#oh whoops i did a waffLE

[mencnfire]

I just wanted to take a second to say that you're amazing - I know I sometimes feel like a broken record with all your blogs, but I sincerely mean it. You have a gift for picking these muses up when they do not have much canon information available and you somehow find the perfect balance between keeping them true to their canon roots and being something you have shaped into existence.

Your writing is always inspiring, and you're so fundamentally unique at what you do; I think you always find humanity where one might think there was none but you're also not afraid of delving into the ugly, nasty parts of a character and acknowledging their wrongdoings. I am always amazed at how beautifully nuanced and detailed your portrayals are and frankly, there is a reason I will follow you anywhere regardless of the fandom. :)

I know things are not easy right now (believe me - I know) and while I wished we both remained ignorant to this shitty aspect of living, I wanted to say it gets better (and that it won't be so bad every day). I'm here for you and I'm proud like hell of you for facing this a day at time. We got this, Han. You're good enough; you matter; you're loved and frankly you're an unique person that I'm forever grateful for having found here. <3

POSITIVE ANONS IN THE INBOX! 💌

(( that gif is literally me every single time i see u also kinda fits cause my muses are a little like dr evil sooooo

you're too kind to me, mari & i don't deserve your kindness one bit because the person who deserves it the MOST, is you ! i'm forever thankful for you partnering with me and writing alongside me when i write these dudes. i know not everyone would be chill with characters who range from a violent, genocidal tyrant to a sadistic, torture-loving colonel to all other sorts but you've always given me the chance and the platform to explore these men. & what you say right there validates me and makes me feel glad that i can get, like, the route i'm taking with these men somewhat across. like, i love exploring all sides of them - their good and their bad and i'm so appreciative that you see that.

i, of course, have forever loved everything that you've done with melissa. i feel like, everything i love in rp - you do. you've always come up with the best plot lines and the best stories. she's a realistic character who has the flaws and likability of a real person & i love that. like, i've forever loved how you make melissa this woman who ( lets be real ) i'd LOVE to be friends with. she's kind, compassionate, smart but also sexy, seductive, a little cunning. the verses we've had before now where she's taken the evil queen approach or even downright using lautrec - i just love. i love that i can approach you with the whackiest plots or aesthetics or ideas and you just run with it. i've always felt we're so compatible with both our writing & as friends that we just have this really special dynamic and i'll forever love and appreciate it.

and finally; yeah, you're right - we have got this! i've made no secret of the struggle the last few months have been, my head's been jelly at the best of the times and a depressive wreck at the worst. i know i perhaps haven't been the best person to chat with or be around; i haven't been as active, i haven't written as much as i usually do. but, just know that i appreciate you, sweet. i appreciate the asks, the messages, the threads we have and the plotting we do. i know i might seem a little weird right now but i will forever love you for being you and i will forever appreciate your friendship. i know that you've had a lot on your plate and to that, i say, i know you can do this. you've accomplished so much already & though you might not know it, i'm seriously in awe of how you live your life and the things that you've done. you're the sort of person that i look up to & alongside all of your strength, you remain kind. mari, you're a real treasure. thank you for being you & thank you for this message. <3 ))

[sutorus]

BAD IDEA RIGHT? BEST FRIEND'S DAD!TOJI for KINKTOBER 2023!

DESCRIPTION: you and megumi are old friends, but a recent development (called growing up) has made you aware of just how hot his dad, toji fushiguro, really is. you sit on your desire for years until one night, you get an idea. 

PAIRING: best friend’s dad!fushiguro toji x reader

WC: 5.1k whoops!

WARNINGS: 18+ MINORDS DNI. fem reader, afab reader, age gap! power dynamics, slight daddy kink, degradation, spit (like a lot it's a Thing here), oral (m! receiving), unprotected relations, slapping, gaping, size difference/size kink, creampie, toji is Nasty and a pretty bad dude lol 

A/N: this is nasty and very descriptive i’m so sorry i really sinned here. anyway enjoy!

you and megumi have been friends since school. after all, it was inevitable that a friendship would form between the only two kids whose parents consistently forgot to pick them up after class. 

nods of acknowledgment quickly developed into trading pokémon cards, sharing samanco waffles, cheating off each other during tests. 

it was the most meaningful relationship you had in your life, the one other person who really got you and the situation you were in, and before you knew it, you two were being admitted to the same college, like you’d talked about all those years ago. 

in the meantime, megumi’s dad had… mellowed out. from what you knew. 

sure, he was still gone for weeks at a time, neglectful, irresponsible and womanizing, but one final falling out with their family seemed to have lifted a big weight off his shoulders, and he became more present in megumi’s life, less resentful. you knew he wasn’t a good guy, but you also knew he was trying, in his own way. 

besides that, you also couldn’t help noticing other things about the man. you first started paying attention when you were in high school, always hanging out at megumi’s place to play video games or study. 

toji would come home sometimes, smelling of smoke and sake, tonguing the scar on the side of his lip. plopping down on their shaggy sofa, legs spread wide, thick thighs straining the fabric of his pants. you would give megumi some excuse about getting something from the kitchen and just watch toji, lazily browsing channels with one hand inside his sweats. 

it wasn’t a big deal. but it never quite went away, your infatuation growing with your desperation the more the man hung around. you did everything you could to get his attention. 

you wore the frilliest, shortest skirts, left dirty dishes on the sink, showed up too late at night drunk and stumbling “looking for megumi”, acting out so you could try to get some reaction out of toji. but he never seemed to give you a second thought, annoyance being the closest thing to an emotion on his face every time your eyes met. 

but you were no quitter. you knew one day you would get what you deserved. maybe not today, but… eventually.

you approach the fushiguro household’s front door, fishing out the extra key megumi had given you from your backpack pocket. you two had a study session today but he’d texted you telling you he’d be late and to just let yourself in, so that’s what you do. 

with a sigh, you set down your laptop on their coffee table and sit down on the couch, looking up at the ceiling. before you can finish getting comfortable, a tall, broad figure is looming over your face and you almost jump out of your skin. 

“what the f—oh my god,” you laugh in embarrassment. “you scared me, fushiguro-san.”

he doesn’t react, his eyes boring into yours. “me? you’re the one breaking into my house.”

you roll your eyes, pulling your legs up below your body. “megumi gave me a key. we’re supposed to study today, do you know where—“

“he’s with that itadori kid. don’t think he’s coming back tonight,” toji moves to sit down on the loveseat, turning the tv on. the old, boxy thing crackles to life, a boat race playing on the screen. toji adjusts his body in attention. “so you can fuck off back home.”

“um,” you start, but nothing else comes out of your mouth. you let your eyes wander all over his lax form, and you can faintly make out his abs below the raggedy shirt he’s wearing. it makes your stomach turn. 

without taking his eyes off the screen, he addresses you again. “you know where the door is.”

an idea starts to form in your head. a really, really bad, tempting idea.

you discreetly take off your sweatshirt, leaving you in just your undershirt, no bra. you hope toji can scent the whiff of perfume you exude when you move, scooting closer to the edge of the sofa. 

“nah, i think i’ll just study here. my parents are home today and they’re too… y’know.”

“not my fuckin’ problem,” he picks at his teeth, spreading his legs wider. your desperation is growing with each second he spends not looking at you. 

you lift up your bag, something clinking inside. it's a bold move, but it's now or never.

“i brought booze. we could just share some and then i’ll go.”

that at least gets a reaction. the man snorts, finally glancing over at you from the corner of his eyes. you instinctively push your chest out, feeling eager. 

“is that what you do with my son under my roof? get shitfaced in the house that i pay for?”

“well i paid for the vodka so i don’t see how that’s any of your business,” you make a point to pull out the bottle from your bag, swinging it around. 

toji’s expression hardens, his jaw clenching. you know he doesn’t like to be challenged, absolutely hates smart mouths. you should be in for a treat. 

“who the hell do you think you’re talking to, kid?” he stands up and snatches the bottle from you, turning it around in his — big, veiny, deliciously calloused — hand and laughing. “vanilla flavored? fuck, you really are a kid.” he says it like the realization excites him. 

you can feel your face flush.

“are you gonna turn down free alcohol, toji?” it’s risky, dropping the honorific. you know he doesn’t like it, can see it in his face, but he doesn’t say anything. 

instead, he unscrews the top with ease and takes a swig, grimacing at the taste. you watch as his throat works, adam’s apple bobbing.

his arms are huge, you can’t imagine he was ever shaped like megumi is nowadays, slender and frail. toji is tall and broad and big, with a permanent 5 o’clock shadow on his defined features. 

he grabs two whiskey glasses and sets them down on the coffee table — no coasters —, pouring some vodka in both of them. it was most definitely not your idea to do straight shots tonight with megumi, but you will not go through the humiliation of asking for a soda to mix it with. 

you’re desperate to have toji view you as the adult you are, no longer megumi’s awkward middle school best friend. you know you’ve grown up well; all you need is for toji to see it too. 

you drink in silence for a bit, the only noises coming from toji being his disappointed grunts as the boats he bet on fall behind. you type away at your laptop, not really being able to focus with the heat rising within you. 

he refills both your cups a couple more times, but makes no effort to talk.

you slowly but surely start to get antsy, your determination wavering and giving way to a funny feeling one can only experience by drinking with their best friend’s dad who they’ve wanted to fuck for like, ever. 

so you bite the bullet and with the liquid courage flowing in your veins, you strike up conversation. 

“y’know, toji, i’ve always wanted to ask,” his head lolls on his shoulder to look at you lazily and disinterested. “what happened to megumi’s mom? he doesn’t talk about it.”

“yeah, well. me either,” toji replies. you take a deep breath. 

“you’re gone a lot. megumi is alone a lot.”

toji scoffs.

“thought that was what you were here for, hmm? megumi’s done well for himself,” he finally, probably for the first time in your life, gives you a proper look over, his eyes traveling all over your frame, tucked into the armrest of the couch. “scored himself a nice little bitch.”

you let out a strangled noise. you’re fighting laughter when you exclaim, “i’m sorry?! you think megumi and i have a—like, a thing?”

toji just shrugs, stretching one leg out in front of him. “i figured. why else would you loiter around my house so much?”

oh, if he only knew. 

“no, no. it’s never been like that. megumi’s not really my type.” toji hums inquisitively, and you take that as a sign to continue. “i’m into more… mature guys.”

toji eyes you knowingly, but seemingly amused. 

“that right?” you nod. “fuckin’ kid like you even know what to do with a man?”

you raise an eyebrow. you’re a sophomore in college, well into your twenties. he can’t be serious. “surely you know i’m not a kid anymore. surely you d—“

“surely my ass,” he exclaims and oh, he’s a little terrifying like this. toji downs however much was left in his cup and turns to you, pointing with the hand holding his glass. “you’re a full of shit, foul mouthed, rude brat. get the fuck out of my house, you’re pissing me off.”

you’re used to toji’s outbursts, not because you know him well but because every time you see him, seldom as it is, he always loses his temper, sooner or later. 

“i think,” you take another sip, feeling loose. “your old ass wouldn’t be able to handle sex. like, actual sex, not those rich hags you who just lay there for you and give you money in the end. if you had to put in any real work i bet your heart would give out you slimey pi—“

you can’t finish your sentence because you can’t breathe, suddenly. your eyes widen, chest spasming as your oxygen gets cut off mid-sentence. toji has one of his huge palms covering your nose and mouth.

you look up at him with watery eyes but he’s not looking back, he’s chugging vodka straight from the bottle again.

he puffs his cheeks and moves his hand to cup your jaw, smirking around a mouthful of alcohol. 

you catch your breath quickly, the hand that was clawing at his falling limply on your lap. toji holds your face, his grip unforgiving as he leans over you. his form is so, so much bigger than yours, towering over you completely, and all you can do is look up at him with a blank expression. 

his thumb pries your mouth open with ease, the digit hooking behind your bottom teeth as toji’s face gets closer and closer. on instinct, you close your eyes. 

soon, hot, stinging liquid is pouring steadily into your mouth. toji swishes the rest of the vodka between his cheeks — on purpose, you’re sure — before spitting it directly on your tongue.

it’s disgusting, everything about it makes your stomach churn, but it also makes you squeeze your legs together, chest rising and falling rapidly as you swallow without having to be told to. 

“ya talk too fuckin’ much, brat,” he grumbles. ironically, you’re at a loss for words. “someone needs put you in your place already.”

“you,” your voice cracks and nearly fails you, but you’re determined. it surprises him, that you’d have something to say. that you’re still game. you can see it in his face, in the way his hands come off of you. “i want you to.”

toji’s expression is hard and unchanging. his fingers go back to your face, two of them slipping inside your lax lips.

your breath stutters as you inhale, instinctively sucking the digits and working your tongue around them.

toji grabs his cock through his pants pointedly.

“fuckin’ slut… that what you want?” you nod. he takes a step forward, knees hitting the couch. “is that why you walk around my house looking like a fucking whore?”

a whine dies in your throat at the sweet, sweet recognition.

he noticed.

he noticed and it bothered him and you really couldn’t bring yourself to care that he was your best friend’s father right now because he was tenting his sweatpants and your mouth was watering at the sight. 

“please…” you paw at his waistband, pulling on the drawstrings. toji laughs at your desperation, voice growing gruff. 

he buries a hand in your hair, fingers closing around your locks tightly and making your eyes sting with tears. slowly, he pushes your face into his crotch, so close that you can feel it pulsing, can feel every ridge, can feel that he’s not wearing any underwear.

god, you can smell him, and it makes your head spin, your mouth huffing out hot breaths and wetting the front of his pants. 

you hook your fingers in the back of his sweats and pull until they’re down tight around his thighs. you have to maneuver the fabric over the head of his erection, earning a hiss from the man towering over you.

his dick springs up, slapping you in the face and leaving a smear of pre across the bridge of your nose. you think toji snorts at that but you can’t be sure. you’re too mesmerized.

he’s so, so big, the skin darker and flushed, tight, heavy balls and the head, angry red, peeking out from the foreskin.

your throat goes dry at the thought of it inside of you, inside any of your holes, because you know it’ll destroy you forever. and you want it. 

toji doesn’t have the appeal that most men his age do to most girls your age. he doesn’t make you feel safe, he doesn’t offer financial support, he doesn’t care about your well-being, he doesn’t have his shit together. and to make matters worse to you, he’s your best friend’s dad, who your best friend doesn’t even like that much, whose presence has been totally indifferent to megumi for most of his life. 

it makes you burn in shame to know you’re about to have a man 25 years your senior in your mouth.

you readjust your position on the couch so that you’re sitting on your knees, angling your face with his cock. it’s curved, pointing up, and you wonder how much of it he’s gonna wanna stuff down your throat. judging by the pure evil glinting in his eyes, it’s gonna be as much as possible. 

you take a deep breath, steadying a hand around his length. it’s concerning that you can just barely close your fingers around him, but you put that thought aside to focus on pulling the skin down gently so you can wrap your lips around the tip. 

toji sighs in relief, his grip in your hair tightening.

you begin to work your head up and down, licking the underside of his cock to gather up saliva. 

“thaaat’s it, what a good little bitch. got a sweet little mouth on ya,” he whispers, hips thrusting slightly to work his cock further into your mouth. “yer gonna take all of it? or are ya all talk?”

you whine, gripping the base and sliding further down his length. he’s already hitting the back of your throat, making your eyes water and your stomach seize. you pick up the pace, twisting your wrist rhythmically as you suck him. 

“don’t swallow,” he threatens, forcing his cock deeper into you, the head sliding into the opening of your throat. “lemme see how messy this slutty face can get.”

you choke audibly, eyes smarting with tears, makeup smudging. you look up at him with furrowed brows in a silent plea of mercy. 

toji’s having none of it.

he puts one foot down on the sofa, next to your legs, giving himself the leverage to start fully fucking your face now. he wraps both hands around your throat and thrusts his hips violently into your mouth, his thumbs pressing down to feel his length in your throat. 

“ahh, fuck,” he throws his head back, reveling in your desperate gurgles. you feel like a fucking ragdoll, like a fleshlight, unable to control the noises you make or how much dick you take. “takin’ me so well. who taught you to squeeze your throat like that, huh? so fuckin’ slutty.” 

you sob around his cock, nose buried in his pubes. he’s impossibly hard, impossibly wet as thick strings of spit and pre hang from your lips, dripping down to his balls, falling to the floor.

toji keeps fucking your throat relentlessly, granting you mere seconds between thrusts to inhale a desperate breath that immediately starts to burn in your lungs. 

he’s a fucking sight though, above you. chin tucked into his chest, veins bulging and biceps flexed, nostrils flared as he watches you devour him. 

he pulls out suddenly, leaving you choking for air. tears stream down your face, spit bubbling out of your nostril. you look all wrong, like you’d been put back together by someone after being utterly demolished.

“open your mouth,” toji orders. you obey and he grabs his cock, slapping the head against your tongue a few times. he slides his length in and out for a bit before he starts jerking himself off. “suck my balls.” 

you take that moment to swallow down the saliva that had pooled between your teeth, tucking away the wet strands of hair that frame your face.

toji’s lifting his cock towards his belly, fisting the head and flicking his wrist. he looks at you expectantly, and you understand it’s time to prove yourself once again. 

you place a gente thumb right below his shaft, where his sack hangs. your tongue dips in between his balls, shyly at first, just slightly tracing the shape of them before you pop one into your mouth. 

toji groans, the hand on his cock gaining speed. you squeeze your thighs together; you’re so wet that it makes you uncomfortable. you lean forward on your knees, steadying yourself with your palms planted firmly on his thighs. 

you’re sucking his balls earnestly now , one then the other, then both at the same time, angling your head up and working your tongue up and down the wrinkled skin.

toji’s loving it, maybe more than the blowjob, and it makes you feel like a toy all over again, in an even more humiliating way because now you’re not even allowed to touch his cock, he’s just getting to use your mouth anywhere he wants. 

it’s so fucking hot that it makes you dizzy. you hollow your cheeks, giving his nutsack a good suck before gingerly lifting his balls. you sneak a glance up at toji, hoping to catch him by surprise when your tongue dips even lower, approaching some pretty controversial territory. 

it works. his breath catches in his throat and his knee kicks out instinctively.

he grabs your hair immediately, pulling you away from him. 

“fuck,” you look up at him smirking, lips smeared with saliva and snort. but you don’t even care how debauched you look right now, as long as you can keep the upper hand. “you’re a nasty little bitch, aren’t ya?”

he leans down to kiss you deeply, messily, inhaling loudly through his nose. toji finishes stepping out of his sweatpants and pulls his shirt over his head, revealing what you’d been imagining for so many years. 

you run your hands over his chest, his abs, down his hips, his v-line. he’s so fucking hot, got bulging muscles you didn’t even know existed in the human body, and scars you can’t even fathom the origin of. 

he stares at you, looking bored. “get up.”

you do, legs shaking and prickling with pins and needles. now you can fully feel the scope of your arousal, how your panties stick to your core uncomfortably, how the wet tops of your thighs rub together. 

toji sits down on the sofa and you waste no time getting on his lap, clawing at his chest and leaning in for another kiss. he’s unforgiving even like this, so much bigger than you, his hand on the back of your neck and his mouth on yours. 

“arms up,” and when you comply, he’s pulling your tank top off. “good girl.”

you shiver, instinctively wrapping an arm around yourself. toji tsks at that, easily taking both your wrists in one hand and pinning them behind your back. he grabs your tit with the other, popping as much of it as he can in his mouth. 

you groan, fighting against his grip to get your hands on his hair, his shoulders, anywhere. toji relentlessly sucks on your nipple, nibbling and circling it with his tongue.

when he pulls off, he lands a swift slap across your boob, ripping a groan from you. 

“such a good fuckin’ slut, look at that body.”

he slaps your ass, this time, tugging your shorts over your butt. you help him get it off of you and then, finally, you’re straddling toji’s cock, no layers in between you two, just your dripping core on him. 

you think, belatedly, condom, but then toji is pulling you in for another kiss and for all you know megumi could come home any minute and you wouldn’t want to waste time like that. or so you tell yourself. 

his hands guide your hips to grind over him, soft mewls coming out of you and being buried into the crook of his neck. 

“pretty little girl, gonna ride me? hmm? gonna ride this old man’s cock?” you whine, nodding.

you press your front against his so you can lift your ass up and guide the tip into your entrance. you don’t expect to be able to take it all, but at least like this you can control the pace and how much of it is going into you, the only thing keeping you from panicking at the sheer size of him. 

the head of toji’s cock doesn’t slip inside so much as it pops inside, the ridge locking just past your opening.

it’s too big, and even though you’re soaking wet, it’s still a stretch. you both groan in unison and you realize, this is it. this is your fantasy, you’re fucking toji fushiguro, megumi’s dad, your best friend’s dad. 

your legs tremble as you hold yourself up, too soon to sink down more on his cock. toji’s playing with your nipples but you have a sneaking suspicion his patience isn’t going to last much longer. 

you give it a valiant effort to take more in and it feels like being ripped in two. you clench your jaw, a bead of sweat rolling down your temple. 

“fuuuuck, so fuckin’ tight,” toji spreads your ass cheeks with both hands, rubbing the thin skin where you two are connected. he thrusts up, feeding your poor pussy more of his cock, and you let out a scream. “take it, c’mon.”

“unghh—can’t, toji, hang on—“

“‘course ya can,” he fucks up into you again and you sob, nails raking down his chest. he hisses and slaps your ass in punishment. you realize you might really cry.

“i can’t, it’s too big, too much—“

“shhh,” in an uncharacteristic display of affection, toji kisses the furrow between your brows, snaking a thumb between you two to rub your clit. 

you throw your head back, body torn between seeking more pleasure and running from the pain. you can hear how wet you are as toji fucks in and out of you, your plush walls hugging him so well, weeping around him. 

he speeds up and you bury your face in his chest, moaning wantonly into his skin. toji lets out staccato grunts, working his cock further into you with each thrust. 

“any scrubs your age givin’ it to you like this?” he breathes out, grabbing your ass hard and moving it up and down his length for you. you whine, drooling on him. “yeah, that’s right. fuck, take it, that’s a good girl.”

“ahh, toji—“

“that’s not my name, whore,” he fists your hair and drags your head back until your eyes meet. “try again.”

“fushiguro-san—“ that earns you a hard slap on your ass. you yelp — wrong answer. 

“toji-sama—“ another slap, and this time he grips the reddening flesh viciously. you whine, squirming in his grip. 

“little braindead cumslut,” he wipes a tear with his thumb. “who’s fucking this tight pussy right now? huh? tell me who's ruining this slutty cunt.”

“d—daddy?” 

toji smiles, humming, his grip on you softening as he leans in for a kiss. “that’s right, sweetheart. show daddy how much you want it.”

it’s amusing to toji, you know it. he just wants to humiliate you because he’s aware of how badly you’ve wanted this. but it does something to you, it’s serious to you, it’s so fucking depraved and sexy to you. 

he lifts you up with ease and lays you back down on the couch. you feel so empty suddenly that it makes you want to cry, like toji has already carved a home inside of you for his cock that no one else will ever be able to fill. 

he wastes no time getting on top of you, hooking a hand under your leg and lifting it up onto his shoulder. your eyes widen immediately, a protest dying in your tongue. this position… his cock… it’s, god, it’s gonna be—

toji plunges in in one violent, perfunctory thrust. you let out a scream, your heel kicking toji square in the back as your body rises up from the couch. he’s all the way inside now. 

you can feel him bruising your cervix, his balls, wet with a mixture of the two of you, slapping against your ass, his hip bones drilling into you. 

“you’re so deep,” you look at him with panic in your eyes, chest gone cold at the overwhelming pleasure. “you’re so deep.”

toji laughs, pulling out to spit on his cock. he grabs your ankle and sets it on his shoulder. “yeah, baby, daddy’s all the way inside now. feels good, doesn’t it?” 

“fuck. oh fuck,” you let out shaky breaths, allowing toji to lay more of his weight on top of you. your knee is by your head now and somehow in this position his cock seems to hit even deeper, to curve up exactly in the right spots that have you struggling to breathe. “you’re gonna break me.” 

“takin’ me so well. just a natural slut aren’t ya,” he’s fucking you so fast now, wet, slapping sounds resounding across the whole house. 

there’s a thick creamy ring at the base of his cock, frothy and bubbly with how much you’ve been gushing for him. toji presses a thumb against your clit and rubs tight little circles, making you squeeze against him like a vice. 

he grunts, speeding up his movements.

“so sensitive, this cute little pussy. you a virgin?” he slaps it a few times, your wetness sticking to his fingers with every pat. “gonna cum soon, whore?”

you whine, nodding. you wrap both arms around toji’s neck and pull him closer, open mouth awaiting expectantly.

toji grins, spitting onto your tongue before leaning in to suck it. 

“toj—daddy,” you moan against his mouth, “daddy, i’m close.”

you don’t recognize your own voice. it’s slutty, desperate, pitchy, juvenile. it's too far gone.

toji works your clit over and over again, fucking you harder than you’ve ever been fucked. he splays a hand over your stomach, kneading the place where his cock is nestled inside of you and hitting a spot that makes you lose control of your body and words. 

“ah, ah, ah, oh god toji fuck daddy make me cum, please please can i cum—“

“oh, fuck,” his thrusts start to become erratic and you know he’s close too. you clench around him, one leg wrapping around his hips to make sure he stays inside until you're done. “cum on daddy’s cock, come on. make a mess, little girl.”

you throw your head back, burying it into the pillows as your entire body thrashes with your orgasm. you clamp around him so hard that you can't even tell where he ends and you begin. 

toji takes no mercy on you, his messy cock plunging in and out of you fast. 

“gonna fill up this pretty pussy, yeah?” you shake your head desperately, one hand punching his chest. he can’t finish inside of you, right? but why do you want it so bad? “no no no, don’t fuss now baby. you want daddy’s cum inside you, don’t you? wanna give megumi a baby brother? fuck yeah i know you do fuckin' take it whore fuuuuck, fuck i'm coming—”

he thrusts once, twice, three more times, knocking all air out of your lungs and the most ridiculous moans out of your mouth before he’s spilling into you, locking your legs like a fucking pretzel and biting down your neck. 

you can feel it pulsing, spurting inside of you. you can feel both your heartbeats in your abused cunt, both of your juices combined and oozing out of you. 

once you catch your breath, toji pulls out of you languidly, with a yawn. you two made a fucking mess, a sticky puddle on the couch right below your ass. 

toji eyes it disinterestedly, much like how he’s eyeing you right now. your sweaty, messy, fucked out self, nearly melting on the fushiguro household’s sofa. 

“ah. are ya on the pill or what?” he asks, like he just now remembered. after a few seconds you nod, a little incredulous. “heh. good.”

you slowly sit up, reaching for your sweatshirt to at least cover yourself up. you sneak a hand down to your cunt, fingers sliding through the mess there to dip inside you. 

fuck, you’re gaping. toji well and truly ruined your pussy. it makes you panic a little bit, but it also makes pride swell within your chest, knowing you took it, all of it. 

toji finally addresses you. 

“i’m gonna go take a shower,” he looks behind his shoulder, sighing. he points at you. “we left the fuckin’ tv on. if this shit racks up my bills you’re gonna have to pay me back.”

you guffaw. “me? pay you how?”

he smirks. 

“got one more hole i haven’t wrecked yet, dont’cha?” he flicks your forehead. you just sit there, incredulous, trembling legs, halfway to horny again. from the bathroom, toji calls out, “let yourself out. oh, and leave the vodka.”

A/N: lmfao! i got nothin to say in my defense. reblogs r very much appreciated

[miniherodesktales]

Day 11: Jealous

The spinning bottle came to a gradual stop, its neck just about pointing at Rimmer.

'Oooh, Rimsy, Rimsy,' Lister slurred. 'You have to....declare your love to Talkie and ask him for toast...on one knee...' He and Cat dissolved into a fit of giggles.

Rimmer snorted. 'Childish. Besides, I'm not talking to Talkie. Not since the waffle incident. Give me the truth bowl.'

Lister pushed the bowl of folded paper slips towards Rimmer who plucked the top one from the pile, opened it, and squinted at it.

'I can't read your handwriting...or spelling..."Share yore secrit tallant."...I don't have one!'

The Cat giggled again.

Lister tapped the table. 'Come on, man, spill the beans. Everyone has at least one.'

'Really? What's yours?'

'If I told you that it wouldn't be a secret talent, would it? C'mon!'

Rimmer pursed his lips as he thought hard. Lister could practically hear the cogs grinding inside his brain.

'I suppose I have one that I've never told you about but it's embarrassing...'

'Go on!'

'Very well but you have to promise not to tell anyone, not even the toaster.'

'Promise,' said Lister and Cat, both lying.

'I can tap dance.'

'What?' Lister laughed. This was gold, pure gold.

'No you can't!' said Cat, giggles all gone. 'You can't dance!'

'Not well,' Rimmer admitted. 'I learnt the basic steps as a kid. Got quite good at it, but no further. I was going to modernise Morris dancing. But then tap dancing shoes were banned on Io, so that was the end of that.'

'Banned? You serious? Why?'

Rimmer's eyes had misted over as he stared into the past.

'Sad times...' He sniffed and blinked himself back into awareness. 'Sorry I was rambling about something.'

'The tap dance shoe ban? On Io?'

'Oh you don't want to hear about that. Boring, boring.'

'No we do.'

'No. no, no.'

'Yes, yes, yes!'

'No!' Rimmer snapped. 'Must never talk about it. But I can tap. I haven't since I was young but I hear it's one of those skills you never forget.'

Cat snorted. 'Seriously, bud? It's exactly the kind of skill you forget without practise. That's why I'm so good at dancing. I practise.'

'I'll prove it. I show my moves on this very table.'

'Go for it, bud! I need a laugh!'

Lister held up his hands. 'Oh, take it easy, both of you. We're all a bit drunk. Rimmer, if you try to dance on this table, you'll fall off and be humiliated and I won't be able to handle your hangover wailing tomorrow morning...'

Cat tapped Lister's arm. 'Let him!'

Rimmer clambered onto the table, his boots suddenly replaced with tap shoes, courtesy of Holly. Lister quickly pulled the bottle and their glasses out of the way.

To begin with Rimmer's steps were slow and clunky. It was like watching a dog trying to walk in it's owner's shoes. But then Rimmer gained some more confidence in himself and he sped up slightly.

He hadn't been wrong - if he had been any good at all in the past, then time had certainly rusted his talent - but he was smiling and enjoying himself way too much for the Cat's comfort. It really didn't help that Lister and Holly were cheering him on.

The "dance" - although at this point it was more like stamping his foot in one spot - came to an end when Rimmer spun round with a whoop, and fell off the table, just as Lister had predicted. Lister instinctively tried to haul him off the floor, but of course his hand went straight through Rimmer's arm. They both laughed loudly as if it were some great joke.

'Nice one, man. You should take it up again,' said Lister snatching up the bottle again. 'Ok, time for another shot. Cat?'

'No!' said Cat. 'I'm going to bed. I've had enough of this silly game. And don't forget I'm the dancer in this group, not him! It's my talent, not his!'

And he dashed out of the room.

The next morning brought a terrific onslaught of hangovers for the crew. Lister promised himself - as he always did - that he would cut back on the drinking games; Rimmer bit his knuckles in his embarrassment; and Cat upped his dancing game.

He was still the coolest crew member by far.

Note: It's a shame that Rimmer and Cat bicker so much, as they both like dancing...Cat dances the most, but Rimmer talked about Morris dancing. In a deleted scene from Thanks for the Memory, Rimmer drunkenly reveals that he learnt formal dancing for the Officer's Ball.

[veliseraptor]

top 5 fictional villains

oh man how am I supposed to choose from my entire villain warehouse. let's see.

1. Xue Yang. I mean, if this wasn't obvious from my [gestures] whole blog. But boy did I fall hard from pretty much scene one of my first watch of The Untamed, and then never looked back from there. He's just! What a guy. An icon. I love him so much. Fucks up his own life irreversibly and doesn't even realize he's doing it until too late. Whoops.

2. Maeglin. #my trash son. I waffled between putting him and Celegorm on this list (I could've done both, but, well, I felt like I should pick one per canon) and decided to go with Maeglin because he's arguably worse? Though I guess it probably depends on your metric. (I'm not really interested in arguing on that one, I don't particularly care, they're both my beloveds and there's no changing that at this point.) Seriously fucked up childhood that's got to fuck some things up in one's head to begin with, and then making some terrible choices later on that just go rapidly downhill, and again, tragedy of condemning oneself but also how doomed was he from the beginning (pretty doomed).

3. Vegas Theerapanyakul. I kind of hesitated about putting him on here because it feels sort of weird to call him a "villain" but like. He did sexually assault the protagonist in an early episode and threaten to kill him later on, so, like. Even if the story turns around and gives him a happy ending (iconic) I feel like he counts. Disaster of a man, kind of an awful person ("kind of?", you say, and okay, that might be so), and it's very sexy of him. Pete thinks so too, apparently.

4. Shen Jiu. Yest all right I know he's technically Sir Not Appearing In This Book but he is technically the titular scum villain so I'm counting him. Awful man. Miserable history, miserable story. I'm irresistibly drawn to tragedies created by characters themselves and that's what this guy's got going on.

5. Moridin/Ishamael/Elan Morin Tedronai. We! Love! A nihilistic villain just craving the end of everything! Of tenuous sanity and an abiding obsession with the protagonist! Anyway I didn't have a lot of feelings about this guy the first couple times I read Wheel of Time but then on my second to latest reread he came roaring out in front and plop, in the villain warehouse he goes.

thought about including He Xuan but he only sort of feels like he counts as a villain somehow; honorable mentions here go to Celegorm (disney prince murderer), Jun Wu (king of creating a toxic work environment), Clytemnestra (queen of my heart), Azula (since I just mentioned her), Jin Guangyao (generator of infinite discourse) and Jinx. I feel like I'm forgetting folks here. but that happens, I suppose.

and this is not including villains who are just so much fun for me to watch, who live in a slightly separate corner of my brain but are beloved of me nonetheless.

[somethingusefulfromflorida]

I just had a really weird experience with a dating app and I don't know what's real anymore.

I matched with a cute girl earlier today, and we spent a couple hours talking about our shared interests in podcasts and history and weird niche topics nobody else cares about. It was nice, and I asked her if she wanted to get lunch sometime this week. She said she'd like that, but then immediately changed the subject to talk about her job instead of scheduling the date. I mean, that's not TOO weird, I figure she must have wanted to say no but didn't want to hurt my feelings. Whatever. No big deal. We keep talking.

She mentioned that she works as a medical scribe at a doctor's office, and I said that that sounds like a wizard's apprentice. She said that medicine is the intersection between science and magic. I replied with a throwaway joke that chemistry is just alchemy with a little flair, and then shit went off the rails because she sent me a link to a pornhub video titled "We came at the same Time - Sensual Side Fuck" and said "me when someone tells me they're an alchemist."

A cute girl sends me a literal porn link after dodging the question of whether she wanted to go on a date, so I'm confused as hell. I don't know if this is her way of flirting or what, so I replied "I'd be down to practice some alchemy if you're not busy." I regretted saying it immediately because I never talk to anyone like that, I was just blind sided by the porn and thought maybe she would think it was funny. Well, after a few minutes she says "did you just ask to fuck me?"

Okay, I'm going down in flames, I crossed a line, that alchemy "joke" was inappropriate and creepy and she's clearly not into it and she's probably gonna unmatch me and block me and report me or something. I'm still confused over the direction the conversation is going, but I decide it'd be better if I apologize and go on the defensive instead of doubling down like a jackass. I tell her "no, not really," I'm not soliciting a stranger for sex, I was just yes-anding. She sent a porn link. What was I supposed to say? How was I supposed to respond?

Another few minutes pass. I was 100% sure that when I reopened the app she would be gone, but no, she finally replied "I was hoping you were..."

What kind of mind game is this? Is she just looking for a hookup? Her profile specifically says she's not! I have no idea what's going on.

"Did you just ask to fuck me?" My honest answer would have been "yes, isn't that what you wanted?" but the thought of saying that to somebody makes me feel like a douchebag. Her tone with that question didn't sound flirty, it sounded accusatory, like she was outraged I had the audacity to ask for sex so soon. My social anxiety is going through the roof. Whoops, turns out she actually WAS flirting and DID want to have sex, and I've managed to waffle it and sound like an asshole no matter what I say. Damned if I do, damned if I don't.

From my perspective:

Her: *posts meme about sex* (it's just a meme, nothing more. Don't read into it)

Me: *flirty memey response* (could go either way; I'm not outright saying I want to have sex with her, I'm just matching her energy. She memes about sex, I reply in kind because I thought it would be weirder go ignore it)

Her: oh my god, did you really just say that? Did you really think I wanted to have sex with you?

Me: I'm sorry, I overstepped

Her: mind games, dumbass! You don't know what I want, motherfucker!"

From her perspective:

Her: our conversation is going well, let me drop a big hint that I want to hook up

Me: picks up on the hint

Her: really?

Me: NO!

Her: oh... okay... nevermind...

So then I take a step back and try to see if there's any way whatsoever to salvage this dumpster fire of a conversation. I admit that I'm confused and ask her point blank if she wanted to have sex. I legitimately don't know if she was making a move or not, and I need her to know that I'm not the kind of guy who asks for sex as an opening move but I'm not opposed to it if she's the one bringing it up. There's no way to fix this. I failed at this interaction. I need to cut my losses, but somehow we keep talking.

She says, quote "I like making art and love. Sometimes at the same time, ya know?"

I say "do you want to make love?"

She says "we probably should."

I ask her if she'd like to get something to eat first, as was my initial date plan before the porn thing. Her response confused me even more. "I can't right now. I'm exhausted from traveling all weekend. I haven't eaten and feel like I'm gonna pass out." That reply doesn't make sense. It's Wednesday and she says she's too hungry to get dinner. That's when I noticed that her previous message ended with a period.

"We probably should," period. I scrolled back up through our conversation and realized that EVERY message she sent me ended with a period. Every single one! Oh, and some of them weren't even direct responses to anything I said, so now I'm 1000% convinced that she's a bot. I got tricked into talking for three hours with a bot, and I derailed the scam by rolling a nat 1 critical fail when it tried to sext me.

I ask "her" point blank when she wants to meet up, and it said "I need to eat first. Make food, not war, lol. Where are your top places to grab food?"

Bot. Almost certainly a bot.

My final reply, in the extraordinarily small off chance that she's not a bot, was to say it depends on my mood, before losting three or four of my go-to places.

"She" didn't unmatch, but she ghosted me. No reply.

Bot. Absolutely a bot. No doubt about it.

TLDR, I got catfished by a bot!

[legolasghosty]

your one shot with willie and the sticky notes was so lovely, one of the first thing popped in my tl :)) especially the part where Willie says it began with Caleb sending him notes.

can i ask for a story of that? Willie and Caleb getting along and Caleb sending him notes inside his lunch to school, fancy handwriting and all? tysm it doesn't have to be short :)

Absolutely you may!!! I have had many thoughts about that since I wrote it! Here's the story being referenced if folks are curious! One note, Willie is in like 7th grade at the time of this story, and it's January. Willie came to live with Caleb in mid-December.

Willie bolted down the stairs, scared out of his mind. He'd overslept, and it was his first day of school since coming to Caleb's house. And while the man had seemed kind and understanding so far, Willie had seen his fair share of nice people who got less nice when they had to deal with Willie's inability to keep track of time.

He slid into the kitchen on his socks and almost ran into the kitchen island. The polished, hardwood floors that covered the downstairs area of Caleb's home were a lot slicker than he was used to. He stumbled and caught himself against a tall stool. At least no one had seen that little-

"Oh good, I was afraid I'd have to leave for work before you got up."

Whoops.

Willie looked up sheepishly to see Caleb leaning against the counter beside the sink, a cup of coffee in his hand and an amused smile pulling at his mouth. "Sorry," he mumbled, standing up straight.

But Caleb only waved a hand, as if to dismiss even the thought of an apology. "Please, I did the same thing when I was your age," he chuckled. "The only reason I stopped was because my hips started protesting at how often I ran into things."

Willie's mouth fell open in surprise for a moment before the voice of one of his old foster moms popped into his head, ordering him to close his mouth before he swallowed a bug. He wondered how long it would be before Caleb stopped dropping random bits of personal history and blowing his mind like that.

"-not an expert, but you did say waffles are your favorite," Caleb said, placing a plate on the counter in front of Willie and startling him from his thoughts. "Syrup?"

"Uh, yeah, thank you," Willie stammered, not sure whether to look at the plate of slightly burnt waffles or at Caleb. He'd overslept and he still got a special breakfast?

"Of course, William," Caleb responded lightly, smiling. "It's your first day at a new school, cereal would be a crime."

Willie opened his mouth to say... something else, though he wasn't sure what, but was cut off by a buzz from Caleb's phone. The man glanced down at the screen and sighed.

"Duty calls," he remarked dryly, slipping the device into the pocket of his slacks and reaching for his jacket. "You have your key still, right?"

Willie nodded around a mouthful of waffle and tugged the silver chain out from under his shirt to show him. Caleb nodded, satisfied.

"Good. Your lunch is in the fridge, and I should be home around the same time as you. Call me if you need anything, alright?"

Willie nodded again, scared to trust the warm feeling in his chest but wanting so badly to let it travel through his entire being. To let it chase away the cold of forgotten birthdays and rushed PB&Js and angry words. Maybe this time would be different.

"Have a good first day," Caleb finished, pausing near the front door to grin back at Willie. "I'm looking forward to hearing all about it when I get home."

"Have a good day at work!" Willie responded, giving the man a thumbs up.

Willie finished his food quickly after Caleb left. He still had to get out in time to catch the bus to his new middle school. Once the dishes were in the sink, he grabbed a sweatshirt to shield him from the January chills and opened the fridge. There, on the middle shelf, was a big lunchbox with his name on the top in big, fancy letters.

He grinned, grabbed the box, and bolted out the door.

--- --- --- --- ---

It wasn't till two weeks later that Caleb wasn't in the kitchen when Willie got up for school. There was a text on his phone when he managed to turn off his alarm, explaining that Caleb had an early meeting and had to be in the office over an hour before he usually did. Willie sent him back a thumbs up and a smiley face, ignoring the voice of his old foster dad in his head, complaining that emojis were tacky and shouldn't be an entire message.

He found his lunch waiting in the fridge and hurried through his breakfast to be on time for the bus. It wasn't until he was entering the library at lunch time that he opened the little green cooler to see what Caleb had packed him. He found a BLT sandwich (with a sparkly gold toothpick stuck through it, cause that was the kind of person Caleb was), carrot sticks, a package each of mini pretzels and corn chips, a bottle of orange juice, and a folded slip of paper.

Willie laid out his paper napkin over the table, just like his third grade librarian had taught him, and unfolded the paper. It was a note, written in Caleb's flowy, steady hand. Willie felt that warm feeling in his chest again. He didn't fight it as hard this time.

But then he tried to read it. And it was clearly English, but all the letters were connected and some of them didn't really look like letters. He could get his name at the top, and words here and there in the middle, but the overall message... Willie had no clue.

He sighed, feeling cold. Did rich people have another lettering system they used or something? One more thing to look up online later, he supposed. Willie set the note aside and started eating. He tried to focus on the nice flavors of the sandwich and the sweet tang of the juice, but the note kept pulling his attention anyways.

"Um, are you okay?"

Willie jumped in his seat, almost dropping his food as he spun to see a blond boy, probably about his own age, standing behind him.

"You've been staring at that paper like it kicked your cat for like ten minutes," the blond boy added, shifting from foot to foot when Willie didn't say anything.

"Oh, yeah, I'm good," Willie said quickly, clapping a hand over Caleb's note. "It's nothing. Who are you?"

He wanted to groan, talk about being the awkward, suspicious foster kid. But there's nothing to be done about it now.

"I'm Alex," the other boy responded, not seeming put off at all by Willie's abruptness. "I think we're in the same English class?"

Willie nodded slowly, now connecting the boy in front of him to the quiet, curious kid who sat a couple of rows over from him. "I'm Willie," he offered, setting down his sandwich to offer a hand to shake like all the adults did.

Alex smiled when he shook his hand and Willie felt warm again. Not quite the same kind of warm, but warm all the same. People hadn't really been mean at this school, but well... there was a reason Willie was eating lunch alone in the library. It was nice to talk to someone who maybe could be a friend.

"Okay can I ask about the paper?" Alex questioned, his eyes straying from Willie's face to where his hand was still covering the note. "You can totally say no, but now I'm hooked and it's driving me crazy."

"I mean you kinda just did," Willie pointed out, surprised by the giggle that bubbled out of his mouth along with the words. "But um, yeah, it's just a note from my foster...dad." It felt funny to call Caleb that. Not bad, just weird. He didn't think he'd called him that out loud before.

"And that's... a bad thing?" Alex said slowly, brows drawing together.

"No, it's cool, it's sweet," Willie insisted. "I just... I can't really..." He bites his lip, not wanting to reveal the truth. But also, he was already weird. And Alex seemed nice. "I can't read it," he admitted quietly.

A short huff of laughter escaped from Alex's lips and Willie felt his face turning red. But then Alex dropped down into the chair beside him.

"You want me to try?" the blond boy offered. "My dad has lousy handwriting too so I'm used to deciphering."

Willie stared at him for a second, trying to comprehend the words he was saying. Was he really trying to help? Just cause? What did he want in return?

"I don't have to," Alex said in a rush when Willie didn't respond. "I just wanted to help but I get it if it's personal and stuff, you just seem really cool and I kinda wanted an excuse to talk to you and it looked like it was really bugging you so-" he said without seeming to breathe before cutting himself off. "Sorry."

"No you're good," Willie responded, feeling a smile forming on his face. "And... yeah, worth a shot." Steadying himself internally, he handed Alex the paper.

Alex returned his grin and took the note. He stared at it for a long moment, then laughed again. Willie hadn't noticed before that he had a really nice laugh.

"It's cursive," Alex said, looking up from the paper. "No wonder you couldn't read it."

Dang, had Willie been right about Rich People Alphabet?! "What's cursive?" he asked, confused.

"It's basically fancy handwriting," Alex explained, leaning his elbows on the table. "Nobody uses it anymore really except random adults. My mom made me and my sisters learn it though."

"Rich people are weird," Willie sighed, chuckling and shaking his head. "So does that mean you can read Caleb's note then?"

"Yeah, his handwriting is a bit slanty, but I think..." Alex mused. "Okay. It says, 'Hello William, I hope your day is going well. Sorry I had to leave so early this morning, I'm going to trust that you still ate breakfast. I can't wait to hear all about your day when you get home. Best wishes, Caleb."

Willie laughed and nodded as Alex read it out slowly. That sounded like Caleb.

"P.S.," Alex continued, holding up a finger before Willie could say anything, "Your horoscope this morning said people will surprise you today. I hope it's a good surprise."

Willie glanced up from the paper to the face of the boy holding it. "I think it's a good surprise," he said slowly.

Alex looked up and his ears turned pink when he caught Willie's gaze. "You should probably have him teach you cursive if he's gonna keep leaving you notes like this," he said quickly, handing the paper back. "I mean I can't always be around to translate. What if I get the flu?"

Willie giggled. "Nope, you're never allowed to get sick anymore," he declared. "I need you to read Caleb's fancy person handwriting for me."

"Wow, I see how it is," Alex remarked dryly, smirking. "I'm nothing but my skills to you."

Willie started to protest, to clarify that he'd been joking, but Alex burst out laughing before he could speak.

"Sorry," Alex said once he got his breath back. "I was just messing with you. I know you didn't mean it like that."

"Whew, I was worried there for a second," Willie admitted. Then, hesitantly, he added, "Friends?"

"Friends," Alex agreed.

Willie grinned, feeling all warm inside again. He couldn't wait to get home and tell Caleb all about how people had surprised him today.

[andreafmn]

12 Days of Ficmas - Day 3

Prompt (by @12-days-of-ficmas): it’s cliche it’s trash i don’t care oh no the heating in our apartment is broken guess we’d better cuddle

Word Count: 2.8K

Story Description: It's cold and the radiator in the cabin doesn't work. Will (Y/N)'s plans for the night be ruined?

Fandom: Stranger Things

Pairing: Jim Hopper x Fem!Reader

Warnings: a whiff of smut, bad language

A/N: i'm gonna be honest, i have not watched the last season of stranger things, so I'm still in the season 3 mentality. this fic will be set in December after everything that went down on that season (obvs Jim isn't a prisoner and the Byers and El don't move to California)💖 and whoops, I'm late, but there's a bonus coming in a bit 😉

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That's One Way to Get Warm

Hawkins, Indiana got cold. Far too cold for comfort and your heating system not working would be a devastation like no other. The very dilemma (Y/N) was facing at that very moment.

But her day didn’t start that way.

It had actually started quite normal – as normal as it could be with a kid that has biokinetic powers.

They had all had a hell of a year. The Russian infiltration in Hawkins; fighting the Mindslayer; closing the door to the Upside Down; almost losing Jim; Mike and El becoming an item, then not, then yes once more.  

The last two had been the hardest for (Y/N). She had been taking care of Eleven alongside Hopper since he’d taken her in during winter the year before. By that time Hopper and she had just been friends – close friends, but nothing more. He had trusted her with the secret that the girl was out of the upside down and she offered to help him take care of El.

During that time they grew closer than they thought they could. (Y/N) was younger than Hopper and they knew the town would talk – small towns always talk. But they couldn’t help what they felt. And when El went missing they only had each other to lean on. So, that’s what they did.

It didn’t take long for them to finally admit their feelings for one another. Soon thereafter El reappeared in Hawkins. And after defeating more otherworldly creatures, the three of them became a family. And, at least on paper, Jane Hopper was theirs.

The three of them learned something new day by day. (Y/N) learned how to be a mother, El learned how to live and function in society, and Jim Hopper learned patience. So. Much. Patience. In the blink of an eye, he had gone from a lone wolf bachelor to living with his girlfriend and his adopted child. And even though he would not have traded his present life for anything, it took him some time to get used to it – old habits die hard.

Yet they all found their rhythm as a family. It wasn’t long until they felt like a unit. And when their summer from hell came to an end, they were grateful they had each other to fall back onto. It brought them closer than they ever thought possible.

As the months passed, they started having ‘normal’ family problems. Who left an almost empty jug of milk in the fridge; Hopper forgetting special dates; Eggo waffles being finished far too fast; El going out with friends on a school night; El going out with Mike.

The latter was the hardest for Jim and (Y/N). El was growing quickly before their eyes. Although they were not her birth parents, they had been by her side through milestones no other parent would understand. And she was their daughter.

“Okay, honey. You’ve got your gift?” (Y/N) asked El as she was preparing to leave her in Mike’s house for the party’s little Christmas party.

“Yes,” El smiled.

“And Mrs. Wheeler is gonna take you home at nine o’clock, correct?” 

“Yes, (Y/N/N),” she chuckled at her surrogate mother’s persistence. ���Can I go now?” 

“Yes, honey,” (Y/N) smiled and hugged her from the driver’s side of the car. “Have fun. I love you!”

“Love you too! Bye!” El called out as she ran from the car to the front door, trying her best to avoid the snowy weather.

As soon as the girl was inside the house, (Y/N) felt confident enough to drive back home. When she got to the cabin, the sun had completely gone. The trail to the cabin had started to get filled with snow and the windows had started to get frosted.

The thing (Y/N) loved the most about the cold was being able to warm up comfortably. Sometimes it was with a warm and thick blanket, other times with a nice fire, and there were other times when she warmed up by partaking in… physical activities. But the radiator was always on.

It was a small cabin, so it didn’t take much to warm up the space. Still, there was nothing better than the radiator. The little machine was a godsend during Indiana winters. Those were simply unforgivable.

(Y/N) wrapped her jacket close to her body as she walked from the warm car to the porch. Snowflakes landed on her hair, melting quickly after contact, dampening her hair a little. As her hands shook, she dug through her bag for the house keys. She could already hear Hop telling her to keep the car keys and the house keys together so she didn’t have to fumble for them.

“But if I lost my car keys, I would lose the home keys as well,” (Y/N) repeats the story herself the same answer she always gave him. This time she was regretting it. “Screw you, Hop.”

Seconds after, she finally fished out the silver keys.

She entered the cabin promptly after, hanging her coat onto the hook and shaking off the snow that had dropped on her. Without thinking much of it, (Y/N) made a beeline for the radiator. The house had become freezing inside in the few minutes she had gone to leave El at the Wheeler’s house. And she wanted Hopper and El to come home to a warm and cozy house.

(Y/N) was a woman with a plan. She would turn on the radiator, put some cookies in to bake, set the fireplace, and wait for her family to come home. It was a nice and perfect plan. Until the radiator didn’t switch on. She turned the valve to the utter end and nothing happened.

“You’ve got to be kidding me?!” (Y/N) yelled out. She had no idea how to fix anything, it was too late to call someone to repair it, and she wanted — needed — heat. So, she called the next best thing. “Hey, Flo. Is Hopper by chance still there?”

“Oh, hello, (Y/N/N),” she chirped. “I’m afraid he already left.”

“Shoot. How long ago?”

“About fifteen minutes already, I think. Is everything okay?”

“Is there a chance you know how to fix a radiator, Flo? Ours is shot.”

“Oh, honey, I can barely work a phone as it is,” she joked. “But I’m sure Hop will be there soon enough.”

“I just hope he doesn’t break it further,” (Y/N) laughed. “You know how he gets.”

“Well, then, start a fire by now cause God knows that man knows how to break things more than he knows how to fix them.” Flo’s laughter rang through the phone, and she couldn’t help but join in. “I’ll tell Randy to go check up on it tomorrow.”

“Alright, Flo, thanks. Merry Christmas.”

“Merry Christmas to you as well, honey.”

As she hung up the receiver, all (Y/N) could do was let out a yell of frustration. Hopper would be home in the next ten to fifteen minutes, which meant ten to fifteen of freezing temperatures. So, she took Flo’s advice and started building a fire in the fireplace. Everything she touched was cold, frozen by the weather outside.

Putting on a jacket and finally getting the fire lit, she tried to do what she had planned. But she could feel the cold seeping into her bones, begging her to sit on the couch in front of the fire. Still, she fought through it and was able to put the cookies in the oven, to at least do one of the things she had planned for.

As she was closing the oven, the front door swung open, and Jim stepped through with a smile on his face. Until he noticed it was as cold inside as it was outside.

“Uh, baby, why isn’t the radiator on?” Hopper asked. “It’s freezing in here.”

“Well, your trusty radiator is broken so we’re stuck with just the fireplace,” she responded. “I was thinking we could put some comforters on the floor, some pillows, and we could all hang out in front of the fireplace tonight. Until we can call someone to repair it tomorrow.”

“Why would we call anyone? I can fix it.”

(Y/N) bit her tongue, not wanting to say anything that could offend him. She knew it would end badly, but she would thoroughly enjoy the journey. She knew her boyfriend would become frustrated with the radiator and eventually break some part of it, which would they then end up replacing the whole thing. She just liked to see him fight with inanimate objects.

He fetched the tool bag from outside, plopping himself in front of the machine. Hopper started by twisting the valve, testing in fact that it wouldn’t turn on. Then, he started twisting bolts that did not need to be tightened. After, he resorted to hitting the pipe that connected the radiator to the valve.

“Um, Hop, I don’t think that’s gonna do anything,” (Y/N) finally chimed in. “We can just call someone tomorrow.”

“You don’t think I can do it?” Hopper grumbled. “We don’t have to spend money paying someone else when I know I can fix it. Just give me a sec.”

(Y/N) could see his eyebrows furrowing, annoyance growing inside him. Nothing he did seemed to work, not even shaking the old machine. Out of frustration, he kept hitting the pipes harder and harder until one of them broke.

“FU-UCK!” Hopper yelled out as he slammed the tools to the floor.

“Hop,” (Y/N) called out lovingly from the couch. “Come here.”

“I can’t fucking believe this. This old piece of sh…”

“Baby, come here.”

Finally, the man looked up, any anger he had quickly dissipated when he gazed at her. Hopper got up from the floor, defeatedly walking toward her. He sat next to her, his head in his hands.

“I’ll call up Randy tomorrow morning to see if there’s any point to repair it,” he sighed. “I should’ve just listened to you and left it alone.”

“It’s fine, Flo already called him,” she chuckled. “I love you, Hop, but you’re not good at fixing stuff like this.”

“So, you had no faith in me?”

“Not precisely,” she grinned. “You’re good at so many things, but not this.”

Hopper faked being angry — he did feel a bit offended that his girlfriend didn’t believe in him. He crossed his arms in front of his chest, a scowl plastered on his face. He avoided her gaze, knowing he would break the moment he looked into her eyes.

“Oh, come on, Hop. You don’t need to act offended.” (Y/N) bit back her laughter, not wanting to anger him further. She knew exactly how to change his mood quickly. She moved until she was sat next to him, running her fingers across his arms.  “Look on the bright side. We can cuddle on the couch until El gets home.”

It didn’t take much for a mischievous grin to appear on Hopper’s face. Especially when (Y/N) planted a kiss on his lips. He snaked an arm around her waist and pulled her over him until she was straddling his lap. She let out a gleeful shriek and circled her arms around his neck, lowering her head to meet his lips once again.

“I have an idea on how we can heat up without the radiator,” he grinned. “Might make up for the fact that I broke it.”

“Very funny, baby,” she purred as his beard tickled her neck. He left a trail of kisses from her jaw down to her neck, biting slightly. Just enough to not leave a mark. “But El’s gonna be home soon, and I don’t wanna traumatize her just yet with that kind of thing.”

“But she won’t be here for another…” he looked at his watch. “Another twenty minutes. We can definitely have some fun until then."

“Don’t start something we can’t finish, baby,” she whined against him. (Y/N) was getting warmer. Partly because of the fireplace, but mostly from Hopper. She could feel her want growing – she could also feel him growing, – but she knew they couldn’t go on. Thankfully, the oven beeped. “We should seriously stop, Hop. Either way, I need to get the cookies out of the oven.”

“Oh you’re such a tease,” he groaned as she got off him. “What am I supposed to do now?”

“I don’t know. Think of something else,” she laughed. “Now, help me get the comforters and the pillows out to the living room.”

As (Y/N) placed the cookies on a rack to cool, Hopper started moving the furniture to make space for the bed cover and pillows. He brought out as many blankets as he could and placed them all on the floor, creating two makeshift beds on the floor.

“You know, I was thinking,” Hopper called out.

“That’s never good,” she chuckled.

“Normally, no,” he joined in the laughter. “But I’ve been thinking it’s time we start upsizing.”

“Upsizing? What are you talking about, baby?”

“You know, expanding.”

“Are you saying what I think you’re saying, Hop?”

He joined her in the kitchen, wrapping his arms around her waist and pulling her toward him. He looked down intently into her eyes. “What do you think I’m saying?”

“Bigger house.” He nodded and kissed her temple. “Bigger… family?” He nodded again, kissing her cheek. “Finally a ring on my finger?” 

And he smiled brightly as he nodded, kissing her lips passionately. “I’d say it’s about time.” 

“That is the greatest gift ever, Hop.”

“I wanna talk it over with El first, though. Make sure she’s part of this transition.”

Before she could answer, a honk beeped from outside.

“We can ask her now,” (Y/N) smiled. “She’s here.”

She kissed his cheek and exited the cabin. Outside, Mrs. Wheeler smiled at the woman, waving her hand from the car as Eleven exited the car. The girl said goodbye to the woman and skipped over to (Y/N)’s side where they watched as Mike’s mother drove away.

“Did you have fun, honey?” (Y/N) asked her as they walked inside.

“Yes. Max gave me an Eggo ornament,” she smiled. “Can it go on the tree?”

“Absolutely!”

“Hey, kiddo!” Hopper called out. “How was it today?”

“Fun,” she responded. “I have a waffle ornament. Goes on the tree.”

“Well that’s fun,” he replied, unsure of what to say.

As she placed the lacquered ornament onto the tree, she commented, “It’s cold.”

“Yeah, well, the radiator is kind of broken,” (Y/N) replied. “But I was thinking since the heat is out, we could sleep in front of the fireplace tonight. Before we can eat cookies, snuggle up on the sofa, and watch a Christmas movie. Make a whole thing out of it.”

“Sounds fun,” she responded. “Where do I put ornament?”

“Anywhere you want, honey.”

El levitated the ornament, placing it on the highest point, making sure no one would miss it. A smile spread onto her face, proud of her gift and her work. After, she went into her room to change into her pajamas and later helped (Y/N) plate the cookies while Hopper changed out of his uniform.

A couple of minutes later, the three of them were under thick blankets watching Miracle on 34th Street. Half of the cookies were done and three glasses of milk at different fill heights. And as the movie finished, and they were all slightly crying, Hopper spoke up.

“Hey, kiddo, there’s something we wanted to talk to you about something,” he started and only continued when she gave him all her attention. "(Y/N) and I were thinking that it was time for us to start expanding. Buy a bigger house, get married, maybe have a baby. What do you think about that?”

“With me?” El asked worriedly.

“Absolutely, honey,” (Y/N) answered quickly. “We would never think of a future without you. El, you are our daughter now and forever. Don’t ever doubt that.”

(Y/N) took the girl into her arms and gave her a tight hug, one Hopper joined after, his big arms surrounding them both. Tears were streaming from (Y/N)’s eyes and she wasn’t sure if it was from the movie or what El had asked.

“I would like it,” she said after. “Big house, a brother or sister. Big, happy family.”

Once they were all settled on their respective makeshift beds on the floor and El was deeply asleep, Hopper placed a soft kiss on (Y/N)’s lips. On his face, a huge smile danced, his eyes full of love.

“What was that for?” (Y/N) chuckled tiredly.

“For everything,” he sighed contentedly. “For our future, for helping me with El even if you didn’t have to, for putting up with me, for giving me a chance, for…”

(Y/N) gave him another kiss to stop his rambling. “I wouldn’t change this for the world, Hop. You, El, and whatever comes next, that’s my forever,” she smiled. “And take tomorrow off. El is gonna be gone for the whole day.”

With a grin on his face, he responded, “You don’t have to tell me twice.”

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[victorluvsalice]

-->While Victor was wrapping up with Shadow, Alice woke from her nap – I sent her to also get pumpkin spice waffles for breakfast (as they were the thing most likely to go bad in the fridge). Which she fetched from the minifridge in the greenhouse. Because why wouldn’t she. *shakehead* Sim autonomy sometimes... Anyway, I decided this meant she could help Victor in the greenhouse (as you could see, there was plenty to do), so once she was done eating and had put her dish away in the new dishwasher (and petted Surprise), I had her go help Victor with the weeding –

Which, uh, didn’t last long, both because Victor kept pre-empting her attempts to weed by hand with his vacuum, and because this is the point where the game started getting really laggy (just when it started raining in-game too, so I am mildly suspicious this had something to do with the weather. But I’ve had it rain in-game without tremendous amounts of lag before…). Oh, and because Alice suddenly got really tense because her werewolf instincts were demanding she go outside. *sigh* Werewolf instincts sometimes... I thus had her instead go clear a twisted tendril from Moory’s pen, then chat with the cow while Smiler took a break from Servo-ing to feed the chickens and clean their coop. Around this time, I managed to remember that Victor had a bunch of animal treats in his inventory and had Alice take a chocolate treat to give to Moory (resulting in her getting a bottle of chocolate milk along with the regular milk), and Smiler a pumpkin treat to give to white hen Leghorna so she’d lay an orange egg later. I always forget to use those damn things, so – here we are! Me using them!

-->And then, immediately afterward, Alice started showering in the rain. *grumble* Erratic Sims sometimes... I let her get on with it, as she WAS starting to trend downward hygiene-wise, and instead had Smiler try joking around with the rooster to give the chickens some attention. The rooster was not interested in their human humor today, though, so Smiler retreated to the greenhouse to chat with Victor – a decision made much more difficult by the fact that Victor was moving around a lot as he tended his plants (lot needed to be done in there today), and by the massive lag. *heavy sigh* I eventually gave up and had Smiler harvest their plasma fruit, poison fireleaves, and noxious elderberries before sending them back to the chicken coop to get the eggs (two hatchable – immediately sold – and three normal, which I ended up forgetting to put in the fridge, whoops). They then fed Toothy, and bred the Whirlyflower and Spotted Dirt frogs in their inventory in hopes of getting the Dirtwhirl frog they needed for their collection –

And to my delight, they did indeed get one! I quickly sent them upstairs to plop it into the right spot in their collection. :D They now just need a plain Heart frog and a plain Eggplant frog, and they will be DONE, yay!

-->While all this was going on, Alice finished her literal rain shower, so I had her collect her Delicate negative-moodlet-reducing bracelet from the charging grid and complete her Raw “find extra Simoleons doing chores” bracelet. Looks pretty good, huh? :) She then shooed Phantom the fox away from the chickens before chatting with the hens so they wouldn’t feel lonely – fortunately they were much more receptive to her today then Smiler! I then had her go and start repairing all the broken wind turbines in the wind farm (because, as usual, most of them were busted) while Smiler flew down and joined Victor in the greenhouse to start super-selling all the produce as Victor finally finished his tending and did a little evolving. And then knee-walked his way into the house for a desperately-needed pee, poor guy. XD Sorry, Victor – I didn’t realize it was going to take so long to tend all the plants today!

-->Around this time, I had to stop Alice from running in and lighting the fireplace again (seriously, shouldn’t YOU of all people not want to do that?), which alerted me to the fact that we had a visitor – Felipe Sisson, hanging out on the front porch taking photos of Shadow after being sprinkled by one of the local specters. :p While I wasn’t originally planning on greeting any visitors today, Smiler WAS feeling a bit thirsty, so I had them go out and say hi while I had Alice do some painting in the study and Victor (after having a bit of forbidden candy to boost his energy) work a bit more on the piano song that’s been sitting in his inventory for ages. Smiler and Felipe had a nice chat, with Smiler learning that Felipe dislikes yellow but likes blue and works as a Waterperson for The Other Sports Team. *nods* Good info! This exchange and a bit of enthusing about humanity was enough to get Felipe to agree to give Smiler a drink, and they happily chomped down on his wrist for a nice glug before sending him on his way. If only all human interaction were that simple. :p

[thelovelybitten]

vera's first watch of south park - season 2 (part 2)

apparently tumblr has a character limit so lol here's part 2 of my watch of season 2

EPISODE 8:

Last day of skewl !!!!

They just want fireworks :’(

AYO WENDY PLAYS CLARINET SHE JUST LIKE ME FR

Cartman on French horn !!

Stan, Kenny & Kyle play violin that’s cute !! Will note

They all WEAR SUITS NSGNKNGS SO CUTE

Chef get them fr

EPISODE 9:

Film festival episode !! This is exciting

Wendy popping off at Cartman as usual, she just never misses

Oh so stendy broke up??? Depression

“She’s NOT MY GIRLFRIEND!” Do u want me dead? Yes

Stan get back with Wendy challenge ? Pls i need y’all together

“If she holds his hand in the theatre it will be all over for him” Kyle has never spoke more real words

STENDY MOVIE SCENES <3 LFG

Stan scarred w lesbians whoops

Stan slowly becomes an ally, as previously stated in my s1 post, i will make sure that is so >:(

KYLE SINGING ON THE TOILET KBSBGBDBD

Okay alr the cartman ass screen joke was funny ok i laughed

Not them looking for mr Hankey BYE

AVERAGE CARTMAN TAKING CLOUT…

Stendy back at the movies AAAAAAA

AWWW HE GRABBED HER TISSUE THAT’S SWEET OF STAN <3333

So ur telling me Kyle had a piece of shit in his mouth and there’s photo evidence??? NOT COOL

Style “I’m here for u” ugh they’re besties fr fr

Wendy asks stan to see a movie and immediately abandons Kyle HE’S WHIPPED

But also how dare u Stanley KYLE NEEDED U

OH MY GOD. JWGJBSDBGKJDSBKJSDB STAN IS TRYING TO HOLD HER HAND DURING THE MOVIEEDDJVFJKJKNFV KFV

WaIT IS THAT WHAT HE WAS TRYING TO DO THE WHOLE TIME? HOLD HER HAND?!?!?!?!?!?

I’M mentally unwell

No bc end me I’m CRYING SOBBING THROWING UP

HE TRIES TWICE ????F?E?G?G?F no bc that’s so fucking cute

No bc it’s Stanley “she’s not my girlfriend” marsh to Stanley “this girl is so cute i wanna hold her hand” marsh

OMG SHE GRABS HIS HAND AND THYE HOLD HANDS GFJGDFJKNDFGJKFJKDFVJNK. STOPP IT RN

AAAAA THEY ARE JUST <3333333333333

And… stan vomits, per usual lol

They still hold hands stop it

Wendy: i think I’ve seen this film before but instead she loves the ending <3

God y’all i just love stendy so much

Kyle & Stan friendship secured so sweet

Literally wtf i will never understand the talking piece of shit sorry Kyle

Wendy apologizing to stan abt taking him to the films when I KNOW DEEP DOWN MY SON WAS THRIVING BEING ALONE WITH WENDY

He forgives her wbk wbk

Ain’t no back talk on my ship u fools

THEY ARE HOLDING HANDS AGAIN FDGJKNFDKJNFDGKJFDG pls tell me they’re dating again i need them

Oh my god stendy saved this episode thank you

EPISODE 10:

SO WE STARTING THIS with stan’s mom and sister at the hospital oh i know this gonna b weird

NO NOT CHICKEN POX

Omg stan ur gonna get THE POX FEJNCCKEN

Stan and Kyle’s families are so close !!

Oh and liane <3

DON’T DRAG KENNY YOU DINGOS

“IN THE GHETTOOOOOO” omg the TikTok meme is here SLAY i loved this one haha

EGGO WAFFLES FOR DIN ??? ME TOO BABE

Cartman SHUT UR MOUTH

Oh god Kenny’s family is so chaotic i hate it they deserved better

Kyle and stan have matching sleeping bags AWWWWW

Kenny can’t afford normal dinner food but can clap the lights off???? MAKE IT MAKE SENSE

OFC THEY ALL GET THE POX

GODS AND CLODS ??? LMAO

lol not Sheila making Kyle get the pox bc he’s the golden child that won’t get sick

OMG KYLE IS THE ONLT HEALTHY PERSON LEFT

So i remembered that stan hates hospitals and i can’t imagine what’s going thru his head right now besides being pissed abt hw

THEY JUST STORM INTO HIS BATHROOM WHILE HES NAKEY

KYLE’S PAPER HAHA

I’m actually cackling AT THIS SEQUENCE VNVNKJSDNKJV

NOOOOO NOT KYLE

EPISODE 11:

Garrison RELAX

Cartman is perfect for the cheesy poofs comm

Creepy girl….

Omg this poor deranged kiddo :(

FOOTLOOSE a BOP

KYLE ATE THAT HAIKU

ALSO KENNY !!!! SLAY

Kyle is eating these haikus ugh as he should

HYPNOSIS.

Eric kinda popped off

Mackey OMG U DID NOT

My throat hurts >:(

Haha CHEESY POOF

Eric’s one second of fame— relatable

The one time Eric slayed werk

EPISODE 12:

Okay ngl, if this is the episode i think it is, imma pass away

I’ve seen clips on TikTok ok

Omg THE KIDS PLAYING MILITARY OMG CDSNJDIJ

Kenny PLS JNCJDNJKNS

WENDY AND BEBE

“Kyle, doesn’t bebe look pretty today?” Omg it’s KYBE TIME

It’s the way i stan stendy, style, kybe, bendy and stendyle all at once I AM WINNINGGGG

Stendy walks away from Kyle and bebe omg omg

KYLE PUTS HIS ARMS AROUND HIS BACK U KNOW BEBE A STUNNER SHE’S A DAME

Wendy the nations’ KYBE leader, stan the second in command

Stan: no

TRUTH OR DARE LOL

BEBE.

All bebe sees is cake. That’s it. Kyle’s cake. Living, breathing legend.

Wendy setting them up AW

Stan: WE NEED TO MAKE A CLUB HOUSE STAT

Kyle: ?!?!?!?!?

Rare Cartman & Kenny duo things

SHARON MOTHER RELAX

OMG BEBE PASSING A NOTE FDSKBFSDKJGB

DSKJBDSGKJBSGBDKSDK STYLE CONTENT LMAOOOO

But AYO bebe really likes Kyle’s booTAY

The PARENTS ARE FIGHTINNN

Bebe: AYO Kyle LET’S SEE THAT ASSSSS

Kyle: aight?

“I WANNA BE DARED TO KISS HER” STAN OMG DSJNFDSJBGSKD i love stendy crumbs YES

What THE FUCK NOT SHARON & RANDY DIVORCING FSBJKSGDJKGDSDKBJ NO

WHO THE FUCK IS ROY

Get the FUCK OUTTA HERE BRO

Stan was too stunned to speak

Wtf is HAPPENING ?!?!?! Poor Stanley

Stan preaching to the CHOIR

TRUTH OR DARE

The boys are SHAKING

Wendy slayed okay Kyle PUCKER UP

I HC WHEN THEY OLDER THAT BEBE IS A GOOD KISSER and tbh so is Kyle but the first few times Kyle is all tongue and no lip— nasty bro

Kyle will never take a chance to let cartman win that’s just fact

AAAA KYBE

Kyle: AAA

Omg dude it’s ur first kiss relax

“Fucking sickening” but make it with the rupaul YASSIFICATION

Stan: looks intensely at Wendy’s lips

OLDER!HC: stan is like. addicted to Wendy’s lips. All he wants to do is show his affection ALL THE TIME but is also shy abt it??? LMAO

Stan: Dare RIZZ

ROY FUCK OFF

GOD DAMMIT ROY U FUCKED IT UP

Omg kybe okay please let this be good

BEBE GIRL Y’ALL WEREN’T EVEN DATING

LMAOOONSDFNSD

Kyle is flabbergasted

OFC she hooks up with Clyde right after BRUH

But i also like Clybe so it’s okay

Omg STAN NOT THE BEAR TRAP DON’T GET HIM IN THE BEAR TRAP

Alas, OFC Sharon and randy stay strong go get ur dick girl

“CLUBHOUSES ARE MAGICAL” —stan marsh, as his parents are fucking in the clubhouse he built

EXCUSE ME BEBE WHAT THE FUCK

I hope he didn’t do it omg

EPISODE 13:

What the hell

Kyle beating cartman is my favourite

“THESE ARE MY FUCKING FOOD STAMPS, HOW AM I GONNA EAT WITHOUT THESE FOOD STAMPS?” — KENNY MCCORMICK

Kyle threatening Cartman so true bestie

Oh god this is gonna fucking suck

Cartman being flung OUCH

WHEN CARTMAN HITS THE SNOW AAA

excuse me? not the prostitute

this is bad broken vietnamese UGH

CARTMAN.

kenny robbed

stan and kyle playing with the dolls is so wholesome <3

EPISODE 14:

why didn't I know kyle's dad was a lawyer? interesting

little german dance

WAIT STENDY IS DATING AGAIN DFSJBGSBJKGSDKBJ

"hey, elton, if I give you these lyrics, will you write a song for my GIRLFRIEND wendy?"

DEAD

he wants to gift her a song NO ONE SPEAK TO ME

not me actually tearing up irl THIS IS EMBARASSING

but no fr stan is WHIPPED I love that for him

chef hoeing out with kyle's mom??? huh

NOT MISS CRAB TREE. chef rly do be desperate

Mr mackey crowd surfing ended me LMAOO

elton SINGING THE SONG STAN WANTED HIM TO WRITE FOR WENDY :')

WENDY LOOKING AT STAN ugh the fluff they exude

CHEWBACCA

EPISODE 15:

UGH THIS BORDER MAKES ME WANNA FIGHT A BITCH

uhm... this is sus cartman

oh this is a Halloween ep cool

oh WAIT I'VE SEEN THIS ONE ON TIKTOK TOO

creepy murder fish

"hella"

god my paranoia could NEVER

POOR KENNY HIS ROOF IS LEAKY :(

JESUS christ that goldfish scares me

NOT KILL

not the slap from shelly oml HAHA

stan- OMG NOT THE DEAD PERSON

"mommy's little angel" correct, my son is babie

not the SQUASH DFSKJBDSKBDSKB

cartman on some shit rn omg

WHAT THE FUCK TWO CARTMANS

cartman using aunt flo as a massage chair cackles a lil

sharon not giving a single fuck about randy's accusations

oh no not stan and kyle's alts

EPISODE 16:

stan gets told not to go: goes anyway

kenny riding shotgun and not giving a RAT'S ASS until money is thrown

god i'd die if I had to listen to singing for 6 hours

liane is just. so cool ok

kyle: AAAA

EYE- stan that's not cool bad noodle

EW I FEEL BACK FOR KYLE

kenny hoarding food HA

charles: how would u like to come with me to another secluded part of the mall?

kenny: ok

don't mess w kyle brofloski period

kyle: still mad abt mr.hankey

they all getting shot at but kyle has PRIORITIES

SHARON LMFNNKSDFB GET HIM

stan: sorry

HAHAHAH

EPISODE 17:

TWEEEKKKKKK OMG HIS FIRST APPEARANCE AND LINES <3

my deranged son <3 ily tweek

omg tweek's family runs a coffee shop <3 so cute

tweek he's so cute with his little gnome story

oh shit 8 year olds w coffee

THIS IS GONNA BE PSYCHO

OH GOD LMAOOO

Cartman sleeping in his puke yikes

oh he has ADD :'( little bean

Cartman slayed this time haha

Working w the underwear gnomes haha

Side not: my cats are finally sleeping on the same bed and not killing each other <3

OMG Y’ALL HAHAHAHA

EPISODE 18: (SEASON FINALE)

Is this an impersonation of Owen Wilson ??? LMAO

KyLE Y’ALL ARE 8 NO

The WAY STAN CIRCLES DOWN INTO THE CAVE DSJNFJKSDNG HE’S SO CUTE

And there’s the vomit

I’m starting to wonder if Stan has bad motion sickness or he just has a shit immune system

Cartman referencing my favourite movie of all time??? That was iconic of him. grease is MY FAVOURITE MOVIE <333333333

Style fighting >:(

Cartman so true abt style fighting

1999 ??? My birth year??? Epic

“ASSMASTER”

NO OH MY GOD STYLE Y’ALL ARE IN YOUR DIVORCE ERA

Nah bc they are such good friends they better get back together at the end of the episode

When Kyle doesn’t finish Stan’s line abt Kenny… u KNOW THEY FIGHTINGG

THE girlies ARE FIGHTING THEY IN THEIR WWE ARC

Larry u tell ‘em

Overall, season 2 better than season 1, 8/10

[nemainofthewater]

Tag propaganda part 4 - write in candidates edition under the cut:

DMBJ

by @lacommunarde

by @unforth

#this is sand sea 'xinyangdao zero-lactose milk' erasure#it gets a little hallmark movie with a mob boss tenderly feeding another mob boss's minion#someone brings it up in an inspiring speech after nearly dying of snake bite as an example of how to persevere through life's difficulties#the obscure monastery in the badlands which takes a week for a supply train to travel to HAS XINYANGDAO ZERO-LACTOSE MILK on the table#also it's good to give your girlfriend to show you care#daomu biji#dmbj#if dmbj wins no other poll *it has to be this one*#honour is at stake by @thelaithlyworm

#cdrama poll#propaganda#the surprise condom ad for wilderness purposes is also very relevant#vote dmbj! by @thelaithlyworm

#dmbj#daomu biji#grave robbers' chronicles#wu xie#pangzi#the who the hell is wu xie fandom is back again by @bladedweaponsandswishycoats

#lt2 has a lot of product placement as a flirty thing which is over the top but not always *funny*#truly the most thai bl tomb show#I learned how to make gifs in resolve for this because the lighting in tombs is always bad#where by learned I mean opened up some menus it was easy (from a place of already knowing some stuff about dvr)#anyways idk what I'm voting here#I love wolong nuts#and I haven't seen a lot of these shows#dmbj#kinda by @inimitablereel

#that’s a good suggestion#but i’m going eith the milk cartons (it was milk right?? it’s been a hot minute sonce i watched that) in sha hai ajshshshj#usually product placement just makes me roll my eyes a little#but sha hai made me laugh my ass off#*serious hospital scene where we discuss serious things* ‘oh here’s milk do you want some?’ by @forerussake

#also for The Lost Tomb 2 - I'd swear it was a MASERATI ad by @lasenbyphoenix

#that last gif is sending me I forgot he made that face. pangzi what#also fun fact when I first watched I literally did not realize those were actually condoms#I thought it was a specific 'keep your phone dry' product and was like haha looks like a condom#sigh#dmbj by @silver-grasp

#tlt2#dmbj#gos bless the tlt2 condom ad#pangxie by @psychic-waffles

#lost tomb#god second favorite and best season by @chirpybirdy

SVSSS

by @inknpaperlove

#scumbag system's period pad product placement#SQQ being a feminist through and through by @travalerray

#no no no you forgot scumbag system and tampons#*pads whoops by @glitterygolem

#ahshwjshqjsh#but svsss wasnt product placement it was an external ad#still hilarious#WOLONG NUTS THO LMAOOOO by @somtimes-me

#THE SCUM VILLAIN PAD COMMERCIAL MAKES ME LOSE IT by @waitineedaname

#svsss#aslkdjjfhalksjdhlf by @qiu-yan

#SVSSS#Pad Commercial Is Iconic by @absolmon

#i was about to say this is scum villain pad ad erasure by @ruusverd-fandom-blog

#I can’t ever forget the mdzs coca cola ad bc it was the first time I had seen product placement like that by @bifrosted-flakes

#the scum villain pads hands down#svsss#polls by @minnichan

#this is svsss sanitary pads erasure#cdrama poll by @woolasaur

#the pad commercial for svsss 100% omfg#i was dying when i saw it 😂😂😂#poll by @thebeingofeverything

Kinnporsche

by @sodapop000

by @damiemontclair

Other

by @libraryofjoy

#it's a niche show#but go princess go's stage play#about condoms lives in my heart#as the weirdest product placement#course the show itself is a weird thing in its entirety#like the korean remake doesn't even hit#with how weird the show was#just in costumes alone by @1ebilcat

The camera pans, the scene changes. The dashing protagonist smiles at the moon and whips out...

A bag of nuts? With a brand name clearly labelled?

Or perhaps the comic relief characters swarm the leads, talking enthusiastically about how amazing this stomach medicine is.

Or how about yoghurt being featured more often than would be expected.

Maybe there’s an awkward cut to actors in full costume walking out and expounding on how great a product is.

...was that a PIZZA HUT in the background?

Shout out to Legend of Shen Li - I don't know whether or not the ice pops were a product placement, but they should have been!

Also not a cdrama but shoutout to this product placement filled video on Douyin- truly impressive!

Write-ins, propaganda, and images are welcome!

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Love | Dallas Winston

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taglist is open!

requests are open!

pairing: Dallas Winston x female!reader

summary: Your relationship with Dally was always weird, you weren’t dating and you definitely weren't just friends. But after he almost loses you, he realizes just how much he needs you.

warnings: smut, unprotected sex (please wrap it before you tap it), language, angst, fluff, etc.

word count: 3.7k+

a/n: Please forgive me for how gross and choppy this is! This is the first thing I’ve written in months!! Sorry for any spelling and/or grammar errors!

Your relationship with Dally had always been a little weird. Not by much, but definitely compared to the other guys.

You were the only chick in the group, and everyone in it had a phase at some point where they were completely enamored with you, all expect for Darry, mostly because he saw you as a little sister. But it was always special with Dally.

You had met Dally, and the rest of the guys, when you were 15, right after he had gotten back to Oklahoma from New York. You two were always close, and you were the only person he had ever opened up to, so it's no wonder that you two had lost your virginities to each other, and still have casual sex to this day. The both of you had an unspoken agreement to not tell anyone, but Soda had walked in on the two of you one time, so now it was only you three that knew the secret.

Anyways, regardless of the hours upon hours of sex that was shared between you at least once a day, your relationship was closer than anyone else in the group, even stronger than yours and Soda's, despite the fact that the two of you had been best friends since second grade.

You never really cared about the fact that Dally was sleeping with other people. I mean, it's not like you weren't doing the same thing. You'd had sex with Dally, then Soda one night after you had both gotten absolutely hammered beyond belief, and even Peter Torlini from school a few times. But it always was better with Dally. Not just because he was amazing in bed, but because you were positive that you were head over heels in love with him. And, goddamn, if he didn't feel the same way, he was amazing at faking it. Like, you don't always have that sort of connection with someone when you have sex. Your bodies became one, and you knew exactly what the other needed at that exact moment. Who knows... maybe he was just good in bed and knew what you needed because you had been having sex for so long, or maybe... just maybe; he felt the same way for you that you did for him.

***

"Fuck, Dally! Oh, my god!" You moaned out, his cock so deep inside of you that it had your head spinning.

"Goddamn," He breathed out, his face close to yours, same with the rest of his body, as he pumped into you at a fast, steady pace, a slight sheen of sweat covering both of your trembling, naked bodies. "You're so fucking good and tight for me. 'M not gonna last much longer, Y/N." He groaned out, his breathing heavy, along with yours, as he thrusted even deeper. He wrapped his arms underneath your head, tugging on your hair as you scratched down his back.

"God, please cum for me, Dallas." You moaned, his pace quickening even more so, leaving you screaming as your eyes squeezed shut tightly, your orgasm crashing over you, your walls clenching so tightly around his cock that he couldn't help but cum, quickly pulling out and helplessly spilling his seed all over your stomach as he let out load, drawn out moans, before his muscles gave out and he collapsed back on top of you.

Your hands ran into his hair as he gave you another hot, passionate kiss before rolling over next to you on your bed, reaching over onto the night stand to grab two smokes and a lighter, passing one to you before lighting both of them up, as you both smoked, and exhaled, simultaneously, your brains started to feel foggy with euphoria as the nicotine began to enter your bloodstreams at the same time.

***

A few weeks later, you and the rest of the guys were sitting around, just talking about nothing in particular, only until Two-Bit brought up a fun topic.

"I got it!" He said, a large smirk on his face. "Best lay... Aaand... Steve, go!" Pointing at the brunette with both hands shaped as guns.

"Uhm... Probably Gracie. Big tits." He laughed out, a smoke in between his teeth.

Everyone erupted with laughter, Ponyboy and Johnny rolling their eyes and turning their attention to the cartoons on the small television.

"Y/N! Your turn!" Two-Bit said, laughing as he took a sip of his third beer.

"Not telling." You laughed as you sat on the countertop. You rolled your eyes heavily and let out an annoyed sigh as everyone booed at you. "Ugh, fine," You said, closing your eyes. "Uhm, I'm not saying the name, but he was tall with brown eyes, massive dick, and goddamn, he knew how to use it well, dark hair, and also the best kisser I've ever met before."

    Dally automatically knew that you were talking about it, a smirk spreading across his face as you enthused about just how good the "mystery man" was in bed.

*** You and Dally sat in your old, run down car, eating Dairy Queen and talking about nothing in particular.

"You wanna know something funny?" He asked before licking the melting ice cream off of his waffle cone.

"Always." You smirked, turning the music playing on the radio down a bit so you could hear him more clearly.

"You're the best I've ever had, too." He said, smirking as your cheeks lit up a bright pink shade at his words.

"And why's that, Mister Winston?" You laughed, your eyes meeting his again as he leaned in closer to you, using his free hand to circle around your clit over your underwear, your skirt covering Dally's hand from the wrist down, your eyes slowly rolling back as you moaned quietly into his mouth.

"That's just one of the reasons. You're so goddamn sensitive and I fucking love it." He laughed when you whined after his touched left you, a small huff of anger leaving your lips at the loss of contact.

After a few seconds, you grabbed his ice cream and shoved it in an empty cup, his eyes meeting your with confusion before you moved over the center console to straddle him, your lips immediately going to his as you grinder your hips together, small groans leaving both of your mouths. You tugged at his leather belt, unbuttoning his jeans after, sliding his boxers down, your mouth watering at the sight of his hard cock.

    He reached around your waist and lifted your tight shirt off of you quickly, his soft lips moving to kiss all over your breasts and he left the occasional hickey, his cool, slender fingers i clipping your bra, before he started kissing up and down your neck until you were begging for more.

    "Dally, please." You whimpered, your body trembling from want.

    He moved your underwear over to the side, right before his cock slammed into you as he pulled your hips flush against his, both of you letting out moans because of how fucking amazing it felt.

"Fuck, Dally! Shit, you feel so fucking good!" You screamed out, glad that it was night and that no one was around the two of you.

"Goddamn, you're so fucking tight-" He said before a groan cut him off, his hands gripping your waist even tighter, bruises sure to be left there (not that you were complaining in the slightest).

    One of his hands moved down to your clit, rubbing it in harsh, fast circles as his eyes rolled back, your head dipping down to suck dark purple bruises onto the soft, pale skin of his neck, his hips thrusting up to meet yours in sync, his cock hitting inside of you deeper and deeper with each thrust, the other of you chasing yourself highs as best as you could.

    Your eyes clenched shut tightly as you bit down on muscles of his shoulder, your orgasm crashing over you so strongly that you could barley breathe. Dally's arms wrapped around you, scratching up and down your back and you tugged harshly at his hair, knowing that he was coming close.

    "Cum for me." You whispered into his ear, biting down slightly on his earlobe, and then that was it. He came with a cry of your name and a load groan, his cum coating your walls as you clenched around him tighter, his teeth sinking into your breasts as he continued to thrust up into you until his muscles gave out. Your collective breathing was heavy as you both came down from your highs, his hair sweaty as you ran your fingers through it, the smell of sex and cigarettes lingering in the small, cramped car.

    "Goddamn," He said, laughing as you sat back, moving your hair out of your eyes. "That was fucking amazing."

    "Isn't it always?" You smiled cockily, grinding your hips once more, causing another load moan to come from Dally's throat, partially because it felt amazing and partially because he was so fucking sensitive.

    "What'd I turn you into?" He smirked, biting down on the skin of your neck softly, his perfect teeth skimming your jaw as he made eye contact with you again.

    "A sex addict." You said simply, a smile breaking across your face as Dally started laughing at your blatant tone, his head tipping up to kiss you softly and slowly.

    The two of you had made an agreement not to do anything with anyone else after a while, figuring that it would save the both of you from getting jealous because, even though you weren't official, the both of you were super mad every time you walked in on the other with a different person.

*** "Oh my god, fuck off!" You yelled, laughing as Soda had beaten you in poker for the fifth time that night, the rest of the guys whooping and cheering as you flipped them all of, taking your shirt off, a black bra the only thing covering your chest. Strip poker was a weird game to play with a big group of your closest friends, but it had been a favorite of everyone's for years. Dally stood in the corner, a cigarette in between his teeth as he stared you down, his eyes dark with oust and squinted with anger.

"Alright," You said, standing up and putting your shirt back on, boos coming from the guys. "I think that's enough for me tonight."

You made your way to the bathroom of the Curtis' house, putting your hair up in a ponytail before you washed the dark eyeliner surrounding your eyes off, using a rag to dry your face before changing into an extra t-shirt and pajama shorts that you always kept there, since everyone usually spent the night there.

You walked out into the dark hallway, making your way to the living room before Dally pushed you up against one of the walls, his lips meeting yours harshly as one of his hands made its way into your loose shorts, his long, slender figures toying with your clit as you tried your best to control the volume of your moans.

"Never, fucking never, pull that shit again. You got that? You know how fucking hot you are, and you know how those dudes think about you." He said, his voice low and commanding, but a tone of sweetness underlying in it.

You knew that he wasn't mad, he was just worried, even though there's no way in hell that he would ever admit that to anyone. He was your best friend, and you were his.

*** "Oh, come on, Dally. It's not even that bad. It's just a movie." You whined, gripping onto his denim jacket.

"It's a stupid movie." He laughed as your head sunk even lower, your lower lip stick out as you widened your eyes, your face jokingly pleading.

    "Dallyyy, pleaseee?" You dragged out, kissing his neck softly.

    "Fine. But if I hate it, it's on you." He laughed as you squealed, leaning over and kissing his cheek. And after a second you both looked at each other and then moved away, realizing that you were acting more like a couple than like fuck buddies.

    "I'm- uh- I'm gonna go home. Gotta get ready, ya know?" You said, standing up from the couch at Dally and Buck's place, grabbing your purse and jacket, and waving goodbye to the brunette that had your heart.

***

    As you made you way back over to Dally's, you checked how you looked in the reflection of a storefront window. Your tight white t-shirt clung to your body perfectly, your black ripped jeans hugged your frame, and you had on your favorite jacket. A thick, worn, black leather one that all of the guys had gotten you for your birthday after they had pooled their money together, a switchblade, a pack of smokes, and a lighter in one of the pockets. Your black eyeshadow and eyeliner was done perfectly, and was an amazing contrast to your bright red lipstick.

    "Dally!" You smiled, wrapping him in a small, short hug when we opened his door, throwing a shirt on and leading you down the street towards the drive in.

***

    "I'm gonna go get some popcorn." You said to Dally, smiling as you stood up from one of the cheap, grey folding chairs.

    "Be careful." He said, handing you some money before turning his attention to the movie that he claimed was stupid.

    "Medium popcorn and a large Coke with two straws, please." You said to the worker at the concessions stand, handing him the money in exchange for your food and drink.

    You walked out of the concessions stand, making your way back until some shuffling on the side of the building caught your attention. You turned your head, and the second you did, you instantly regretted it. You saw Dally making out with Polly Winchester, her hands running through his hair as he pinned her against a wall. His eyes met with your for a second and he instantly pulled away, his lips smeared with her red lipstick and his breathing hard.

    "Oh shit." He said quietly, walking over to you, trying to take your hands in his, put you instantly pulled away.

    "You fucking asshole." You said calmly, turning away towards the exit before he grabbed your arm, and then you snapped. "Don't fucking touch me!" You screamed, the people sitting near you turning to look at the two of you.

    "Y/N, I'm sorry." He said, trying his best to reach out for you agin until you took the top off of your drink and threw it in his face.

    "Fuck. You." You said clearly, finally being able to turn and walk away, tears filling your eyes as you walked back to your house.

***

    A few days later, practically in the middle of the night, you were sitting on your bed, a cigarette in one of your hands as you used the other to flip through your favorite book, music softly playing on your record player in the background as you tried your best to ignore the ache in your heart at the fact that Dally was practically fucking a chick against a wall right in front of you.

    A knock on your front door shook you out of your daze, ashing your cigarette before making your way down the hall to your front door. The second you opened it, your heart sank, your stomach dropping as you saw Dallas standing there, a pleading look on his face.

    "C-can I come in?" He asked quietly, his hands stuffed into his pocket.

    You didn't say anything, you just opened your door more and stepped to the side, allowing him to walk into your small house.

    "What do you want? Another pack of smokes? I have some on the counter and a Coke in the fridge and then you can go back to the drive in so that you don't have to pay." You said blankly, sitting down on your couch as flipping through a book that was on your coffee table.

    "No, I don't need any of that. I just wanna talk." He said, standing next to the couch awkwardly.

    "About what? About how you basically fucked Polly during a movie that we were supposed to be watching together? About how you ditched me to go stick your dick in some whore on the side of a goddamn building?!" You said, not being able to control your volume as you stood up looking at him, absolutely fuming.

    "Yeah, pretty much." He answered, not knowing what else to say.

    "You promised me, Dally. You fucking promised." You said, your eyes boring into his.

    "I know, but listen-" He tried to say before you cut him off.

    "No, Dally. You listen to me. You are such a lying fucking asshole! I can't believe I ever thought that we could be something other than friends with benefits." You said, your eyes becoming puffy. "Fuck you, Dallas Winston. I never want to see you again." You said calmly through your teeth, silently seething. You turned towards the hallway to go into your room, before Dally grabbed your arm, your eyes meeting his again, both of your eyes red as silent tear streamed down your faces simultaneously.

    "Please, Y/N." He said, his voice not much louder than a whisper. "Please don't leave me."

    "You've never listened to me when I've asked you not to leave... Why should I listen to you?" You asked quietly.

    "Because I love you, Y/N. More than I've ever loved anything in my entire life. More than smokes and parties and beer. More than sleep and sex and rumbles. So please, Y/N... Please don't leave. And I'm so fucking sorry. I'm so, so sorry."

    "I love you too, Dally. So much more than you'll ever be able to know."

    At this point, his hands were tangled in yours, your faces close together as you both finally admitted your true feeling for one another after all of this time.

    "You do?" He asked, shock evident in his voice. "You love me?"

    "Of course I love you, Dally. I've loved you ever since we were kids." You whispered, your lips only inches apart.

    "Can I kiss you?" He asks softly, his hands going slowly and tenderly up to your neck.

    "Please."

    And with that, you lips met in the most perfect kiss you could ever think of, like your lips were pieces of a puzzle and were made to fit perfectly together. After a few minutes it grew more passionate, more lust filled.

    His hands went down to the back of your thighs, gripping them tightly as you jumped up to wrap your legs around his waist. The two of you continued kissing as he walked the both of you to your room. He placed you softly on your bed, kissing down your body as he lifted an oversized white t-shirt, that just so happened to be his, over your head. He kissed all over your chest and your neck, only stopping for a few seconds to shed off his leather jacket and black shirt, before immediately going back to your lips to kiss you as you moaned into each others mouths while your hips grinned against each other's.

    "Dally, please." You moaned, your hands smoothing over his back.

    "Please what?" He asked, looking at your with swollen red lips, a beautiful contrast to his pale skin.

    "Make love to me." You whispered, your lips close to each others until he closed the distance between your mouths.

    He kissed down your neck, chest, and stomach again as he pulled your shorts off of you, moving to kiss your inner thighs as you whined from the feeling that you missed.

    He stood up again to unbuckle his belt, taking his pants off not shortly after. You pulled him back on top of you, reveling in the feeling of his bare skin against yours. He took his length in is hands, lining it up with your entrance before stopping for a few seconds to stare deeply into his big brown eyes.

    "I love you." He whispered.

    "I love you too." You replied before you met your lips with his again.

    The second he thrusted slowly inside of you, you both let out moans at the amazing feeling. he started with a slow, tender pace as you breathed heavily into each others mouths, your eyes still staring into the others.

    "Oh my god." You moaned out, eyes finally shutting tightly as he continued to pump into you, his pace quickening as his groans started to grow louder and loader, along with your moans.

    "Fuck, I love you so-" He said, getting cut off as he groaned loudly. "I love you so much."

    "I love you too, Dally- Fuck!" You screamed, the feeling of him being inside of you so goddamn intense that you could barely speak coherently.

    And then it made sense. Every feeling that you had ever had for him made so much sense. Every time that he would look at you and smile at the completely ordinary thing you were doing, every time that he told you to call him when you got home, every time that his figures brushed against yours while watching a movie made sense. He had loved you even longer that you had loved him. From the second your eyes met his when you met, he was absolutely head over heels in love with you. He had never realized how much he needed to tell you until he almost lost you, until he realized how much he needs you.

    "Dally, I'm not gonna last much longer." You moaned, lips moving to kiss the sides of his clan shaven face and his smooth forehead.

    "N-neither am I. Fuck, please cum for me, Y/N. Please. God, I love you." He moaned before his head dipped down to meet your lips with his.

    And with a few more thrusts, you were completely spiraling underneath him, your whole body trembling as you came at this same time, his final few thrusts harder and deeper than before until he finally collapsed on top of you, his lips going to kiss your red cheeks as you both breathed heavily.

    "I love you so much. Please be mine, Y/N. Please." He said, his lips skimming yours.

    "I love you more, Dally. And I'll be yours, forever and ever and ever." And with that, you both fell asleep, all sweaty and gross. But you were sweaty and gross and happier than you had ever been before.

[lildevyl]

Whumptober Day 1: Cage/Unconventional Restraints

DSMP Fae AU

Summary:  Tommy’s parents are well renowned Hunters.  Capture and kill many Mythical/Magical Creatures and freeing countless Villages.  They’re latest hunt came up with something more dangerous than anything before.  The Winter Court’s Royal Son, the Blood God.

Based on A Blessing Bestowed by just_arandomfangirl and The Perils of Being Kind by Poker

TW: Caging, Hunting, Dehumanizing, Fae AU, Magic AU

I think I got them all!

It was an hour or two after sunrise when Tommy made his way downstairs for breakfast and realized that something was amidst.  It wasn’t the fact that every time Tommy saw his reflection in the hallway mirror that the morning sun made his hair look like spun gold.  Or his eyes tend to look like sapphire gemstones or that -

Alright Tommy, stop that!  You’re human!  Clearly that encounter with the last fae has you rattled!  You’re human not fae.  Tubbo’s fine!  He’s in the most guarded part of the Hunter’s Academy.  Right?  Right.

As Tommy made his way to the Kitchen the smell of waffles and pancakes filled the air.  As Tommy entered the Kitchen his suspicion that something was terribly wrong just been confirmed.  His Mom was on the stove making waffles, a plate full of stack of pancakes was on the table, fruit bowl full, eggs and bacon were on the table as well.  Yep something was definitely up!  Tommy’s Mom only did this when there was bad news.  It was her way of trying to “lighten the load” of the bad news so it didn't hit so hard when it came.

The only thing that Tommy could think of for why his Mom would be doing this was if they got Tubbo.  The Autumn King of the Fae Court took an interest in Tubbo and has been trying to get Tubbo to be his son.  If his Mom was making Waffles and Pancakes then that could only mean one thing.

“Please tell me the bastard didn’t get Tubbo?”  Tommy begged as he sat down at the table.

“No,” his Mom answered, turning around with a plate of Waffles and putting them on the table.  “Tubbo is fine as far as we know.”

“Then what’s with the Waffles and Pancakes?!”  Tommy demanded.  He knew that if it wasn’t because of bad news then it was something major and this was some kind of bribe.

Both his parents shared a look before his father continued.  “Well, son, since what has happened with Tubbo and from what we were able to capture in our last hunt.  We think you are more than ready for Field Training.”

Tommy whooped!  He’s been stuck at home for so long making charms and weapons that it was about time his parents thought that he was ready!  Tommy just turned sixteen, so he was pumped and ready to go hunting with his parents and help save lives!

“So, what am I going to do then?  And what is the news?”  Tommy wasn’t a child; he knew a tasty bribe when he saw one.  If Tubbo was truly safe and sound at the Hunter’s Academy then what would his parents need him to do?

His parents shared a look with another that Tommy didn’t know how to decipher on what it meant.  “I think it would be better to show you.”  His Mother sighed at the look and noise of protest his father gave.  “It’s the only way that he’ll understand fully!  We trust you Toms and this is going to be the biggest thing we put you in charge of.”

Tommy gapped at his parents.  The biggest thing that he would be in charge of?  Holy shit, holy shit!  He’s really going on a Hunting trip with his parents?!  Oh fuck yeah!

“Then hurry up and let’s go see it!”  Tommy said, shoving the last piece of waffles in his mouth before remembering to chew and then swallow.

“Before we go, do you have red clothing?”  Tommy rolled his eyes gesturing to his sleeves and the sides of his favorite shirt.  “And cold iron?  Salt?  Clover?  Golden flowers?”

“Yes, yes, and yes!”  Making a frown appear on his father’s face.  “And what feels like nearly every single protection charm there is in this house.”

Tommy started to trace the patterns in the wooden table readying himself for the umbteenth lecture that he knew he would be getting when he said this.  “We just want to make sure that you're safe!  A Hunter’s Child can and will be seen as a major trophy to the Fae!  This will be very tricky and quite dangerous but we trust you with this.”

Tommy nodded his head with a grimace.  That was one of the reasons why Tubbo was sought after.  The Autumn King saw Tubbo when Tubbo first got introduced into Field Training.  At first Tubbo thought it was just some traveler that he wanted to try and scam some goods off of but still give the guy some actually decent charms.  The Autumn King saw how clever Tubbo was and when he found out that he was the son of some of the most pronounced Hunters.  Well, the Autumn King instantly took an interest in Tubbo.

It was also why Tommy had to stay in the cabin when his parents and several witches went around the property line to draw, carve and activate every single protection charm and spell that they could think of!  And why Tommy was specifically restricted to stay within the property lines where the protection is the strongest.  The protection charms and spells were on the property lines but the house itself was enclosed in protection charms and magic as well.  It would literally take a Royal Fae to break through them.  But even then they would be severely weakened.

“I’m ready!  I’ll be safe, I promise.  Those Fae won’t know what hit them!”  Tommy exclaimed.

His Mother gave a small laugh.  “I’m sure they won’t!  Finish your breakfast then we’ll be heading to the Bunker!”

The Bunker?  The Bunker was where all the charms, protection spells, weapons, cages, chains and even specially made magically infused cuffs were made.  The cuffs were literally a magic suppressor.  Put them on the thing and their powers are severely weakened to useless.  Tommy never saw them be put to use, but he had heard a story from a fellow Hunter that went to save a Seaside Town from a bunch of Sirens and had used the cuffs to trap one.  What could his parents have caught that they needed to use the Bunker for?

Tommy quickly finished his breakfast, scarfing down the eggs and bacon and even finishing off a few pieces of fruit.  He pushed his chair back and followed his parents out the door.  Tommy shivered slightly when the cold mountain air hit him.

Another reason why Tubbo was taken to the Academy.  It was late Autumn and the first frost would be coming soon.  Autumn and Winter.  Two Courts that coincide with one another, allies with each other.  There have been rumors that the Winter Court’s Prince Siren is actually friends with the Autumn King himself.  But there hasn't been anything found to back that up.  Tommy just prayed that Tubbo will be okay and once they find the Autumn King then Tommy could rest easy knowing that the threat was taken care of.

Tommy followed his parents to the Bunker.  The Bunker was an underground sanctuary to get to it.  You have to walk a ways from the house towards the wood where there were wooden doors sticking out of the ground that would remind you of Cellar Doors.

“Why here?”  Tommy asked.

“This one required a lot more measures to be taken,” his Mother said, pulling a chain from her neck revealing a key made of cold iron.

His Mother took the key and put on the padlock on the Bunker and then removed the chains and the heavy iron bar latch.  When that was done, his parents led him down the steps.  The further down they went Tommy couldn’t help but shiver at the cold.  He knew Winter was weeks away but it felt like it had just come in the Bunker.  Tommy’s Father stopped in front of a very complicated looking door.  It was made out of iron and there were so many runes, intricate patterns and many, many, many, symbols and charms that Tommy recognized carved, raised, woven, and literally part of the actual door itself.

“This Tommy is where your training begins!”  His father smiled proudly at him.  “So, I want you to step up here.  Now, to enter the Bunker you need to press these runes and charms in a very specific order.  Like so.”  His father then showed Tommy the order that he had to put in.  

The Runes glowed and Tommy could feel the magic from the runes and charms.  One of them was a Reveal Charm.  It was used to Reveal the person's true identity but it can also reveal any charms, spells and enchantments that one might be under or have on them.  It was really a way to see if anyone was under any spell or mind control and know how to combat it.

There was a buzz that sounded like bees and a click then the door opened slightly.  Tommy’s Father grabbed the handle and pulled the door open all the way and went in first.

“Now, son before we go any further I must warn you that you must be at the top of your game and you must tread with the utmost caution.  Do I make myself clear?”

“Yes, Dad.”

“Good now follow.”

Tommy’s Father in front led the way, with Tommy right behind and his Mother bringing up the rear.  Tommy couldn’t help but shiver more down here.  He noticed that the temperature must have dropped ten or so degrees from what it was up above the bunker.  Tommy also notices a very light layer of frost covering the floor of runes.  They came to the center of the room where they have their cages and Tommy nearly toppled over.

In the center of the room was a salt circle that was about ten centimeters wide all around the outside of the runes that were carved into the floor.  On top of the runes that the Salt Circle was surrounding was the biggest  iron cage Tommy has ever seen.  The bars were about as big as his wrist, the shackles and chains were as big as Tommy’s fists.  But what caught Tommy’s attention the most was the pair of Power Suppressor Cuffs that Tommy had just made last month but never had the chance to test, it.

Tommy also noticed a layer of frost covered the chains and runes like it was trying to turn it to ice.  But what caught Tommy’s attention the most and why he nearly toppled over was what was actually in the cage.

Did his parents have a goddamn death wish?!  There sitting in the middle of the cage was none other than the second son of the Winter Court.  The most feared Fae Warrior of all.  The Blood God, Technoblade.

*****

@weirdmixofweirdness, @10ths-writing-corner, @tracobuttons, @a-humble-narcissus, @whumptober

[heresathreebee]

KINKTOBER DAY 6 Foodplay/Rimming

Colonel Rick X Reader

AN: will edit tomorrow, too tired

It's your daughter's first day of first grade and to celebrate, Rick is in the kitchen making waffles and pancakes. And to his great annoyance, you had found a can of whipped cream in the fridge door. 

"Stop doing that," he scolded you over his shoulder and flips the last pancake, "that shit is nothing but pure sugar and she's gonna be too full to eat real food." 

Your laugh sounds muffled and whoops the image of you swiping white cream from your lips… but god willing, it will not tempt him right now. Today's about getting your daughter to school after that disaster of a kindergarten year. 

"Here." 

Rick swipes the can of cream from your hands and places two plates stacked high with fluffy, chocolate or blueberry baked breakfast delights. Your daughter squealed her delight and grabbed one of everything then she sat back and stared at it. 

Rick glanced at you in confusion but you were distracted (he was leaning on the counter and his biceps were bulging) so he asked, "'s a matter, darlin'?" 

Big and pretty eyes focused on him from behind the mountain she piled on her plate. "I'm not hungry anymore." 

Rick saw you stiffen as if you were struck with rigamortis and he tried his best not to glare at you in front of her. 

"You're fine baby, here–" 

You danced around Rick and filled a glass of water to bring back to her. She drank it at your behest as you fixed a plate for yourself. And like clockwork, the water washed the immediate taste of sugar from her mouth and she dug into the cholocate chip waffle at the top of her pile. 

Two parents sighed in unison and walked their daughter down to the bus stop. She held onto both of your hands, swinging back and forth to distract herself. She almost didn't go– Rick had to promise to come pick her up if she didn't want to stay but she had to stay until lunch. 

When she finally boarded the bus (with a face like you were sending her to boarding school), the two of you returned to the mess in the kitchen. You groaned, kicking your slippers to the side and huffing all the way home. 

"Oh stop it, it was your idea," Rick laughed. "Do you think she'll be ok?" 

You nod. "If she didn't want to go, we'd have had to drag her kicking and screaming. She'll be alright babe." 

Rick starts to load the soaked dishes from the sink to the dishwasher and you pause looking over the leftovers. "Did you have any of these?" 

"Hm? No, I didn't," your husband replied. He felt a tap on his shoulder and found you offering him a bit of blueberry pancake on a fork. "My hands are wet." 

"I'll do it for you, dummy." 

Rick opened his mouth to receive. The fool. Instead of a mouthful of pancake he got whip creamed instead. His sigh sounded, in your ears, like a deeply irritated 'goddamn.' You laughed yourself hoarse and offered the fork again. 

Rick watched you this time but true to your original word, you let him take a bite of what he wanted. Aaaand almost as a reflex, you licked the stray, sticky syrup from his chin. He definitely shivered– you felt it, but he doesn't scold you or bend you over the table like you hoped. 

You let him have his moment of restraint. The two of you fucked like rabbits, he knew what was on your mind. The dishwasher was loaded and plates emptied, all that was left was to soak the remaining dishes and wipe down the counters and table. 

But you watched him set up– hand towel over the shoulder ready to handwash what was left like he was unaffected by you. 

On Rick's part, he wasn't trying to frustrate you, he just didn't like to half ass a job (can't relate honestly). He heard you stomping in the direction of your bedroom. He was intent to ignore it to finish his task, but then he heard you stomp back into the kitchen and stop. 

The sudden silence bothered him. That and the feeling of your eyes burning holes into the back of his head. He half glanced– looked at the fridge to find you in his peripherals– but you weren't moving. 

Finally he half turned and found you doing exactly what it sounded like you were doing– standing, leaning, waiting (rather impatiently actually). 

And you had the whip cream still. You tapped your finger and the intensity of your glare gives him no choice but to stop. 

"What?" 

You don't answer but you do crook your finger at him. Rick dries his hands and obeys. Every step he takes towards you has your tightass stance unwinding and by the time he reaches you, you've relaxed into a lazy lean and mischievous grin. 

He asks again, "what?" 

You grab him by his belt buckle and drag him closer to you. "Take your pants off and bend over for me." 

You feel Rick stiffen. "...why?" 

"Because I wanna do something to you," you answer cryptically. 

"Am I going to enjoy what you're about to do to me?" 

You scoff. "I think you will, yes. If it's not, you're welcome to tap out." 

Rick's fingers twitched. "Let me put this away first." 

He reaches for the can of cream but you stop him. "This is a part of it." 

He says your name in warning. You can see he's uncomfortable about it and maybe he's right to be– you have been unpredictable and childish today– but you push forward. Give him your best, most sincere puppy dog eyes. 

"Please? I'll take it slow, if you don't want it, tell me and I'll stop," you say. "It's sort of a… continuation of Sunday's exploration…" 

You stuck your finger in his ass while he was pounding into you (he liked it a lot actually, he just doesn't do it often). You can see his thousand yard stare as he recalls Sunday’s events that left him shaking with pleasure for an hour after. 

"...ok." 

Rick reaches for his belt and undones it slowly. You know in your head it's because he's still on the fence about it but your adrenaline rises and you take pleasure in watching him strip. Once his pants are at his ankles, you feel like you need to help ease him into the mood. 

You start by cupping his cheeks and kissing him. Long, deep kisses that convey your commitment to pacing yourself. He kisses you back in kind and struggles to remove his underwear past his knees because he doesn't want to pause kissing you even for a second. He gives up after a second and puts both hands on your waist to pull you closer, deeper into the kisses. 

"I love you," you whisper in between dipping your tongue into his mouth. "I'm going to take care of you." 

Rick moans in answer and you feel 'something' poking your stomach. You break away from his lips and pepper kisses down the column of his throat, over his shirt clad heart and chest and you sink to your knees pulling his underwear with it. 

You look up at him knowing it's his second favorite position to have you in. His bright eyes are dark and he swallows roughly but instead of giving his awaiting cock a kiss, you stand. 

"Now bend over." Rick hesitates but obeys. "Good boy." 

He glares at you over his shoulder but he does as you ask, setting his hands palms down on the counter and spreading his legs as much as his pants will allow. He jerks when he feels your hand massage the inside of his thigh, but when you don't move on right away, he is able to relax into it. 

I trust you, he thinks. He feels your hair tickle the base of his spine and you plant a kiss on his back, then you straighten up and massaging more of his hips, his butt, his thighs without touching his most sensitive parts. 

When he feels you massage his cheeks a little harder, pulling them apart, letting go, and doing it on repeat, his cock hardens. You haven't touched it once and his intuition tells him you don't want him to either. His breathing picks up and it feels like you're torturing him now. 

Did you change your mind? Are you having second thoughts? 

As if on cue, you ask him: "have you ever… tried rimming before?" 

Oh… that was the last thing Rick was expecting you to say. 

You got nervous when you saw his head jerk up from the counter. You were preparing to step back and give him space, but he reached a hand back and caught a belt loop in your pants which he used to drag you closer to him (hips pressed to hips). He seemed to be considering his answer. 

"...yeah… I have." He looks back at you. "Is that what you want to do?" 

You nod cautiously. If he's not into it, you're not going to make him feel like he has to for your sake. Your sex life is fine without anal play– if he's not into it, you'll survive. 

Oh but to your great fortune, Rick is very much into it. He puts his head back down on the table and, as a show of good faith, he tries to spread his legs just a centimeter further. 

"Go for it." 

He's a shivering mess. Your fingers felt good inside him but your tongue? Expert. He was going to lose his hearing from how loud he was moaning and whimpering. If he knew you were touching yourself right now, he’d have come without even trying. 

“Please, please, please–” Rick choked when you finally touched him where he needed you most. You wrapped your hand around his cock and tugged. Stroking him roughly and pulling towards you which jostled his balls as well. At this point he was barely breathing. 

He started to say your name but– “Uhhnnn–”

Rick comes in your hand and all over your shirt. You refrain from slipping a second finger into him only because you might kill him if you did. He comes so hard he’s dizzy and he barely has enough sense to reach across the counter and hold himself onto it. 

He had been leaning back into your touch, hips inching further and further away and to keep him from falling on you, you stand and push him back up, draping yourself over his back to hug him. 

It’s ten minutes before Rick comes down from his high. His breathing is deep and evened, legs freezing cold but back warm, at least everywhere you were. 

"Rick…Rick…" 

He shakes you with a laugh. "Yeah baby? You sure know how to work my shit, don't you?" 

He cleared his throat and said adoringly, "you are going to be the death of me." 

[thecrowskeep]

Bait.

Jesper Fahey x platonic!reader - but it can also be read as Jesper x reader? It’s a blurry line when it comes to Jesper, I guess.

Words: 1.1k

Warnings: mention of a gun/shooting, swearing.

Summary: You’re a bit of a chaos magnet. So obviously when you joined the Dregs Jesper became your new best friend.

Alternative summary: “So, why am I here?” You asked Jesper. Surely he could take on this guy alone. Jesper shot you a grin. “You’re the bait.”

A/N: This is really short, but I love writing Jesper dialogue so... He’s just such a fun character. I hope I did him some justice!

“So, what’s on the agenda for tonight, then?” You turned to the lanky boy next to you, as you both headed down the main street of the East Stave. It was close to midnight, and since you both had the night off, curtesy of Kaz, Jesper had invited you to join him on an evening stroll. Though, you assumed the evening stroll part was not the main event. Jesper shot you a grin, all but confirming he had something in mind.

“How do you feel about some light thievery?” You tilted your head, pretending to consider, though you knew your mind was already made up. “What am I getting out of it? I assume it��s because someone owes you something.” “Well, yes. One of the Dime Lions owes me from a bet last week.” Jesper looked down at you, with an affronted look. “And you get the pleasure of my company, obviously.” “Oh, is that all?” You scrunched your nose. “I guess I’ll head back to the Slat then…” Jesper stopped, mid stride and you let out a laugh, linking arms with him and pulling him along the cobbled street. “You better be joking.” “I am. Did I bruise your ego?” “Yes. Obviously, Y/N. I’m fantastic company.” Jesper let out a dramatic sigh. “If you help me I’ll buy you those sweets you like.” His voice was low, hoping you wouldn’t hear, but you had. You let out a whoop and added a little skip to your step. “Where are we going, then?”

—

It turned out you were headed to the Emerald Palace. Pekka Rollins’ and the Dime Lion’s pride and joy. You and Jesper stood across the street, pretending to converse amongst yourselves while keeping an eye on the garish green and gold building. Jesper had described the man you were looking for on the walk over. A big man, with a beard and dark hair. You’d rolled your eyes at him. It was the vaguest description you’d ever heard, but Jesper had assured you that he’d know the guy when he saw him. “Jes, I’m bored. We’ve been here for like an hour.” You’d noticed Jesper had also been getting twitchy. He hated being in one place for too long, so this debt was clearly important to him. “How much does this guy owe you, anyway?” Jesper looked at you, then back at the door. “A few kruge. It’s more about making a point.” Of course it is. You sighed. “I feel like you owe me waffles now, too.”

It was only a few minutes later that you felt Jesper stand up straighter beside you. You’d been distracted watching a group of men fighting a few streets away, but looked back at the doorway when you’d felt Jesper move. “That’s him.” “Are you sure?” You asked, squinting at the man who’d just left the Emerald Palace. “He looks the same as the rest of them.” “I’m sure.” Jesper replied, pushing off the wall he was leaning against and starting after the bearded man. “Let’s go.” He angled his head, a nod for you to follow. The man was alone, which was helpful if Jesper intended to rob him. It’d be easy enough on the quieter streets. “So, why am I here?” You asked Jesper. Surely he could take on this guy alone. Jesper shot you a grin. “You’re the bait.” “What?”

—

Jesper hadn’t been joking. He’d given you the basic idea of the plan in hushed tones as you walked. You were supposed to lure the man down a quieter street, off his usual path, so that Jesper could come up behind him and block the only exit.

You had both followed the man for a few blocks before Jesper had you run ahead of him down a side alley that would put you back on the main street not too far ahead. It was easy enough to spot the target in the meagre crown once you’d returned to the main walkway. He wore the most awful green vest. “Excuse me?” You called, waving him over. “What?” The man took a cautious step toward you, checking behind him in case you were directing the call to someone else. “Could you help me?” Your mind raced, trying to come up with something believable. “I’ve lost my ring, I need help to find it. It was my mothers.” The man scoffed. “Ask someone else.” He moved to keep walking. “I can pay.” It really was the magic phrase in Ketterdam. The man’s eyes lit up. “Alright, I’ll help. Where did you lose it?” You gave him a winning smile. “Somewhere on this street I think.” You gestured behind you. “Thank you, sir. You’re too kind.” “Yeah, yeah. What does it look like?” He asked, following you down the quiet street. You described the imaginary ring to the man before you both set off to look for it. It wasn’t long before you heard the familiar click of Jesper’s revolver. He was stood behind the man, the barrel aimed squarely against the man’s temple. “You owe me money, Filip.” The man, Filip, gulped. He had much less confidence with a gun now pointed at his skull. You stood up straight, brushing off your palms. “You tricked me, you little who—“ He was clearly talking to you. “Ah, don’t be like that.” Jesper taunted, pushing the barrel harder against the man, leaving a little indentation in the skin. “You should’ve just paid me before, and we wouldn’t have had to go to all this trouble.” Jesper pouted dramatically and reached down to pull a leather coin purse off of the man’s belt. The man remained silent, wary of the gun to his head. Jesper turned and gave him a shove back toward the main street. “You can go, now.” The man stumbled and took off at a run, not bothering to look back. Jesper had a grin on his face as he turned back to you. “I guess I owe you waffles?” “You’re damn right you do.” You gave Jesper a sideways glance. “Why do I always have to be the bait?” He shrugged, counting the kruge in the coin purse before looking up at you, a cheeky glint in his eye. “Because you’re excellent at it, Y/N.”

[r0tten-brainz]

hey do you want my carrie fix it au? no?

too bad!!!

Everything seemed to stop when the blood was dumped on Carrie. All the cheers and applause was cut off by shocked gasps and silence. Wide eyes stared upon the stage at their prom queen, now drenched in red sludge, her beautiful dress ruined.

Tommy Ross, the prom king, was staring at his date, some of the liquid (blood, literal blood, he realizes in horror) splashing all over his rental tuxedo. After the initial shock, anger bubbled in his chest so quickly his ears turned red and he turned to the crowd, searching for who could’ve done something so awful, his shouts of “What the hell?!” cutting through the quiet.

In the front row, George Dawson seemed to have the same reaction, he always was quick to anger but now he had a fair reason to. He was disgusted someone would do this, and almost everyone around him agreed. Almost.

It only took a minute for Norma to snort, and double over to quiet her laughter. A few others chuckled but otherwise they were alone in finding this funny.

The only one who hadn’t moved was Carrie. She was frozen, mouth agape and eyes wide. She only moved when the bucket itself came crashing down, right onto Tommy. She tried to catch him but he just collapsed onto the stage, groaning in pain.

People knew immediately something was off when she stood up straight, shoulders back and arms extending out at her sides. The ones who were laughing decided they wanted to leave, the pungent smell of the stale blood getting gross and killing their good time.

There were a few shouts of confusion and fear when the doors suddenly slammed shut and the room was flooded in red light. When one of the jocks tried to open it, he yelled in pain, like the door handle burned him.

That’s what made Tommy stir on the ground, his head aching and warmth trailing down his face. When he looked up the gym was in chaos, people screaming and trampling each other to find a way out. One guy, someone Tommy knew, had climbed up to try the window, but he was flung off like a bug. A squeaking noise made him look up and the fire sprinklers flipped on.

Murky water fell over everyone, only adding to the rotten smell permeating what with the blood also having its own stench. Tommy’s breath caught as he looked around, his eyes finally landing on Carrie.

She seemed unresponsive, barely even blinking as the chaos unfolded around her, like she was in the middle, stirring up the misfortune herself.

“Carrie- huff,” Tommy started, pulling himself up off the ground. His head spun and he nearly got sick with everything mixing around him, his stomach was never the strongest. “Carrie, we have to get you out of here.”

She didn’t move, didn’t even look at him, just tilted her chin up indignantly. The lights above them suddenly sparked, clearly not mixing well with the water. That frightened Tommy a lot, they could all die, and it seemed that’s probably what Carrie was aiming for.

“Carrie!” Tommy tried again, grabbing onto her shoulders. His breath was getting more frantic as he looked around behind him. “Carrie, listen to me. Look at me, Carrie.”

She blinked then, eyes focusing on the boy in front of her. She looked like she was on the brink of tears. When she noticed the blood flowing down his face it only made her feel worse.

“Is this why?” Her voice was quiet, if Tommy had been any further away he wouldn’t have been able to hear. “Is this why you asked me to go with you?”

A devastated look crossed over Carrie’s face. “So you could laugh at me?” Tommy gulped, really starting to feel sick now, realizing that in some sick way this was partially his fault. “She was right, I shouldn’t have come, I shouldn’t have-”

“No! Carrie, if I knew it wouldn’t have happened! I didn’t know- I swear whoever did this is dead.” He shouted, his grip on her shoulders tightening. “Please, you need to calm down. Just breathe, we can get you out of here.”

Flames caught his eye, the curtain behind them was on fire. They needed to go, now. Carrie sniffled, the tears finally falling. “They all laughed at me, they laughed…”

Tommy looked back at the crowd then back to Carrie. “No one laughed, no one did Carrie.” She let out a breath like she’d been holding it. The heat from the fire was getting unbearable.

“Do you swear?” Carrie whispered, looking up at him. She was in agony, he could see it clear on her face.

“Carrie, I swear.” Tommy holds out his arms for her, finally stepping back to lead her away from the gym. He could hear sirens approaching.

Carrie looked out a final time before the doors swung open and the students flooded out. The air was cool which was relieving to everyone. She took his hands then, and he led her off the stage out to the cool evening air.

Sue Snell pushed her way through everyone, Frank Green (notoriously known as the Beak) and George at her side, searching through the scared faces for Tommy and Carrie. “There they are!” She shouts, grabbing her friends and making their way over to the pair.

Tommy perked up at the sound of Sue’s voice, carefully leading Carrie to the grass so they could sit. Further away from everyone. Sue ran over and pulled Tommy down into a hug. Beak and George made their way over a second after, clearly left behind in the madness behind them.

Whispers were exchanged between the group, everyone sparing sympathetic glances to Carrie every once in a while. Carrie just sunk in on herself, Trying to calm herself down enough so she could walk home, figuring she messed up their night enough.

It surprised her all when they all sat around her, Tommy to her left and Sue on the other side. Beak and George settled across from them.

They didn’t talk, no one really knew what to say. It was Carrie who broke the silence. “I ruined your plans with your friends, didn’t I?”

Tommy just shook his head as he shrugged off his jacket, wrapping it around her shoulders. “No,” he assured her. “You didn’t do anything wrong at all, actually.”

Carrie blinked up at him, tears threatening to fall again but she willed them away and sank into the coat. If it was salvageable before, it’s definitely ruined now. Tommy wondered if the rental place had it in their hearts to cut them some slack.

“Carrie I- we- are so sorry,” Sue spoke up, reaching to hold her hand. “I tried to stop it, if I knew they were planning something I wouldn’t have asked, that was so cruel.” She whispered the end of her apology, like she couldn’t believe it had happened.

Carrie ducks her head. “I shouldn’t have come,” she says back. “Mama was right I shouldn’t have.” The group share worried glances, but they’ll unpack that later.

George sneers. “Don’t you think like that, it was fun at the beginning right?” Carrie glances up to him and nods. “Right! Don’t you worry, whoever did this will pay.” Frank nods along beside him, patting him on the shoulder encouragingly. “So inspiring.” Beak always did like to make a joke, to lighten the mood when things were heavy.

Tommy’s arm tucks around her, pulling Carrie closer to comfort her. “Even if it all ended bad, we’re all together, right?” He looked down to her, waiting for the response. Even now he’s pushing her gently, to get her out there. Maybe this is Tommy’s super power. She had telekinesis and he was good at making anyone comfortable, even Carrie White.

“Right,” she finished for him, which made Tommy smile. In return it made Carrie smile. Sue reached and brushed some bloody hair out of Carrie’s face.

“Wow, Sue,” Beak starts. “Before too long Carrie might steal Tommy from you curled up to him like that. Sue laughed and Carrie smiled, cheeks flushing red under the caked up blood.

Tommy grinned and shot him a look. “Oh yeah? Why don’t you beat her to it and steal me yourself, smart guy?”

Beak opened his mouth but was quickly cut off by George. “Oi! Don’t be comin’ onto my man y’ hear?” He shot back, elbowing Frank with a grin.

Tommy felt Carrie’s shoulders bouncing, but when he looked to her to see if she was crying, a small grin graced her face and quiet giggles bubbled up. Despite it all she was laughing. It made something twist in Tommy’s chest, he had to make himself look away.

“It isn’t much,” Sue starts. “But if you all wanted to stop by my house to get cleaned up, maybe we could still go to the Hive.” Carrie perks up, of course Sue was invited, why wouldn’t she be?

George whooped excitedly. “You’re a lifesaver, Susan, I really need a shake after all this.” Everyone cheered in agreement.

“Carrie?” Tommy said quietly. She looked up to him, still smiling a little. “Would that be okay?” He was so patient with her.

Commotion caught her attention though and she looked past Tommy towards the gym. The flames had been dealt with it’d seem, but that’s not what she’s looking at.

Two police officers were taking Chris Hargensen and Billy Nolan out of the school, Chris kicking and shouting the whole way to the car. Miss Collins watched them go, nothing but anger in her eyes. It only made Carrie’s smile widen. She hoped she’d never have to see Chris ever again after this.

“Yes,” she finally replied. “That seems fun.” Tommy grinned and stood, offering his hands to Carrie first to help her stand, then to Sue. “No help for me?” Frank joked. “Shut up, Beak,” Tommy joked back.

The rest of the night was filled with similar jokes, everything being kept lighthearted (lucky for Carrie, she may fall apart if anything else bad happened). The Hive was so much better than she imagined. They had delicious waffle fries, and soda flavors she didn’t know existed, she and Sue even shared an ice cream. Everything was perfect. She prayed to God that come Monday morning she wouldn’t be forgotten by Tommy Ross, or any of them.

[nutellaneedsanap]

Marijon Week 2021 Day One Prompt: Blue Eyes||Identity Reveal

at least i didn’t name myself after a restaurant @nutella(she_they)

WHEN WAS SOMEONE GOING TO TELL ME THAT SUPERBOY AND LADYBUG COULD SING- [video attached]

[The Video starts shakily, pointing at a 45 degree angle to Superboy 2.0. He is hovering near the edge of the roof and softly strumming a ukulele, seemingly lost in thought. The video zooms in and he begins to hum the intro to Ocean Eyes by Billie Eilish. He pauses, clears his throat, and begins in a beautiful tenor.

“I’ve been watching you, for some time. Can’t stop starin’ at those ocean eyes.” He flies backwards and sits on the edge of the roof, smiling.

“Burning cities and napalm skies,” a new voice continues. Superboy stops playing the ukulele and looks up, eyes wide. The cameraman gasps and pans to the right to find Ladybug. You can tell by her windswept hair and the way she is holding her yo-yo that she just swung onto the rooftop. “Fifteen flares inside those ocean eyes, your ocean eyes.” The camera follows her as she walks over to pull Superboy into a standing position. Smiling, the heroine continues in her surprisingly clear voice.

“No fair,” she nudges him. “You really know how to make me cry,”

Superboy snaps out of his stupor and joins her. “When you give me those ocean eyes, I’m scared. I’ve never fallen from quite this high falling into your ocean eyes, those ocean eyes.”

The song continues with the two of them dueting and harmonizing beautifly, crescendoing when appropriate and quieting down at the more serious parts. At some point, Ladybug grabs Superboy by the hand and pulls him to the center of the rooftop where she begins to dance. As the song comes to an end, they slow down considerably and their faces begin to drift closer. As soon as the last note leaves their lips, Superboy darts forward and captures her lips with his.

A whoop is heard from behind the camera, followed by an “Oh, shit!” when the superheroes break apart and look at the camera man. The camera shakes and the video ends.]

LIKE HOLY SHIT I GOT CAUGHT BUT IT WAS WORTH IT

Queen @ur_favorite_queer_queen

@nutella(she_they) ASFLKJEFLJEF NOT TO MENTION SUPERBOY 2 CAN PLAY THE UKULELE-

PunchLime(she/they/he) @lee_max

@nutella(she_they) [Insert image *okay, was anybody going to tell me that ladybug and superboy could sing or was i supposed to just figure that out via random twitter video myself.jpg*]

Robin @thefourthboywonder

@nutella(she_they) @thesecondsuperboy Jon-El, what are you doing with my little sister?

Jon-El @thesecondsuperboy

@nutella(she_they) @thesecondsuperboy @thefourthboywonder uhhhhh *gulps heavily* *looks at note cards* ...patrolling?

Robin @thefourthboywonder

@nutella(she_they) @thesecondsuperboy @thefourthboywonder Likely story. You may duel Father for her hand two weeks from today at the Batcave. Come or die, coward.

yes i am a bat leave me alone @Ladybug

@nutella(she_they) @thesecondsuperboy @thefourthboywonder *sigh* I am not your little sister, we were created in a lab and brought to life at the same time. Stop with the dramatics. We have been dating for 3 months, you know this.

purple and waffles @spoiler

@nutella(she_they) @thesecondsuperboy @thefourthboywonder @Ladybug OOOOHHHHHHHH SOMEONES IN TROUBLEEEEEEEEEEEE

Kon-El @theorginalsuperboy

@nutella(she_they) @thesecondsuperboy @thefourthboywonder @Ladybug no no, @thefourthboywonder has a point

Jon-El @thesecondsuperboy

@nutella(she_they) @thesecondsuperboy @thefourthboywonder @Ladybug @theoriginalsuperboy kon you’re supposed to be on my side!! its in the brother code!!!

Kon-El @theorginalsuperboy

@nutella(she_they) @thesecondsuperboy @thefourthboywonder @Ladybug @theoriginalsuperboy yeah but,,, its bug also rr would break up with me if i let anything bad happen to her i'm pretty sure

yes i am a bat leave me alone @Ladybug

To answer all the questions I keep getting, yes, I am dating Superboy 2, yes Robin and I are twins genetically created in a lab(Nightwing posted about this when we first started being vigilantes??), yes, I can sing moderately well, and no, we did not kill @nutella(she_they). They are perfectly fine, if a bit mortified.

at least i didn’t name myself after a restaurant @nutella(she_they)

@Ladybug yeah guys im completely fine, i even asked before posting the video and everything :) (also i appreciate the concern and all but how exactly would i post that if i was dead?) ((and i think @thesecondsuperboy is a bit more mortified than me, lol))

Jon-El @thesecondsuperboy

@Ladybug @nutella(she_they) yep! She is perfectly fine :) (i even flew her home) ((can you blame me?????? there is now a video of me singing on the internet))

at least i didn’t name myself after a restaurant @nutella(she_they)

@Ladybug @nutella(she_they) @thesecondsuperboy AFJELJFJ yes i can blame you lmao you let me post it

dat ass™ @nightwing

@Ladybug @thesecondsuperboy YOU GUYS ARE DATING AND I AM THE LAST IN THE FAMILY TO KNOW??? betrayal at its finest

I lived bitch @redhood

@nightwing i was the first(besides @blackbat ofc) to know and i think that is very sexy of me

dat ass™ @nightwing

@redhood you MONSTER how could you not tell me?!?!?!

I lived bitch@redhood

@nightwing my own brother,,,, called me a monster. he was right of course, but it still hurt

dat ass™ @nightwing

@redhood DO NOT QUOTE THE SACRED SERIES AT ME WHEN I AM MAD AT YOU

I lived bitch @redhood

@nightwing what cha gon do

MW @thefashionone

Hi um how much tea can i drink before dying? Asking for a friend.

Dick Grayson @thesexyone

@thefashionone send me your location im coming over

MW @thefashionone

@thesexyone HA im at metropolis with jon you will never find me

Duke Thomas-Wayne @thenewone

@thefashionone @thesexyone MARI HE IS HEADING TO THE AIRPORT HIDE HIDE HIDE

MW @thefashionone

@thefashionone @thesexyone @thenewone WHAT HOW NO STOP HIM

Duke Thomas-Wayne @thenewone

@thefashionone @thesexyone I TRIED I WAS TOO LATE @theprettyone HELD ME BACK

Cass Wayne @theprettyone

@thefashionone @thesexyone @thenewone Mari needs to sleep :)

MW @thefashionone

*gasp* my own SISTER

Mochegato @mochegato

@thefashionone @thesexyone @thenewone @theprettyone man i love the wayne family

Dicta-Ruler @Emmy_Phee

@thefashionone @thesexyone @thenewone @theprettyone @mochegato today is a good day to be a gothamite :)

@marijon-week

a big thank you to my friends from the MGI server who let me use their username for this!!!!!!

This is technically not late its 11 pm where im at rn soooo

also tumblr wont space it how i want it to but idc anymore im too tired