pulling you closer to him as he desperately returns your kiss.

He pulls away from you, his brows furrowed, and he belched and it catches you off guard. Dazai looks at you, awaiting your reaction and when he saw your smile and heard a little giggle, it triggered his own smile.

“I really am proud of you, Osamu”

[stargirlexie]

I saw a post about if sukuna had been trapped in some girls body instead of yuujis and just had to witness her girl blogging all day and I had to write it out. So yeah that’s what this is :)

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Human_planet New Post: Wed. June 4. 4:43am

So earlier me and my friends were dicking around at this abandoned hospital. I didn’t want to go because back when I was a kid and I had those hallucinations that was one of the places I had the worst one I had ever had. But I never told I friends about all that because they’d think I was crazy so I went. God I hope they don’t see this. So anyways we were in this hospital walking around and I got this feeling. I almost never feel it this strong since I got on my meds but holy shit it was strong this time. So I was trying to tell them that I think we should get the fuck out of there without making them think I’m insane but they just said I was fine and we kept exploring. As we walked around and explored the feeling kept getting stronger and stronger to the point I was nauseous and was getting so paranoid I could barely keep walking. Uh but then we go into this dark ass room and my dumbass friends found a GOD DAMN MOTHER FUCKING FINGER honestly idk how they found it i was too busy not freaking out to pay attention to them. But jace took it to their house for some bc the bandages had runes n shit on it. I’ll keep y’all updated on the finger my friends found ig bc other than that my life has been pretty fucking boring.

Human_planet New Post: Thurs. June 5. 2:24pm

I have officially come to the conclusion that all of my friends are insane. So everyone read about the finger my friends found yesterday and I have come to my loyal followers with an update. They dared me to eat it. Let me repeat that for the people in the back. They. Dared. Me. To. Fucking. Eat. A. Disembodied. Finger. WHO WOULD FUCKING DO THAT???? They’re all assholes. They saw how I was tweaking when I was around the finger and I guess they came to the amazing conclusion that I SHOULD EAT IT???? Are they fucking toddlers? Why do they want to eat everything they find interesting? Why am I not surprised? WHY WOULD I FUCKING DO THAT???? Anyways the update is that i will absolutely never eat a dead finger that is ANCIENT by the way. And also that I should probably re-evaluate my friendships and boundaries. Anyways I’ll be back with more yapping later! Bye bye chat

Human_planet New Post: Thurs. June 5. 5:47 pm.

I ate the god damn finger. I really need to work on boundary setting.

Human_planet New Post: Thurs. June 5. 6:03pm

IM FUCKING DYING OH MY FUCKING GOD

Human_planet New Post: Thurs. June 5. 7:56pm.

So… I didn’t die. But I still haven’t ruled out the dying possibility. Who knows maybe hearing a VERY angry man screaming in my head is just a hallucination that the poison in that old ass finger gives ppl before they die, I don’t know I’m not a old finger poison expert. But anyways yeah now there’s some guy screaming in my brain and it’s kinda giving me a headache if I’m being honest. Why can’t he shut up? I just want to die in peace. He can stop screaming nonsense about curses and violence and that he’s “the king of curses” and that I’m not worthy to have him in my body and let the poison take me silently. I need another joint. Fuck this stupid old finger poison. Bye guys.

Human_planet New Post: Fri. June 6. 9:42 pm

Uhh so I’m not dead. The man hasn’t stopped screaming and I just slept for over 24 hours and my mom thought I did in fact die. So I should probably be comforting her about scaring her like that and not posting. I’ll be back and if I don’t die I’ll update y’all.

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So that’s my first part 😼😼 I haven’t made a name for it yet but yeah