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[realjem]

went to the mall and i came back with some chains that have little star shapes in them so the world is in order and everything will be okay forever

[carolperkinsexgirlfriend]

can you see the stars in your dreams (and do they have a lot to say about me) - Part 5

Or: a secret Admirer AU

PART 1 || PART 2 || PART 3 || PART 4

Eddie’s just dropped his response in the requested copy of Romeo and Juliet. He’d looked furtively around the library, trying to see if anyone was paying him an abnormal level of attention.

No one even looks up.

There’s a mousy girl in the corner reading a comic book, some band girl muttering to herself as she frantically pulls books off the shelf, and Nancy Wheeler writing, fast enough that Eddie’s surprised the lead of her pencil doesn’t snap clean off.

Could it be her?

Eddie squints at her, trying to look past her frizzy hair and prissy face to what must be hidden underneath. Before he finds any clarity, she looks up from the page in front of her, already scowling before she meets Eddie’s gaze.

Eddie startles, damn-near sprinting out of the library, his smoker’s lungs wheezing hard enough to damn-near expel themselves from his lungs.

No way in hell is it Wheeler—she’s way too scary, and besides, no one’s ever accused her of being an athlete. That band girl, maybe? She looked feisty enough to kick ass at organized sports-ball.

The secret’s burning a hole through his heart and he wants, no, needs, to tell someone.

Eddie feels deranged with it, almost manic as he rushes to find someone, anyone, he can talk to. Hell, right now he’d take Hagan if he didn’t think the dude would punch him in the face.

Luckily, he smacks into Gareth before anything gets that dire. The kid’s obviously rushing through the parking lot to catch the bus before it leaves without him, stranding him at the school before the weekend can truly start.

“Dude—”  he stutters out as Eddie latches onto both of his shoulders and begins shaking him about. “What the hell’s wrong with you?”

Gareth smacks him off, and Eddie stumbles back, almost buzzing with the frenetic energy built up from weeks of getting love letters in his locker and not being able to tell a soul. Eddie grabs onto him again and just keeps shaking, lest his soul quiver right out of his body. “I can’t keep it in anymore, man,” Eddie says, and he can tell from the bug-eyed look on the other boy’s face that he’s not picking up what Eddie’s putting down. “I’ve gotten four letters, Gare-Bear, four!”

He enunciates the last word with an even harder shake until Eddie can hear his teeth clack together. Gareth makes an unholy noise, like a cat submerged in bathwater, and damn-near claws Eddie’s face off in his attempts to get away. Eddie ends up standing in the parking lot, still holding the shoulders of Gareth’s flannel up despite there no longer being a body in it.

“And each one is sweeter than the last!” Eddie cries, maliciously dropping the flannel into a puddle.

Gareth squawks, bending down to scoop his outerwear up from the ground and twist it until some of the water sops out of it and back to the pavement from whence it came. He’s not looking at Eddie at all. God, he knew he should have picked Doug.

“So, why are you telling me about it?” Gareth gripes.

Left unspoken, but patently obvious between them, is that Jeff, Eddie’s usual secret keeper, is entirely absent. Eddie twirls one of his own curls, bringing it up to shield the blush that’s no doubt blooming on his face as he admits, “Jeff would make fun of me.”

Besides, Jeff’s been weird all day, eyes darting away from Eddie’s like he’s got some sort of disease that might be catching.

He doesn’t want to talk to Jeff right now.

Giving it up as a bad job, Gareth slings his sopping flannel over one shoulder with the beleaguered sigh of a single mother and finally meets Eddie’s eyes.

“Dude,” he says, voice that of someone delivering a deadly blow. “I’m going to make fun of you.”

Eddie can feel himself pouting, does absolutely nothing to try to stop it as he mutters, “knew I should’ve confided in Hagan,” too quietly for Gareth to hear.

“Now, where are these stupid letters?”

Eddie throws his hands up and takes two showily large steps back as he declares, “well, I’m not going to show you now!”

“Oh, Jeff,” Gareth calls, all sing-songy and sly.

Eddie lunges forward to slam his palm over Gareth’s mouth even though Jeff had disappeared from the school long ago. With his hands so close already, he’s hard-pressed to stop himself from wringing Gareth’s scrawny neck.

Before he knows it, Eddie finds himself settled in his room, the letters strewn about Eddie’s unmade bed.

Gareth reads them all; he laughs at all the parts that are sweetest, and despite being born an only child, Eddie can feel himself developing one hell of a Cain instinct. Maybe Cain was actually a cool guy, and Abel drove him to it with his incessant wheedling.

Eddie wouldn’t know; he’s never read the bible.

“Dude, she’s a jock?” Gareth asks, peering down at the letter with a level of glee Eddie’s never seen on the other boy’s face.

“You kiss your mother with that mouth?” Eddie asks, taking sadistic enjoyment in the way Gareth’s nose wrinkles with disgust. He rips—gently!—the letter out of Gareth’s hands and gathers them all back together, intent to hide them from any more prying eyes.

“I was reading that!”

“Girls can do sports,” Eddie replies snootily, tucking the letters away beneath his pillow. “And besides, there’s always cheerleaders.”

All that does is make Gareth start laughing again. “You think you can bag a cheerleader?”

He raises his hand threateningly, one wrong word from smacking that look off his face, the way Eddie’s dad had always threatened. “Do you want to walk home?” Eddie demands.

Eddie’s doubtful it was the threat that got Gareth to stop laughing—they both know they’ll spend the rest of the evening eating stale cereal and watching whatever’s on TV before falling asleep in Eddie’s small bed—but the silence is still welcome.

It lasts a solid three seconds before Gareth asks, “you’re not afraid it’s all a joke?”

Eddie’s going to kill him.

***

The day’s been long despite Steve, Chrissy, and Jeff all skipping first period. Still, nothing could stop him from taking precious time out of his weekend to pick up any notes Eddie might have written.

It’s becoming normal now, to skulk behind Chrissy through the library as she picks up notes. What’s that saying about the third time being a pattern? And there, tucked reverently into a copy of Romeo and Juliet—Chrissy’s idea, not his—is an envelope with Secret Admirer written across it in bold, cursive font. Like Eddie’d gone out and gotten a quill and ink pot just for the occasion.

The ink’s so black, it still looks wet, but when Steve caresses the letters, they don’t even smudge. They both stare down at it where it’s still clutched between Chrissy’s fingers. Chrissy, ever the good friend, waits for his next move.

“Want to come over?” he asks, tired of impersonal whispers in quiet libraries. He wants a girl’s night, the way he and Carol used to before she’d started dating Tommy and everything had gotten so stilted. “I can paint your nails.”

Chrissy doesn’t even hesitate. She’s beaming as she puts the envelope carefully into her book bag, grabs his arm, and drags him out of the room.

She doggedly follows his car all the way home to his big empty house, her headlights beaming light and warmth straight into his heart.

The porch light’s on in front of his house, a beacon leading him home from his rapidly darkening driveway. He always leaves it on, something about its cheerful light making his dark house seem more welcoming, even more so now that he’s got a friend parking her car right behind his.

He’s glad not to get run out of town, but more than that, he’s grateful that it was all just a mistake, that he doesn’t need to let another friendship fizzle out into nothing.

“Are your parents home?” she asks as she bounces out of her car and up to his side.

“Almost never,” Steve replies, not turning back to her, unwilling to see the expression on her face as he leads her to the front door and ushers her inside once it’s unlocked. 

He slides his shoes off, and she copies his movements before following him up the stairs. They settle onto his bed, and he’s tempted to make a wise-crack about what boyfriends and girlfriends usually do in beds, but he’s a little afraid she might slap him, so all he says is, “did you bring it?”

Chrissy rolls her eyes, “of course I brought it.”

She’s already made herself comfortable laying on her stomach, but she dutifully reaches toward the ground to rifle through her bag and pull the envelope that’s been burning a hole in it free. Steve descends on it like a drowning man on land.

He lays on his stomach beside her, tempted to kick his feet and twirl his hair as he slots his finger into the envelope and opens it with the precision born from years of practice opening his parents’ mail.

It’s only as he pulls the tab open that he notices it’s not an envelope at all. Eddie had cleverly folded the note he’d written into the shape of an envelope, tucking the tab into it to keep it closed. He smooths the creases out and devours the words.

       Secret Admirer,

       I want to learn everything about you– the color of your eyes, how your lips curve when you smile, how soft your hands are, the sound of your laughter. But more than that, I want to know what you love, along with all of your deepest wants and needs. You’ve piqued my curiosity with your scant answers. I can’t help but want more.

       Unfortunately, there’s not enough room on the page for the unrelenting number of questions flooding my mind. I know the point of being a secret admirer is that it’s a secret, but I hope that if you really do like me, you won’t stay secret for long.

       I came up with a game I think could be fun! I’ve filled mine out already, for you to keep. Recopy it onto a separate sheet and return it with your next note. That way I get to keep your answers and you can have mine. I also wrote little notes on the back for some of them. I couldn’t help myself.

       Yours,

       Eddie

And there, tucked behind the envelope is a notecard, Eddie’s usual sloppy handwriting covering it with that same, black ink. But he’s circled his answers in red, and added little numbers next to some of them.

       ||Rock or Pop 1 || Board Games or Sports Games 2 || Early Bird or Night Owl || Reading Or TV || Big Spoon or Little Spoon 3 || Outer Space or The Ocean 4 || Art or History || Alcohol or Weed 5 || Cats or Dogs || Holding Hands or First Kiss 6 || Winter or Summer || Grease or Star Wars || Gold or Silver || Halloween or New Year’s Eve || Vampires or Werewolves 7 || Drive-In or Movie Theater || Back Seat or Under the Bleachers 8 || Cuddling or Dancing || Slides or Swings 9 ||

Steve flips it over and finds more little numbers in red, each with a corresponding blurb.

       1. Pop is fun if you’re into that, but nothing beats a good guitar riff.

       2. I know you’re into sports, sweetheart, but come on, board games are the obvious winner.

       3. If you prefer being the big spoon, I’m willing to compromise <3

       4. If you pick the ocean, then you’re braver than me! That’s a body of water you can’t even see the bottom of! How are you cool with that?

       5. If you know me, and it really seems like you do, then my answer here is obvious.

       6. I bet you’ve got really nice hands, sweetheart. Would love to feel them in mine someday.

       7. Werewolves are cool, too, but come on, vampires fit my aesthetic way better.

       8. Under the bleachers would probably be cool, too, but my van’s a lot warmer (does that count as a backseat?)

       9. I was always that kid who would go down the slide and pretend there was a dragon chasing me, what about you?

Steve smiles down at the card and all the secrets it holds.

“Aww, that’s so cute!” Chrissy says.

Steve, for the first time, gets the inexplicable urge to hide Eddie’s words behind his hands. He doesn’t because that would be insane, and also she’s already seen it. So, all he says is, “help me respond?”

She does.

       Eddie —

       I don’t love like you do, not so easily and with my whole heart. But I love my best friend, and I like a whole lot more—hopefully that’s enough.

       I’m just as greedy for answers as you are. I want to write all your answers down on flash cards, study them like you might test me on them. If you do, I’m determined to get an A+.

       I hope my own answers satisfy, even if they don’t include my face, my smile, or my name. But my eyes? They’re brown, but nowhere near as pretty as yours. I could fall into your eyes and die happy.

       Yours, Always,

       Your Secret Admirer

       P.S. This time, put your reply in The Anatomy and Physiology textbook, right next to the diagram of the human heart.

Chrissy tears up at the bit about his best friend, but luckily doesn’t comment, just keeps spinning his yarn into gold. She dutifully re-writes the answer card as well, letting Steve circle his own answers with her pretty pink pen as she peers over her shoulder.

“It’s kind of funny how many of your answers are opposites,” Chrissy says, once they’re done.

Steve frowns, staring between both cards. She’s right; between all the questions, they’ve got three in common: they both chose holding hands over first kisses, drive-ins over movie theaters, and cuddling over dancing.

It’s not much to build a relationship on.

“Yeah, funny,” Steve replies, trying for chill but his voice comes out all wrong.

“Steve?” Chrissy asks, sounding hesitant herself now. “None of that matters, you know that right?”

Steve doesn’t respond; he’s too busy looking between each filled-out card, debating whether changing some of his answers might be for the best.

As if she can sense his thoughts, Chrissy snatches them both from his hands.

“Hey!”

He goes to snatch them back, but she’s pushed them behind her, glare fierce enough to give him pause. “None of that matters,” she says, voice firm. “You really think whether you like gold or silver better is a deal-breaker for a relationship?”

She’s right, that’s not what’s doomed this whole thing before it’s even started—it’s Steve. Steve, who’s a boy, and a jock, and not very bright.

He’s always the problem.

“You hear me, Steve?” Chrissy asks. She’s leaning toward him now, eyes blazing with a conviction he doesn’t quite understand. “You’re perfect just the way you are, okay?”

His throat’s all clogged up so he just nods, looking down at her hands where they’re clutching tightly enough to his comforter that the beds of her nails turn pink, and her knuckles bleach white.

She’s got thin, pretty fingers, and jagged nails. These are the hands that can write letters Eddie will want to read; it’s got nothing to do with silver, or gold, or any of that shit.

It’s Steve.

“Did you really want to paint my nails?” Chrissy asks, biting her lip and not meeting his eyes.

Steve’s up off the bed in an instant, ready for the distraction she’s handed him. He rifles around in the bathroom and comes back with a crate of nail polish which he immediately shoves into her chest with enough gusto that she makes a little oof! noise.

“Pick your poison,” Steve says, watching as her eyes grow wider with every new color she picks up.

“You have so many,” she breathes, touching the small glass bottles almost reverently before picking up a pale pink color that suits her. “What about this one?”

She looks so unsure, like his opinion on her choice of nail polish is the most important thing in the world. Steve’s heart squeezes beneath his ribcage. “‘course, Chris.”

He settles onto the bed, legs criss-crossed. He waits for Chrissy to match his pose before grabbing her hand. She curls her fingers into a fist, a breath shuddering out of her before she forces her hand back open.

Steve doesn’t comment on the ragged state her nails are in. He just grabs a nail file from the crate and smooths them down as best he can. He buffs her nails out before finally grabbing her chosen color and gives the bottle a shake.

The first coat goes on quick, Chrissy watching each flick of the brush like it’s fascinating.

“You’re really good at this,” she says, sounding shocked.

Steve presses her hands down on the bed to keep them still as the first coat dries. “Thanks,” he replies, still not looking up at her. “I used to do Carol’s like every week.”

There’s a silence in the room now that feels one step to the left of stilted. He doesn’t know what to do about it, so he picks up her hand and blows on the nails like that will speed anything up at all.

“Can I do yours next?”

At that, Steve finally looks up from Chrissy’s nails to meet her eyes. She’s biting her lip, cheeks tinged pink with embarrassment.

“Do you want to?” Steve asks.

No one’s ever painted his nails before, not even Carol. But in the face of Chrissy’s earnest, nervous expression, he can’t say no.

That’s how he finds himself at school on Monday with bright yellow nail polish painted on each of his fingers, the edges already chipped from where he couldn’t stop himself from picking at it.

No one says a thing.

PART 6

[rougetv]

The Look of Love

George Clarkey x fem!reader

SUMMARY: The fans happen to pick up on the loving glances between you and George in Arthur’s new music promo

(anonymous request)

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Y/n and Arthur had met in college during a level 3 music course, when they were a pair of stupid teenagers, quickly bonding over their shared love of music. So, when she had moved to London for her job, her and her old friend had quickly become joined at the hip again. London being a new and scary place for her, Arthur had kindly stepped forward, reaching out to help her get settled in the city, helping her apartment hunt and get settled.

And through Arthur, she had met George…

George stood out to her from the second she’d met him. The way his neat stubble accentuated his face perfectly, the way she could easily get lost in those piercing blue eyes of his that made her weak at the knees, and the way his smile made her forget about everyone else in the room. And she didn’t even think it was possible for someone so attractive to be so kind either. He was always so understanding and caring, and so easy to talk to – he had almost immediately become the person she went to if she felt she couldn’t open up to Arthur about something, no questions asked. And she loved him for it.

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Y/n’s fingertips absentmindedly trace around the rim of her glass as she watches the movie on the TV screen that George had put on to pass the time while they waited for Arthur to get home, ignoring the urge to shift closer to the muscular brunette sat next to her on the plush couch.

The apartment was virtually silent, other than the sounds of the television and the sound of Chris’s fast typing on his laptop, until Arthur came barreling through the front door with a huge smile plastered across his face, excitedly waving his phone at the three of them, although Chris wasn’t really paying attention, too focused on whatever he was doing on the white laptop in front of him.

“New music! We just finished recording!”

Even if she wasn’t looking at Arthur, she’d have been able to practically hear the smile in his voice. He was always so excited about his music, and she was so proud of him for pursuing his dreams.

He excitedly sat down next to her on the L-shaped couch, and Y/n immediately draped her legs over his lap, listening to the music he was already pressing play to on his phone.

I’m a mess

Got my heart beating out of my chest

I’m just a little bit little bit stressed

Just a little bit little bit

Her eyes flick to George for a split second, swallowing hard as the lyrics remind her slightly of him – she was head over heels in love with him after all – and what made it worse? George was looking back at her.

Am I passing the test?

I’m subtly trying my best

But I’m feeling I’m feeling the sweat

Are you feeling me feeling me feeling me?

She tilts her head down slightly, trying to act as invested as she can at Arthur’s phone in a poor attempt to hide her cheeks that were burning red, feeling George’s eyes burning holes in the side of her head.

I can’t go back to normal now

Wow wow wow wow wow wow

Can’t get the right words out my mouth

Wow wow wow wow wow wow

Lily

Do you know that I’m talking about you

Let me know when you do

The song came to a smooth finish as she glances up at her best friend with a proud smile on her face, she always knew he’d make it, from the moment she saw how passionate he was about music all those years ago.

“Arthur, that’s so good!” she practically squeals in excitement, giving him a big hug.

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And that’s how she got roped into his promo.

The unreleased song blared out of Arthur’s phone that’s propped up on a tripod, her body wedged in between her best friend and the man who made her feel like a school girl with a crush, small smiles on each of their lips as they somewhat clumsily danced to the music.

George’s eyes were practically glued to her every movement as she danced in time to the song, the way her hips moved, the way her body swayed, the way her fingers ran through her hair, everything. It was like he was in a trance.

His feelings getting the better of him, he takes a shot, suddenly grabbing her hand softly in his own and spinning her around. The shocked laugh that leaves her lips is like music to his ears, and the smile on her face just makes his heart melt, his eyes full of love and adoration as he looks down at the beautiful woman in front of him, and the exact same look in her own eyes, completely lost in each other’s presence for a moment.

His hand automatically landed on the small of her back as he stops spinning her, casually supporting her in case she was dizzy, but the small action made both of their hearts race as the song comes to a close…

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Arthur Hill just posted!

User1: no one can convince me they aren’t in love. I swear.

User2: I desperately wanna be her right now I cant even function

User3: the future mrs Clarke?

User4: I know they did it but I just cant prove it

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Can’t decide if I like this or not 😭

Lmk if anyone wants a part 2! And pls keep making requests bc I have absolutely no creativity.

Request: i have a george request if thats okay 🥺 just thinking about being friends with arthur hill bc youre both music geeks who sing along to things all the time and you and george have a thing for each other but are oblivious. but arthur posts one of his promo tiktoks for a new song and you and george are featured and are both dancing and george takes your hand to spin you around and everyone goes crazy about it bc you look so happy and the look george gives you? its impossible to not notice

[hysteria-things]

english isn’t my first language so i probably wrote something wrong

but

can u write smut with matt or chris (i don’t care who) where it’s readers first time receiving oral

WOULDN'T MIND

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: soft dom!chris x reader

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: you’ve been talking to this kid from your school, and the first hang out with him will be something to remember.

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: SMUTTY, swearing, making out, marking if you squint, titty playing lol, fingering, oral (female receiving), masturbation (male)

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 907

𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: hello <3

being in the talking stage can be scary. on your birthday a few months ago, you got a notification on snapchat that read: chris sturniolo wants to be your friend!

you heard his name get thrown around all over school, so it wouldn’t hurt to add him back, right? what you don’t know is that this is the kid you’ll be almost dating.

the two of you lay on his bed, staring at the ceiling and discussing whatever your minds think of. this is the first time you guys hung out outside of school, and you can sense that something’s there. even though your friends told you the talking stage is the most dangerous.

his head rests gently on yours, some strands of hair tickling your face. “you never had a boyfriend, right?”

you chuckle, solemnly from embarrassment, but nod. “nope. i haven’t even had my first kiss yet.”

he only lets out a hum, and then it’s silent. your mind races with a million negative thoughts.

he is so going to kick you out of his house. he’s never going to want to speak with you again. he thinks you’re a loser—

“i wouldn’t mind being the first.”

eyes widening, you turn your head to see chris already looking at you. he smirks, taking his thumb and rubbing it over your bottom lip. “relax.” he mumbles, leaning in to kiss you soft and slow.

he rolls on top of you, depending the kiss before he starts running his hands under your shirt. he hesitates, but when you don’t protest, he gently cups your boobs and plays with them.

his lips travel to your neck. after a few pecks, your breath hitches, and that’s when he knows he found your sweet spot. squeezing your legs together, wetness starts to pool.

biting down, he sucks a mark carefully into your skin. a purple bruise forms as his fingers start to enter your waistband. “is this okay?”

“more than okay,” you answer out of breath.

when he gets your consent, his middle finger moves up and down on your folds, coating it with your slickness. you moan lowly, arching ever so slightly. you’re a straight-up virgin, but it’s not like you’ve never fingered yourself. alas, his fingers are much better than yours.

“m-more.” you beg. “please.”

the chuckle that leaves his throat tickles your neck. then, he takes his ring finger and circles your clit while putting the other one into your hole.

a high-pitched sound escapes your lips, mouth open with your eyes crossing. you rut your hips on his fingers, the tips of them brushing at all the right spots on your bud and walls. “f-fuck, yes.” you gasp.

the sound of arousal coating his fingers fills your ears, only making you moan louder and squeeze around him. “you like that, huh?” he whispers.

you nod frantically, moving your hips faster only for him to take his digits out. “want to feel my tongue, instead?“

a shiver runs up your spine, the softness of his lips grazing down your body as he also removes your shorts. despite it being dark and the only light in the room is his lamp, the glistening of your pussy is as clear as day.

to tease you, he licks the arousal stuck to your thighs. so close yet so far from where you want him most. you squirm, but stop once his arms wrap tightly under your knees and hold you in place.

you wince at the sudden contact with your clit, his mouth sucking on it with force. then, his tongue licks strands up your folds.

eyebrows furrowing, you pant uncontrollably. this just doesn’t feel real, but it is; and my god it feels good. his muscle goes into your sopping cunt, causing a whimper to leave your lips. “o-oh, fuck. oh-oh my god, chris.”

your hands have a mind of their own and run up your body to your tits, kneading them and toying with your nipples to get even more pleasure. he groans, the vibration having your eyes roll back.

he takes one of his hands and inserts it in your pussy along with his tongue. however, the other one finds its way into his underwear.

his palm wraps around his aching cock, pumping it quickly to the speed of the way his tongue and finger fuck you.

“don’t stop, don’t stop, don’t stop!” you repeat loudly, gripping his hair harshly.

the moans that come from him don’t help with the way your orgasm starts to build. the way he’s moving at different angles inside of you has your legs shaking, squeezing tight around his head.

chris’ thumb twirls around his tip, pre-cum leaking from it as he whimpers into your pussy. your moans gradually get louder and higher, before the knot snaps and you smear your cum all over his face.

he removes himself, resting his cheek on your leg. you’re catching your breath, but he’s still groaning and whimpering while his hand moves rapidly.

nuzzling his head more into your flesh, his knees buckle together as he moans. his hot, sticky cum spurts out and makes a mess on his hand. dripping so much that it lands on the floor below.

in silence, you guys stay in the position to catch your breath. what you do know for a fact is that this wouldn’t be the first or last time you hang out with chris sturniolo.

𝐭𝐚𝐠 𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭!

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[kidstemplatte]

papas reacting to fnaf

this is so silly but i’m a diehard fnaf fan. also i started thinking about the parallels between the afton and emeritus family and got rlly emotional LMAO. please enjoy teehee

primo

-you’re sitting at your computer, losing your fucking mind. why is night 4 so hard???

“let me try.” he says.

-you know he won’t get far, bless his heart, but you’ll let him give it a shot.

-little do you know, he’s an absolute BEAST

-he takes a seat at your desk and starts clicking.

so i… stop them?”

“yeah. just don’t let them get into the office.”

“the power’s going down.”

“yeah, when you use the cameras, turn on the lights, or use the doors, it’ll go down. then it’s game over.”

he nods.

-he’s weirdly quiet, clicking away, until you suddenly hear the joyous chimes indicating he’s survived until 6 am.

“is that all?” he goes.

-your mouth is literally agape, you’re in shock.

-it doesn’t scare him at all

-he starts playing the game at his office whenever he needs a break. doesn’t flinch.

-lowkey sheds a tear at henry’s speech.

-he doesn’t like security breach, he prefers the repetitiveness of the old games

-he takes the lore very seriously, like it’s a piece of fine literature LOL

-the story of the afton family is heartbreaking to him and he relates to it a tad </3

-his favorite game is the OG and his favorite character is freddy. he’s a simple man.

secondo

-“this is stupid. what am i supposed to- FUCK! SATANAS! STAI INDIETRO, CREATURA DISGOSTA!”

-he clears his throat.

“i was caught off guard.”

-he doesn’t want to watch the lore videos at first because he thinks it’s “childish” but soon is sucked in.

-watches the lore videos with you and is specifically fascinated with william aftons character.

-he likes kids so he’s immediately disgusted by the cruelty of his actions

-he makes it his life’s mission to unpack the psychology of william afton

-his favorite is fnaf 4, he likes the nightmare designs

-HATES BALLOON BOY. wants to punch him in the face.

-he’s not very good at the games and curses so loudly when he plays because he’s so determined to make it through the night 😭

terzo

-“five nights at freddy’s? why are you spending the night with freddy and not me?”😏

-terzo hates mascots so he’s already scared shitless.

-when he plays the game he talks to himself like a maniac.

“no. stay, bunny. do not move. you too, bear. WHERE DID THE CHICKEN COME FROM? no, let’s NOT eat- eat by yourself, chicken!”

-loses his mind at the jumpscares, screams like a little girl.

-but he’s so interested in the complexity of the lore

-terzo goes down internet rabbit holes late at night LMAO so he’s more than willing to watch lore videos with you

-bro had to do a double take when he saw toy chica💀

-“purple man? he has good taste, no?”

immediately takes it back when he finds out what his deal is

-hums the theme song while he’s at work.

-his favorite game is fnaf 2 (and it has nothing to do with toy chica)

copia

-take a shot every time i say this on my account:

copia is a big fat dork.

(but we all are too, and we love him for it)

-he doesn’t understand it’s scary at first. aww, look at the bear! clicks freddy’s nose on the poster over and over. “boing! boing! boing! boing! boing!”

-but as soon as he checks the cameras he’s like OH. i see what this is.

-he gets so stressed playing the game LMAO

-when you introduce him to the lore he’s so fascinated and deeply invested. it rattles his brain but he can’t get enough.

-the next morning after you watch a video with him he has deep eye bags. you find out he stayed up all night watching lore videos.

-soon he’s a diehard fan. he keeps merch in his office beside his comics and other collectibles.

-his favorite game is pizzeria simulator because he loves the non-scary part 😭

-he loves foxy because he’s “misunderstood”🥺

-and mangle, thinks it’s sad how the kids took her apart and put her back together :,(

-has all the plushies LOL

[bostova]

i remember being small, maybe 2 or 3 years old. i had chicken pox and was so terribly itchy, so my mother put a lotion on my itchy that smelled bad, and unnatural, and yucky on my sores and hoped that i would sleep, but she left my moon lamp on and it was too bright in my room. i held my Captain Scarlet doll and my teddy and pulled the quilt over my face, but then i got too hot. some of my scars are from the sores.

I remember earlier than that, though. I asked my mother and she told me I was too small to be able to remember it, but i can remember it better than even she had. HE came home different and unrecognisable and Scary. There was a big dark cloud outside and it was raining. His head was shaved and he was wearing a red tracksuit. He was the angriest that my small eyes had ever seen a person to be. He smashed eveything in the kitchen, it was so loud and I covered my ears, and then he made his way through the house, punching holes in our doors, stamping on my best toys and my mother's shiny things. She put me in the car before he could break us too and we drove far away for many hours and the rain was hitting the car so hard. And then... we went home again so she must have thought it was safe now for some reason. I hoped that it would be to a different house, with new toys and no holes, but it wasn't. He was gone and my mother was left to pick up all of the little pieces of plates and cups and our lives were supposed to continue as though that hadn't and wouldn't happen again.

I remember getting lost a lot when my mother would take us shopping, i never remember him being with us, so probably we were out to try and be away from him and pretend again. i remember her showing me where in the Woolworths i should go if i got lost, but i could never find where that was, nor could i find her. i cried for a while and looked at the toys that pulled my eyes into them and had probably caused me to get lost in the first place. I looked at them through their boxes and didn't understand why i wasn't allowed to open them, were they not for children like me to play with? she always found me, but i only really remember the getting lost, not the getting found.

I remember being sat in the bath when i was 3 and being sad that i was alone and had no friends to play with, then later my mother told me that i was gonna have a sister, and that she was doing that so i wouldn't be alone. i remember hoping that i could be a good sister to her, not realising that i had to be a brother which was different. i knew this from seeing some brothers in my cartoons i think. She was so small and i remember taking a picture of her with my red camera when she was born, my mother told me to make sure it doesn't flash because my sister's eyes were so small, much smaller than mine, so i covered the flash with my finger just in case.

i remember being 6 or so, and inventing worlds for my toys to live in and be happy. I wished i could live there too, and hoped that if i wished hard enough, and gave those worlds as much detail as i could, i would be able to go there. i remember copying the voices and memorising all the lines from the films my mother had taped for me, which i was allowed to watch whilst he was away. My mother always laughed when i could say the next line of the film before the tv said it. Hook was a favourite film of mine, i loved how peter was able to fly and live in such a wonderful place like Neverland, and it always made me cry when he had to go home to his own family, because it meant i couldn't pretend that he was my dad too any more.

I remember being 6 or 7 and she showed me Highlander. I loved the swords and the sound they made, and i wanted to live forever, i think she did too because she was crying a lot. The Kurgan did not scare me, as i had seen scarier things already, and his sword was much better because the spikes popped out and it was longer. But he killed Ramirez so that made him the bad guy. BETTER TO BURN OUT, THAN TO FAAAADE AWAYYY, YYYAAGH i would say often and my mother would laugh.

i didn't like school very much and the teachers did not like me either. one of my teachers always used to spell things wrong when she wrote them on the board so i would make sure to raise my hand and tell her, so she could spell it right, you are supposed to spell things right when you are a teacher because you don't want other kids to learn it wrong, this was the right thing to do, but then she wouldn't let me go to the toilet when i asked until i stopped asking. and then i got a kidney infection and had to be in the hospital with a needle for 5 whole days because i wasn't allowed to go to the toilet i think, i was 7. she made me stand up in front of the class when i came back and asked me to explain to them what what had been wrong and asked me if it burned when i went to the toilet, i said yes and my face was red and i wanted to run away but I couldn't run home, and the other children laughed. those kids in my class had made a small card for me telling me to get well soon, i didn't recognise any of the names.

i used to fall over a lot i think, i was clumsy and "uncoordinated", that was a big word i learned from the school nurse, i asked her to say it some more times and then to write it down and then i never forgot it. I would see her a lot, and i remember making her laugh once because she had to write my name in the accident book and i said "you'll find my name in there a lot!" and she said "oh, in the wars are you?" and i smiled and agreed with her, but didn't really understand what that meant.

i remember having some friends who were girls who i liked a lot, and some boys who i had to play with because those girls would also run away from me at lunch time, they said its because they don't play with boys, but I didn't really understand what that meant or why it meant i had to try and play football instead of what they were doing. i hated football and being in the mud, one boy always used to push me over and put my things in the mud because i wasn't really a boy he said and i talked funny, and he spat on my new shoes, and stole my favourite lime green transformer car. i tried to tell the teacher but she was the one who wouldn't let me go to the toilet. why did it have to be like that i wondered?

for all of those years i wished i could be back by the mountains and the sea, and the place where they meet, where i was born and it was warm. my auntie and my nain and my taid were there, so why couldn't we be too? we could just get in a car and go there, and i remember being mad at my mother for a very long time that we had to live with Him instead. it was only later that she told me it's because he was in the police and he would kill her and me and my sister if we left, and nobody would know. she had tried to tell the police before about the way he hurt us but they said they don't know what she was talking about, he would never do that, he was a good policeman. so she belived him when he promised to hurt us if we tried to get away.

i remember high school was so big and i felt so small, and now i REALLY had to be a boy, and more boys would hurt me if i tried not to be one of them. i liked books a lot, and read them whenever i could, i got good marks in english and i liked my teacher. i wrote a poem about war once, and she told me i was a dark horse, i didn't know what that meant, and i was thankful that another kid who was loud asked her what that meant so I didn't have to use my voice to do it.

it was high school where i got into music, and i realised that music was like books because it made pictures in my head, but other kids could see those pictures too and music was easier to share than a book. i got into guitar along with a few other mosher kids because punk rock was new and exciting, and easy to learn and play for people. my first guitar was 3/4 scale and had one pickup in the middle position. it was terrible and loved it, and the way it fit my body.

i grew a lot towards the end of high school, i got tall and i grew my hair long and straight, and i think a lot of girls liked me then, and i liked some too, but i had no way to talk to them any more because i still didn't want the boys to hurt me, though i was taller than them all now, which made me feel alien and strange. i was just glad that i could run away from PE to play guitar now.

college was where i met my first girlfriend, she said she loved me and she hurt me a lot and often, this was the only kind of love i knew how to receive besides the love that my mother gave which isn't what a girlfriend is for, so i gratefully accepted it, believing her when she said that if she didn't love me who else would? she did some stuff with other guys too, but thats okay because she said she didn't love them, just me, and that i wasn't allowed to talk to any girl other than her because she loved me. I believed her because why wouldn't I? i was 17 and had never been in love before.

i went to university and i learned about byron and the renaissance and shakespeare and wordsworth, about postmodernism and structuralism, and i studied film too and adaptation. i loved learning things but i could never stay and do the other fun stuff with the people in my class because i had to go home and i wasn't allowed to be far away from my girlfriend. she said i wasn't otherwise she would tell her friends about how embarrassing my body was and what i sounded like when i had sex with her, my face went red at the thought. i ate one sandwich a day for my meal, this felt like enough, but people kept asking me if i was okay. i was cold a lot, and very thin as I realised later. i grew a beard with my long hair because i wanted to embody the manliness that i saw in films and read about in books and saw in the bands i liked, then my girlfriend wouldn't be able to embarrass me to her friends.

I was 23 when she left me, I still didn't have the guts to leave her, and i cried for a long time, because i believed nobody else could ever love me. but then someone did, and i moved across the world to be with her and to get away from everything. i loved her and she loved me, and in a new special way where i didn't have to be hurt or scared, but i think she knew that the manliness was just a costume and this wasn't what she wanted. she wanted the real thing, not the pale imitation mask that i wore. we moved back to here and tried to make it work for a while until it was either we get married and decide who moves and stays where, or we go seperate ways. she chose the latter for me because i was paralysed by the idea of losing love once again.

i realised i liked boys too, a long time before that, but i had never had the chance to try things with them, to try kissing them or touching their bodies, and when i finally did i chose to wear girls clothes and underwear because that felt correct to me, and the way they touched me felt like they were touching a girl, and that felt nice. I used to step out onto the landing outside my bedroom at home with the big mirror when nobody else was home, and see what i looked like in my girl clothes. Every now and then if i held my body in a certain way I would see that girl, and then she was gone again. and i would put my metalhead guy clothes back on and feel the anger that i thought the music was giving to me. I didn't know that anger was coming from inside me, this was how it had to be for me, i was 27.

For my whole life up to that point i knew that 30 years was my cutoff point, i knew the anger that fueled me, and followed me around was also burning me out from the inside, like a tree in a fire that is left standing only as a hollow shell of itself. "no more" i said, 30 was the end of it all.

A funny thing happened though when i was 28. i met a girl at a party with some friends and felt like i recognised her, she was tall and strong and beautiful and was dressed like a wrestler for the theme of the party. I was drawn in and i had to know more about her. i realised then that we had met before, she was the brother of a boy i knew well from high school, and she was a girl now. she had done it, and i didn't know that was a thing you could just... do. she was only a year younger than me and she was a beautiful girl now, and i was speechless. i internalised that wonder, but never quite put the two together about the way i felt about myself and what she had done for herself. that came a little later when i was 29 and very quickly approaching my cutoff point. i realised then that i had to choose. I chose "fuck it, i may as well try and be a girl, i can always leave the world later if it doesn't work out"

when i was 30, and my body was now getting softer, and I was allowed to be beautiful thanks to the hormones i had waited a lifetime for, i met another beautiful girl like me. i could tell she had been sad for a long time too and was also seeing the world through the new eyes that we had given ourselves. we grew and bloomed together, we shared our plushies and added new ones to our family, and added other beautiful girls like us to our bouquet that we had met along the way, making our family bigger and bigger. we are now surrounded by our sisters and wives and partners and so much love that binds us and makes us stronger together, and we are held by it. we have love that stretches across oceans to where my wife and little girl are waiting, and are happy and held by their loves too. one day i hope we can all join up into one place, like a wild garden of flowers and plants and trees and moss and bees and bugs and dogs. i get to be a dog too now, and I like that i can forget about the bad stuff when i am allowed to be dog. i play with my stuffed toys and i eat from my bowl and I nap in my doggie bed, and when i wake i can bark at my girls and they bark back to me, our home is full of food and joy and music, this is what love is supposed to be i think.

[pielove123clan]

I'm like falling asleep at the moment so I don't recall names but give me like three random OCs to answer Philia 3 with, based on that ask game you RB'd

Philia 3 - What qualities does your oc most value in a friend?

I spun a wheel of names to get the random ocs.

Lily - I think before she kind of became a shut-in, it was kindness. She valued kindness and acceptance, just the friend putting up with her and being nice was enough for her to value them to a sickening extent. The tendancy comes back sometimes. The people who accept and like her mean the world to her.

Now, its honesty and perceived relatibility if she's able to make a friend. But there's a double standard of her not neccesarily being 100% honest and keeping that wall up in front of the person and sometimes maybe she gets wrapped up in her own dillusions to really hear anything outside her scope and she needs. She likes honesty and bluntness because she knows straight forward what the other person wants. Relatibility is kind of normal? Easy to understand? She's lost the people she once thought she'd always have by her forever, like ghost of the past that haunt her being. They were all she had to latch onto but without them, she's longing for connection to dig herself out of the hole but its difficult when you think your going to add to their agonies and problems they already deal with daily. She feels stuck. If anyone's blood should spill, it should be hers and only hers. Martyr complexes are very scary to have.

Zovasa - I still keep neglecting to develop Zovasa. On account of being a spider person, acceptance and just being there is enough for them. They don't get a lot of friends. As long as you feed them your bad luck or malicous energy (something bad, i still really don't have something to identify it as) and just let them live and be himself, you're friends now. You got yourself a spider buddy who will not leave you alone!

Milicent - She is supposed to be a more extroverted person, I need to actually put that to use. She likes a good conversation and intermingling with people so I'd say good carisma. She likes to be entertained so smooth talking her and flirting with her, that's a good in with her. She most values youthfulness, not in age but metaphorically, high spirits and energy. She is a mischievous hag sort of character. If they can keep up a good conversation and spend time with her then that is what she values.

Open-mindedness too with her being a bunch of centipedes. I just thought that up. If she really likes the friend, she might mess with them with centipedes and stuff to also gaudge how much they'd freak out if she revealed her inhumaness. She'll try to peel off that bandage little by little if she really trust the friend. That's all I can think of. Thank you.

[haunt0ravensong]

The House Guest

Summary: After a falling out with the entire gang, Kieran went off on his own and found a cabin for sale just outside of Emerald Ranch. Rumors had circulated the small ranch he works in about the cabin and how the previous owner said little people lived in their walls. He didn't think it was true until he met the tiny man himself.

Author's Note: This is an AU, obviously. Everyone is alive and had gone their own way. Arthur, Sean Lenny, and Kieran deserved better than what they got. I'm still new to writing on here so I hope you guys enjoy this :3

@pirate-pizza-party I got one done finally 👀

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Eyes watched a critter skitter about in the rundown house's kitchen. For now it's only Kieran in the new place he found himself in. It isn't much, just a lonesome cabin that was for sale just outside of Emerald Ranch. He bought it for himself when Dutch's gang had their falling out.

The previous owner died of old age, but apparently was senile as well and was mocked by their wild stories of a tiny sized man living in the walls.

Well, it seems that the elder wasn't senile after all.

 Kieran had heard stories of these tiny people- Borrowers, if he recalls, from a former calvary man in the army. Borrowers aren't entirely human looking, sometimes having some animal features to better suit their needs. But most of all, Borrowers are usually terrified of people and will move to a different place if seen. 

To be honest, Kieran never believed it, but… now he's proven wrong. If the calvary man was still alive, he'd apologize for not believing, however he decides to watch the tiny being.

From what Kieran could guess, he'd say the little one is around three, maybe four inches tall. He's assuming it's the tiny man that the elder spoke of so he's going to say "he" until told otherwise. Aside from his height, Kieran spotted what looks like a long and fuzzy tail picking up a crumb and putting it inside a very small rusack hanging off his side.

One thing that amazes him is that the little one hasn't even felt his gaze yet. At the same time though, he doesn't want him to notice he's there. If he can find a way just to talk to him, maybe he won't leave.

Kieran stayed lost in his thoughts until a tiny yelp and scattering of the silverware left on the counter got his attention. He had been finally spotted.

By the time he looked to where the tiny man was, he was already inside the mouse hole by the sink. Kieran felt terrible for scaring him off although that would've happened anyways just because of him being a scary giant.

"I'm sorry for scarin' ya," he softly whispered once close enough to the mouse hole. "I didn't mean to. Here-" he fished out a small piece of chocolate he had, "- you don't gotta accept it. It's just a peace offerin'. I'm movin' into this cabin soon so if ya stay, ya might be seein' more of me. Just know that… I'm not gonna hurt ya. Ever."

He stepped away and went upstairs to see the rest of the place so he could see what needed to be done. It was in rough shape, but nothing he couldn't fix, he remembered having to fix many posts or tents with the gang.

After finally moving in and fixing up the stable and house, Kieran began to notice that the tiny man seemed to be slightly more comfortable with being seen by him. The tiny man hasn't introduced himself yet, but he'd been either giving waves or leaving small items like pieces of silver or jewelry out for him to see. He believes that they're gifts so he accepts them and leaves out bits of food and water for him in return.

This cycle had gone on for a few weeks, and while Kieran was thankful that the man hadn't left, he still felt a little… sad that he won't get near him. He understands though and refuses to try and rush knowing him. He himself was more reserved as well.

Kieran is getting ready to head back into Emerald Ranch for his job when he spotted the tiny man watching him from atop his dresser. He smiled and waved to him, and he got a wave back along with a long tail wagging like crazy. He chuckled thinking of it being more akin to a whip than a dog tail.

He carefully stepped to the dresser and bent down to get a closer look, "Hey there."

 "Hi!" The man responded back, shocking Kieran a moment before smiling even more.

 "Seems like yer excited." He softly chuckled, "Got plans today?"

 This question seemed to change the mood slightly. Not in a bad way though. The tiny man looked down to his feet and curled his tail enough around him to begin fidgeting with it. Was he… nervous? Kieran doesn't blame him one bit. Here he is a giant looking down-

 "I…I wanted to ask if I could come along?"

  His train of thought went blank, thinking he didn't hear that right. He subtly licked his lips to ease the dryness but made sure the tiny man didn't see so he wouldn't think anything of it. He didn't want to scare him.

 "You…you want to ride with me?" He wanted to double check if he heard correctly. When he received a nervous nod in response he smiled, "Sure, I don't mind. I gotta warn ya though, I'm headin' to my job so it might be a while before we get back."

The tiny seemed prepared for this and used his tail to point behind him, "I packed! The elder used to bring me out and well… I'm a little bored staying here."

Knowing that his mind is made up, Kieran gently placed his hand upright beside the man, and he climbed on after throwing his pack on his back. Kieran was slow and steady getting him up to his shirt pocket on the front and let him slide in. With how warm it is outside, he decided to not wear his new coat.

 As he walked downstairs with his riding buddy, he introduced himself, "My name's Kieran Duffy. What's yours?"

"I'm Gray. No last name though, I don't have one."

 He felt that there was a story behind that, however he decided to leave it be. There was no need to press for personal information this early on in their budding friendship. Kieran will ask questions in time, but mostly, he'll wait until Gray chooses to be more open with him.

[rillils]

RILLLLLLSSSSSSSSS AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH HKJFHSDKJ

i so terribly want to write but i dont know howwwwwww ughhhhhhhhhh hsdkfhasdhfjk i have one (1) singular blob of words that i think is amazing, one (1) convo between them. and youre telling me that i have to write a whole fic around it 😭😭😭 how do you do it rils 😭 the little thing i wrote is so soft and so pure, i dont wanna ruin it 😭 its just steve talking and all the actions are in my head, how on earth do i put it into words

not enough appreciation is being shown to writers istg, i owe them my life

honey, you're asking the big questions here 😭😭

I know, sweetheart, writing can be both a pleasure and a struggle - actually, sometimes it is both at once xD I never got the hang of it, myself, but all the writers in the world deserve an actual medal for every single line they write and put out there for us to enjoy!!

I don't think there is one fool-proof recipe for a smooth writing session, where the words simply come to you and it's like the fic just wrote itself without any bumps in the road (that's an extremely rare occurrence, if it ever happens at all); but I do think there are some things you can consider when you're writing:

if you already know what needs to happen in your fic (that is to say, if you know what the characters are going to say and/or do), that's a good thing!! amazing, actually! I know that, when you envision a certain scene, it can be hard to translate the characters' actions into words. try to picture that scene in your head: what do you see? are the characters talking? if they're talking, what's the tone of their conversation? are they whispering, are they chatting, are they arguing, yelling, laughing...? how do they feel: are they happy, anxious, angry, sad...? you can focus on their mannerism too, to convey their emotions: are they gesticulating? are they tense, maybe sitting up too straight? are they nervous, bouncing their leg, biting their lip? are they comforting someone? are they showing affection with their body language? leaning into the other character's space, or touching them, or snuggling up to them, hugging/kissing/sharing meaningful looks? there are so many things you can try and explore with your writing! which, maybe that makes it feel even more scary sometimes, but you don't have to explore everything all at once. you don't have to already have everything set clearly in your mind from the get go: you can build your fic (or your scene) little by little, line by line. one step at a time, honey <3 and if you don't like the first draft, don't worry! first drafts are made to be edited and changed and even taken apart, that's perfectly normal!

you won't ruin your fic, honey, trust me on that <3 now you have the foundations: all you're going to do is, you'll keep building on those foundations, and around them, bit by bit, without hurry, because there is no hurry. you'll pour all your love into it, and you'll watch it grow, until you feel that it has reached its natural end.

the thing about completing a story is, the finished product won't always look like what you had in mind originally. it's so very common for a writer's plans to be completely derailed, and that's okay! the writing experience is unpredictable, but that's half the fun of it <3 the finished fic might look a bit different than what you set out to write in the first place, but that doesn't make it bad, believe me.

you're the one writing this fic. which means that you're probably going to be reading, and re-reading, and editing and tweaking it over and over again. the reader has the privilege of looking at the finished product, without seeing the struggle and labour that went into it; but you, you've seen every stage of it, from when your fic was just a couple of snippets with a big hole in the middle, that you weren't sure how to fill in just yet, to when it finally looked like a whole story. you've re-read every line and wondered if that was the right phrasing, the right rhythm, if the character's voice felt right or if it was off. you took it apart and put it back together over and over. which is why, your own writing is never going to look perfect to you, especially when you're still in the process of writing your story. but more often than not, when you leave it alone and come back to it after a little while, you'll find yourself thinking: "hey, actually this wasn't half as bad as I thought it was!"

I don't know if any of this is going to help at all, but... if you're struggling with your writing, please know that you're not alone <3 That being said, I hope you do finish the fic you're writing, and I'm looking forward to reading it, because you're amazing and I just know that you're doing a fantastic job, darling <3 Happy writing, my dear!!

[dragonballnewstar]

Match Maker- Any of my muses that catch your attention

//-gestures to your entire blog, then to my entire blog- TAKEYOURPICK

Okay okay okay so strap in we got a lot aksj

TATER - she's adorable and I'm pretty sure her and Ampa would be cute friends. Spencer would be smitten because he has 1 braincell and she was nice to him. I don't think Tater could put up with Kali in big doses and Dakkori would exhaust the poor girl...her and Boba...? Idk probably also cute friends!

CUMBER - Scary big man but would be funny if Dakkori pokes the beehive. Not sure the result with the others? I'm open though! Spencer would avoid him because that's a Big Dude

TRUNKS AND GOTEN - okay I'm biased....I have loved them since GT days. I've been dying for more Goten and I'm loving their dumb little super hero thing in the manga rn. Ampa loves super heros (her aunt has a whole super hero identity--) and the tech thing for the Briefs house could work. Spencer would probably get them into trouble. Kali *is* trouble lolol

RADITZ - I'm actually loving our thread with him and Dakkori /)(\ I want good things for the Radish and I'm happy to have helped in a thread for him to reach super saiyan..I'm open for the others too, like Boba would have to work with him in Conton if we're doing a Xenoverse-verse lol

YAMCHA - I just want good things for him...I'm liking our thread with him and Kali, but Kali is also notorious for getting bored of "comfortable"...

ANDROID 16 - Easyily a cute friendship with Ampa. She's literally already related to 17 and loves robotics and androids in general

FU - The largest and most irritating thorn in Boba's side. She's supposed to manage a city and he keeps opening holes for funsies. I feel like he'd find Kali neat in a scientific way because she's a "core person", but didn't come from the tree. Spencer fears getting dissected...

SHIN - Kali just wants to make him squirm there's no wholesome from her on this one

Miguel - Him and Boba have a similar work ethic, but also since you mentioned his device....Ampa loves building tech lol they also both got weird mouth quirks and fangs, but hers don't paralyze people--

I think i covered everything im sorry its so much

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[spadeselfshipcorner]

SPADE x HUNTER Chronicles

The Hunter Exam Pt. 3

In case you don't come from the main post, hi. This is my attempt to fully insert my HxH S/I in the main story! Gotta thank my friends whose feedback has kept me motivated to continue writing and finally posting this work, because my original plan was to keep it to myself lol

January 7th

OST: Sleepwalking Orchestra

12:00 PM

The second phase was held by two Gourmet Hunters, Menchi and Buhara. We first had to catch and roast a Great Stamp for Buhara! The Great Stamp is a very large and ferocious pig that only lives in the Visca Forest. It seemed like our attacks weren’t doing anything, until Gon found out its weak spot, we all followed his lead and quickly got back to camp and got cooking. Buhara ended up eating about 70 of those pigs which shouldn’t be humanly possible, literally where did he put them? A black hole? I’m glad I was fast enough to catch my pig, otherwise I would’ve been eliminated. Menchi’s phase is where things started to go downhill. She asked us to make nigiri sushi, which was a dish I’d NEVER heard of, since it wasn’t common in Itaria. We tried to speculate what it might’ve required, until Kurapika recalled reading about it, figuring out the other main ingredient, other than rice, was raw fish. Leorio accidentally revealed that to the rest of the examinees, so we all had to rush and catch fish. I’d never been the best fisherman, but I managed to secure a couple of them and get back to my station. I looked carefully at what had been provided and I remembered the knives, which suggested that perhaps the fish should be fileted… I’d never done that before, but I wasn’t going to give up. I fileted a fish, taking the scales and skin away too, then I tried to take out as many fish bones as I could. I saw people around me already bringing their dishes to Menchi, which made me quite anxious, I was taking too long. I cut the filet in small bits and rolled rice around them, making little cylinders with a fish center. I was trying to take this seriously, I could feel the examiners’ eyes on me, so scary! In the end all my efforts were in vain though, as Menchi took a look at my sushi and said it was the wrong shape for a nigiri sushi, though she didn’t seem too upset when I presented mine, at least she didn’t throw it away, just gave it back to me.

People kept bringing failures to Menchi and her anger grew, until Hanzo brought actual nigiri sushi to her! But… it wasn’t good enough and he got rejected. He did end up spilling the beans on what sushi was, and everyone tried making it, but at that point Menchi was pissed and judged everyone super harshly, until she was full and outright refused to test anyone, making it so that nobody actually passed. It was then that the Hunter Association’s chairman showed up, and convinced Menchi to give us another challenge. We all got into the blimp and traveled to Split Mountain. The chairman was a legit weird dude… who let him be chairman? Well, at least he got us a second chance at the exam, after traveling for a whole month, I was definitely not going back home empty-handed.

01:00 PM While on the airship, Leorio came up to me and we had a little talk again. Chatlog:

– [Leorio]: "So uh, this has been quite the eventful exam so far, huh?"

[Spade]: “Indeed it has... I wonder what Split Mountain will look like, it has such a peculiar name!"

[Leorio]: “Hm… from the name, I expect it’s gonna be a huge mountain with a split down the middle!”

[Spade]: "True... or maybe it could have one side looking a certain way, and the other could be the total opposite!"

[Leorio]: "Yeah, split might mean two sides of opposite nature... that certainly would be interesting to see."

[Spade]: "Yeah... it sounds like something fun to draw, don't you think?"

[Leorio]: "Ah, so you like to draw?"

[Spade]: "Yeah... I e-even brought a sketchbook with me, though so far I haven't had the time to doodle anything today, it's just been so intense!"

[Leorio]: "No way, you brought a sketchbook with you? You actually draw in your spare time? Now I really want to see your drawings!"

[Spade]: "Huh? I-I mean I guess I could... here, these are from my month-long trip across the ocean"

[Leorio]: "Wow, these look amazing... You really did these all yourself? You've got some real skill, you know that?"

[Spade]: "Ah! Uh... thanks... I just... draw what I see y'know? Not too... difficult"

[Leorio]: "Yeah, right, like the way you do it isn't difficult at all… These drawings look way too good for just simple doodles. I mean, you've got some real talent behind you, Spade."

[Spade]: "I- ... thank you... it means a lot- you know, I really want to eventually turn my art into a way to make money one day... still trying to figure out how"

[Leorio]: "You want to make money with your art? You mean like being an artist to support yourself?"

[Spade]: "Y-yeah! Though.. Like I said, I don't know what exactly I want to do. I always liked making landscapes, but... hm, I dunno..."

[Leorio]: "Landscapes, hm? You really do have a way with drawing landscapes well. Your drawings are really detailed..."

[Spade]: "I try my best! And- this exam is really getting me inspired, we've already seen so many crazy places! Drawing sights that normal people are unlikely to see... is honestly one of my favorite things!"

[Leorio]: "Well, I guess it's certainly a good thing that the exam has inspired your art. Hopefully you will have the opportunity to draw more incredible things as the exam goes on." –

Once we got to Split Mountain, we were tasked with retrieving a Spider Eagle egg from a ravine. I was terrified. If there’s something that scares me, free-falling into the void is that one thing. I was really considering dropping out, but I couldn’t, I didn’t want to get back to Itaria without a license. I jumped down after Leorio and Kurapika, but my hands slipped from the net! Kurapika luckily managed to catch me and give me enough swing to reach the net again. I literally owe this guy my life. We all got our eggs and waited for a huge gust of wind to sweep us back up to the surface, safe and sound, with an egg in hand. As soon as my feet touched the ground, I felt a presence behind me, and when I turned around it was Leorio, looking extremely concerned. He scolded me, saying I should be more careful. He sounded like a mom. I just hugged him, which he seemed okay with, I mean he hugged back… I don’t know why I hugged him. Maybe the stress of the situation made me emotional. The eggs tasted… REALLY good. I spotted Hisoka eating his, and even he seemed to love it. So weird, I guess even crazy men can enjoy good food.

OST: Kyoshu 04:00 PM We got onto Netero’s airship so that we could start heading to the third phase of the exam. After dinner, I stuck around with Leorio and Kurapika while Gon and Killua went to explore the airship. We were all about ready to crash at that point, but we still found it in ourselves to talk for a bit. Chatlog:

–

[Spade]: "Thanks again for catching me, I- literally owe you my life, man-"

[Kurapika]: "I did what anyone would do if they saw somebody about to fall, it was nothing to be thankful for."

[Spade]: "Still... this exam is a competition, I-I'm pretty sure some wouldn't have been as kind"

[Kurapika]: "Yeah... I guess so… still, we may be competing against each other, but we're also a team of some sort. We won't leave anyone behind just because we're supposed to compete."

[Spade]: "A... team...?"

[Leorio]: "Well, yeah! I mean we've been going through this exam together, and it's not like we can just leave each other behind. We're gonna have each other's backs no matter what, right?"

[Spade]: "R-right... *sniffle*"

[Leorio]: "Ah, now there's no need to cry, Spade. We're friends now, alright? You don't need to cry over having people care about you, it's a good thing..."

[Spade]: "I-I know... I know, it's silly, I just can't... help it..."

[Leorio]: "It's not silly, it's very human… No need to feel embarrassed... it's normal to feel emotional like this."

[Spade]: "Thank you... to the both of you..."

–

After that, we all end up falling asleep.

Part 2 | Part 3

Master post

Proship/Comship and Kink blogs DNI

[the-firebird69]

Fully Custom 2019 HD Sportster 48

This guy is somebody knows and he said what the hell man sell Harley-Davidsons and he said no and I said you will and he said how he said I had two car tires on the back and he said oh no start making them he's got a few renditions but this one's his favorite and it's light and the motor is most of the weight and it goes really really fast as a fly trike it's the famous flying most famous fly version because it has more power and can deliver more air and you can steer and the front you make a solid rim and he did catch on that and you completely put like a special fairing this is amazing okay we are going through this right now and really at like 50 mph you can steer and it does take seconds to go that fast and you can do it with a rear tires if you have to and we are seeing the numbers up to 200 trillion in the United States and they're converting them now the rest of the world is about 400 trillion total in Asia they have about 300 out of the 400 trillion it's going to be something then the max are going to get their asses kicked because people are going after their Harley-Davidsons

What a wonderful day this tops it all off they're out there getting the diamonds and the shelf is lowering they're pulling them out of the sand everywhere and these guys missed half of them and they didn't go down all the way these guys are just plunging it down and pulling them out and it's a bigger machine and it works easier and they're getting twice as many but they have to get some and they're pulling them all out so far from one mile to 20 mi the sand is dropped 20 ft and our son and daughter say that's a lot I think because of the area is huge and it is true the water is flowing out very fast right now and it's down about a foot from where it was a couple hours ago at that time it was two feet down from the very high tide Mark which is what a foot above the clams so it's 2 ft below the clams and it's not low tide and that is about 5 hours away and it's moving and it really made a huge difference the big huge dirt barrier off Charlotte isn't stopping the water at all they are plowing it out though and they have half of the one in Tampa plowed out in a third of the one in Sarasota and they're going to finish up tonight and they'll start on the other ones tomorrow morning and then running shifts in that huge tractors like five miles long and about 3 miles high and the tracks are buried in the water the whole time and they have to watch out for holes so they have a team it is amazing they're pretty quick and it's amazing machines and scary what they can do and they feel feeling of power Tampa is emptying and it's going to save people down here we are safe by these guys doing this and they're pushing the dirt and spreading it and they're leaving the trough and it's going out real fast now when they push the dirt out it's deeper than it was but only by a few feet and it's going to be dropping it's going to be dropping pretty good because they're pulling the diamonds out around all of Florida 20 miles practically all of them and they're going to unplug some of these tunnels pretty soon maybe even tonight but the drop of 20 ft out to 20 mi from 1 mi has created a flow of water out of Florida and every portion of it it's going out very fast and what's sent out there are nutrients and the algae is already growing and it's doubling it up and there's going to be oxygen here tomorrow probably 20 during the day and about 27 at night starting tomorrow it's going to grow massive at a massive race growing now but it's going to increase rapidly during the sun sunshine and people are going to start getting sick and our son will feel better and I get a little headache and feel better then feel really good it's going to be staying because that much is just going to keep going out it's a very precarious thing it's been real annoying getting there but finally..

This is a major event it's like the birth of the eagles and a huge number of songs for about this that they sing it's it's just about freedom and the motorcycle too I turned into this it's the same thing as the trike you just put the rear end on and you it's easier now but you have to add a few more parts and it's really great I mean these things scream you should see I think about 20,000 miles an hour and you have to outfit them with all sorts of stuff to go that fast regular ones about 4 or 5,000 and fast enough for most everyone they're great in the tunnels and they're great everywhere you go you don't have to worry and people don't have a fly car can't afford when I got to get these and people are going to buy Harley-Davidsons and they're going to have to open it up and they're going to have to have us do it and they want us to and we get it too and the max do not want it they turn into wimps and they have a problem and they messed up more shortly

Thor Freya

Olympus

Zues Hera

[phireflies]

𝘀𝗵𝗮𝗿𝗲𝗱 𝗽𝗼𝗽𝘀𝗶𝗰𝗹𝗲𝘀

childhood best friends, things only you know, and secrets.

pairing; steve harrington x fem!reader

warnings; steve is sorta mean for a little bit, childhood bestfriends to lovers (almost), neighbors <3, swearing, best friend robin, mutual pining (but its secret...), not edited,  lmk if i need to add anything :)

wc; 4k

memories were a tough thing. on one hand, they were nice, they were a place you could escape to when things got hard. on the other, they could open up a hole in your chest and bring you the most pain you’ve ever felt.

needless to say, you were iffy on remembering things, especially when they came to a certain someone with big hair.

you put your mother’s photo album in your lap and skimmed through. polaroids decorated the carefully thought-out pages. you came across a page full of firsts, and touched one of them. it read;

FIRST BIKE RIDE.

“stevie!” you dragged out. “you’re too fast!”

steve looked back at you, not hearing what you said. he waved. “catch up!”

steve learned how to ride a bike faster than you, and took the liberty of teaching you. he was just kind like that.

it was a hot day in hawkins, and steve had noticed your garage was open. he had an extra bike, although it was too big, even for him. he had just learned how to ride a bike, and you, being his best friend,  just had to learn too.

“you’re getting it! kind of wobbly, but you’re staying up!” he praised.

it was fun, though you were behind him most of the time. you ended up a couple blocks away. you both were sweaty.

steve, even though you two were nine, was already so touchy. it was just how he was programmed. he had an arm slung around your shoulder, holding you close. “you ready to head back now?”

you laughed and joked, “no.” you mounted the bike anyway.

it was hard to relive the memories as you looked at the pictures.

moving onto the next, it was a blurry photo titled;

DIVING CONTEST.

you were on the edge of the pool, steve was in the water under you.

“you can do it, just dive over me!” he pressured you.

it was something he learned recently, diving. he made you stand in the deep end while he dived over you. it was scary, the thought of him landing on you.

he looked up to you with puppy dog eyes, begging you to try and dive.

“oh, i really hate you!” and with that, you dove. you didn’t want to brag, but you felt as if you dove better than steve.

as you surfaced, steve was clapping. “you did it! what’d i tell you?”

he hugged you for your bravery.

summers were mostly spent at steve’s, since he had a pool. his parents were gone most of the time too, so you didn’t have any eyes on you, telling you what you can and can’t do.

you two were fourteen.

the next photos were taken when you and steve had turned sixteen, and he had just gotten his car, a beautiful maroon BMW. he took you everywhere in it. there were pictures of you and steve on the hood with ice cream, you and steve headbanging to music you wouldn’t normally think of headbanging to, and one of you and steve off to your first day of high school.

highschool was scary for you, you knew that steve was going to do his own thing and leave you to do yours. that was okay, that’s how life worked.

in the year leading up to freshman year, you noticed that steve was changing. he was going out more, mostly late at night. you knew this because you could see him getting ready in his room, as his window was right across from yours. he didn’t bring you with him.

you two were young, and people grew apart. you knew that.

however, if you closed your eyes and tried hard enough to visualize it, you could picture him slipping from you. he was dangling over a black abyss, gripping onto your wrist. you were trying so hard to keep a hold on him, but he was slipping ever so slightly.

“hey babe, you’re doing it again.” a familiar voice pulled you out of your daydream.

you shake your head. “sorry, robin. it’s just... hard.” you say, pushing the photo album out of your lap. you gave a weak smile.

robin sat next to you on the floor, eyes skimming over the photos. “it’s alright, i understand how it feels to lose people.” she looked at you, then corrected herself, “or feeling like you’re going to lose someone.”

“am i going to lose you?”

she laughed, “you are such an idiot! you’ll never lose me, dingus.”

robin made it all better.

it was sophomore year, and your grip on steve had loosened even more. it scared you to no end.

you had found robin and immediately hit it off. you two were inseparable during freshman year. you still talked to steve of course, but rarely. he would avoid your eyes in the halls if he was with his friends, and would give you a small wave and smile if he was alone.

it was different outside of school though. he would also have his window open so you could hear his music playing. he would invite you over to swim, even if it was too cold to swim, but his pool was heated for christ’s sake.

when he invited you over to swim, you would always end the night in his room, on his bed. it was more intimate than it had been when you were kids. you sat and talked for hours, still damp from swimming.

you learned that he had his first kiss, and almost made it to second base but the girls parents walked in. you laughed at that. “you’re so stupid.” you would say.

steve was going to parties, but you knew that. you could see his headlights turn on every night he left.

he seemed so happy to have his group of friends, but you knew that they weren’t good people. they were awful, and would only continue to get worse.

when steve asked how you had been, you had to refrain from saying, “i’m awful steve. nothing is enjoyable anymore, because you aren’t with me.”

you settled for “i’m decent, getting good grades.”

steve’s music taste hadn’t changed much. he still put on shitty pop music only you liked. that was a secret he would kill you for if you ever let it out. he would die if his cool new high school friends ever knew he enjoyed shitty pop.

“hey, what do you say we go make some milkshakes?”

“milkshakes?”

robin jumped up. “yeah! how hard can it be? you have ice cream and milk right? just blend ‘em together and you’ve got a milkshake!”

you laughed. you loved robin.

your milkshakes turned out bad. they were too milky and not as frozen as normal milkshakes. you were eating them in your backyard. the grass was making your legs itch. the sun was setting.

“is that-?” robin asked. a car was pulling into the driveway of the house beside you.

“yup. let’s go in, yeah?” you ask and she nodded.

it was a blessing and a curse that you could look directly into his window from yours.

“oh my god! my eyes! they burn!” robin exclaims. as usual, steve had a girl over.

“god, why can’t he buy curtains?”

“his ego’s too big for that.” robin joked, and you laughed. hard. it was true, steve’s ego had grown bigger than his hair.

you sighed and flopped onto your bed. “what do you say we watch some awful movies?”

“i thought you’d never ask.”

junior year came around and steve had grown even more distant. he didn’t invite you inside anymore. you could see his room had changed, it wasn’t as childish as before. his walls were bare and weird. he shut you out of that part of his life.

he invited you over to swim once, then kicked you out when he remembered he had a girl coming over.

“why are you being like this?” you ask. your voice was small. you didn’t think it would come to this.

he scoffed. “what are you talking about?”

“you’re not... you anymore. not the steve i used to know.”

“i’m the same, it’s you that changed.” he spit. it was out of character for him, even then.

you did change, you could admit that, but you didn’t change nearly as much as him. he got mean. he wasn’t the little boy you would share popsicles with anymore.

after being pushed out of his yard, you sulked into your house and into your room. you were still dripping water. you wiped your eyes, confusing the wetness for water. it was tears. steve harrington had made you cry.

you dried off and went to call robin. “robs?”

“what’s up?” she said unusually chipper. “something wrong?”

“i don’t know. i’m so confused.”

“i’ll be over in a few, i’ve got red vines.” and she hung up.

you laughed through tears. you didn’t even like red vines.

robin slept over and left in the early morning, before you woke up. robin ate all of the red vines while you vented about steve. it was then that you admitted you loved him. something you thought you’d keep hidden away, somewhere where no one could find it.

“i get that, loving someone who doesn’t love you back.” she said. you didn’t know what she meant, but you appreciated it.

you got dressed, rubbing your face aggressively before walking out the door. a part of you wondered if steve felt bad for last night, if he would offer you a ride to school. he hadn’t driven you anywhere in years, though. it’s alright, you had your bike. the one steve had given to you when he taught you how to ride.

the air was getting colder, a sign of fall. it reminded you of the days you spent in steve’s bed watching movies, of when he would make you hot chocolate and get mad if you joked about spilling it in his bed.

when you arrived to school, you saw steve and a girl sitting on his hood. she was a different girl than the numerous others you had seen with him. perfectly permed blonde hair and bright pink lips. did he even really like her?

you didn’t want to watch, but you couldn’t pull your eyes off them. she was laughing loudly about something he said, putting a hand on his chest and leaning in.

it aggravated you for some reason. she wouldn’t know him like you did. none of the girls would know him like you did. no one would know about the scar on his right knee, and they wouldn’t know that he got it from a parkour mishap. they wouldn’t know that the large freckle on his right shoulder was used as the center for a flower, one that you drew on him. they wouldn’t even know that he tolerated shitty pop music. he tolerated it for you.

they didn’t know steve like you knew steve.

as you were remembering little details about him, you heard laughing. they were laughing at you. you felt your face heat up, and your feet moved faster than your brain could even process that they were laughing at you.

“oh my god.” you whispered. “what was i just doing, oh god!”

“hey, are you o-” robin said as you passed her.

you ran into the bathroom and slid down the wall. normally, you would dread even coming into the bathroom, especially sitting on the floor.

robin was close to follow. “what’s going on? did someone say something? i’ll beat them up.”

you laughed. robin would definitely not beat someone up, but the thought was nice. “no, it’s me. i don’t know what’s wrong with me. he’s... he’s slipping from me.”

“steve? why’s he slipping?”

you explained to her what you visualize, him slipping from your grasp every waking hour, and how bad it hurt.

robin was, rarely, lost for words. she resorted to hugging you, though the position was awkward.

“fuck him.”

you laughed, ignoring the tears coming out of your eyes. “yeah, fuck him.”

robin had lifted you up off the ground and walked you to your class. first period was the only hour you didn’t have with steve, thank god. you could feel the day already passing by as slow as it possibly could.

by the time third period had rolled around, you couldn’t ignore steve’s presence anymore. it seemed as if he was trying even harder to be obnoxious.

you raised your hand. “can i use the bathroom?” the teacher began to shake his head before you spoke up again. “girl problems.”

as if “girl problems” was something to never be spoken about ever, everyone got silent and turned to look at you, including steve. you fought the urge to look back, but could feel his eyes burning into your back. it was almost too bad. the teacher nodded and you grabbed your bag and left.

you wouldn’t be going back to that classroom today.

once in the bathroom, you were relieved to see it was empty.

if someone asked you to describe how you were feeling, you would say a leaf. a leaf that someone burned using a magnifying glass, something could easily be blown away and forgotten. in a way, you had been easily blown away and forgotten. you never thought this would happen.

soon, the bell rang and it was time for lunch. you and robin sat at a designated picnic table outside. she was usually late, and this day was no different.

one thing you hated was how steve’s group had gravitated towards the outside. it’s stupid, you thought. why would people just now begin to eat outside if the weather was getting colder?

while waiting for robin, your brain had flipped a switch. you needed to confront steve, you were done running away.

he wasn’t far away from you, another thing you hated.

“steve, can i talk to you?” you were shaking, oh god how you hated that.

steve just looked around and laughed, “any of you know her?” and everyone said “nope”.

you finally lost your grip on him.

and that was it. you were running. you cursed yourself for not just sitting and waiting for robin.

you cursed high school, for the way it took your best friend from you, or maybe it wasn’t high school. maybe it was steve himself. maybe you two just weren’t made to be friends for that long. maybe your friendship had an expiration date, and it had run out.

you didn’t want to be at school anymore, and you were okay with getting shit for ditching. you just couldn’t handle it anymore - the embarrassment. no one knew you, no one knew that you and steve are friends. were friends.

grabbing your bike and unlocking it, you rode away from school. people were looking, you knew that.

getting home, you didn’t bother to use the kickstand on the bike, you just let it fall to the ground. steve would’ve hated seeing that. good, you thought.

you had a box under your bed that you hated getting out, it hurt too bad. it was full of notes that steve had written you, notes in your locker in freshman year, notes in your lunches from second grade. you had matching mood rings in there, including his. he said “i’m getting too old to wear this, you can have it. y’know, for memories.” god how that hurt.

you wanted so badly to throw it away. you wanted to chuck the whole box out of the window and light it on fire. “no, god, no.” you said to yourself. you were being irrational. you would regret it if you destroyed it. what if steve wanted to talk again? but, you thought, that’ll never happen.

senior year was both fun and hard. fun because it was your last year in that god forsaken high school, and hard because steve had gotten even more popular. he was the king of hawkins high. he forgot you even more.

he didn’t invite you over anymore, and he finally got curtains.

he started dating nancy wheeler, a junior. you liked her, she was always nice to you. she was so smart too. you hated to think it, but you couldn’t stop wondering why they got together. she seemed too good for him.

you and robin had grown closer over the year. so close that you two had your own box. steves box was shoved haphazardly into your closet, forgotten.

school was strange, steve seemed to look at you more, but you didn’t know if he wanted to. you could feel his gaze on you, and when you turned back he immediately looked away. he was blushing almost, but you pushed that out of your mind.

“hey, you listening?”

you shook your head. it was a regular occurrence that you would daydream. “yeah, sorry. what were you saying?”

“there’s a party tonight, at tina’s.” robin mentioned.

“oh right. no way am i going to that.” you laughed. you weren’t a fan of parties, but you weren’t opposed to going to one. the only thing keeping you from this one was steve. he would undoubtedly be there.

robin sighed, “look, i know it’s about steve.” you looked at her. “which is fine by the way! i just think that this would be an opportunity to talk to him, y’know?”

you groaned loudly. “i love you robin, but you are so stupid sometimes.”

she laughed, “i know. but seriously, i think going to this party will be good for you, get your minds off things. who knows, maybe steve will come to you.”

you ran your hands down your face. “i don’t even have a costume.”

she shrugged. “so what? i’m sure people will be too excited to get drunk and forget to wear costumes.”

robin said she couldn’t come because her parents were expecting her home. you understood, but your hands were sweating from nerves as you opened the door to the house alone. robin was wrong for the most part, people were in costumes, with the majority wearing them.

the floor was sticky and stained, and it smelled like sweat. the living room was filled with teens dancing. it was shoulder-to-shoulder. loud music blasted throughout the house.

it seemed that you got there at the right time, as you saw steve stumbled down the stairs and out of the house. he looked angry, and sad almost.

though you had no alcohol in your system, you felt drunk, not in your right mind. you would never do this sober.

you tried to follow steve out of the house, but kept getting pushed around. it was all too hot in there, and you felt sticky. something definitely spilled on you.

by the time you got outside, steve was sitting on the porch. very few people were sat outside, and the few who were outside were smoking.

you exhaled, you didn’t even know you were holding your breath. you sat down next to steve.

“hi.”

he looked at you strange, as if he was trying to remember who you were. you felt your heart break into a million tiny pieces. “hi.” he finally said.

“i’m sorry if this is weird-” you began.

he cut you off. “no, it’s alright. i should be sorry.”

you should be, you thought. “why?”

he laughed. “i was an asshole, i am an asshole.”

“yeah.” you agreed. he was an asshole. “what did i do to make you so... mean to me?”

he shook his head and looked you in the eyes. you were almost too close. he still smelled the same. “you didn’t do anything. i was so closed off from everyone that i forgot everything i knew. i forgot that you were a human.”

you laughed as you felt your eyes welling up with tears. “i get that. do you wanna, i don’t know, take a walk?”

he nodded his head and stood up. “sure.”

as you walked inside the house again, you felt everyone’s eyes on you. why were you, a nobody, walking with steve harrington, and leading him somewhere no less.

steve took a deep breath when you got out of the cramped house, like he had been holding his breath the whole time. you wouldn’t blame him though, you almost couldn’t breathe at all in there.

“i’m sorry to pry, but did something happen in there? you seemed all... upset.”

he nodded. his voice was small, like he was a child again. “yeah, nancy uh, she said it’s all bullshit. i’m bullshit.”

“why?”

he shrugged and kicked a rock on the sidewalk. “she said, ‘like we’re in love’. i just walked out, i didn’t know what to do.”

“i’m sorry.” you said. you were sincere, knowing how much that must’ve hurt.

“it’s alright, i think it’s over. me and nance.”

“high school’s a bitch.” you said simply. he laughed. you loved his laugh. you missed his laugh.

“i missed you.”

you almost didn’t hear it. it took you a couple seconds to respond. “i missed you too.”

“what do you say we go back to mine and share a popsicle? like the old times.”

if you had time to visualize it, you would’ve seen steve standing under you, ready to catch you. you were the one falling this time.

“yeah, i’d like that.”

steve’s house was the same as you remembered it. it was bare, no real use for a decorated house if there was only really one resident.

he pulled a popsicle out of the freezer and broke it in half. “for you.” he kneeled down and presented it like a ring, like he would when you were kids.

“thank you, kind sir.”

he laughed. it still felt weird, talking to him. it felt too natural, but you guessed it was natural.

he led you outside, to the loungers next to the pool. it was too cold to be outside, but it felt warmer with steve there.

he was staring at you, you felt it. it was silent for a few minutes. “you still have it?”

“what?” you said. he pointed to your wrist. “oh yeah, i forgot about it.”

“i still have mine.” he said. he was talking about the matching friendship bracelets you had made. they were around five years old and they definitely showed it. yours had lost it’s bright color and had turned a nasty gray. “i didn’t like, willingly take it off if that means anything. it fell off in the shower. it’s in my wallet.”

“that means a lot, steve.” you said, genuinely. “it took me hours to make that shit.”

you both laughed. deep down, you hoped a part of him felt the same way you did, happy, relieved.

“i know a shitty popsicle doesn’t make anything better, it doesn’t excuse my actions,” he looked at you in the eyes again. “but if you’d let me, i’d like to make it up to you. drive you around, take you to the movies, everything we said we’d do but never got to.”

“are you asking me on a date, harrington?” you laughed. your face felt hot, too hot for the temperature outside.

he shrugged, “nah, i would never go on a date with you.” you could tell he was being sarcastic. he’s back, you thought. you missed his sarcasm. “but would you like that? to be friends again?”

you smiled. “yeah, i would.”

and you fell into a comfortable silence again. “did you know i had like, the biggest crush on you?”

you blinked. “what?”

“when we were kids, i was crushing on you, hard.” he laughed. “that’s sorta why i left you hanging. you didn’t feel the same way and i couldn’t handle that sort of rejection.”

“you’re an idiot, steve.”

you both laughed.

“what does that mean?”

“it means i liked you too, and if i’m being completely honest here, and don’t you dare make fun of me, i don’t think that crush went away.”

he smiled at you. “yeah, it’s kinda obvious. you’re very obvious.”

“i am not!” you leaned over to hit his shoulder.

again, you two just laughed. it felt good. it felt right.

something in his eyes and the way he looked at you told you his crush hadn’t gone away either.

steve had caught you.

[localicecreambiter]

I got you (part 2) (its not very long, I apolgize)

I called this one: link and ravio build a shelf, I guess??

Long, hard days of work followed with a couch nap are always Link's favorites. He got everything done, found enough solace for sleep, and didn't even have to worry about dinner. His eccentric house leech (read: roommate) insisted Link rest while he cooked, and for a currently freeloading merchant, that guy could cook. It was a pleasant surprise how much help around the house Ravio offered (except for when he rearranged the furniture, Link hated that) considering his lazed (albeit charasmatic) introduction.

The things he tended to think of as he drifted to a blissful slumber often consisted of his rabbit themed companion, or his apple orchard, or his ever growing colony of bees. Sometimes, it was about what Ravio would make for dinner, or the meetings he had lined up with the princess. Never did he think his nap would be interrupted by the loud THUD of a crate being dropped against a wood floor. The hero sat bolt upright, alert and scanning the living room for signs of movement. His freeloader (roommate) had left under the guise of grocery shopping (the pantry was full enough yet Link had been too tired to be suspicious) so no one should have been in the house. Quietly, he slipped off the couch and crept over to the front door to check the peep hole.

Uh oh. With how pleased Ravio looked through the distorted glass, Link could already tell he wasn't going to like what followed the door opening. A sigh heavy with annoyance broke the comfortable silence, leaving one more moment of peace before letting his Lorulian counterpart in.

"Oh! Link! Good, you're already awake!" It always caught him off guard when the merchant bothered to use his real name. At one point, he was convinced Ravio didn't even remember what it was with all the "Mr. Hero" nonsense. "Do you mind helping me carry this in? It's rather heavy."

"This doesn't look like groceries to me, Ravio," Link said through a yawn, leaning down to pick up the box without a second thought. Look, he may be a grouch but he wasn't going to leave it for the merchant to handle. It'd scratch up his floors. "You said you stopped buying things by the crate."

"Well, in my defense, it was a great deal!" The merchant trailed behind Link, closing the door with a soft click behind him. Sheerow chirped, swooping past the two to land on top the crate. "Sheerow agrees. You need more organization, Mr. Hero."

"So, I was right. Not groceries." The hero rolled his eyes (fondly, mind you) and set whatever trinket Ravio found down in the middle of the living room. "Mind telling me what it actually is, then?"

"A cabinet. Very versatile, might I add. Not only does it have shelves, but multiple hidden compartments and drawers! With all the scary dangerous items you hoard-"

"Collect," Link introjected, crossing his arms with a huff.

"That you hoard, I thought you needed more places to put it all." Ravio was practically brimming with excitement, bouncing on his heels as be bragged about his haggling skills. Less than 400 rupees wasn't bad for an enchanted cabinet, but the distinct lack of one and mere presence of crate lead him to believe there was some — no, a LOT — of assembly required.

"Mhm, and where exactly is this magnificent cabinet you speak of?" The hero asked with a skeptical brow raise, groaning when Ravio gestured to the crate.

"It came with instructions, don't worry Mr.Hero! I'm sure we'll be done within the hour."

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They were not done within the hour. In fact, it had been over 3 by now and the both of them were beginning to grow frustrated... well, Ravio was beginning to grow frustrated, Link was already there 2 and a half hours ago.

"Hand me an A-145 bolt, please," Ravio's eyes remained focused on the shelving infront of him, sticking a hand out to the side for Link to drop what he asked for in his palm. Turns out, being the Hero of Hyrule didn't automatically mean you were good at building furniture. As they found out in the first 20 minutes, Link sucked at building furniture, so his beloved (said sarcastically) house leech (said fondly) took over shortly after the frame collapsed.

"No, Link, that's an A-127 bolt. I've told you, 127 is in the blue bag, 145 is in the red," the merchant kept his tone light, but after a year of living together Link could tell when he was irritated.

"Maybe they shouldn't be labeled by slightly different numbers and look the exact same," the hero shot back, brows furrowed in annoyance as he fished out a bolt from the red bag. They were almost done, from the looks of it, but the abundance of extra bolts and pieces said otherwise.

"You would make for a terrible carpenter," Ravio said matter-of-factly, setting the bolt in place to secure. "Sheerow, remind me in the future that heros are not for building furniture the next time we buy something." The bird-like creature trilled from its nesting spot in Link's hair, ruffling its feathers before settling back down.

"I kill monsters and save kingdoms," Link plopped down on the floor next to Ravio, " goddesses forbid I'm not good at what's not my job."

"This cabinet will be more versatile than you, then, Mr. Hero," the merchant shot him a side eye, smiling at the hero's inoffense to his quips. "Could you get me the," he paused, picking up the instruction manual to check for the piece name, "an L-shaped board? It has a Y sticker on it."

The conversation continued, less tense than before when things breezed along faster. It was up until the last few pieces were things fine, as come time to put the top on it, it was the wrong piece. They were silent for a moment, Ravio turning slowly to face his counterpart.

"Link." Oh shit. "Please tell me that last piece doesn't have a Y sticker on it."

The hero of hyrule, savior of lands, renowned adventurer, and terrible carpenter brought terrible news the second he picked up the wood.

"We're gonna have to start over."

Give me a fic where Ravio and Legend are trying to put IKEA furniture together💀💀💀

[astaroth1357]

How Often They Worry about MC…

For those who don’t know, I have a little dog named Charlie and she is a large portion of my world. There's no need to be alarmed, my dog is fine, but there are days where I hold her and all I can think about is how much I worry about her health down the line… I suppose we often do that for the people we love, particularly the ones who may not last as long as we will. Take that as inspiration if you'd like.

Lucifer 

Near constantly. 

If you tracked his blood pressure on a grid, you'd see it start to continuously rise about when he decided they were worth having in his life.

Lucifer is the eldest sibling to a whole crew of brothers so he's no stranger to worry. He worried about his brothers when they were young, he worried about them after the Fall, and he still worries about them now (even if he's less open about it).

But a part of him knows that his brothers can handle their own, at least to varying degrees. The MC, though? He's far less sure…

They've proven rather resilient, but also headstrong and reckless. Neither of which are good things to be in a place this dangerous...

If Lucifer isn't careful, he can catch himself staring at a wall or window just wondering where they are and if they're doing alright… If he called them every time he had a passing worry, their inbox would be full by the end each week.

He holds himself back because he doesn't have the time to constantly protect them, but that doesn't stop him from sending a text once or twice a day. They better respond or he'll start (secretly) panicking.

Mammon

He forgets their mortality from time to time, but every time he remembers it hits like a ton of bricks…

Mammon is a pretty "in-the-moment" person. He doesn't spend a lot of time dwelling on the future, but whenever he does the thought of losing MC always comes back to him again and again.

Like. It's gotta happen eventually, right? They're human, humans die, hell they don't even live that long to start with!

The MC can always tell when Mammon's getting worried because he'll get uncharacteristically quiet and pace around or hover by them…

Every little injury or strenuous task will suddenly seem like too much to him as well. 

If they need to carry some boxes, he'll carry them all.

If they have to jog to class, he's carrying them. 

If they so much as get a papercut, he'll have a heart attack.

It's not very hard to get Mammon out of these funks - he really does want them to reassure him that they're okay - but he's never going to get fully over it…

Not until he can steal whatever top secret immortality formula Solomon must have used anyway… He'll get it off that bastard eventually.

Leviathan

Thinks about it so often he has to actively try not to just to get any peace…

He dodges his fears for MC like a protagonist dodges lasting consequences. Every time he feels one creeping up, he's always got a distraction waiting…

"Hey where's MC at? I hope they didn't fall into the riv-OH HEY CHECK OUT THIS NEW GAME!!"

"What are they doing over there…? That looks hard, what if they bre-WAIT DIDN'T MY FAVORITE VOICE ACTOR JUST RELEASE A NEW PODCAST???"

"What if the MC dies tomorrow and they leave me all alo-DEVIL FIGHT 200! YOU CAN'T BEAT DEVIL FIGHT 200, LET’S BREAK MY HIGH SCORE!!"

Cut him some slack, his psyche cannot handle the idea of losing them on top of everything else he grapples with every day.

If, on the rare occasion, he does let himself fall down that rabbit hole he becomes extra clingy and practically begs MC not to leave his room… like ever. He'd bubble wrap them if he could.

Anytime they get really hurt or really sick he refuses to leave their side even if it means he has to awkwardly sit on the floor. He just needs to be able to glance at them every so often to be sure they're alive… Still breathing?? Phew…

Satan

He worries, preps, rationalizes, then worries again…

For Satan, knowledge is power and every scrap of information he can learn about MC is more power he can use to keep them safe and healthy.

Yes, he will want their medical history. Yes, he's going to need a list of prescriptions. Family members too. And no, you do not get a choice.

He'll read up on as many things as he can - pawn medical journals off of witches and get magical alternatives from Solomon.

The cycle usually goes: 

1. He's lying awake at night because he just heard about some terrible bacteria that makes human's skin peel off or something.

2. He does all the research he can on this bacteria, its treatment options, best prevention methods, etc.

3. Gets right about to break out the rubber booties for MC to wear around, then realizes they have a very slim chance of catching said bacteria since it's only native to incredibly remote parts of Indonesia.

4. Feels instant relief that MC will probably not catch flesh-eating bacteria and can finally sleep again…

5. Hears of some other human medical horror from Solomon and starts to worry…

It's a vicious cycle indeed… But at least he's getting a lot of medical training. Soon enough he'll be the Devildom's version of a human vet (which I guess is just a doctor, come to think of it. 🤔)

Asmodeus 

Lives so "here-and-now" that he doesn't remember often, but when he does it's always heartbreaking…

Asmo usually tries to worry about things as little as possible. It’s bad for the skin, you know? But when the MC is involved, all of that goes out the window.

Like how a delicate blossom eventually wilts in the snow, the MC is bound to leave them in time… Usually there's supposed to be something beautiful in that kind of tragedy, but perhaps he's just too close to them to find any romance in it.

The thought of their death gives him breakouts and anytime they get hurt or sick he's the first brother to offer them comfort. Every time.

Because he doesn't feel like he's as physically strong as he brothers, he tries to make up for it by minding their health in other ways. Anything to keep his MC strong and beautiful as always!

If Asmo is in a worrying mood, then he may also compensate by trying to take the MC out to a party or some fun event. Why sit around worrying by himself when he could be making memories with them now, right?

Beelzebub

It comes in waves, mostly at night.

When your thoughts throughout the day are mostly, "I wish I wasn't so hungry," it doesn't afford you a lot of time to think about much else.

In a way, it's a good thing since he experiences a lot less stress. But those worries are still there and they mostly plague his dreams…

Beel doesn’t feel hungry when he's sleeping, so a lot of his fears will make themselves known overnight. An injured or dying MC is often in his rotation of nightmares though, of course, he'd rather it not be…

After having one of these dreams, his first instinct is to always make sure the MC is okay. If they're with him, he'll hug them and check their heartbeat. If they're somewhere else, he'll go to them or shoot a text.

He has woken up without realizing his nightmare was all a dream though, and usually it's up to Belphie or MC themselves to console him while he cries… It's so heartbreaking, sweet boy just puts a lot of pressure on himself to be sure they're safe…

When he worries, it's like they're the most beautiful and expensive China set in a room full of bulls and hammers. If he could tape them to his side, he probably would. He gets scared for them that much…

Belphegor 

More scared about it than anyone else in the House.

Despite his calm demeanor, Belphie is truly afraid of losing his loved ones beneath the surface… He's already lost one of his most dear siblings before, going through that again may just break him.

Unfortunately, he's also felt just how fragile the MC is firsthand... He's not even the strongest of his brothers, yet he was able to snuff them out so easily… Who's to say someone else won't try?

Like Beel, MC's death is a recurring nightmare for him but he can usually shake off his dreams fairly well, if not change them mid-sleep. More scary is when something is actually wrong with them or they're not feeling well.

Belphie always sets his inner laziness aside for the MC when he can. If they get sick, he'll usually be right along with his family to take care of them - even if he has to skip school to do so (not that he cares about class anyway).

When he's worrying about them, he tries to play it off at first, but soon enough they'll notice him acting overly concerned and losing sleep… Best to calm him down before he starts getting cranky.

[chippedaxe]

hello!! could i ask for a request where dream used to be a top but his ego has gotten up too high and the reader is tired of him being a bitch and decides to turn into the bitch? so it’s like sub!dream x dom!dream. i don’t really have ideas of what could happen, maybe dream won lost a manhunt and is pretty mad and yeahhh :) thank you already!

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Title: Poor Baby

Warnings: NSFW !Minor's steer clear, coarse language, praising, teasing, degrading, bit of humiliation, nipple play, fingering, anal play, begging, idk if there should be more.

Pairing: Sub! Dream X Dom! Reader

Pronouns: They/Them, non specified genitalia,

Synopsis: Dream tries to dominate you but you've had enough so you toy with Dream.

Word count: 1.5k

Note: tbh i was rlly confused so i hope this is somewhat what u wanted <3

- if it doesn't make sense like halfway thru the story then I'm rlly sorry, I wrote half of it one time and half of it another time (and I don't rlly reread or edit my work)

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Dream storms into the room looking angry, his hands have been balled into fists and you can tell that he's not thinking rationally "Dear- what's wrong? What happened, baby?" you tried to calm him down but he completely dismissed you "Take off your clothes." he ordered "excuse me?" you were taken back "come on- please just take off your clothes,, manhunt made angry.." Dream grumbled.

"Baby, just calm down.. Rest" you pulled him down onto the bed gently "Sweetheart, don't you want my cock?" Dream grabs your chin and looks into your eyes "of course I do-" he stops you right there "Then why're you being difficult?" he caresses your cheek, "Well I just feel like you're acting like a serious bitch right now" you confessed bluntly.

"Me? A bitch?" Dream groaned at your words, his hands reaching out to touch you but you stand up from the bed "Yeah. A really big bitch. So why don't you just calm down and rest, okay?" you put your hands on your hips and looked down at him "You don't give the orders okay? I give them! I'm the dominant one here!" Dream exclaimed "Then maybe I should be." you shut him down.

"What? You? Dom me? I don't think so" Dream chuckled to himself, "You think it's so funny now but wait I'm making you dizzy and seeing stars from how good I can make you feel.." you warned him "How do you expect to get me to be submissive for you?" Dream growled "Watch me." you responded as you then approached him.

You straddled his knee and crawled onto his lap, your hands moving to his chest "This is all you've got?" Dream rolled his eyes "Of course not, this isn't even close to the beginning" you leaned down to kiss his neck. You turned your head to the side and began suckling roughly on his skin, biting gently every few seconds "Ah- Yeah, keep doing that, doll." Dream tried to make it seem like he was in control but his words only affirmed your new dominant position.

"Yeah? You like it when I suck on your neck? I bet you'll like it a lot when I suck your cock too.." you tease him, your hands feeling up his chest and groping the man. "Don't tease me, or I'll punish you" Dream tried to sound scary "Punish me? But I'm being so kind, dominating you when you're clearly not fit to be on top.." you decided to bully him a little bit with some degrading words.

"Huh? What? What're you saying.." Dream started to get real riled up, his face starting to glow a bright red "What? Is my Dream angry with me?" you acted coy, kissing his jaw and pouting "Sorry Dream, I know how sensitive you are.." you teased him further "Don't make me flip you over and ram you- I will do it!" he threatened "Oh I bet you will.." your voice was condescending.

Your hands slid Dream's shirt off his body, revealing his tense muscles "Oh wow.. You look so pretty, all of this for me darling?" you cooed "Don't talk like that, I'm not you're little sub!" Dream shouted "Of course not, you're just someone who's below me and is acting quite submissive..." you pointed out. Your hands were cold, finger tips colder, pinching Dream's nipples to get a reaction out of him.

"H-uhgh..." Dream let out a small noise, his erection growing in his pants until it became a raging boner. "Aw you like when I play with your nipples? That's adorable.." you tease him as you continue to toy and play with his soft buds "n-no!" he was surely embarrassed, probably feeling humiliated. "Stop it- You're humiliating me!" Dream complained "Oh am I? You want me to stop? Then beg me, slut."

Dream went quiet and he froze up a little bit, clearly not expecting you to talk to him like that "Speak Darling, or are you too dumb?" you teased him. Dream gulped nervously and glanced up to meet your gaze "Please stop teasing me- please!" he gasped. "Okay, what do you want me to do?" you leaned over him.

Dream shuddered slightly "I want you to touch me properly!" he spoke up "What's the magic word?" you placed your hands on your hips, clearly enjoying the sudden change in superiority. "P-Please.. Please touch me, Please.." Dream groaned softly, you almost felt bad from the way he was begging you. Almost.

You looked down at him, his cock twitched in his pants, growing harder against the tight fabric "It hurt's so bad.. Please help me.." Dream hugged you and hung his head on your shoulder. "Okay baby, I'll help you.." you unzipped his pants just a bit so you could slip your hand in to palm him gently.

"Ah- I need more.. Please.." Dream bucked his hips up against your hand, desperately trying to grind against you but to no avail. "Be patient darling" you hushed him up and pulled his penis out, stroking his length gently. You admired the way it throbbed in your hand, twitching slightly as Dream rolled his head back and groaned "You're not usually this vocal, something change?" you smirked at him.

"That feels so good, so good.." Dream rolled his hips against you, legs closing together to give him a little more friction "Uh uh- open up." you slapped his thigh which made him open them back up reluctantly. You wanted to give in and let Dream fuck your insides but you fought the urges, today you were going to fuck him instead.

You took off his pants finally, letting the blonde boy relax more. "I'm gonna try something new with you, alright?" you didn't give Dream much time to answer as your hand dipped down between his legs, one of your fingers thrusting into his tight hole. "Ah! I- I've never touched there before!" Dream was feeling a little bit shy clearly.

"Your walls are sucking my fingers in so well, oh my god.. I should definitely buy a dildo or something for you.." you thought out loud to yourself. Dream quivered underneath you, his hole clenching around your finger at the thought of you fucking him with a toy. "M- More.." he was definitely feeling ashamed, his head turned away to face the wall.

You gave him what he wanted and stuck a second finger inside, curling them gently to press against his prostate. Dream squealed and covered his mouth to hide his lewd noises "Hands off." you instructed "But-" he protested "But nothing, hands off yourself or I'll stop touching you" you argued. Dream swallowed his pride and removed his hands, letting out a loud sound when your fingers thrusted deeper inside of him.

"Do you like this?" you asked "Of course- It feels so sO good!" Dream cried out "You like it more than when I play with your penis?" you questioned, Dream nodded and bit on his lip to keep quiet "So.. You'd let me do this again sometime?" you were starting to feel really excited "W-Whenever you want!!" Dream was now completely your bitch.

"I-I think I'm gonna cum, it feels sO weird!" Dream babbled on and on "Nuh uh- not unless you say you're my bitch." you wanted desperately to hear him say those little words "What??" you slowed down your pace and started to gently remove your fingers "No- No! I-I'm your bitch! I said it! I'm your bitch! Now please let me cum!" he bawled.

"Good boy.." You sped it up, not giving any mercy to his ass as you finger fucked him. "AH! I'm cumming! FUCK!" he arched his back, walls convulsing around your fingers as his hot white liquid spat out of his cock and ran down his legs. "Dirty slut, go clean yourself up" you snickered down at him before pulling your fingers out of his ass and leaving the bedroom.

You're not a monster so you obviously won't just be leaving him there, although it's not like you're gonna help him much. You grabbed a bottle of water from the fridge and came back to hand it to him, he weakly reached out to grab the bottle but dropped it "Don't tell me.. Does my little slut need help drinking from a bottle? Pathetic.." you spat at him before drinking some of the water.

You grabbed his chin and opened it gently, spitting your water into his mouth for him to swallow. Dream gulped it down and flushed a deep red, "Thank you.." he thanked you and was flustered. "No problem, I love you baby." you kissed his cheek "I love you too, thank you for taking care of me today.. I think I liked it better when you were in charge.." Dream admitted "I was thinking the same thing, sweetheart" you smiled at him.