#ok ok ill go pay attention in class now

[zouisalmightie]

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[dullahandyke]

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[cyberkitty1]

Using my prettiest smile and kindest words to ask for the silliest and goofiest Miles Morales rizz to exist. The most awkward eye contact, embarrassing pickup lines, "The shoulder touch."

Complete whenever you are inspired! Love your work!<3

Thank you! I hope this is what you wanted!!

He walked into the wrong bathroom

He had spilt a drink on his shirt and was rushing ti the bathroom to try and get it off not paying attention to what bathroom he was going in he just so happened to walk into the women’s restroom.

You were standing at the bathroom sink fixing your lip gloss when he bursts in. Still having the applicator on your lips mouth in an ‘O’ shape you turn at your neck to look at him.

He’s keeping the shirt away from his skin when he looks up and sees you looking at him in shock. You both stand for a couple seconds till you say “can I help you?” He finally realizes where he is he starts rambling in Spanish “ ¡oh Dios mío! Im in the wrong bathroom i’m so sorry! Forget I was here!” He says falling out of the door.

You just look at where he was astonished.

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He gives you his number

You’re in your science class taking notes and staring into space. Looking to your left you see a pair of eyes looking straight back at you, amost immediately they look away.

Class is ending, you’re packing your stuff up when you see a shadow over your desk “ umm hi” you hear the voice say so you look up its the kid who was staring at you earlier! His name was Miles? Yea! Miles. “ hey, did you need something?” you say picking up a textbook and putting your backpack on.

“ Umm yea I just-“ He stops himself and looks at the floor. You look at him sideways what is he doing? Before you could say anything he puts his hand on your shoulder, you flinch a little he makes this face at you.

“ I was wonderin’ if you wanna go out sometime?” You looked at him for a second just blinking “ Umm yea sure” and with that his hand moves off your shoulder putting his hands in his front pocket. Taking his right hand out he gives you a slip of paper; most likely his number.

“ Ok ill uh see you around” “ mhm yea” you guys just stand looking around for a second you speak up “ well um im gonna go-“ “ YEA MHM” “ goodnight” “ yea good night”.

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im so funny guys 🤪

Im out of writing juice but I hope you liked it!!

last miles morales work…for now!

[unspuncreature]

a few weeks ago i was briefly possessed by the spirit of writing and spat out a mishmash of concept and ficlet at @renlyslittlerose, who took it all in stride and even encouraged me to post it!

i wanted to wait until i had the bandwidth to polish it, but with my limited time and energy these days, who knows when that will be.

instead, below the cut, i’ve copied the exact original messages i sent with absolutely zero editing. i hope you enjoy my candor and typos.

here’s the obikin bath & body works au ✨🫧🧴🧼

i feel like i’ve talked my way around a bath & body works-adjacent AU without ever actually talking about it but you know what?? today is the day

anakin is a retail associate at a soaps+lotions store and obi-wan comes in looking so handsome and frazzled and confused and anakin is like. oh boy one of these. ok sir who are you buying a gift for 🙄

except he can’t get all the words about because once he’s close enough to greet the man with his normal spiel. he realizes. this is the most amazing smelling man he’s every encountered in his LIFE

so he fumbles through helping obi-wan pick out a gift basket’s worth of assorted but complementary lotions and body scrubs in a daze. hoping and praying to the powers that be that he did not just help this man build the perfect gift basket for his girlfriend or, heaven forbid, his wife. and as anakin walks him all the way to the checkout counter (usually he just points customers in that direction but anakin is LATCHED onto this man), obi-wan turns to him and squints at his name tag and says “you’ve done a lovely job, anakin. i think with your help i’ll be spared my sister’s disappointment.” and anakin’s heart SOARS while his dick threatens to publicly embarrass him because he has never heard his own name sound like THAT coming out of anyone’s mouth ever

he’s almost forward enough to ask the man’s name or even give his phone number, but balks and ends up giving him a discount card for buy one get one half off any purchase of 2 or more body care products. except the expiration date is scratched out and scribbled over hastily in anakin’s handwriting, written to now expire instead at the end of the week

obi-wan blinks but pockets it with a charming smile and thanks anakin AGAIN and anakin thinks he might just pass out at this point

the rest of the shift passes in a haze, anakin makes it home and kicks himself the entire night, barely able to sleep. he barely pays any attention in his classes the next morning, worried that even if obi-wan does return, he has no idea when anakin works and they could very possibly miss each other entirely. that is, if obi-wan even comes back

his coworkers ask him what’s wrong when he clocks in the next day, and anakin grumbles and does his best to put on something akin to a serviceably customer-friendly mask. he drags like a zombie as he resets the seasonal display in the center of the store, snapping into lucidity every time the door chimes and a customer walks in, none of them his warm and spicy, flustered and handsome nameless crush

defeated and debating whether or not to feign illness so he can just go home and languish in bed, anakin hangs up his apron and goes to clock out for his break when he hears another customer enter. he doesn’t turn around, unable to stand any further self induced disappointment. one of his coworkers covering for him on his break greets them. and anakin’s stomach drops

“i made a purchase yesterday actually and was hoping to speak to the associate who assisted me. does… is anakin working today, by chance?”

“oh… i’m so sorry, he’s on break right now, but i’d be more than happy to—“

anakin doesn’t care that he must have bruised his hip on the checkout counter with how quickly he throws his apron back on and whips around to barrel through the store at lightning speed. he can’t even be bothered to bite back the stupid smile on his face.

with all the grace and propriety of any man on a mission of true love, anakin slips in beside his coworker and pipes up over her, locking gazes with the man and relishing the way his eyes widen, then soften and crinkle with warm recognition.

“i’ve got it from here, it’s really not a problem.”

anakin doesn’t even turn to see which of his coworkers he’s just so rudely dismissed. they must leave without fuss though, because then it’s just the two of them, staring at each other over a carefully stacked pyramid of passion fruit and peony hand lotion.

“short break, then? i’d hate to be the reason you forgo your lunch.”

“i’m alright. i’m, uh. i’m not hungry.”

the man smiles knowingly and cocks his head to the side, a lock of hair falling in his face as his eyes crinkle once again, just the faintest hint of age.

anakin thinks he might die. he smells even better than he remembers. it’s like nothing he’s ever smelled before. certainly nothing they sell here, at least. it can’t be cologne, right? jeez. maybe this is how all those ridiculous hallmark movie leads feel when they lock eyes with their favorite generic brown-haired man of the hour. anakin wants to fall into this man’s thick, sweater-clad arms. he wants to wedge his face in the crook of his neck and nuzzle his beard that looks oh-so-soft and inhale him. he wants to get down on one knee and ask if he—

“… can get your help with something?”

oh. right. anakin desperately hopes the flush he can feel crawling hot up his neck isn’t as visible as it feels.

“y-yeah, of course. sorry. what can i do for you?”

tl;dr because i promised myself i’d start my day at 9:50 and it’s now 9:56 BUT

obi-wan coyly asks anakin to help him find products for *himself* and anakin is like. um no offense but are you insane. you smell amazing already. and obi-wan is like 👀 and anakin is like NOT that i was smelling you because i WASNT hahahh that would be SO weird i just. there was a strong breeze. and. man that cologne you’re wearing sure is strong. plus i have a sensitive nose yknow. for example, i can smell that uhhh…… and obi-wan is like. i’m… not wearing any cologne. and anakin is like 😵‍💫

anakin helps him make his purchase just as dazed as he was yesterday. rings him up himself to make sure he gets his special anakin only discount. and then he finally gets obi-wan’s name.

obi-wan asks if he’s free after work. anakin says yes and also he’s free every afternoon for the rest of his life. in case something comes up and obi-wan needs a rain check. or something. obi-wan laughs and says today is just fine.

obi-wan picks him up and they go home and put obi-wan’s brand new body oil to excellent use 😌 the end

[napsaps-archive]

Hehehe just for you Ill give you a happy ending to this story :3 enjoy!

Its a few years after that faithful class and a few months after you graduate. But no matter how hard you try, you couldnt get that southern beauty out of your head. You tried your luck when applying for other classes, but your schedule never seemed to line up. Asking around didnt really help either, she didnt live on campus and wasnt particularly close to the people you hang out. Whatever, it wasnt a big deal! Its not like she haunts your daydreams when you should be paying attention in class and back in your room while youre sleeping. Its ok, really.

Anyways, you had the most exhausting week youve had since graduating, so you decided to treat yourself to your favorite coffee shop/bookstore. Its been awhile since youve been there. Putting on your most comfortable but still cute outfit, you head out of your apartment and set out.

Once you arrived, you got hit with the bitter coffee smell and the soothing jazz playing on the speakers. Its wasnt terribly busy, but there was still a decent line for the register. So much for an easy day. You sighed and made your way to the back of the line. You couldnt see who was manning the register but you could tell it was definitely someone newer cause usually it goes a little faster with seasoned workers. No big deal tho, you'll be sure to tip them a little extra for having to deal with customers all day.Slowly but surely, you made your way up to the register counter. You already had your order in mind, so there was no need to look up at the menu. So that left you being face to face with the cashier. Who had a...familiar face. You couldnt pin out how and where, but she looked so familiar. Gorgeous brown hair pulled back behind her cap, beautiful light green eyes, full lips that had a shine from gloss, and perfect manicured nails on top of her tablet. All in all, one of the most beautiful girls youve ever seen. But where have you seen her?

"What can I get started for you, sweetheart?"

Just from hearing her voice, all of it came rushing back to you. The biology class, being paired up and initially dreading it, fearing she would be another case of dropping all the work into you while still getting credit, actually turning out to be one of the nicest people you ever met. The girl that plagued your mind for months even after the class ended. The one you were too nervous to talk to and regretted that you missed your chance. Now shes here standing not even a foot away from you.

"Uh..you on, doll? Youre holding up the line."

Quickly breaking out of your thoughts and yelping out your order, you handed her some cash and sped walked to a empty table before groaning into your hands. Of course you had to embarrass yourself in front of her and the entire shop. Goddammit, why cant things go your way?

Eventually, your name was called from the front and you stood up to grab your cup. You took a sip and, wow. It was perfect, exactly how you liked it. Kudos to whoever made it. Lowering your cup, you noticed more writing next to your name. Confused, you turned the cup around to read what it said.

'I thought I remembered you from somewhere! LTNS cutie! Maybe we can catch up sometime? ;) xxx-xxx-xxxx'

Your cheeks burned up as you looked over at the workers counter. The two of you made eye contact and she gave you a quick wink before moving on to help her customer. Butterflies fluttered in your chest and your cheeks burned hotter. But before you could forget, you made sure to add the number to your contacts list for later.

Maybe some good came out of all this after all.

immgoinggsto theoww up shes everything to me

[stoptellinglieslois]

Love fair Act 2

I think this fic will mostly be Dick's pov.

Clark Kent x Dick Grayson Pairing

As the days and months go by I start to gain muscle mass my veins are starting to form, Eyeballs and my heart is reforming again I lay here as my body is reviving itself back to the undead state it is a dark marvel to see.

As I sit here my vision blurred but I could see the male again he is wearing a spectacle on his face and has raven black hair in a room with that cold woman.

"God Lois I want to take you to the football game on friday night, I just think that we could you know hang out together.. I mean we don." He is cut off swiftly from the woman. "No Clark you keep asking me to go out with you I am going with Charles." As she writes a stack of paper on her desk.

The energy around her is dark and a cold breeze is always around her every time the opportunity is presented in front of me it never sits well being around Lois I don't want him to be around her. "Lois I keep asking you because I want you to give me a shot." From what I gather he has feelings for her which this is ill-advised. "Clark your just not my thing farm boy ok I am pretty sure you could find someone your own level." She is a reptile to hurt him like this to strike his heart with a dagger and twist it as she shot him down with arrows.

I would make her pay for that.

Clark sat on his desk as others walked in and out of the room he was wounded and crushed his spirit and his soul. I would take care of it I felt every pain every carved out emotion that was now hurt and exposed falling out on his heart broken hurt lay on the desk.

I looked less like a skeleton and more formed I could move my toes and digits, Drinking more blood from animals was making me stronger day by day.

I know this is not my fishermen but he looks exactly like him it was like he leaped through time and found himself here. He got up and walked out it was like I was in the room with him I walked out with him and blew the papers off of her desk. "No my god why me." She yelled as others came to her rescue in picking up the papers off the floor.

I decided to reply to her. {Not god but I WOULD NEVER PICK YOU.} I demanded her attention and she froze like a frightened animal, That made me happy to see her freezing like prey scared and alert and that's how I would keep her on her toes.

I would spend my days connecting with Clark Kent he was a sweet man a bit bookish it's endearing he is nothing like the fisherman as I have more of a chance to observe him.

But that woman is evil and wicked every time he would be near her it was tragic to watch. I am one of the dark ones no matter what or how I see it or explain it but this woman is truly wicked in her there's true evil.

And my Clark is in love with her and it is not what I want and something has to be done about it, And I refuse to let him be struck down by this woman each time every day he spends moaning over her every day I get more and more motivate to spirit him away from this woman.

I did what I always did many centuries before I would send him my love, But how would I do that not that I can't do it I could do multiple things without even doing anything that's not the problem it's just that this centuries I have know idea what to do.

I would have to think about that sooner than later I knew magic quite well if I can mix magic and telepathy and hypnosis I could get a lot accomplished.

As I watched Clark and the class room read out loud each child seemed unemotional with no investment in what they were reading, I looked at one of the youth who seemed to like what he was reading.

Clark looks around and he picks youth who are too invested in their looks and would rather be doing naughty things then to get stuck here reading, I went closer to a young man that enjoyed what he was reading, I got behind his desk and I used some charm on the youth.

Clark looked around and he looked right where the youth was my spirit is standing behind, "Conner please read out loud." I made the boy rise up off his seat I possessed him fully heart body and soul book in hand. "Fold your arms around me close and strain me so that our hearts may break and our souls go free at last." I made him read it passionately with the feelings that our bottle up inside of me for longer than I could ever remember I made the youth read it as if I was in the room with Clark.

Clark blushed it was so lovely of a flush of rose on his cheeks as he watched the youth, The raven that came a few months before presented himself by the window again.

"Caw Caw caw." He exclaimed the children mostly were startled by it, Clark shoeing him away but he stayed there and fell silent knowing not to make a sound for not to be chased out. "That was very good Conner did you read the book." Clark asked taken by Conner's method of reading. "No I didn't I am not sure what's going on." The other youths laughed at him I didn't like it so the raven flew in the class room someone forgot to close the window I suppose.

It made his point in flying mad in the class room the raven laughed at the youth and flew away as Clark chased after him, I didn't have vocal cords yet but this would make me laugh.

I loved to do things in the past like this even if it was not becoming of me oh well. I was able to stay in this reality much longer now I would dream at times but they would be only about the past.

I was spirited away from Clark and his class room and wandered around the area that was my temporary resting place, All I saw was cornfields and fields that went for miles emerald green lands and beautiful country side.

I kept exploring and saw a flower shop that had lovely roses and lilies. I loved the lilies. The shop had an array of them but the dark plum red looking ones are beautiful they are called night rider lilies.

I made the shop keeper arrange a bouquet and he added a baby breath plant they are small little white flowers to go with the bouquet, He wrapped it up in a black velvet type of paper and walked out the shop.

I made the shop keeper do all of this without me being physically there, It was a big feat which means I am able to control humans now.

Good the shop keeper made its way to the school and found Clark and put the bouquet on the desk, The other teachers were surprised. "Who's your secret admire Clark." A woman with red hair who came close to his desk had a beautiful and sincere smile as she saw the flowers on Clark's desk. "I have no idea who did all of this." Clark is completely floored by this I could tell this man was never loved truly always pushed aside not being praised I would fix that.

"Well however given these flowers to you is quite morbid it's all dark and that velvet wrapping.." The red haired woman cut off that witch faster then her broomstick can take off.

"Has Charles ever given you flowers Lois I never saw him once tried nor even attempted to give you anything except an infection." However this woman is I give her ten points of dismantling this woman.

"He didn't give me an infection he gave me covid."

"That's still an infection Lane." The red hair countered and the wicked lady fell silent and filed some papers.

The red hair praised Clark and they both asked about who could it be as they list names, The other just sat there in her own foolish defeat as she said nothing the whole evening only listening to how lovely this all was.

End of act 2 on to act 3

Thank you for reading

[maxe-murderer]

Saw your tags on the post about kids not being computer literate and you saying that kids just don't know how to do something new and I'm a high school music teacher and that is so unbelievably true.

I'll have 30+ kids in a room and each will wait until I'm standing next to them to do anything. They get bored easily and don't know how to just play around, they need their hand held constantly. It makes it so so difficult to teach when I'm constantly running around and each kid wants me to only pay attention to them!

I've tried to show them how to compose and give them instructions and they're still so lost all the time. They all just seem kind of dead inside, not really caring what happens around them.

I don't mean to insult these kids, more just say that I totally understand what you're saying. Everyone is seeing it now. Most kids were never taught to care it seems, they just passively move through their own lives. And then they tell me that they're bored and I'm pointing to all the options they have of things to explore and learn and they just never want to try any of it. It's so so frustrating.

its absolutely insane how much kids seemingly just cant care. ill stand by the statement that last years high school seniors were the last class where the vast majority made it out of covid online school mostly ok. high school seniors rn missed freshman year and the rest missed a year of middle school which we're seeing very obviously affecting everything abt them rn. a lot of kids straight up don't know what a passing period is, social skills have been super stunted cause they were spending middle school isolated and on tiktok, and yeah, no one knows how to care.

cause theyve not rlly been given a reason to, you know? they were thrown into what easily felt like to end of the world when they were too young to do anything abt it and too young to properly understand it. all while they don't get the routine of going to school, they cant do the extracurriculars they like, they're not allowed to hang out with their friends. Some of the most important years for a lot of development were spent being told nothing but all the horrible things going on in the world. "if everything is this awful and there's nothing (I'm able) to do about it why does any of this matter" sorta thing.

and they dont have the skills needed to deal with that. then they also don't have a lot of the skills needed to be a functional student so they're struggling there too - not necessarily with their grades, but I think you know what I mean. freshman year is when you learn to be a high schooler in both the academic/going between classes sense and in the social sense and middle school is when you learn to be like, a person. without that you get a bunch of high schoolers acting like middle or even elementary schoolers with a high schooler's knowledge of everything that's awful and they still don't have the ability to do anything abt it.

they dont see a reason to care and they don't know how to just try things cause they didn't have the space to just try things for a while. online they were given their assignments and that was it. extracurriculars that continued online didn't help either - like, online theater was so focused on "can we get this done" that there wasn't a whole lot of space for the actors to try and properly act beyond say the words and putting a little bit of something into it - and a lot of those extracurriculars that did continue online couldn't always include all of the kids who would be a part of them normally - again, theater, you couldn't have any kids doing tech beyond maybe an AD and/or SM. like shit dude, if I was in their position id feel fucked!

and its definitely easier to notice with younger kids. they have a worse version of the stunted social skills. the only way I can describe it is that these kids are spoiled. not necessarily spoiled in the traditional sense but for a while their world consisted of online school, most likely being put in front of an iPad cause their parents had to work or take care of the house or were just too tired themselves (and some were just bad parents, and oh boy can you tell when a kid is an iPad iPad kid), and then being the only or one of the only things for their parents to pay attention to. If they have siblings its still only a few ppl to split attention between and if the sibling(s) is older then they could have still gotten the majority of the attention, and if they're an only child then they were seemingly the center of the world for a while to them.

so a lot of them dont know how to share attention and they don't know how to not be told exactly what to do. they don't know how to have fun if they're not told how to (unless its like, roblox, not even Minecraft a lot of them don't know how to play Minecraft!) working summer camp, I had so much trouble getting kids to be engaged in stuff that they liked. the kids who signed up for theater classes cause they like theater barely wanted to do theater. the only classes I didn't struggle to get them engaged with was the art classes that everyone wanted to sign up for, photography (it was mostly older kids and more importantly I think, using ipads), and oddly enough the asl class (I think because that one was so specific compared to the other classes that it rlly was only kids who were interested, and I think kids find sign language cool in general. like "wow I can talk with my hands!" or "oh cool we heard abt this in that one book we read!" sorta thing).

im sure you know this, and idk how coherent this ramble is. ive just been thinking abt this for a while cause of just how insane it is to me. cause from what I've seen these kids arent rlly learning all those skills they missed out on. they're just gone.

[professionalwhining]

On Pain.

“We remember our bodies in pain or worry about the threat of pain. we remember them in illness or the idea of illness. We fear the fragility of our homes. Whenever pain has passed, if it has passed, we marvel at its strength. But mostly, we ignore the body in all its constancy. As partners, we are hugely disloyal….” -Yrsa Daley-Ward

Whenever I’m in pain I remember what John Green famously wrote: “That’s the thing about pain, it demands to be felt”

Physical pain has been my faithful companion since a young age. I grew up, as you would when you have high function anxiety, doing all kinds of sports. I played tennis when I was little and then eventually started running. There was a time when I was sort of good, so my parents paid for this really high-end facility so I could train with professionals (in hindsight, I wonder how we even afford that? The things parents do for their kids are unreal). There, I experienced pain for the first time. It wasn’t only that I was pushed beyond my limits but the demands and stress it put on my body were enough for me to complain every day about my knees, my neck, my feet, and even my back (that was only the starter for what was to come). I think that when you do sports from a young age, you sort of normalize pain. I mean, it is painful to run for two hours straight. And yeah, of course, you learn about discipline and endurance, you learn a lot about yourself as well. But being in pain is a very uncomfortable place to be. So imagine thinking that this. is. normal. An ok state to be in.

The last couple of years though, I’ve had quite a different experience with it. Because, before, this pain was something I could live with. I mean, I could pretend that it just wasn’t there and just live my life. But later, it became disabling. I couldn’t go to work because I couldn’t move freely in my own body. I felt literally, and metaphorically, paralyzed. I went home and discovered that I had a herniated disk in my back and a weird neck, which explained a lot but not everything. According to specialists (from different backgrounds), I’m actually in a lot of pain mentally. men. ta. lly, which causes my body to be in constant tension and alertness. Ready to strike. In retrospect, I’ve always had this fierceness about me, like a warrior, always ready to fight. it took me some time to realize that the danger was coming from within. Now I understand why I shed a tear in a class when a teacher said ” No tension, only attention.”

Today, as I understand that my body is constantly reminding me that something is wrong, I am able to find ways in which to attend to the real wound, the cause of all this physical pain. Now, I understand that, when I am not paying attention, when I am not taking care of my inner life, this body of mine tries to kindly let me know by going off.

My neck and back have been the worst of my suffering because, quite like my dear friend Atlas, I’ve been trying to carry the world on my shoulders. Turns out, this imaginary world, does not need to be carried anywhere. it’s fine as it is. it is time for me, and you as well if you are in any kind of pain, to imagine a new way of living. Make up a new world of my own.

I learned something very valuable from being in constant pain. it can be profoundly grounding. Pain reminds us that we are going to die. But that, as Yrsa Daley-Ward reminded us, is the only death that we will not survive.

so what if we live a little before that?

xo

[gay11aliens]

CW ABUSE MIGHT BE TRIGGERING

k it has two, if you couldn’t tell I really want to tell the internet about my insane family (and less insane) for many reasons so here we go!

m side of the family: aunt S, aunt J, grandma, grandfather, uncle M, Uncle C, younger cousins, older cousins (both consist of one pair of siblings, yc has two brothers oc has sister and brother)

Ok so we are going to start with the longest, aunt S.

Aunt S has sort of diagnosed bpd (borderline personality disorder) and formally diagnosed anxiety and depression. She has been in competition with her niece, my cousin A (from oc) since pretty much she was born. An adult in competition with a child with no clue what’s going on. What are they “competing” for? My grandfather for some reason. Anyways she would bully cA for not knowing stuff like how to divide when she was like 7 and try to drag my grandfathers attention to her instead of his granddaughter. She also tried to live with my aunt J and ocs and ended up having a mental breakdown screaming at my cousin A and getting kicked out of the house. (Again, cA was like 7 or 8) another time she was complaining to my mother about how she was overseas and in some sort of class where she was SURE the teacher was being racist because instead of paying attention to my white aunt, she was working with a black person. When my mother pointed out that isn’t how racism works, she flipped out and went as far as to adopt a black child to prove how she herself wasn’t racist, even though she was never accused of it. And so becomes my cousin E (my favorite relative) I think demonizing anyone with a personality disorder is wrong, but she refuses to get help or work on herself, despite now having two little kids and a husband :/. So this isn’t about her mental illness itself, but mostly her insane behaviors she refuses to keep in check. She also once tried to overdose, and obviously the family was worried about her, but when Christmas came, she wrote a whole Christmas newsletter about herself and dedicated a whole paragraph about how she tried to unalive herself and how she now has a therapist which feels a bit dark to say on Christmas. She also had another kid (not adopted) who is cousin P.

aunt J-as an adult she’s pretty mature

uncle C-anxiety but mature

uncle M-mature a bit odd keeps aunt S in check..kind of

cousin A-depression, good person nothing messed up abt her

cousin D-epilepsy has recently had really bad fits. Hope he’s ok, haven’t heard much. Cousin E and P-they good :)

grandmother and grandfather-when raising their kids they were a bit abusive when they were young and my grandmas passive aggressive and they had traumatic childhoods but pretty good. (My grandfather may be autistic)

D side-oh this is the worst part. Also I do not see this people as my family but to make it less confusing and not give out names, I’ll use family names. Aunts (idk their names or much about them), grandmother, grandfather, cousins (no idea who they are) uncles (also no idea) as you can tell we have been out of contact for years.

aunts-stole my fathers stuff well into his adulthood had traumatic childhoods and some sort of hierarchy with their mother and internet stalk us

grandfather-dead. Suffered domestic abuse from my grandmother, hit his kids, abusive but loving (???)

cousins-inter generational trauma :DD

uncles-idk either horrible or unhappy. Usually both.

grandmother-best for last! This woman is currently at the top of the inter generational trauma chain right now. She was abusive on a whole other level. Was emotionally verbally and physically abusive to her children and husband. Threatened her husband with a knife, threw dishes at my parents while screaming at them, stole her kids clothes, hit them with a metal hairbrush until they were bleeding, lied to her husband about the kids misbehaving so that he would hit them, and it took him years to find out they were innocent, in which he was livid at his wife, she neglected my dad most, which actually resulted in probably the least trauma, called me and my sibling bitches when we were babies, told us our dad was going to leave us, right before my dad got married she and a few of her daughters wrote him a letter yelling at him about how he shouldn’t get married and he should be so ashamed, which was apparently so bad my parents had to throw it away before my dad read it, internet stalked us (in which if she or someone else finds this post, very politely back the fuck off please? And if you think this is a post about you, it is almost certainly not 😁) and a lot more but I don’t think I need to tell you. Um. This side of the family is most fucked up. But both sides have a lot of trauma that they project, and unfortunately still.

no tags I don’t want them to find this.

If this post gets one like I’ll tell you all the messed up (true) shit about my relatives!!

[isisisak]

Soooo :D after you all requested it (about 3 ppl did - but just let me exaggerate in peace) here is part 3 of Isak and Even doing trust excercises <3  it starts up right where part 2 ended so if you want to read those first: Part 1 / Part 2 

When they stepped back from each other Isak looked over to Magnus and Vilde. Vilde had a frown on her face that changed into a too bright smile when she caught his gaze. Magnus looked a bit deflated when he saw how close Isak and Even had been. The other two had stopped close in front of each other when both decided this was as close as was comfortable, but there was still a hand length between their bodies.

They had been pretty happy with themselves (especially when most of the other couples had stopped a meter or further away from each other) until their eyes landed on Isak and Even. Who were obviously trying to morph into each other to be closer, toes stacked, noses pressed against each other, touching from chests to knees.

Even shot Mags an encouraging smile as the woman – maybe Lille? – announced the next test.

“Everyone, take one of these scarfs,” she said as she went around and handed each couple one of the colorful fabrics.

“I want the light blue one,” Even stage whispered to Isak who rolled his eyes with pure fondness. “You’re a child, Even.” But nevertheless he hurried over to where the women was and plucked the light blue one from her arm (this got him a rewarding cheek kiss).

“Blindfold your partner and take your place behind them,” came the instruction. Even raised his brows at Isak and grinned.

“So, nothing new there,” he said as he turned his back to Isak who snorted at his words.

Magnus gave a high pitched “What?” at that which got ignored by the other three.

The next exercise was to guide your partner just with your voice through an obstacle course that the woman – Laura? God, he knew it had been something with L – placed on the ground in front of them.

While the woman talked on about how important it was to completely trust your partner for this Isak rested his hands on Even’s hips and his chin on Even’s shoulder. Even leaned into him a bit and tugged on one of Isak’s hands. He understood the gesture and wrapped his arms around Even’s middle. When it was time to start Isak placed a quick kiss to the shoulder his chin had been resting on and untangled his arms from around him.

“Ok, go one step forward. For the record, we are talking about normal human-sized steps.” Even laughed and took a relatively moderate step forward.

“Don’t do any of your long spider steps.” This got Isak an offended scoff.

“Spider legs? Really, babe? I call you adorable animal names all the time and I get spider?” Even shook his head which made the blue tail of the blindfold bounce. Isak grinned.

“Lift your leg a bit - I’m sorry I forgot for a second that spiders are a delicate subject when it comes to you (*) – forward and then to your right.” Even grinned. Isak could only see the back of his swoopy blonde head but he just knew that he grinned.

“And anyway – now crouch down a bit, yeah like that, and now one step to your left and forward – you call me monkey. What is adorable about monkeys. They smell,” Isak continued. Guiding Even through that little ‘parcour’ was more than easy and didn’t stop them from keeping up their banter.

“What! I call you baby monkey which is the most adorable nickname anyone has ever come up with.” Isak’s grin at his boyfriend’s dramatics got bigger as he asked “Are you saying you are the master of nicknames?”

Even laughed and he saw the back of his head nod. “I’m saying that.”

Isak only let out an amused “Hmm” before Even continued with “I won’t argue the smelling part, because…” Even let his voice trail off and Isak laughed (loudly, which had Vilde startle next to him and send him a scolding look).

“Fuck you, Even. I kinda want to make you trip now,” he teased, the smile clearly audible in his voice.

“But you won’t,” Even replied. It wasn’t a question and was said with a warm certainty which made Isak want to cross the distance and get his arms back around his boy.

“Nei. I won’t.” He agreed.

Then it was Isak’s turn to be blindfolded and guided. in the process of getting the scarf over his eyes Even kept giving him cheek kisses and nuzzled his nose into his jaw. But it was ok because even though they kept talking and Even was taking his sweet time getting Isak ready for his round they were still faster than the others. -- Vilde had cast Isak an annoyed look after they discussed the nicknames and told him “I call Magnus lion! Because of his huge-“ which was thankfully interrupted by Magnus crashing over one of the obstacles in front of him, since his guide had not been paying attention to him.

“Now, trust is important in a relationship, but for it to be healthy you also need communication.” The woman was collecting the blindfolds again as she began the new instructions.

The women all made wiping gestures that Isak assumed were meant to make sure their makeup was intact. He himself blinked a few times, the room bright after having his eyes closed for a while.

“Communication doesn’t just happen verbally, but also silent.” Isak scrunched his face up at that and threw a huh look at Even, who nodded as if he totally agreed and Isak should listen. Tsss, smartass.

“So, all of you sit down in front of your partner. Don’t touch, don’t talk, but sit as close as you’d like. And then you look each other in your eyes. You will do this for two minutes,” she said and gestured to a clock that hung over the door of the living room they were in.

There was commotion as everyone took their seat. Isak and Even sat in front of each other, legs crossed. This time it was Isak who raised his brows which was answered by a teasing smile on Even’s full lips. Isak’s gaze dropped down.

“Hey, eyes up here,” Even said with a shake of his head, pointing to his eyes and Isak let out a “pfff” with a roll of his eyes. They grinned at each other again.

“Everyone ready? Good. While you look each other in the eyes, try to communicate to your partner what they mean to you. Communicate with your eyes.” The exercise (if you can call sitting on the floor and doing nothing an exercise) started and silence stretched through the room.

At first they both kept their teasing looks and smiles on their faces, both making fun of the idea to communicating through their eyes. But after a few moments something shifted. Communicate to your partner what they mean to you. Isak looked at Even’s clear sparkly blue eyes and something in him melted. What Even meant to him? He meant the world. All his dorky little quirks, the embarrassing songs he serenaded Isak with, the old and cheesy movies he made Isak watch and about which he could hold a passionate speech for hours, all the times Isak had woken up from a bad dream or couldn’t fall asleep and Even had been there. Had held his hand and stroked his back and combed those lovely fingers through his hair. All the post-it notes he found everywhere in his school books with little drawings on them of the two of them or Isak with Jonas or Isak with Sana or Isak with Even’s parents. All the times Even had made him feel like he was the most precious and perfect person to walk the earth. All of it, all of Even meant the world.

Isak saw how Even’s eyes grew soft and loving and he felt a million sparks go off in his stomach. His head felt fuzzy with the idea that Even was thinking the same stuff about him right now. That Even loved him just as much as he did him. Isak placed his hands that were laying on his knees on the ground beside him and pushed himself forward, closer to Even.

Their knees knocked gently against each other and Even’s eyes got smaller when his mouth widened into a fond smile. His teeth showing which normally made Isak’s eyes zip down to the lips of his boy, but right now their stare was too intense to break. Even leaned forward unconsciously which brought them even closer.

The proximity was so small that Isak felt himself go a bit cross eyed, but he didn’t want to lean back. It was all he could do not to climb into Even’s lab and wrap his arms and legs around him. He knew Even would chuckle warmly at him and bring his own arms around his back. He’d whisper “See, you’re my baby monkey” with his deep voice, only meant to be heard by Isak, and...

BRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR they both jumped when the alarm of Lisle-or-what-ever went off.

“Woah,” Isak let out, sounding as breathless as he felt. He heard Even breath out a laugh as he closed the distance between them by leaning forward, giving Isak a gentle kiss.

“Yeah,” Even agreed and he sounded just as breathless as Isak.

“That was awkward, huh?” Magnus said loudly beside them, gaining him a relieved chuckle from the rest of the room. Isak and Even both smiled in his direction but after that exchanged a look. That wasn’t awkward. That was intense.

“Good. Everyone stay seated. Now that you told your partner non-verbally what you think of them, it’s time to use words!”

Even made a small gasp as if he had been waiting for that forever and Isak could just barely cover up his laugh with a cough. Slapping his back Even looked more than satisfied of himself for making him laugh. Isak couldn’t help but adore this idiot.

“Tell your partner three things you love about them. Three characteristics that made you fall for them or made you love them even more.” The woman rolled up and down on her feet as she said this, clearly the most excited about all of this from the entire room.

“I can’t name just three things.” Even complained, putting both his hands on each of Isak’s knees. Isak rolled his eyes.

“It’s not your cheesiness, that’s for sure.”

Even leaned back and put one of his hands on his chest, offended. “Excuse me, you told me I am the man of your life and I’m the cheesy one?”

“That was more than half a year ago.” Isak protested and went to grab the hand on Even’s chest, placing it back on his knee, leaving his own over it.

“Oh, so that has changed?” Even asked, brows high. Isak shrugged, pursing his lips to keep from smiling. “Maybe.”

“Is it too late to switch partners?” Even asked and pretended to look around the room. Isak giggled and tugged on the hand he still held. “Nei. You are the best thing in my life, Evi.”

Even looked back at him, a mix of wonder and fondness in his eyes, as if he was a bit taken by surprise by Isak switching from their banter to this.

“Three things.” Isak said to divert the attention from himself, his cheeks a bit pinker than before. “Go.”

Even grinned but nodded after a second longer of intensely looking at him.

“Hmmm. I love your loyalty,” Even said and counted it off with his fingers of the hand Isak wasn’t holding in a firm grip. “Your patience. Aaaand” his eyes growing teasing again, “your squishy nose.”

Isak looked at him startled for a second, still very much occupied with his faltering heart at the first two statements, before he threw his free hand up. He sputtered out a laugh and shook his head, huge grin betraying his outrage.

“Hva faen, Even?” He asked, which got him an innocent look.

“You are meant to point out characteristic. And don’t call it squishy. Eskild does that.”

Even shook his head, gesturing Isak to stop, “Eskild got that from me. I said it first.”

“You said it first.” Isak's voice was disbelieving.

“Ja.” Even shrugged with a proud smile on his face, as if he expected praise.

“I repeat: hva faen, Even.”

“What? I love your nose! Remember when I told you it was my favourite part of you?” (*) he said an and reached up to Isak’s face – or rather, to his nose – and stroked over his nose with his thumb. “It’s the softest! And just so bendy. It’s perfect,” he finished his explanation, not putting his hand down but continued to press into Isak’s nose.

“You’re ridiculous,” Isak said, sounding more nasal than usual, but leaned a bit into the touch. His boyfriend was officially the strangest person he knew – he loved it.

“It’s still against the rules to name a physical attribute,” Isak protested which made Even roll his eyes for once.

“Pfff. Oh physical attribute. Mr. big words. Ok, you can name two characteristics and one physical attribute, too.”

Isak nodded his ok, Even’s hand finally stopped to squish the nose and slid to Isak’s neck instead.

“Ok,” Isak started, “so, I love your hands,” he said and held one finger up to signalize one.

“And second-“

“My hands?” Even grinned widely, his eyes almost vanishing from the force of it. He lifted the hand that was on Isak’s neck and wiggled his fingers.

“This hand?” Isak rolled his eyes and grabbed for it, entwining their fingers of both hands.

“Both of them, yes.”

Even’s smile grew soft and he leaned forward a bit but not crossing the distance, which left Isak to initiate a kiss (which he did, of course). So, after two (or five) pecks Isak continued, “Your positivity and your strength.”

Even’s face sobered a bit at that and Isak saw him swallow and then, to his surprise, there was a slight blush on Even’s cheeks.

Even was barely ever shy or blushy and when it happened it made something primal bloom in Isak. He wanted to just throw Even over his shoulder and lock them into their bedroom for the rest of the week.

Isak squeezed Even’s hands and leaned forward again, nuzzling his nose over the pink tinged cheeks of his boy.

“You’re cute.” Isak murmured against Even’s skin and closed his eyes when he places tiny kisses from one cheek over Even’s lips to the other cheek.

 Some time later that day:

They were at a party, Isak and Even sitting on a wide couch with Jonas. Mahdi and Magnus sitting on the little couch table in front of them.

“You two seem even more cozy than usual,” Mahdi noted, handing the joint over to Magnus.

Isak looked to Even at Mahdi’s comment and couldn’t help the lovey-dovey smile that took over his face. They were not only sitting close, but almost half of Isak’s back was pressed against Even’s chest, hand on Even’s leg.

Even had his arm around Isak’s shoulder and his hand lay flat against Isak’s stomach.

Even mirrored his fond expression and leaned in, placing a soft kiss to the tip of Isak’s nose. Isak’s eyes drooped shut at this.

In the back of his head he registered Magnus telling (complaining to) Jonas and Mahdi all about the trust seminar, but Isak’s focus was pulled back to Even when the hand on his stomach began to gently stroke over it. Isak hummed his contentment and melted further into Even.

[scarletcomet]

very small chance i did ok on the chem lab final i just took and i don't even know if i was getting a passing grade before that because they hadn't put most the grades in the grade book. idk what I'm going to do if i don't pass, which is looking pretty likely at this point

[with-love-from-hell]

The Brothers Taking Care of a Sick MC

Request by @theorriginalolivejar

“... Sick reader bc FOR THE LOVE OF GOD STOP MAKING ASMO SQUEAMISH AROUND SICK MC *ahem* no hate to the headcanons but I personally don't like them bc it makes Asmo feel shallow. ”

Thank you for another great request!  I agree with your point that the squeamishness makes Asmo feel a bit shallow and I HC that he doesn’t like it when his brothers or himself are sick, but he drops all of that when it’s MC. I am going to do this one in the form of head cannons for how each of the brothers would react to MC being ill rather than just Asmo, but I will pay special attention to him!  (Read under the cut).

Genre:  comfort, fluff

Mc characteristics: Gender neutral (they/them pronouns), Very ill

WC: ~2k

Cw: vomit, swearing, nudity and shower/bathing scenes. 

Asmodeus

Asmo was coming to your room to wake you up for your scheduled hair appointment with him (Obviously you couldn’t be late for that!) 

He knocked on your door politely and waited for an answer. 

When you didn’t respond he decided to just come right on in!

“Aw, Mc. You look so peaceful lying there, but we are gonna be late!”

He got nervous when you didn’t respond to him...usually when he barged into your room you were up immediately to scold him, and he was talking rather loudly. 

He approached you and tried gently shaking you awake, still not getting a response.

Okay NOW he’s full-blown freaking out. 

He will pace around in a frenzy at first before he calms down enough to assess the situation. 

He approaches you again and places a hand on your forehead. 

Oh dear...you are completely broiling. 

He will immediately run to the kitchen to get some water and a cold towel and call Solomon to bring over some medicine that will help heal you. 

When he comes back you’re not in your bed though

Fuck where could you have gone?!

Cue violent vomiting from the bathroom. 

Ah. Well, at least you’re awake...

He will come to your side in an instant and rub your back while you continue throwing up. 

Once you’re done, he will help you back into bed and do what he can to make you comfortable, or even draw you a bath if you request it. 

Expect gentle cuddles, back rubs, soft speaking about how wonderful you are, and a wonderfully comfortable atmosphere (filled with music, soothing scents that wont upset your senses, and mood lighting)

He will absolutely refuse to leave your side unless he is using the bathroom or grabbing you something that you need, even when Lucifer scolds him to get to class. 

He will even clean up your room/bathroom for you so you don’t have to deal with it once you do start feeling better. 

He will also leave you some self-care products (lotions, scrubs, face masks, etc) for the days following your sickness so you can get back to your glowing, radiant self. 

He checks in on you more now, and is way more attentive to when you are feeling crummy. He will not let you get this sick again if he can help it- but he supposed it did give him a good excuse to pamper you...

Beelzebub

He was rummaging through the kitchen after practice, but wasn’t finding anything particularly satiating to his hunger. 

He remembered you had a shoebox of goodies under your bed from your last visit to the human world and figured he could just pay you back later. 

He especially hoped you had those little cherry-liquor filled chocolates like the last time he snuck some food from your stash. 

But he is shocked when he enters your room and you are in bed. Didn’t you have plans to go to dinner with Diavolo and the other exchange students tonight? 

He is embarrassed by his attempts at stealing your food and turns to leave but stops when you groan- seemingly in pain. 

Oof this boy is at your side in an instant. 

“Mc, are you ok!? Are you hurt?!” 

Concerned Beelie mode activated. 

Once he finds out you are ill, he will get you anything you need, completely ignoring his own hunger in favor of caring for you. 

Will make you some nice chicken and ginger broth and help feed you. 

Will also carry you to the bathroom when you feel like throwing up and do whatever you need him to while you are vomiting. 

You may be able to convince him to help you into the bath, but he may be very nervous about helping you disrobe. 

He will quite literally never leave your side until he is convinced you are feeling better- and even then he will be much more protective and attentive to your needs. 

He can’t have his favorite human feeling so deathly sick ever again. 

Mammon

Does it really matter why he was barging into your room???

He just wanted to spend time with ya! That should be reason enough!

But then he doesn’t see you in bed and he gets worried. 

Its Saturday- its not like you have school. Did one of his brothers get to steal your time first? Ugh of course they did. They’re always tryn’ta steal your time away from your first man!

Then he hears you violently heaving in the bathroom and the color drains from his face.

He will barge on in there with no regard for your privacy because of how worried he is. 

When he sees you vomiting, he will be by your side in an instant, rubbing your back and holding your hair out of your face. 

He will offer to shower with you, but refuse to even look at you while doing so because he cant possibly stand the notion of seeing you naked. 

He’d probably explode if his gaze lingered too long tbh

He would try to help you get dressed after but that wouldn’t go so well for the same reasons. 

He would be the best at giving snuggles though. 

He absolutely would refuse to leave your side for any reason, bribing Beel with food instead to get you things you needed. 

Would probably put on a movie or tv show to try to distract you from your sickness, but he doesn’t know what else to really do beyond that. 

He’s doin’ his best, ok?!

Satan

You were supposed to meet him in the library after classes to talk about a book you had recently started reading

It was one of his favorites and he had been excited to discuss your thoughts on it.

Well, you didn’t show up.

He. Is. PISSED. 

He wasn’t pissed at you per say- he probably figured one of his other brothers stole your attention away and resulted in you forgetting...but he was still upset he didn’t get to spend time with you. 

He walks straight to your room in a huff and pounds on the door, demanding to know why you left him hanging.

(He didn’t even know if you were there, but he hoped you were so he didn’t have to go searching everywhere for you). 

Fortunately, you were there!

Unfortunately, you answered the door and Satan saw how deathly ill you looked. 

Your eyes was sunken and the color was completely drained from your face. Your eyes were half-lidded in fatigue and your body was trembling.

He doesn’t feel upset that you bailed on him anymore. He is now in full concerned mom mode.

Satan immediately swoops you into his arms bridal style and brings you to his room. 

Its comfier in there, he reasoned

Really he just didn’t want his other brothers getting the chance to take care of you if they were to see you like that. 

He laid you into his bed and tucked you in, and you passed out immediately. 

He practically sprinted around the house like a mad man gathering items (antacids, towels, multiple bottles of water, a self-heating kettle, various types of tea and bouillon cubes, seltzer, heating pads, etc). 

He returns and scatters everything around his room and starts giving you top-tier care. 

He will sit in bed behind you with your upper body propped on his chest and he will read to you. 

Once you feel too tired to stay awake to listen to his reading, he will then give you a gentle shoulder, neck, and scalp massage until you fall asleep. 

He will literally drop anything to take care of you when you’re sick again in  the future. He like’s being able to be the first person you go to when you’re not feeling well. 

Lucifer

Lucifer became really annoyed when you didn’t come down for breakfast or answer his texts about why you weren’t at the table with the others. 

He finally gave up after trying to call you for the 3rd time and you didn’t answer. He figured he would just go straight to your room. 

He didn’t see you in bed, but saw your bathroom door open and heard the shower running. 

He called out to you and you didn’t answer. after a moment, he announced he was going to come in anyway. 

God he hoped you heard him because Lucifer doesn’t know if he could stay composed if you were suddenly naked in front of him. 

He ended up finding you passed out in the shower after seeing your hand on the floor, peaking out from the other side of the wall. 

He forgets his embarrassment at the idea of you being nude in an instant and is at your side. 

God damn, you have one hell of a fever.

He noticed traces of vomit on the floor, most of which had been washed down the drain from the water, but figured you must be ill. 

He picks you up and carries your over-heated body to bed. 

He wont dress you, mostly because he feels weird doing so but also because clothes may be too constricting for you right now. 

He tucks you in with just the flat sheet and places a cold towel to your brow so you don’t burn up even more

He will then go down stairs and demand everyone remain silent for the remainder of the day, and allow you to rest. 

He will absolutely ask Diavolo if he can borrow Barbatos for a bit to help make some meals for you while you recover. 

Lucifer will not leave your side unless he is going to get something for you, or unless he is retrieving or returning stacks of papers from his office.

...What? He’s got a lot to do. Besides, he can still work while taking care of you.

Belphegor

Belphie had snuck into your room in the middle of the night for some cuddles. 

Usually you would stir a little bit when he snuck into bed with you, but this time you slept like a rock. He didn’t think much of it, and just chalked it up to him getting better at being being quiet. 

When he woke up to you already gone, he was disappointed. It was the weekend, 

why were they up and out already? Ugh, they’re probably working on homework or something. What an over-achiever. 

Belphie was about to go back to sleep when he heard retching coming from the bathroom. 

He’s wide awake now and sprinting to the bathroom. 

You had undressed to take a bath due to feeling like death, but you hadn’t gotten one foot in the tub before you felt the contents of your stomach coming back up. 

Belphie was really embarrassed at first. Why the fuck didn’t he knock?!

But when he saw you continue to heave while crying softly at the awful sensation, he softened and approached you.

Grabs a towel and wraps it around your shoulders so you would be somewhat covered. 

Once you think you’re done, he helps you into the bath. 

You may be able to convince him to get in with you and continue to snuggle, depending on how close you two are at this point. 

After the bath, he will help you get dressed in the comfiest pjs you have and tuck you back into bed. 

He doesn’t want to leave your side but he has no idea how to take care of you. 

He will probably go quickly ask Beel and Satan for help in your care, and they do most of the work while he naps with you while you recover. 

Leviathan

fuck oh fuck shit fuck what does he do.

You were just getting up to go to the bathroom and now you’re unconscious on his floor.

You had been hanging out with Levi all day grinding away at a new game he had just purchased.

He didn’t think you really look too good...you were really pale, you had deep dark circles under your eyes, and you seemed really weak. 

You mumbled something about needing to use the bathroom after hours of uninterrupted gaming, but the minute you got to your feet you got extreme vertigo and collapsed. 

Levi is standing over you with wide eyes and face drained of color and has no idea what the fuck to do. 

He finally snaps out of his panic and bolts out of the room to grab somebody. He doesn’t know who...just anybody. 

Ends up rounding a corner, completely slamming into Lucifer, knocking them both on their feet. 

“Leviathaannn.” He growls, anger festering in his chest at the new bruise that was manifesting on his chin from where Levi’s head connected. 

Levi freaks the fuck out and practically drags Lucifer to his room, babbling incoherently about how he thinks you’re dead. 

When they get back to his room, you’re not in the spot where he left you. 

"MC WHAT! WHERE ARE YOU!” Levi’s intense screeching in panic makes Lucifer wince. He was definitely going to have a migraine after all this shit. 

Then he hears groaning from his bathroom. They both go in and see you coated in vomit, lying on the floor, and groaning loudly. 

You had stirred and tried to crawl your way to the toilet, but your nausea came up quicker than you could move. 

Well...at least you didn’t barf on Levi’s expensive collectables. 

Lucifer will help you clean yourself up and instruct Levi to go get a first aid kit, some water, antacids, and to make some ginger-lemon tea. 

Originally the roles were switched but Levi nearly passed out himself at the thought of having to help you bathe so Lucifer reluctantly switched the plan. 

Since moving you too far would be a hassle, he demands Levi allow you to stay in his room until you can move again. 

He hesitates to agree but overall he doesn’t mind. Once you’re able to be awake for an extended period of time, he will binge watch a new Anime he has been itching to get you into. 

Like Belphie, he doesn’t know how to take care of you really, so he will probably rely on Lucifer to do all of the work while he just provides comfort!

[vroomvroommuppett]

wheeler!reader hcs

so @jonathansonlysweetheart and i were talking about this au and i’ve decided to hc all we talked about

you were nancy’s twin

however, out of the four kids, you were the least important one

everyone forgot about you, even the party, or so you thought

ok will and el didn’t (and jonathan)

on yours and nancy’s 18th birthday, everyone celebrated nancy while you were left out

so you were home alone until you heard the door

you went to answer it and there stood jonathan

“jon, what are you doing here? shouldn’t you be celebrating the golden child?”

“yn, it’s your birthday too. and i prefer you over her”

you and jon had been friends growing up

you related to one another since you were the outcasts

which in turn made you develop feelings for him

so he took you to your spot and there was a picnic set up

“happy 18th birthday, ynn”

“thank you jonny”

you ate and then jonathan gave you your present

it was a necklace with a “j”

you were confused and he could tell

“ever since we met, i have felt something towards you and i realized it was my feelings. i’m in love with you yn wheeler.”

you smiled

“i’m in love with you too, jonathan byers”

“will you be my girlfriend”

you just nodded and kissed

he put the necklace on you and he took you to his home

when you got there and walked inside, joyce, el and will were there and saw you two were holding hands

will ran to you and hugged you

“HAPPY BIRTHDAY YN!”

“thanks willy”

el came up

“happy birthday, ynn”

“thanks sweetie”

“happy birthday, sweetie”

“thanks mama b. um is is ok if i stay the night? everyone’s going to be at the house celebrating the golden child”

you saw her face drop

“of course sweetheart. now that you’re together, you two can sleep together”

“MOM” “MAMA B”

“what? i’m just saying”

about an hour later hopper came home (he and joyce are married) and saw you and jonathan cuddling and will and el on the floor watching a movie

“happy birthday, yn”

“thanks hopper”

“please tell me he finally got the guts to tell you his feelings”

“yes he did”

“that’s my boy”

he left the room and went to joyce

“um why aren’t they celebrating with everyone else? did i miss the party?”

“no. as per usual everyone, except will and jonathan, went to the wheeler’s to celebrate the golden child, even though it’s both hers and nancy’s birthdays”

hopper saw you as a daughter and was furious with what he heard

“how long has this been going on”

“her whole life. she’s tried to prove time and time again that she’s smart, but they don’t pay attention. she’s valedictorian. she won over nancy, and her parents are upset that she’s valedictorian and not nancy”

“ill be back”

“nope not going to happen”

“fine”

the monday after your birthday, you and jonathan stayed attached at the hip

thankfully you had all your classes together

steve tried coming up to you two but you both ignored him

robin did too and you ignored her

even the younger kids got the silent treatment (except will and el)

time skip to your shared graduation party and hopper wanted revenge for them leaving you out so he had an idea

“hi everyone. now i know most of you are here for nancy, but i’m not. i’m here for yn. and if yn wasn’t graduating then i wouldn’t be here. i have seen her grow into this amazing person, worthy of love and praise. she was valedictorian for crying out loud. but what did you do? you belittled her because it was suppose to be nancy’s. her whole life she’s proven herself to you. to all of you. and you just forget about her. out of all the wheeler’s she’s my favorite. that’s right everyone i have a favorite wheeler. as you also know, joyce and i got married so my cabin has been deserted. so for my graduation gift, i am gifting the cabin to yn and her boyfriend, jonathan. congratulations sweetheart”

you got up from jonathan’s lap and went up front and hugged hopper

“thank you.”

you turned and faced everyone

“hi you might know me as the forgotten child, but i’m a wheeler. i have learned my whole life what it’s like to be the forgotten one. the belittled one. the dumb one. the other wheeler. and i’m done. this past year, the byers-hopper have been more of a family to me than my own blood. so this is my formal announcement that after today, while i’ll still be a wheeler until i get married, i’m cutting ties with my family. all i wanted was for you to be proud of me. and while i might not be with a rich boy, i’m happy, and i don’t care about what you think about jonathan and me. he makes me happy. oh and i got into all the ivy league schools, but you wouldn’t know that because you never paid attention to me. but i’m not going. part of the reason is jonathan, but the other part is i don’t need to prove to you anything. thank you”

you got off stage and the byers-hopper family was proud of you

when you were about to leave, your parents came up

“we’re sorry.”

“it’s to late for that. eighteen years too late”

6 months later your family and the party found out you and jonathan got married

they were all upset with themselves for how they treated you

you even started calling joyce and hopper mom and dad

el and will came over to the cabin for movie nights weekly while jopper went on dates

a few months after getting married you found out you were pregnant

you named your daughter khloe joyce byers

you had more kids as well, and eventually moved into a house

you would see your family in town but neither of you would approach the other

as for you and nancy?

well let’s just say you two haven’t made up

i got carried away

[stanley01]

HELP OUT A NEURODIVERGENT,WILL YOU?

!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Ok,so-- in short: I need activities.

In long: I am a student in a horrid school with outdated education,loud children and partially useless teachers. I've been searching for ways to make things more bearable but have come to the conclusion; I need help. Internet's help.

I,no doubt,have some sort of neurodivergency (some sort of illness or just a different working brain than my peers) and due to the insane prices,I can't get diagnosed. I have tho been researching alot of different mental illnesses and divergences and display alot of ADHD/ADD symptoms. Almost 90% of the common and uncommon symptoms I have,at some point in my life,felt. I also display autism symptoms but much less. There may be other ones but again,I'm still in the middle of researching as it's not just a small Google search and the first few links that pop up.

I do have the ability to drop out of school but many people in my life + darn society have forced me to go to school for the next however long it is for 5 times a day,7 and a half hours a day,sit in 5 mundane classes,go home,and possibly suffer some more. I have been having a hard time paying attention or finding motivation in the classes although have pretty good grades. (My attendance is... Something else 😬 BUT purely for what I'm about to say next) The teachers at my school spend too much time trying to shush and punish the misbehaving kids (which I sometimes join too but purely because there's nothing better for me to do as the whole class is paused while the kid is misbehaving but I'm nowhere NEAR as bad as them.) and so,much of the 7 and a half hours are spent sitting at the desk;in full uniform,not being able to stand up, and not allowed our phones. Pretty understandable but when you sit for 1 hour for 5 whole classes for 5 times a day with nothing but your thoughts it is an absolute WRECK. And for some people this may seem like a dream! And it would be,IF IT WASNT FOR THE CONSTANT CHATTER,CONSTANT BICKERING AND TALKING OF THE APPROX 30 OTHER KIDS IN THE FKING CLASS. IF IT WASN'T FOR THE AIRPLANES THROWN ACROSS THE CLASS EVERY 10 FKING MINUTES. IF IT WASNT FOR THE 'POPULAR GIRLS' THROWING RANDOM PAPER BITS OR SMALL SWEETS AT YOUR HEAD. IF IT WASNT FOR THE SCREAMING OF THE TEACHER AND CONSTANT FIDGETING OF OTHER PEOPLE LIKE PEN CLICKING OR HUMMING.

Calming down now,it ofcourse isn't always like this. This isn't some class from a movie about an untameable class with only one good perfect student. But the absolute things I would do to absolutely hush every child in the damn room would definetely reach headlines. Only thing stopping me? The consequences that would follow. Detention,police involvement,fines,possible criminal record,maybe jail time,who knows! But definetely not a great big thank you.

Ok ok, we're getting slightly off topic now,it's about how I,a neurodivergent,would like advice on what to do in class while I have hours of free time that's completely being wasted. At home I can think of tons of things to entertain me but at school my brain shuts off. I need a list of things to do or bring or think of to distract me from the chaos. A few rules tho of my school: no big or loud fidgets (some teachers prohibit them entirely),no phones or gadgets in class(a small bypass to this is I have wireless earbuds and shoulder length hair which can cover my ears but need to be charged daily and I may miss something of the teacher),must always wear uniform but can take blazers off,in p.e can't wear jewelry and some strict teachers don't allow it In their class either, and that's mainly it from what I can remember. But this isn't the most important part,the most important is me,my brain. So in short he's what I observed about myself and behaviours I never noticed before: I can daydream but I do not have the ability to clearly visualise images and have a hard time thinking of what to think about. I have poor time management. I'm very forgetful,and I mean VERY. I love the textures of sponges but who tf brings a sponge to class? But also I hate the texture of sharp metal rubbing on blazer-like material (ironic as I have alot of safety-clip backed pins. Yes I absolutely cringe when it makes that rough ''skghh" sound). I love worksheets, especially when others are not doing the same one as me. I like reading but can NOT focus when others are talking. Like drawing but find it hard to find something that I am passionate on drawing for that moment specifically and ofcourse can't remember what exists,bad memorryyyy,so I just draw what's around me and ofcourse there's barely anything. I like researching,making lists,and brainstorming on topics that have no connection to the class- it's something weirdly fun,but I can't seem to know what topic to choose! I love animals (specifically birds,pets,dogs,cats and mammals);the other world like space,metaphysics,magic,ect; my own brain; gravity falls; ciphers; Rick and Morty. There are a few other things but once again,bad memorryyyyyyy (I have litterally forgotten my own identity on multiple occasions.

So please,if you could,give me ANY idea of what to do. I appreciate it if it's something to do with writing. I can get a notebook just for writing random stuff but just tell me what!!! An example be like: write about all your current interests,write about every single person in class,ect.

Some things that have worked for me before in school was writing about my show/book,listening to music while doing worksheets and glueing glitter to my book. Some things that didn't work at all was drawing other students andddd I think there was alot of other stuff I tried. Shit I genuinely can't remember although I've sat here for like 10 minutes.

[i-just-like-goats]

Miya Atsumu x Female Reader

Warnings: none

Summary: The Inarizaki team have all placed bets on when you and your longtime best friend Atsumu will finally get together. Kita is close to losing the bet, time for him to step in.

It is known to all students at Inarizaki High that Atsumu was a lady’s man. Sure he wasn’t a womaniser or a player, but that didn’t stop him from breaking hearts everywhere he went. His mere dismissal of a girl would lead that girl to burst into tears, straight up rejections even worse. His casual flirtatious comments did not at all help with his reputation, leading oblivious girls to believe he actually held interest in them. How wrong they were.

Whereas you. You deemed yourself nothing special. Nothing too flashy, unlike a certain someone. You didn’t stand out in a crowd, and most certainly never attempted to shine or take the spotlight. You left that to your best friend.

Miya Atsumu.

“Hey could you-“

“No.”

“Will you please put in a good-“

“No.”

The first two girls had left, their hopes crushed, you felt relieved they had gone to class until another girl replaced them and effectively disrupted your short lived peace.

“Y/N!” She said, her voice oozed with fake sweetness.

“Do I know you?” You asked bluntly.

“We sit next to each other in chemistry, silly. Don’t you remember?”

“And?”

“So I was wondering if I could ask you a favour?”

“If it’s homework we had none. If it’s class work I’ll send you my notes. If it’s anything else; leave me alone.”

“I just need you to give this little gift to At-“

“Not interested.”

With that you swiftly walked away, which left the unnamed girl open mouthed with shock. This was the daily routine you had to put up with. Reject all of Atsumu’s fan girls who approached you in order to reach him. Truth be told it was extremely tedious, but you couldn’t really complain - after all you were the one who befriended him. It was a small price to pay for being friends with him.

“Hey I was wondering if you could set me up with Atsumu?” A different girl asked.

Scratch that it wasn’t small. At all. It was a big price to pay. Very tedious. Very irritating. Very time consuming. By the time you reached your first class - English - you were already exhausted and plopped yourself into your seat.

“Don’t you look wonderful?”

“Well you wouldn’t look so hot either if you had to fight off Atsumu’s admirers in the space of one morning.”

Osamu noticed your sharp tone and held his hands up in mock surrender. You shook your head at him and started writing down what your teacher was saying.

Lunch came around and you made your way to your usual table next to your best friend.

“There’s my favourite best friend!”

All eyes were on you as you made your way to Atsumu. Some looked with contempt. Some with envy. Others with anger. All harboured ill feelings towards you. He had that certain look in his eye when you walked over to him, like you were the greatest thing in the world. His smile widened once you took the seat across from him, Atsumu’s eyes sparkled with joy as though it was his first time seeing your face again. Suna scoffed at his expression, not before taking a sneaky picture of proof about how much Miya Atsumu was whipped for Y/N L/N.

“Where were you all morning! I missed you so much,”

“I was dying,”

Silence. Atsumu tilted his head in confusion. Next to him, his twin stifled a laugh.

“Bro, your girlfriend here was busy fending off the wild animals that make up your fan club. She had no time to see your stupid face, and the last time you saw her was yesterday,”

Everyone in proximity of your table tensed up at Osamu’s words. From the table next to yours, Atsumu’s fan girls glared daggers at you.

“Yesterday was ages ago,” Atsumu whined.

“That’s what you focus on?” You ask incredulously.

Instantly Atsumu’s demeanour changed and he glanced to his left.

“Way to go Osamu, now Y/N’s on their hit list,” Atsumu said dryly.

“Well if you didn’t flirt back none of us would be in this mess,” Kita kindly passive aggressively informed his teammate.

Ever since Atsumu’s first official match, girls had been flocking to Atsumu like a swarm of bees to their queen. Every day the Inarizaki volleyball team had to deal with squealing fan girls gushing over Atsumu’s talent for volleyball, essentially distracting the players and disrupting practice. At first Atsumu shamelessly flirted back, basking in the attention, now he, as well as the others were fed up. In short, Kita was tired. Tired of the fan girls. And most importantly tired of the fact that you and Atsumu weren’t dating yet. At this rate Kita would lose the bet that Osamu and Suna had coerced him to take part in. He had bet that you and Atsumu would be dating by the end of the month, which was this Saturday, and the way things were going between you two, he’d probably have to ask you out himself for Atsumu in order to win the bet. On the other hand, Osamu bet that Atsumu would ask in their third year, Aran bet that you would actually ask instead of Atsumu and Suna bet that Atsumu would ask at the end of next month. It was decided that the losers would do what the winner wanted for a day, with no complaining whatsoever. A whole day of getting the team to do what he wants without complaints. A dream come true for Kita.

“It’s the end of the month on Saturday. Two days,” Osamu sing songed.

“So?” You asked.

“Oh, nothing,”

You dropped it and shrugged. Opposite you, Kita sent a saccharine smile towards Osamu, while the latter playfully smirked back. Kita had a plan.

Two day passed as usual, nothing significant happened; that is until the end of the second day. As usual, you made your way out of Physics with Atsumu; your best friend filled in the silence with his cheerful chatter. Unusually, Kita stood there at the end of the corridor.

“Hey cap! What brings you here?” Atsumu inquired.

Kita seemed to snap out of whatever was bothering him, for his face returned from his previous scrunched expression to his more neutral expression.

“Hm? Oh I came here to speak with Y/N. If that’s alright with the two of you?”

You nodded, though intrigued as to what Kita wanted to talk to you about, Atsumu on the other hand stayed silent. Before you left with Kita, he crushed you with a hug and sent puppy eyes at your retreating figure, walking next to his captain.

During the walk out of school grounds, Kita mentally prepared himself to convince you to ask Atsumu out, allowing both his and Aran’s plan to work, so that the pair won the bet - Kita was too engrossed in his thoughts. A while passed before you and Kita spoke; you were already halfway home before you confronted Kita.

“Kita?”

“You have feelings for Atsumu, don’t you?”

Kita panicked at your sudden dialogue and spoke the words that first came to his mind. His panic was not conveyed through his steady tone of voice. Truth be told, it was more of a statement than a question, it certainly caught you off guard. The latter half of the sentence seemed to be added hastily as though to soften the bluntness.

“What makes you say that?” You answered evenly, and turned your face away from him, a small blush settled firmly on your cheeks.

“Answering my question with a question I see,” he teased, “Everyone knows, the both of you don’t hide your feelings very well, it surprises me that you two aren’t dating yet,”

“I know he has feelings for me, I’m not an idiot, I see the way he looks differently at me and I see how he’s more clingy towards me than the others. I’m not an idiot,” you repeated.

“Then what’s stopping you?”

“I don’t know,”

“I think you do know. Idiot,”

You pouted and let out a huff.

“Fine. Fine,” you finally conceded, “I’m not an idiot but I am a coward. I guess - as cliché as it sounds - I don’t want to ruin our friendship. What if it doesn’t work out and we end on bad terms? Years of friendship would be wasted and gone in an instant. I just. I just don’t want to risk that happening,”

“What’s life without a little risk,”

At Kita’s attempt at lightening the mood, you scoffed and shook your head.

“Sorry, that was unlike me. What I meant to say was you won’t know until you try. Sure there is that possibility that the relationship may end badly and the precious friendship between you and Atsumu would probably be lost, but there is also a chance that this relationship will end happily, with no heartbreak. I can’t guarantee that everything will be peachy; obviously there’s going to be some problems along the way but knowing your stubborn personality I am confident that you will fight for you and Atsumu, because I know you care way too much for him to let him go,”

Kita’s speech surprised you, this was the most encouraging thing he had said to you. Ever. You smiled.

“Thanks Kita. I really needed that,” you said as you finally reached your house.

Kita made his way to his house, waving as he walked down the steeet. He left you with a lot to think about.

Later that evening you called Kita again, and talked until he decided that it was time to go to sleep.

That morning you walked to school with Kita in a comfortable silence. Once you reached school you spoke.

“Ok I’m going to do it,”

“Yes you will,” Kita encouraged.

Confidently you walked up to your long time best friend, then suddenly turned the other direction.

“I can’t do it,” you cried out.

Exasperatedly, Kita shook his head and forced a strained smile.

“Y/N do you want to do this or not?”

“I do,”

“Then go get him,”

“I’ll do it while we walk home,”

Anyway, the school day passed, honestly you couldn’t remember what happened, it was all a blur.

“Atsumu?” you called.

“Yup?”

“Do you want to walk home together?”

“Yes! I’m still kinda annoyed you walked with Kita, Kita of all people instead of me,”

“Sorry about that ‘Tsumu,” you replied bashfully.

With that you both made your way out of school. Little did you know Kita, Osamu, Suna and Aran followed you both from a distance. Osamu and Suna because they just wanted to go home. Kita and Aran to make sure you confessed.

“Get ready to do what we want for a day,” Kita stated.

“What do you mean ‘we’?” Suna questioned.

“Kita and I formulated a plan,” Aran answered cryptically.

“Guys shut up Y/N stopped walking,” Osamu whisper shouted.

You had indeed stopped walking, leaving Atsumu to carry on walking and talking. You had been quiet the whole walk, which wasn’t unusual, as you normally let Atsumu talk, while you listened. You were just too lost in your thoughts.

“Y/N?”

Atsumu had finally noticed that you were no longer by his side.

“Hellooo. Earth to Y/N,”

“I like you,”

Atsumu was taken aback. That was not a reply he was expecting.

“I just really like your smile, your personality even though you can be quite big headed at times, I like your laugh, I just like you for you, not in the way that those girls like you for your looks and skills. I like everything about you even your flaws,”

“Whoa, for real?”

You glanced at his expression and burst out laughing.

“You look like surprised Pikachu!” you wheezed out.

Atsumu joined in with your laughter. The two of you continued laughing for several minutes.

“I like you too,” Atsumu said once both your laughter finally died down.

You turned your gaze towards his eyes. His beautiful eyes that held all the stars in the galaxy.

“That’s a relief,” 

[thesunshinebunny]

Hello can you make one of Floyd and Fem!Reader cuddling where he ends up biting her and turns in to smut? if not they just cuddling whould be ok!

I'll be honest, both Floyd and Jade scare me, if I were in Twst's reality, every time I saw them, I'd run the other way; I wouldn't be in the same room as them, I feel like I'm in constant danger.

Floyd is in third year and is +18

“Is it true that moray eels have a second pair of throat jaws?”

It was a normal day in Octavinelle's bedroom. Students going to class, others strolling through the corridors, Monstro Lounge open to a certain public, with little admission of customers, Azul taking a couple of orders and even helping a couple of poor unfortunate souls at some tables away from the restaurant, Jadebeing in charge of the bar while Floyd… well, he was taking the day off with you.

The day was coming to an end, the sun was sinking over the horizon and neither of you two had gotten out of bed all day. Not even to fetch food from the cafeteria, Floyd simply called an employee, "servant", of the restaurant and asked ... nicely? That they brought them something from the menu, no matter what. And yes, I am speaking with irony. No, kindness is not in Floyd's vocabulary and by asking the employee kindly I’m saying that he gave them his murderous look, even if you paid attention you could notice that feeling of threat to crushing them in his arms with his famous hug.

Food, comfort, warm under the blankets, the day was more than perfect and even very calm for our beloved eel. Between cuddles, watching the news on each cell phones, social networks, even watching a documentary of marine life when there was nothing else to do, let's say within all it was a peaceful day.

Your question took him by surprise. Floyd was looking at some photos Cater had uploaded to Magicam, when his gaze fell on you, wide eyes fixed on your head. You were both spread out on the sheets, you turning your back on him while he was barely sitting in the middle of the mattress. Even with the comment coming out of nowhere and noticing that a pair of eels appeared on his computer screen biting a crustacean, Floyd couldn't help but smile maliciously.

“Do you want to find out?” He left his phone on the nightstand next to his bed.

“No thanks, your pair of sharp jaws in your human form is more than enough for me”

Intrigued by the eel’s food system, you continued to watch the documentary with full concentration, ignoring how your elusive boyfriend was approaching you, avoiding making too much noise nor the bed moving under his legs. You were a bit startled to feel Floyd's hand on your waist, tucking under your shirt, but still you continued to see the incredible but haunting images of the marine life ... more specifically, the life of the person who was now stroking the fat of your stomach with his long thin fingers, but nonetheless soft.

You placed your head on the palm of your hand, accommodating your body to one side and giving Floyd better access to run his hand around your waist, slowly climbing up your spine until it reached your neck. Your shirt, now raised at the back, perfectly revealed your skin, every curve and imperfection, even the contour of your breast.

When the computer showed the eel taking the deadly bite of its prey, Floyd's teeth slammed into your neck.

"Floyd!" you screamed as you felt his sharp teeth rip the skin at the crook of your neck and shoulder.

You tried to get rid of his bite by moving forward, preventing him from biting you or at least his teeth weren’t so penetrated into your flesh, but his hand moved forward, grabbing your stomach and pulling you even more to him. The bite wasn't short-lived, but it was deep enough to draw blood. His teeth detached from your neck, revealing the bite marks and small drops of blood flowing through them, there was even a trace of blood framing the bite.

You brought your hand to the wound, trying to undo the blood trail, the crime scene, that Floyd had caused. You applied pressure so no more of that crimson liquid would come out, but Floyd placed his hand over yours, moving it and preventing you from doing ... whatever what you were doing. You turned your head, about to object, but your eyes met his half-open, staring at his masterpiece, his bloodstained lips, your blood.

He dug his lips on your neck again, licking the few red drops that were left scattered on your neck, while again biting you, this time more slowly and carefully, with enough force to leave a mark, perhaps also a pacifier. His hand released yours, placing himself on your stomach again and with each bite, the palm of his hand, flat on your flesh, rose towards your chest, placing himself openly on your breast, squeezing and massaging it.

Between his nibbles and little kisses, Floyd wiped away all traces of blood that had remained on your neck, now paying more attention to the continuous skin in your sensitive area. His hand still lost in the valley of your chest lifted the shirt even more and passed it over your head, freeing you of the annoying garment. Now you lay there, on a comforter of scattered and ill-fitted sheets, with your chest exposed, your breathing ragged and your lips parted.

"Koebi-chan, you really are...a delicious delicacy" Floyd captured your lips with his, settling on top of you, his leg pushing yours aside and generating pressure with his knee on your covered crotch.

He detached himself from your lips to kiss you again, and again and again, until both were like a bundle without air and with swollen lips. His hands hovered over the contour of your torso, massaging your hips, your arms, your fingers, your collarbone, your tits. A hand replaced his leg, this now being the one that slipped between your pants and panties, brushing against your clit, but not giving the attention it needed. His other hand was still on your chest, playing and torturing your nipple between his thumb and index finger. A twist around here and your back arches from the torture, your hands went straight to his chest, trying to feel his abs on your fingertips, treating his skin the same way Floyd did to you. He took off for a second to get rid of his shirt, tossing it to the floor, and heading straight for your tits.

His hands over each one of your soft bundles, his tongue running around the contour of these and passing through your erect nipples, dedicating attention to one while the other was in need of his fingers. You ran your hand over his hair, pulling him back slightly, being able to clearly see his actions. His eyes widened and fixed on yours, teasing you with his gaze as he devoured your nipple like it was his last meal, and taking the opportunity to bring his hand back to your pussy, pulling down your pants. You closed your legs so he could maneuver the garment more easily, removing it and dropping it to the floor with the other ones. His hand stroked the inside of your thigh, going up and down, and moving one leg to get better access to your wet pussy.

You dropped your head back as you felt his fingers brush your lips and apply enough pressure to your clit. Floyd's cock poked on your other thigh, resting on your bare flesh, it was completely hard and you could feel how Floyd rocked his hips on your thigh, making it very clear that he needed to be inside you, now.

“Ko~e~bi~chan~” at no time Floyd took his eyes off your face and now more than ever his eyes were silently forcing you to look at him.

You raised your head, your face showing despair so that he could continue his task made Floyd detach from your nipple, leaving a thread of saliva connecting it with his tongue, and he gave you a smirk before descending towards your legs. His sharp teeth ran dangerously up your thighs, digging weakly before moving up to your crotch.

“I may not have a second set of jaws in my human form” he ran his tongue over your covered pussy, pulling you out a guttural moan, your teeth biting your lower lip to prevent louder moans from being heard throughout the dorm “but that doesn't mean I cannot devour you as you deserve”