#side note- this is one of the reasons i dont cover shit i dont like in my video essays. yall havent seen me angry.

[monsterfactoryfanfic]

if I've learned anything from grad school it's to check your sources, and this has proven invaluable in the dozens of instances when I've had an MBA-type try to tell me something about finances or leadership. Case in point:

Firefox serves me clickbaity articles through Pocket, which is fine because I like Firefox. But sometimes an article makes me curious. I'm pretty anal about my finances, and I wondered if this article was, as I suspected, total horseshit, or could potentially benefit me and help me get my spending under control. So let's check the article in question.

It mostly seems like common sense. "...track expenses and income for at least a month before setting a budget...How much money do I have or earn? How much do I want to save?" Basic shit like that. But then I get to this section:

This sounds fucking made up to me. And thankfully, they've provided a source to their claim that "research has repeatedly shown" that writing things down changes behavior. First mistake. What research is this?

Forbes, naturally, my #1 source for absolute dogshit fart-sniffing financial schlock. Forbes is the type of website that guy from high school who constantly posts on linkedin trawls daily for little articles like this that make him feel better about refusing to pay for a decent package for his employees' healthcare (I'm from the United States, a barbaric, conflict-ridden country in the throes of civil unrest, so obsessed with violence that its warlords prioritize weapons over universal medical coverage. I digress). Forbes constantly posts shit like this, and I constantly spend my time at leadership seminars debunking poor consultants who get paid to read these claims credulously. Look at this highlighted text. Does it make sense to you that simply writing your financial goals down would result in a 10x increase in your income? Because if it does, let me make you an offer on this sick ass bridge.

Thankfully, Forbes also makes the mistake of citing their sources. Let's check to see where this hyperlink goes:

SidSavara. I've never heard of this site, but the About section tells me that Sid is "a technology leader who empowers teams to grow into their best selves. He is a life-long learner enjoys developing software, leading teams in delivering mission critical projects, playing guitar and watching football and basketball."

That doesn't mean anything. What are his LinkedIn credentials? With the caveat that anyone can lie on Linkedin, Mr. Savara appears to be a Software Engineer. Which is fine! I'm glad software engineers exist! But Sid's got nothing in his professional history which suggests he knows shit about finance. So I'm already pretty skeptical of his website, which is increasingly looking like a personal fart-huffing blog.

The article itself repeats the credulous claim made in the Forbes story earlier, but this time, provides no link for the 3% story. Mr. Savara is smarter than his colleages at Forbes, it's much wiser to just make shit up.

HOWEVER. I am not the first person to have followed this rabbit hole. Because at the very top of this article, there is a disclaimer.

Uh oh!

Sid's been called out before, and in the follow up to this article, he reveals the truth.

You can guess where this is going.

So to go back to the VERY beginning of this post, both Pocket/Good Housekeeping and Forbes failed to do even the most basic of research, taking the wild claim that writing down your budget may increase your income by 10x on good faith and the word of a(n admittedly honest about his shortcomings) software engineer.

Why did I spend 30 minutes to make a tumblr post about this? Mostly to show off how smart I am, but also to remind folks of just how flimsy any claim on the internet can be. Click those links, follow those sources, and when the sources stop linking, ask why.

[lordprettyflackotara]

noise || ben drowned || maid!reader || (𝓕𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓴𝓵𝔂pasta au)

SMUT MINORS DNI 18+. tw: switch!stoner!ben, orgasm denial, thigh riding, face fucking, weed use (duh)

You awkwardly jogged down the main hallway, arms full of cleaning supplies. You had accidentally caught Jeff at a bad time, the pale killer soaked in blood and unhappy with his new wound that came from his victim. Pissing him off was not an intentional act, but it was one you were certainly going to pay for. Apparently tending to the blood soaked floor before him was insulting. You found this absurd considering you were the mansions maid, not doctor. Nevertheless your attention being focused elsewhere pissed him off, resulting in your feet pattering against the floor as you ran down the hall.

Your bottles full of various cleaners swished around as you turned the corner, your body ramming straight into an all too familiar blonde. A wave of marijuana invaded your nostrils, bong water splashing out of his glass piece and landing on the both of you. “Oh shit i’m so so sorry,” You say. Awkwardly you ripped off a paper towel, trying to dab at Ben’s shirt. Ben wasn’t much taller than you, a joint loosely hanging from his lips as he looked down at you. “Dont sweat it princess. Say uh, is there a reason you’re running a marathon?” He asked, tilting his head to the side. It was then the loud pounding stomps interrupted your conversation, your face turning red. “Where are you?! You little bitch!” Jeff screeched. Frantically you grabbed his army green hoodie, pawing at the fabric.

“Hide me!”

Ben may have been too high to fully comprehend your request, but that didn’t stop him from shoving you into his bedroom and shutting the door.

You gasped, a couple of your cleaning bottles falling from your arms. It was then you slapped your hand over your mouth, determined to keep quiet as Jeff’s storm raged on. “Where is she?” You heard him hiss, presumably at Ben. Unknowingly to you the blonde stood on the other side of the door, unfazed by Jeff’s absurd antics, “Where’s who?” Ben asked nonchalantly. Jeff angrily paced back and forth, his blood soaked boots littering the floor with footprints. “That little maid. You know who i’m talking about,” Jeff barked. Ben shrugged, taking his lighter out of his pocket. “Couldn’t tell you dude. Want a hit?” Ben asked, gesturing to the joint that he was now relighting.

Jeff dramatically threw his hands up, stomping away. “Jesus everyone in this mansion is fuckin useless,” He grumbled, continuing his hunt for you. You jumped as Ben’s door opened, the blonde stepping inside and shutting the door behind him. “You look like a scared bunny, relax pretty princess. Here, try this,” Ben offered. You watched him inhale the joint, his pointy ears twitching as he did so. He hoped you couldn’t notice how much he was staring at your exposed breast in that slutty piece of clothing you were forced to call a work uniform. Somehow the lanky man’s calm demeanor made you feel somewhat relaxed. He seemed so much more down to earth than the others. So much so it almost made you forget he was a killer just like the rest of them. Almost.

Hesitantly you reached out, grabbing the joint and taking it in between your fingers. “I haven’t smoked since high school,” You admitted sheepishly, bringing the joint to your lips. You inhaled briefly at first, allowing the smoke to circulate around your lungs. “You’re gonna love this then. I get that premium shit. If there’s one thing you’re gonna know about me, you should know my green is always going to be out of this world,” Ben replied, confidence lacing his words. You looked so cute to him, awkwardly sitting on your knees on his bedroom floor. Band posters and neon led lights covered the walls, while groovy lava lamps and incense burned in the background. It was the cleanest creep room you had ever seen. As you exhaled you began to cough, your eyes watering as you handed Ben back the joint.

“Noted. Holy fuck that’s strong,” You gasped, trying to cover the sound of your coughs with your hand. Ben reached over to his mini fridge, digging past the unholy amount of monsters and handing you some bottled water. “Thanks,” You say in between coughs, tears flooding your waterline. The blonde sat himself down beside you, raising his hand and tenderly wiping away a line of tears falling down your cheek. You chugged the water, the icy cold liquid combating the fire that had engulfed your throat. “You’re cute when you cry,” Ben mumbled. If you weren’t so focused on your coughing, his suggestive comment would’ve made you incredibly flustered. You swallowed, regaining some form of composure after you wiped away your other tears.

“You too,” You managed to pant, referring to the stray drops of crimson blood that fell down his cheeks. Ben seemed unfazed by it, a mischievous grin creeping across his lips. “You’re a witty one. I can see why everyone likes you so much,” He chuckled. You watched, completely mesmerized as he exhaled the smoke through his nose. You let his comment slip past you, wanting to focus on the man before you and not all of the previous ones that had kept you up late at night. “Holy shit that’s so cool. Teach me,” You say, grinning lazily. Ben shook his head, inhaling and exhaling through his mouth this time. He pointed it towards the ceiling, the hazy smoke disappearing into the air. “Not this time pretty princess. I give it two more hits and you’re gonna be cooked,” He explained, causing you to roll your eyes. You became more relaxed as you inhaled this time, your coughs minimal and cleaning supplies long left discarded at the blondes doorway.

You leaned back against the closest wall, Ben sitting in front of you. He was so enchanted by your beauty, watching you hit the joint like a goddess. “What are you looking at?” You asked shyly. Ben leaned forward, tucking some stray hairs behind your ear. “You. You’re awfully pretty,” He mumbled, his words only audible enough for you to hear. You could feel your face turn red as you exhaled, the blue led lights concealing your blush. You weren’t sure what to say, the blonde making your stomach do unfamiliar backflips. “So, you save me from Jeff and now let me smoke your premium weed. How can I ever repay you?” You asked, nervously twiddling with your hair. Ben grinned, leaning forward. “Kiss me,” He murmured, desperation lacing his words.

You leaned forward, your nose brushing against his before you fluttered your eyes shut. You could feel your lips press against his, your high making every move seem much more longer and calculated. You pulled yourself closer to him, straddling his lap as you kissed him deeper. Ben was just as eager as you, his arms wrapping themselves around your waist as your hips slowly grinded against him. You mumbled a curse against his lips, your core growing wetter with excitement as he lowered both of you back against the floor. You leaned over him, kissing down his neck as he shuddered underneath you. “Someone’s desperate,” He teased, smirking as you grabbed the hem of his shirt.

“You’re one to talk. Your porn addiction doesn’t go unheard you know,” You countered. Shoving his shirt over his head you threw it elsewhere, kissing down his chest before reaching his jeans. “Watch yourself pretty girl. Porn has taught me a lot of things. Things that’ll make you cream your pants,” Ben snickered. Cockily he propped his hands up behind his head, watching you teasingly drag the zipper down with your teeth. You maintained eye contact with the blonde, relishing in the temporary sense of control. You then roughly tugged his pants down, desperate to suck his cock. Once he was exposed you eagerly began to suck him off, Ben kind enough to grab your hair into a makeshift ponytail. “Fuck, just like that,” He whimpered, biting his lower lip. You took him down to the base, allowing his tip to abuse the back of your throat as you deep throated him.

Ben was a whimpering mess, strings of curses with mixtures of your names falling off of his lips like a mantra. You continued to suck him off, watching as he grabbed a fresh joint from his pocket, lighting it. You hated to admit how attractive it was to have him smoking nonchalantly as you put your heart and soul into getting him off. “Such a good girl. My pretty princess,” He purred, shoving you down further on his cock. You gripped his thighs, gagging as he hit the back of your throat more aggressively. “Fuck, you’re so fuckin hot,” He grumbled, exhaling the smoke before face fucking you. Your nails dug into his thighs, the pain only bringing him more excitement as he abused your throat. Your gags and whines were heavenly sounds to him, the blonde in a pure state of bliss as he inhaled more of the joint.

Just when you thought you were going to run out of oxygen Ben pulled you off of him. A string of saliva connected you to his tip, your lungs grateful as you gasped for gulps of air. Ben smirked at the sight, dragging you towards him. He sat against the side of his bed, propping you up against his thigh. You whined as his jeans brushed against your clothed cunt, your panties damp from arousal. You went to move to straddle Ben properly, his large hands stopping you. “Go on pretty princess, ride my thigh,” He ordered. His sudden switch made you as a loss for words, your hands gathering handfuls of his hoodie. “Go on, don’t get all shy on me now. I’ve heard those cute noises you make for the others. Just wanna hear you make them for me,” Ben cooed. He smirked as he inhaled more of the joint. He pulled down your dress, your bare breast bouncing out before him.

“No bra? Naughty naughty girl,” He snickered. You whimpered as his hands guided you to grind down on his thigh, your small whines becoming louder moans. Ben leaned down and grabbed your breast, bringing it to his mouth as he guided you to ride him faster. You tilted your head back, moaning as his tongue swirled around your nipple. “Ben,” You groaned, your wet slick covering his jeans. You felt his hand slither to your panties, pushing them to the side so your clit had better access. You bit your bottom lip, unable to control your sinful noises as Ben released your nipple with a pop. “Oh that feels good doesn’t it?” Ben asked mockingly. Frantically you nodded in agreement, the cord inside of your stomach tightening. “So fucking close Benny, so close,” You panted. You were so close, your thighs beginning to tremble.

You were almost over the edge, before abruptly the blonde flipped the two of you over. Your back hit the floor, a gasp escaping your lips. Desperately you rubbed your thighs together, attempting to create friction. “Awe you didn’t think I was gonna let you cum that easily, did you?” Ben gloated. He nudged his way in between your thighs, grabbing your wrist and pinning them beside your head. “You’re gonna beg. You’re gonna beg me to fuck you. You’re gonna beg me like the little bitch you are to make you cum,” Ben commanded devilishly. Leaning close to your face he gave you a sadistic grin, your pathetic desperation only making his cock harder. “And if you don’t, you can go ask Jeff to get you off instead,” He countered. You licked your dry lips, your hips bucking upwards. He set the joint aside on an ashtray, awaiting your answer.

“Ben please, fucking please, I need you. I need you so fucking bad. Please,” You whined. Your pleas were shameless, your core throbbing in desire. Ben grinned at the sound of your begging, the words music to his ears. Quickly he aligned himself with your entrance, shoving himself inside of you. You gasped at how fast he bottomed out, your gummy walls clinging to his cock. “If you’re out here taking EJ’s dick I know you can handle mine. Now let me hear those pretty noises you love to make,” He grinned. Slowly and teasingly he dragged his hips out of you, before roughly slamming them back inside. You couldn’t control your unholy noises, Ben’s whines and whimpers almost as loud as yours. “Fuckin, shit-, fuck. Such a tight pussy,” Ben panted, ramming his hips into yours.

His cock abused your cunt as he pleased, your wrist burning under the carpet he held you down. His soulless eyes stared into yours, watching every micro expression you made as he pounded into you. You were seeing stars, your high combined with your body shaking from the pleasure bringing you closer and closer to the edge. “You’re so good. Feel so fuckin good, fucking shit,” Ben grunted. He leaned forward, burying his face into your neck as he fucked you mercilessly. His whimpers and whines sounded like heaven, your sinful noises bouncing off of his colorful bedroom walls. “Ben- i’m close. So close,” You warned. Ben then held himself up, his sadistic gaze staring right into your soul. “Hold it,” He barked. You tried to close your legs, Ben’s hips stopping you.

His thrust didn’t slow down by any means, the cord inside of you threatening to snap. “I-I can’t,” You stuttered. You bit your bottom lip, avoiding the blondes stern gaze. “You can and you will,” Ben growled. You threw your head back, your eyes rolling into the back of your head as you came on Ben’s cock. The euphoria was heavenly, your vision temporarily turning white. As you came down you babbled apologies, Ben’s thrust now halted. He was still balls deep inside of you, his lips curling upwards into a sadistic grin.

“You shouldn’t have done that. I think I need to call reinforcements.”

Ben leaned over to his bed and grabbed his phone, putting it up to his ear. He grabbed his previous joint, relighting it as he dialed a number. You nervously listened to the dial tone, gulping.

“Hey Jeff, I got your little maid and she’s in need of a punishment.”

[btdemaru]

hiiii i was wondering how you think the demon brothers would react to a male/gn mc surprising them by wearing like lingerie or something like that

Lingerie suprise!

[Obey me brother x Amab!mc]

note : this is another hc/drabble of how they would react and whay lingerie would make them DROOL. I put some links but couldn't find a lingerie specifically with male body so just focus on the lingerie itself!

Warning : sex toys, somnophillia (belphie), rough sex, slightly choking?, dumbification, use of "cock" for M!reader, choking, dacryphilia, humiliation, begging, pain/spanking, humping (levi) degradation, overstimulation, oral (mc receiving) , double cocks (levi), slight blood, praising, switch!mc, use of word panties, belly bulge, sizekink, creampie

MINORS DNI

Lucifer

Lingerie he'd love

will probably be black lingerie, but not the plain dress one. oh no no, make it a bit more extra

If your lingerie exposes your thigh be prepared for ALOT of hickeys there cause this man will go feral on you

Thighs rapped around the avatar of Pride as he devour you whole, his sharp fangs slightly grazing your thigh sucking it so messily leaving a red mark "fuck, cant you just- fuck me already??" Your words made Lucifer smirk "not yet my dear, i have to cherish this gift you gave me.. dont i~?"

His eyes averted to the dick print on your lacey panties before his long fingers gripped it and tearing the fabric in half, leaving your hard on in display for him. Covering it with your hand as a reflex made his eyebrows furrowed "don't hide from me."

Lucifer flips you over making you lay on your chest as he forces your bare back and ass for him, pressing his dick and rubbing it on your hole, laughing at the sight of you clenching on nothing "look how desperate you are, i thought this is a gift for me to admire.. seems like you're enjoying it more than i am." A harsh slap on your ass made you turn your head facing Lucifer to complain only for him to push you head back into the mattress again.

It's been what felt like hours, skin slapping and moans can be heard even from outside. Hand sneaks it's way gripping your neck and bringing you upwards from the matress and knocking the air out your lungs as he's too deep in you making you feel so so full of just him.

It certainly made his ego even grow bigger, couldn't help but drool as your mouth was gaping open for air, his merciless thrust became sloppy and his grip on your neck became more firm "shit! Lucifer let g-go i cant breathe" it was useless, he's too deep in the pleasure as he finally came after hours of fucking you dumb. His cum is thick, by how pent up Lucifer is it's no surprise there that the load was alot..

[oh don't worry he'll buy you a new set]

Mammon

Lingerie he'd love

Gold. Not just because he loves money gold or diamonds, well- another reason it's because of how it makes you shine in his eyes

Just your body decorated with chains of gold with a black see-through lace making your dick so visible for him is perfect.

Delicately kissing your jawline, biting licking leaving pretty purple red hickeys claiming you as his. First time Mammon saw you in a lingerie gave him butterflies, eyes almost popping out of his eye sockets and jaw dropping. surprisingly Mammon is very gentle with you at first

Not wanting to ruin the piece of art which is you, fingers flicking over your bud as he took one into his mouth while pinching the other one, rubbing you cocks together through the lace fabric, he was always greedy for your attention but never this greedy. Not giving you time to breathe or to think of anything else but him. He took out two nipple clamps from under his bed. "Woah wait-" "I've been wanting to try this on your for awhile, wouldn't mind if i milk ya right human?" He held you close gripping you still before clipping it on, licking the side of your sensitive bud earning moans that sounded like music to him

Impatiently he gets a lube and puts two digits into you "seems like ya hole is greedier than i am" He poke fun out of it, he's not wrong.. you're sucking his fingers in so hard not letting it leave.

Mammon prefers to fuck you senseless in missionary,he gets to play and tease you as well as see your face while he's thrusting inside, your black-goldaced panties were ripped moments ago and the pretty gold chains were tangled but that's none of your concerns right now, mammon's hand starts to grip you cock and eagerly pumps it wanting you to spill everywhere for him and him only until you're milked.

Leviathan

A lingerie he'd love

Levi would scold you at first for wearing such a thing, but the tent in his pants says otherwise

Anything blue-white or blue-black is really pretty to him

He's easy to fluster, but this? what are you doing to the poor demon.. won't admit it out loud but prefers you to dominate him instead of letting him take charge, Levi crawls between your thigh, hands spreading you as his teeth pulls down your panties "can i?" He looks up making eye contact woth his pleading eyes. Levi starts to suck you with desperate look on his face, drool coming pass his lips onto his chin dribbling down to your base, the sight itself could make you cum but surely you wanted to last longer right? pulling away by pulling his hair back as his lips made a pop sound "why..?" He looked at you, confused. Soon moving your food rubbing it on his pants that was hiding his dicks, not long after Levi gets the hint to hump your legs and starts to move, his hand grips your thigh slightly bruising it "p-please can i.. cum pretty please mc?"

Levi's hips are offering friction and twitching whenever he squirmed under your touch. His pants grew unbearably tight begging to be released. when you move your thigh up, just once, his body jerks up again. he moans something into your neck as if it's a plea to keep going.

Satan

Lingerie he'd love

It doesn't have to be green, but he'll love the looks of the flower patterns on you.

A white one will do, or just cover yourself with petals or flowers and vines for him to tie you lmfao

Some flowers represent purity like for an example Lily represent purity, innocence and rebirth. And he'd like to try and corrupt pure innocence of yours.

(if you have 🥱)

Satan can be soft, sweet loving and his words never fails to make you swoon and fall for him again but when he's fucking you, he's doing it like it's the last thing he'd do with you, his thrust are deep, hard and slow. Satan won't stop until you got to the point where you can't even speak, only moaning his name like a spell, your tight warmth around his cock as you're close to your fifth orgasm"no more.. please!" eyes rolled back with tears and your chest are soiled with your own cum struggling to focus on reality. You were straight up desperate for release, "I'm sure you can take one more, darling" Satan has other plans.

With your legs are dangling on his shoulders Satan's hips mercilessly pounding into you, "look at you, looking so innocent yet you're cumming all over yourself."

Asmodeus

A lingerie he'd love

Tbh i can see him wearing one too, his hole stuffed with a pink 5.1 in dildo inside

would go delicate on your silk satin lace

"my my~! What a suprise i got." He smiled this is the type of suprise asmo would want daily, quickly walks over to you while taking his time kissing and marking you all over from bruising your already puffy lips to neck and waist, his hand groping your perky chest while his other hand takes off all his clothing before revealing the dildo inside of him infront of you making it visible of how deep it went, it's so wet and lewd making you wonder long it's been in him. Asmo will make you ride him as he tease and play with your body

Whenever asmo gets close he gets soo whiny and babbles about how good you feels or how good you're doing it, praising and the most dirtiest words fall outta his lips. "nghh~ I'm close.. you make me feel so good~!" He'd even try a double sided dildo with you if you're down for it. "C'mon don't get shy now.. hurry up and spread so we both can take this in." Hell, asmo would even make it a competition who can get it deeper.

He loves playing with your cum especially when he came inside you and scoops it out with his fingers and spreads it all over your thigh or ass, when i tell you Asmo is downbad nasty he's NASTY.

Beelzebub

A lingerie he'd love

Or just a red/orange thong will do ✌️

He's pretty impatient when he's riled up so- basically easy access are a turn on lmfao

Beel moaned his senses were filled with nothing but you. Your smell, voice face and cum. he grabbed your thighs and kept them spread, his tongue lapped up your hole deliciously. His grip on your thigh tightened to keep you from moving too much so he can focus eating you.

Satisfied and sure you're already prepped enough for him beel slid himself in, now he's big, biggest out of the brother's so taking him whole isn't a simple task "wait- ah fuck it can't fit" you panicked, literally feels like you're being torn apart into two but beel reassured you and kept telling you to loosen up by praising you "calm down you're doing so well taking me in~ I'm sure the rest will fit.. just a little more okay?" [He lied]. Beel LOVES to press on your stomach where his cock bulging through, it turns him on since this boy has hella size kink. You feel so full and he's probably not all the way in, beel will kiss you as he fucks you relentlessly kissing you everywhere biting marking and tasting you. "Can you suprise me more often?" Beel spoke with the most innocent face ever 😭

Belphegor

Lingerie he'd love

Debating whether he'd prefer purple/grey/blue but I'd choose purple just like his eyes tbh

Just like his twin he'd love easy access knowing how lazy and unbothered he can be, so just wear the top or nothing atp

Sneaking to his room and climbs ontop of him, taking off his pants to reveal his limp dick, well it's limp for now at least. Sucking him and rubbing it against yours will make him hard fast, his eyes still closed and deep asleep feeling like he's having a wet dream, soon enough belphie opens his eyes finding you riding him. Bouncing up and down on belphie as he's just laying there letting you do the work "don't stop- faster" he's annoyingly demanding at most times so just shut him up by edging or kissing him it works well lmao

Belphie would plead and cry out for you to keep going even if he's on the brink of passing out "please i can take more.. just one more round" literally he'd pass out, tears and drool staining his face as you switch and fuck him this time, thrusting in and out of his bruised puckered hole, cum all over his stomach and sheets that he won't clean up. Gasping and clawing you for cuddles and for you to keep your cock in as you snuggle up together. Gets more whiny during aftercare, when he's close he'll let out soft moans.

[hi sinners]

[mapliusoup]

fab four injuries notes because i need this written down somewhere

ghoul

hes the most injured one. like. hes barely aware of his body. please babygirl be more careful

like writing down all his scars would take so long because hes pretty much covered in them so im cutting this short

first hes got the mouth thing. from nanana. he got the corners of his mouth torn open on one side so he has a big scar (he had trouble to talk correctly the first few months of it healing) but he thinks it looks pretty cool

once he blew half of his left ear off. by ACCIDENT. he shot it himself BY ACCIDENT. i swear you cant leave this guy alone more than one minute

also a lot of his scars are caused from burns/explosions when making experiments on explosives or in firefights

his right ear has a deep deep cut on it cos he did that on a dare. please stop babygirl

he has like frankenstein stitches on various parts of body because its a cool way to heal his injuries. hes got various when reattaching limbs to his body (most on arms and right leg), one of the neck too

his left leg is a prosthetic!!!! he didnt manage to stitch the injury and they had to amputate. the design was made by he and kobra. they had fun doing it :}

uh. thats the most of it for him but hes got way more than that

jet!

well eye ofc. id say like he has a full on big scar on all the face and he wears an eyepatch cos it scares the girl a bit

uh he has a scar accros the nose and cheek too! it looks pretty rad

hes missing two fingers on his left hand

has a shit ton of scars on his back from trying to protect the other three from dracs once and getting all shot

uh he had an ankle broken and it didnt heal well so he has a bad leg and cant run well/walk long distances

party

they have a prosthetic arm. made by ghoul. nothing else to say i love them a lot

big nasty scars on the neck/chin. i dont know how he got them but well

scars on the back of the hand cos they got shot through the palm once

scars across the thigh

uh he (and kobra) have small scars on skin cos of acne (im projecting ok)

wrists

idk i think they dont have as much as the others?? for some reason

kobra

i dont know how many times i said this but. he has a permantly injured elbow from an accident on the crash track. it hurts often

like i said, small acne scars

hes missing a pinky toe and wont wear sandals because of it

scar on the side that goes down on his hip and ends on his thigh

on the down part of his back, hes got like small scars (he fell on a cactus when he was thirteen)

scars just above shoulderblade

hes got a small small barely visible scar on his cheek

you cant see them, but he has a scar on his skull (under hair) for hitting himself on the corner of a drawer when standing up 😔

[bug-bites]

one of my fav things to read/write is a f!reader x Simon "Ghost" Riley, where the reader is almost exactly like ghost. I'm talking full black mask, (maybe legally dead) few words, silent, callsign generally spooky like Reaper or Phantom, and I was wondering if you would wanna do that?

Usually I have reader as a childhood friend or adopted sibling of Roach, which is why roach is so comfortable around ghost. He's just used to it. If it's pure fluff or platonic that's completely fine, and if you don't wanna do that it's also fine!! I just thought I might as well shoot my shot :)

Your an amazing writer, have an awesome day <3

seeing double

cw: canon-typical violence, breif (pun intended) mention of ghost having skeleton boxers (nothing like explicit though i dont even know if this needs to be mentioned tbh but better safe than sorry), ghost gets shot womp womp, angst w/ a happy ending, so many military inaccuracies, barely proofread :P

pairing: platonic!simon 'ghost' riley x f!reader, gary 'roach' sanderson & reader

characters: simon 'ghost' riley, gary 'roach' sanderson (price, gaz and soap mentioned v briefly!)

authors note: omg you are so sweet thank you so much!! sorry this took so long i've been so busy with things, i hope you don't mind that i got a bit silly with this one and basically wrote a fic in jot notes 😭 (ALSO ROACH MENTION!! I LOVE MY BBYG THANK YOU ANON <3)

when you first met ghost he genuinely thought this was a joke. the balaclava, the whole death motif, your callsign being phantom which is literally synonymous with ghost, even your attitude was so eerily similar to him. it was like looking in a mirror

it didn't help when he tilted his head you mirrored your actions

i think he wouldn't gravitate immediately to you, it's not that he didn't like you he just felt a bit odd with how similar you two were, in all honesty he was probably slightly unnerved by you

soap and gaz definitely crack jokes about you being the second coming of ghost or something dumb like that

whenever anyone is referring to you and ghost and phantom it was always "the ghosts" or "ghost and girl ghost" which pissed you OFF

roach cant count all the times you have ranted to him about how everyone treats ghost like he came up with your whole aesthetic and you copied him when you have been doing this for YEARS before you even met ghost!

"and everyone acts like he invented skeletons and being legally dead! how self centered do you have to be to act like you invented skeleton iconography?! THEYRE SKELETONS. THATS LIKE BASIC HUMAN ANATOMY. and its always men taking the credit- god its so stupid! i did shit this first and how do i know that he isn't copying me huh?? did we ever think of that?? and ghost is such a basic ass fucking name like really. ghost? bet the only reason he wears that mask is to cover up his casper sized forehead."

roach knows that you're annoyed and you probably aren't trying to be super mean- maybe you don't even think ghosts forehead is casper sized! but hey, he isn't trying to argue while you look like you're about to rip someone's head off

instead he opts for calmly signing words of comfort lest you tear ghosts head off (with a few minor corrections)

"yes roach i know phantoms are pretty much the same as ghosts but that's not the point. you're basically my brother. you have to be on my side. that's how it works."

its good you and roach get along with each other. however, since you are just so similar with someone whos name starts with s and ends with imon "ghost" riley he becomes friends with roach quite easily and rants to him too

"she thinks shes so fookin crea'ive but you know wha? she isnt. bet ive been in SAS longer than her. wheres 'er skull tattoo at?? cause i got a whole sleeve done almost a decade ago! she isnt the first to come up wi' this. see, i get youre friends wi' 'er but truth is she di'nt come up wi' all o' this 'erself and she isn't half as dedicated as me. i even got skeleton boxers! she got those??- wait no dont answer tha' i dont wan' tha' image in my head."

for the first month or two whenever you see each other its clear you two do not get along.

roach tried to crack a joke but if anything it just made you hate ghost more

"hey, phantom. what's got two legs and bleeds?" "half a dog." you and ghost respond in unison

the rest of the day you dont even acknowledge each other. price makes a joke about how "you both are acting like you killed someone" which you mutter a small "oh im going to that's for sure" under your breath

safe to say you had a long rant to roach about how now not only is he stealing your whole persona, he's taking your jokes now too

you think roach would be torn between choosing sides but no this man loves every second of it. its so petty- so stupid he just needs to see how long you two idiots will keep butting heads

you mention how you were planning on getting a red mask? he's going up to ghost being like "hey, ghost did i ever tell you red is totally your colour? you know what actually? you should get a red mask!"

you both walk into the next briefing with your new masks and you couldn't be more pissed

to make matters worse you both are teamed up for the next mission. something about stopping a major arms dealer but ghost is the one getting his hands dirty. all you need to do is get into security, guide him through the complex enough for him to grab intel and leave

its simple. you've done it a billion times before, same with ghost. the first half goes fine. you both get in, he grabs the intel and is ready to head out, both of you speaking only when necessary.

minor issue- actually major issue, getting out wasn't as smooth. somehow ghost ended up shot right as he's notifying you that he's almost out. you hear the gunshot ring out, a grunt and scuffling.

"phantom to ghost. how copy."

your voice rings out, an eerie silence following after

"ghost. how copy."

you repeat again, this time earning a response

"m' alive. shot in the leg. bullet went clean through, makin a torniquet as we speak" he grunts back. you have never been happier to hear his stupid manchester accent "keep it that way."

if past you knew those four words directed at ghost would come out of your mouth, you're pretty sure you would've stolen a tank and driven it off a cliff immediately with ghost in it too probably

but now is not the time hotwiring a tank and locating a cliff would take too long anyways, you guide him out, occasionally telling him some stupid fun fact to make sure he's still there or just to keep him alert

"did you know that jellyfish have one hole for their mouth and asshole?" "these get more concerning the more you tell me." "most koalas have chlamydia." "alrigh', 'nuff of that. fun facts are s'pposed to be fun, you know that right?" "learning is fun."

this earns a chuckle from him which he quickly covers up with a cough

he makes it out alive, busted up that's for sure but alive nonetheless

you hook his arm over your shoulder, talking about everything and anything to keep him conscious. he's going to listen anyways so might as well make the most of it

"you're not as bad as i thought you'd be, 'specially for a copy cat." he says after you tell him yet another bizarre animal fact "i got a red mask first by the way" "piss off. this is why i don't compliment you" he rolls his eyes, for once not out of annoyance "i wear it better anyways." "sure, sure. believe what you want, but just know that i'm the cooler one." "you also are shit at making tourniquets" "so you finally admit that i'm cooler." no amount of eyerolling or snappy comebacks can hide your grin at this point. you silently thank your past self for choosing to wear a mask all the time "you're quite bold for someone who got shot in the leg"

once you two get back, practically everyone is surprised how all the deadly glares and colorful insults muttered under heavy sighs between you two have now been replaced with playful banter and empty threats with no murderous intent behind them

price heard you laughing with ghost followed up with you telling ghost "they will never find your body" which did scare the shit out of him but it made ghost laugh so hard he nearly pissed himself

price made sure to check that ghost was in fact alive for the next few days, just to make sure you were joking

when asked about it both of you just shrug and reply "trauma bonding."

roach, although disappointed with the absence of drama is glad to see two of the most special people in his life getting along bros just sad he cant be an instigator anymore

and as soon as ghost comes back from leave, he's got double the scary dog privileges he originally had

[corvis-crimson]

Basic Writing Advice

Take everything said with a grain of salt because this is just what I do…not what everyone should do

I’d like to give writing advice to people as someone who has written stories since I could pick up a pencil. However, I’m realizing a lot of my advice may not work for everyone…

Despite this I will be posting this post anyway!

Make your rough draft good enough that spelling and grammar aside…you could feasibly send it out into the world! Then go back and fix things that need fixing!

The best way to know if something needs fixed is to have someone else read it! If they don’t understand what’s going on you need to elaborate more!

If you feel like you’re using too much detail or too many words try using bigger words in place of two to three smaller words!

Act out scenes in your book as you write them and be aware of how you do things! Watch how others do things and emulate that! Study people! It’s the only way to write movement well…

For that first draft focus only on getting it to sound good and flow well! Fix grammar the second time through!

Aim to write ten pages a day then get upset when you don’t do that! Guilt yourself into writing close to ten pages a day until your book is finished! You’ll be upset you keep not reaching your goal that you’ll be determined to reach the ten page mark and by the time you start reaching it your book is almost done! It’s a life hack to completing your book under your own nose!

Dont focus on one project by itself unless you think you can get it out in six months or less (what I did with my first ever book linked in my pinned post)

If you’re a reader like me don’t read any books while you’re writing (I know it’s hard but trust me I got way more done when I wasn’t reading) if you must read at least read something from a different genre!

Write in chronological order and make a bullet point list for your plot chapter by chapter if you must! You can go off path but so long as it you make it to the next bullet point you’re good!

Do not pigeon hole yourself into one genre!! You’ll get bored of it if you don’t challenge yourself!

Write for yourself and don’t be afraid to take inspiration from things! So long as you aren’t copying things word for word and so long as you aren’t stealing characters or plots ITS FINE! It’s great actually!! (Think of it this way…I am a HUGE zombie movie fan and just because there are already a lot of zombie movies out there in the world when a new one comes out I will definitely watch it! Not only will I watch it but I won’t care if it’s similar to another zombie movie I enjoyed!)

Get the words out of your head it doesn’t matter how! If writing scrawled words you can barely read across notebook paper gets them out then do it! Don’t let your story die!

If you let anything sit for over a year and it has less than five pages go ahead and re-write those pages! Start fresh from the beginning because you’ll never be in the mindset you were in when you first wrote it again!

If time was a social construct and the human body could withstand lack of sleep, water, and food…if locked in a cell with nothing else to do but write the ideal thing to do would be to push through and write the entire thing in one setting! Get that shit out of your head before it drives you insane! Since the human body does need sleep, water, and food I suggest writing as much as you physically can before stopping! The only reason I’ve ever finished a book was because I wrote the first twenty or so pages in one sitting!

Re-read your book until the thought of looking at it again gives you a headache! It’s the only way to catch all the mistakes…(side note: when combing through the interior of your book don’t make the mistake of slacking on your cover thinking you are now invincible…you’ll make a mistake)

As your book nears its final chapters go ahead and design the cover! Select a style and a theme to match your books contents! Amazon cover designer has great covers but I recommend taking a photo for your cover! (At a later date I will make a post about cover design etc)

Taking breaks is good but taking longer breaks is bad! Get some water, get some tea, some koolaid, a pitcher of lemonade?! Whatever floats your boat! Set it next to you and when you’re stuck pour a glass and have a drink! I call this “Drink and Think” and something about pouring the drink into the glass and taking a sip helps refresh my brain!

[xunkun]

enstars but its what i think their report cards look(ed) like (1 semester) starpro edition

side note 1: i dont know every single character really well, and this is just for fun and the sake of goofiness. feel free to share your own opinion on their grades n stuff make it sillier

side note 2: im doing letter grades (A, B, C, etc..) and i'll be using the system im more used to

A+: 100-97, A: 96-94, A-: 93-90, B+: 89-87, B: 86-84, B-: 83-80, etc. 60 below is F

side note 3: i dont remember/know what classes they have at yumenosaki/reimei/shuetsu so im making shit up as i go but no one cares hahahaha

side note 3.1: the classes i chose should be pretty standard, like math (broad term, cuz you dont have just 3~4 years of algebra or trig or something), language classes (im putting japanese/national language and english bc i think they would have it ok), science (broad term, covers biology, physics, chemistry, etc), history/social studies, and physical education

again this is for fun and do not take any of this shit seriously. take it unseriously and baffoonish-ly .......

Eichi: [ Math ] A- ~ A [ Jap ] A+ [ Eng ] A [ Sci ] B+ ~ A [ History ] A [ PE ] B

extra: excused from like 90% of the pe activities attendance: 5 tardies, 14 official leaves, 23 sick leaves, 0 unexcused absences

Wataru: [ Math ] C ~ A [ Jap ] A [ Eng ] B+ [ Sci ] B- ~ A [ History ] A- [ PE ] A

extra: feels like the type to have wildly different impressions on teachers attendance: 60 tardies, 11 official leaves, 0 sick leaves, 55 unexcused absences

Tori: [ Math ] D+ ~ B [ Jap ] A- [ Eng ] B- [ Sci ] D+ ~ B [ History ] B [ PE ] B+

extra: i think that the only reason tori doesnt fail is because of yuzuru. the 4 sick leaves are from when he didn't know what to put for his reason of absence attendance: 13 tardies, 12 official leaves, 4 sick leaves, 3 unexcused absences

Yuzuru: [ Math ] A- ~ A+ [ Jap ] A+ [ Eng ] A [ Sci ] B- ~ A- [ History ] A+ [ PE ] A+

extra: doing extra homework actually makes you better in certain classes attendance: 3 tardies, 13 official leaves, 0 sick leaves, 3 unexcused absences

Hokuto: [ Math ] A ~ A+ [ Jap ] A+ [ Eng ] A [ Sci ] A ~ A+ [ History ] A+ [ PE ] A+

extra: i think hes just like the average kid in school. maybe. he's into theater though. attendance: 5 tardies, 15 official leaves, 0 sick leaves, 1 unexcused absences

Subaru: [ Math ] A- ~ A [ Jap ] A+ [ Eng ] A [ Sci ] A- ~ A [ History ] A [ PE ] A+

extra: probably makes paper stars in class attendance: 7 tardies, 15 official leaves, 1 sick leaves, 2 unexcused absences

Makoto: [ Math ] A ~ A+ [ Jap ] A+ [ Eng ] A [ Sci ] A- ~ A+ [ History ] A [ PE ] A-

extra: if i added computer science he'd probably have an A+ i feel like attendance: 6 tardies, 14 official leaves, 0 sick leaves, 0 unexcused absences

Mao: [ Math ] A- ~ A [ Jap ] A [ Eng ] A- [ Sci ] A- ~ A [ History ] A+ [ PE ] A+

extra: he definitely does some of ritsu's homework attendance: 9 tardies, 17 official leaves, 0 sick leaves, 0 unexcused absences

Chiaki: [ Math ] C- ~ B+ [ Jap ] A- [ Eng ] B [ Sci ] C+ ~ B+ [ History ] B- [ PE ] A+

extra: hypes people up during group studies probably attendance: 18 tardies, 12 official leaves, 0 sick leaves, 7 unexcused absences

Kanata: [ Math ] B- ~ B+ [ Jap ] A- [ Eng ] B [ Sci ] B- ~ A [ History ] A- [ PE ] A-

extra: not a single worksheet he turns in is completely dry. misses class by accident sometimes because he's off 'puka puka'-ing attendance: 45 tardies, 13 official leaves, 0 sick leaves, 26 unexcused absences

Tetora: [ Math ] B- ~ B [ Jap ] B+ [ Eng ] B- [ Sci ] B- ~ B+ [ History ] B- [ PE ] A+

extra: broke school property at least once attendance: 8 tardies, 14 official leaves, 0 sick leaves, 5 unexcused absences

Midori: [ Math ] B+ ~ A- [ Jap ] A [ Eng ] A- [ Sci ] B+ [ History ] B+ [ PE ] A-

extra: sent to the counselor/guidance office at least 3 times attendance: 13 tardies, 13 official leaves, 8 sick leaves, 1 unexcused absences

Shinobu: [ Math ] B- ~ B [ Jap ] A [ Eng ] B- [ Sci ] C+ ~ B [ History ] B+ [ PE ] A

extra: definitely carved something onto a desk at least once with shurikens when he got bored in class attendance: 9 tardies, 13 official leaves, 0 sick leaves, 0 unexcused absences

Hiiro: [ Math ] A (trust me) [ Jap ] A (trust me) [ Eng ] C- (trust me) [ Sci ] F- ~ A (trust me) [ History ] D (trust me) [ PE ] A+

extra: probably knows extensive history about his tribe but not the history of anything else attendance: 14 tardies, 15 official leaves, 0 sick leaves,11 unexcused absences

Aira: [ Math ] C ~ B+ [ Jap ] B+ [ Eng ] A- [ Sci ] B- ~ B+ [ History ] A- [ PE ] B+

extra: another average kid in school. definitely daydreams in class and falls asleep attendance: 10 tardies, 13 official leaves, 0 sick leaves, 2 unexcused absences

Mayoi: [ Math ] D+ ~ B [ Jap ] A- [ Eng ] B- [ Sci ] C- ~ B- [ History ] B+ [ PE ] C

extra: in the walls and ceilings pretty much for most of the semester attendance: 18 tardies, 12 official leaves, 3 sick leaves, 53 unexcused absences

Tatsumi: [ Math ] B+ ~ A- [ Jap ] A+ [ Eng ] A- [ Sci ] B+ ~ A- [ History ] A- [ PE ] A

extra: not tapping into full academic potential i suspect attendance: 1 tardies, 15 official leaves, 0 sick leaves, 0 unexcused absences

.....

again AGAIN this is for FUN AND JOKES!!1 MEMES!!! LAUGHS ETC. sorry if its not canon compliant enough. i'll make a part for each agency

[smolweeblets]

Sleepytime Pt. 2

Hana "D.Va" Song x Reader

Dating D.va was not an easy ordeal. There were many problems with dating a hardcore gamer. Much less one who just so happened to be a huge internet celebrity. Having little quality time and always having to remind her to do basic self care were just some of the few problems you found yourself having.

But one of the major gripes you had was that you barely got to sleep with her. Late at night, if she wasnt smoothening out some brand deals or editing some clips, she would be gaming. Like right now.

You miraculously managed to wrangle her into the bed, after negotiations, but in the few minutes you had to go and brush your teeth, you find her on her phone now, playing some shooter game you didnt care to remember the name for.

“Hana, you said youd finally sleep.” You frowned as you poked at your girlfriends cheek, beckoning her to finally go to sleep.

“Well… technically I just said I’d go to bed, and I am in bed right now.”

You groaned at the quip.

“Hana Song I am this close to strangling you.” You pinched your fingers together and almost let them touch. Almost.

“Nah, you love me too much to do so.” She smugly smiled.

You scoff. “Youre right, what I am able to do though, is this.” You swiftly snatch her phone from her hands and prevent her from reaching for it back.

“Wha-! Hey!” Hanas face falls and she urgently tries to get her phone back from your grasp, but the determination to get your girlfriend to sleep stopped her from doing that whatsoever.

“Y/nnn- give it back! I was gonna sleep right after that match!” She whined.

“Yeah? Like how just earlier you were on your computer begging for 5 more minutes for a whole hour?”

Hana went quiet and huffed while crossing her arms.

“I meant it this time.” She looks away and pouts.

“Yeah? Well too bad. I’ve run dry outta patience. Sleep. Now.”

“Ugh. Fine. Just lemme exit the game and turn off my phone properly.” She reached her arms out for the phone, but you ignored them. Yeah right, she was just gonna use that as an excuse to finish her game.

“No. Get on the bed and go to sleep.”

“But babe! If you dont let me do that the phones might explode and kill both of us!” Hana was trying her best not to laugh at her own reasoning to give the phone to her.

“At least we die together. And well rested.” You lay on the bed and move a spot on the covers for Hana to slip into.

“Agh. Fine. But if you cause like a million of my fans to cry they're never gonna forgive you.” She pouts as she gets in and snuggles up to your side.

“That's a risk I'm willing to take. Good night.” You wrap your arms around her and pull her closer to you. Discreetly putting the phone away on the nightstand.

“... ‘Night” She turns and gives you a small kiss, before finally succumbing to sleep.

~~~~~~

“Holy shit, I still won that match last night, looks like I dont even need to be playing to carry our team to victory!”

You groaned as you ruffled Hanas hair. Too groggy to give a proper response. Seriously, where did she get all that energy? Maybe you should invest in some of those nano colas yourself.

A/n: Is it really a smolweeblets fic if theres no pointless authors note at the end? Anyway, I decided to write a pt. 2 for sleepytime bc I was bored and the scenario was cute, this will probably not be a series but like who knows.

Originally I wanted to name this "eepy" instead but i decided against it

[richardsphere]

Leverage Log: The Real Fake Car Job

Well with a title like that, im left wondering the syntactical ambiguity. Is this a job about a fake car that turns out to secretly be real, or was there a "fake" Fake Car Job that its being contrasted against? Guess we'll see. --- No way this show starts with mistaken identity, so im betting its Witnes Protection covering a criminal's ass like usual. --- Parker looks at this guy's track record of gettign in with the maffia as a get-out-of-jail freecard and just makes a note. --- Since when do libraries charge for wifi? --- Hardison should invest in like, a small trailer for behind lucille. Keep Lucile clean. --- Oh thats bad... the show is seeding the question of "can Nate live a normal life without these high-stakes heists all the time", which is not a good indicator of his surviving the season finale. --- So he's selling the free wifi to afford his mini-cars. (good scam, low level enough most people wont even bother, allow himself to continue his hobbies a little without getting authorities called on him. Its a good con. Small scale, practical.) This guy is good at being bad. --- So the fake car is the Mussolini's car, which is gonna turn out to be the actual car they're looking for by accident? Is that what the title is about? --- Parker sold the "doesnt know about cars but found the Musselcar in her gramps' shack" character well enough, but if she's meant to play the "doesnt actually know what cars are what" character, maybe throw in a line asking about the colour of "Phil's" Alpha Romeo --- Witness Protection Bodyguard's got a good play with the GPS Tracker on the phone. (is the serving tray a bug or is it a bomb? Who knows? At this point i dont see a reason it couldnt be both) --- So he calls his car friend, from his old life. His old life, laundering money for the Maffia. Guess who's about to be assasinated! --- Is it the Wifi Money? Couple months as a librarian, couple dozen people using the wifi a day on average... Maybe a couple other minor side-hustles round town, could really add up. Especially if he suspects Italian-Parker to be naive enough... (turns out im right, i stopped the episode the moment Hardison said he hadnt accessed any banks for the money) --- Oh God, Hardisons gonna kill this guy with the implication that this "strange artist fellow" bought his prize cars and dismantled them for art supplies. ("aquired at a government auction last year) Like i love the powerplay here, tell him I murdered your babies and if you dont stop me, This baby is next. Like this is full on Dubenich invoking Nate's Son levels of emotional manipulation. --- "are we being suspicious enough" You are buying garbagebags, Axes and shovels "dont use that rope, for future reference, you can chew right through it". Well thats ominous foreshadowing --- Oh... The bodyguard thinks Team Leverage are hitmen working for the Mark to kill HER. In her defence i could definitly see him do it, kill his handler, flee the country dig up his missing money abroad. --- "i did not sell out the Marshal Service so you could throw away all of our planning on a car". shit, she's not witness protection, SHE'S MAFFIA? Oh no she isnt maffia, she's just corrupt. (5 MIllion dollars... thats good money) --- Mobster- You called our mutual friend Charlie Corrupt Bitch- You're an idiot! Mob- Then we tracked you down cause you left your GPS tracking on CB!- Ok that one is on me. Honesty! --- So they're not even going to be taking down the maffia? (most episodes, they'd somehow end up pulling those guys down as well) But hey, the Maffia seems to genuinely respect Nate. (in their defence, they've seen the damage these guys do) --- I only knew three of the five. (car would drive him crazy, Access the accounts, Turn on babysitter. Those are the ones he knew. The car friend who got the Maffia involved are obviously the ones he didnt plan on) --- "we matter". Well, this entire episode about the looming threat of retirement ends on a sweet note. But dang if it isnt an ominous plotthread to add to the final season.

[madaboutmunson]

Again - Part 20

Part 1 | Part 19 | Part 21 | Full list of Again series links inc AO3 Link

Before reading this chapter, please take the time to read the notes below

Hi 👋

I dont normally put warnings on this fic, because generally speaking its fluffy, funny, romantic and sweet, right? However this next chapter is why I started writing this story in the first place. It was always going to end up here. Its the reason the story is set when it is, and where the foreshadowing has been leading to. It was to explore something that has been on my mind since season 1 of the show. How that kind of trauma, gets brushed under the carpet, by some characters.

I dont want to spoiler this chapter or next few too much, but its a tough time, right from the first few lines.

I can however assure you that the eventual ending of this story will be happy (I wrote one fic with an unhappy ending and I dont think, I'll ever do that again, because i'm a sensitive little soul. I love that other people write things like that, its just not something that I want to do write now. Not to these versions of these characters).

I'm going to write this in such a way that, when we eventually get back to the sweet stuff, you wouldnt have had to read these less happy chapters to carry on. This is just in support of all the readers that dont enjoy the sad stuff. I have days like that too :)

So the main warnings here are:

Hospital setting

Mention of someone passing away

References to past trauma

Vague references to very real world events that happened in 2001

Vague mention of potential school incident

Canon-typical violence

Canon-typical horror

Canon-typical threat

Steddie fic where Steve and Eddie are in their mid 30's and everyone has sort of drifted apart

Taglist: @adaed5 @grtwdsmwhr @swimmingbirdrunningrock @mightbeasleep, @jewellthebooknerd, @fentiibratzz @rvllybllply2014

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Steve pushes the hospital tray of food away from him as his eyes fill with tears again.

"Anything?" He asks, his voice trembling to a concerned and solemn-looking Jenny. She shakes her head and closes her eyes regretfully.

"No, Steve. I'm sorry." She says sadly. She pushes the food tray back towards him, "Please, just something, alright? The kids will ask. Don't make me lie to them, ok?" He can hear the pleading in her voice, and the guilt washes over him. He had to keep it together and try not to be selfish about this. After all, this was his fault. 

He picks up the spoon and moves the food around a little before selecting a spoonful to eat, the pads are stuck to his chest, and the wires shift uncomfortably as he sits up a little more in an attempt to be an adult about this. He just had to accept it and move on. For a while there, he had everything, but his luck had finally run out.

He looks up at Jenny momentarily, "Sorry," he says genuinely, but shame won't let him keep eye contact, "You shouldn't be here. You should be at home resting."

"Yeah, well, if the shoe was on the other foot, Steve, I know you'd be here too. Right by my side. You're not just the father of my children. You're one of my best friends. No way, I'd let you deal with this alone." She says, reaching forward and rubbing his arm.

Steve's lip trembles, "I'm so sorry!" He blurts out before covering his mouth to quieten the sobs that erupt from him. Uncontrollable, breathtaking, painful sobs until he's crying so hard he can't see.

"Steve, it's ok. I understand. We all understand, ok? Everything went to shit yesterday for everyone, not just you. Just...your problems, well, they landed you here. That's all." She tries to reassure him, swallowing nervously. He can tell by the look on her face she pities him.

"I shouldn't have spoken to you like that. I shouldn't have done those things. What's wrong with me? I've ruined everything, Jen! Everything!!" Steve has felt sadness many times in his life, but he's not sure if his emotional problems are manifesting his sorrow into actual physical pain. His body hurts from crying so hard and for so long. Since he woke up, the only time he hadn't cried was when his kids were in there. He still had enough grit to keep it together around them.

"You don't know that, Steve." She tries to console him, but he can see her holding back her tears. As he scans her face, he wonders if she was sad to see him finally broken like this, or was it because she knew the pain of accepting something you gripped onto so tightly was rapidly slipping out of your hands, and you had no way to stop it? Not now. Steve feels the frustration build up in him. If everything was gonna be ok, Eddie would be here. He'd be right here next to him, but he wasn't. There was just a loud empty space where Eddie should be, and it taunted Steve with the fact he made it empty.

"Then why isn't he here?!" Steve yells at the other empty seats in the room before crumbling again. "Why isn't he here?" He says more softly before another torrent of tears and sobs wash over him, and he hides his face in his hands. His heart hurts. Though it may as well not be there at all.

"Steve, you need to try and keep calm, alright? If not for your own sake, for mine, and for the kids. We can't lose you. We need you here, ok? I can only imagine how scary this all is, but we don't know, ok. I appreciate that's not super helpful, but it's better than it definitely being the worst-case scenario, right?" She tries again, and Steve hangs his head, wiping away his tears.

"Sorry." He says again.

"Listen, stop that. Stop apologising. You've said sorry so many times now, Steve. I forgive you. We all do." She says, patting his hand."In all the years we've known one another, even when we were really struggling, you never, ever raised your voice to me like that. Not once. I should have known then. I should have sent Val over when that happened, but I was such a mess too, Steve. I didn't know what to do."

Steve manages to calm down a little and look into her eyes, speaking softly, “Jen, please, this is not your fault, ok?” He swallows the lump in his throat, “Like, I know worse things are happening in the world. Things that make no sense. Someone running out on me because I did something so awful, at least that seems reasonable. It’s just hard right now, but I’ll get over it.” Jenny leans over and clasps his hand in both of hers.

“Someone? He’s not just someone. We don’t even know if he ran out for sure, though, Steve. Yeah, he sounded scared, but that could have been for a million different reasons for him yesterday, ok?” Steve shakes his head. He appreciates her trying, but he knows the terror he saw on Eddie’s face. He’s seen it before, fifteen years ago—pure fear. Jenny’s shoulders sink, she tilts her head, and her expression falls to sadness, “You’d give up. Just like that?” She asks, her voice cracking a little.

Steve looks down at the wires on his chest to avoid her eyes. He didn’t want to give up. He’d follow Eddie to the ends of the earth if he had to, but not under these circumstances, not when he would be…unwanted.

He pulls his hand from hers and gently pats her, “You need to rest, Jen. This is too much for you. I’d feel better if you just went home, ok?” She shakes her head defiantly with a sweet frown. “You want me to feel even worse than I do right now? What if this all makes you stressed out and sick, huh? You want that on my conscious too?” Steve puts on fake air of annoyance. He’s not mad with her, not at all, but he just wanted to be on his own for a while. “I’m fine. Look at me. I’m all plugged in!” Steve says, gesturing at the machines, widening his eyes at her in an irritated stare. Searching her eyes, he knows she isn’t really buying his performance, but she respects his wishes.

Jenny reaches into her bag and pulls out a cell phone, “Look, I know you can't use that in here, and the phone lines are still messed up, but if anything, Steve, just call or message me, or Val, or whoever.” She passes it over to him. “It’s not exactly the same phone, but the guy in the shop managed to get your old sim card in this one, so it's got all your old numbers and messages.” She gives him a smile that reads half hopeful, half pity and turns to leave. Steve puts the phone face down on the tray in front of him. It wasn’t even on, but just knowing that messages from Eddie were in there was almost too much. Like he was afraid, they would magically appear on the screen to taunt him and twist the daggers littering his heart. Jenny stops just before the door and turns back to him, “Don’t give up, Steve. Not until you know for sure. That's not you.” She gives him a final last smile and leaves.

Steve slumps back against the pillows,  he tries to focus on the TV in his room, but it is doing little to help him. His vision blurs as if he is looking beyond the screen, and his mind plunges him back into yesterday. He should fight it, but he almost wants it. He wants to feel that pain again because it's what he deserves. Let it feast on him so the hurt could drown out the shame. It couldn’t be anywhere close to the amount of pain his betrayal caused Eddie and Jenny yesterday.

In the early hours of Tuesday morning, Eddie had got a call from one of Jack's kids letting him know Jack had sadly passed away, and Eddie being who he is, had elected to go to be at Wayne's side immediately. Wayne had told him emphatically not to do that. He told him to give him a few hours to sort things out. Steve knew it was because he needed Eddie to calm down and wake up before he drove over there, and honestly, Eddie was going through a kaleidoscope of emotions. He was mad he had to hear it from the kids. He was frustrated Wayne had told him not to go. He was sad to have lost Jack, but he was also relieved that Jack was not suffering anymore, which filled him with guilt.

With the kids at Jenny's, there was no hurry to get them ready for school, so Steve took that time to soothe Eddie a little, make him feel good, and feel cared for, and once Eddie was back to a place where he wasn't pinballing between in his emotions, Steve made him breakfast and suggested maybe he go into work, make sure they can survive a week or so without him, and then collect Wayne and bring him back to theirs. He could have a guest room or the RV. There was lots of space, and they'd figure out something when the kids returned on Sunday. Eddie looked at him so softly with those big soulful eyes and smiled, "I'm so lucky to have you, babe." And Steve wishes that that had been the last time he'd seen Eddie that day. So he could have stayed Eddie's own personal Superman.

To save overly fretting, Steve had taken Beans for a long walk, mainly to kill time and to just breathe in the cool autumn air. He thought it might alleviate his own sorrows. He imagined how Wayne would feel right at that moment, he had already lost Jack in one way, but now he was gone, never to return. No mystical, time-altering, alternate dimension that he could return from, no time for him to get better and come home. He was gone, and nothing anyone could do could change that. There would be no second chance for Wayne and Jack. He selfishly turns the situation into his own. And at the mere possibility of one element of that happening to him and Eddie, an uncomfortable lump of emotion settled into his throat, his stomach swirled with nausea, and he felt his eyes brim with tears.

He pauses for a moment.

Initially, the walk through the reddening leaved trees did help, and everything seemed it would be ok until it suddenly wasn't. They were still fairly deep in the woods when they could hear sirens and the screeching of tires. As they emerge back into the neighbourhood, Steve notices a difference in Beans. She was tense and pulling on the lead, which wasn't her at all. She strained towards the first house, not entirely forcing Steve over there, which she could have done relatively easily. She was so strong.

Steve would never usually look into someone's house, but Bean's level of concern worried him. In the first house, he saw a man and woman holding one another tightly, their faces etched with something between fear and sorrow. Having assessed no one was in danger, Steve feels he's stumbled upon someone's personal tragedy and quickly pulls Beans away and continues the walk home, but then more things start to develop around him. Audible sobbing came from other open windows he'd passed. One of the bigger houses lowers its patriotic flag, and the thing that kicks Steve into a thunderous run home is when he overhears a woman shout to her husband, who had his hands to his head in the yard, "I can't get through. I can't get through to the kids". He rushes past the house and pulls out his cell. He tries to call Jenny. Busy tone. He tries to call Val. The line doesn't even ring. He tries to call Eddie, but it's more of the same.

Even in his top-speed run, it takes them another twenty minutes or so to get home. He is sweating heavily from the run, but simultaneously, an ice-cold chill runs up his spine. As he bursts through the front door, he dumps his keys and Bean's leash. He doesn't even remove it and heads straight to the phone, not even closing the door. He tries everyone again, but he can't get through.

Steve feels his already thudding heart begin to speed up with panic, his breathing shallower. He keeps trying on the phone, and a million terrible scenarios run through his head. What would affect everyone around here? Why was that woman shouting about her kids? It's gotta be a school incident. The thought of which soon has panic is swirling his stomach, forming a lump in his throat, tears he refuses to shed forming and stinging his eyes. Not my kids. Please, god, not my kids. He prayed wordlessly to whoever or whatever was listening.

Then it finally happens the phone line rings.

"Hello?" He says, trying to hide his panic.

"Oh god, Steve! Oh god!" Jenny's hysterical voice comes over the phone. No, no. Please, god, no. Steve squeezes his eyes shut and braces himself for a horror worse than he's ever felt.

"Jenny, listen to me. I need you to calm down. Tell me what's going on, ok?" Steve desperately tries to hold it together, his mind a rapid slide show of his children's faces, as he grips tightly onto the back of the chair.

"It all just happened so fast. First, there was one, and then whilst they were showing it another, and now…" she breaks down again, and Steve can't take this any more. A frustrated rage begins to swell up in him like a tidal wave about to crash down on the nearest bystander.

"Jenny!" He yells aggressively down the phone, "Where the fuck are my kids?! Where are they?!" There is a silence that must last two seconds, if that, but it feels like forever. 

When she replies, her voice still tearful but quieter and with a tone of realisation, "Val's gone to get our kids, Steve."

"Why is Val fucking going there to get my kids?! You call me!! Me, Jenny! Fucking Me. Ok?! " Steve pokes himself in the chest roughly. "I protect them! Me!" He feels a sting of pain in his arm and chest, and he has to wipe the beads of sweat from his brow.

"Steve," she says in a severe tone, "The kids aren't in danger. We just wanted to get them out of school and home." The words ring through his head, and his body folds into the nearest chair. He opens and closes his mouth a few times, instantly regretting his outburst.

"I thought…I just…Fuck...I thought something bad had happened. I panicked." He tries more calmly, but it's not an apology.

Jenny's sobs start up again, "Something awful has happened, Steve, but we're all ok, but…um…turn on the TV, Steve. I'm sorry" The panic starts to rise in Steve again. Was it Eddie, is he hurt? No, no. That wouldn't affect everyone in the neighbourhood unless it was some kind of tragic massive collision. Eddie should be at work or on his way to see Wayne. The thundering in his chest starts up again, and now he has the searing pain of indigestion, possibly from all that running. "Don't put the phone down, Steve. I'm right here, ok?" She tries to calm him through her waves of emotion.

Steve pulls the phone as far as he can into the next room to see the TV. He grabs the remote and switches the TV on. The sight that met his eyes was unbelievable. He double-checks the corner of his screen to see that he hasn't stumbled upon a movie. He flicks through the news stations, and it's all the same view. A view he knows well. A view he's seen from one of his Dad's offices a few times. A view where something should be that isn't. A snowfall that wasn't snow at all. Billowing smoke of grey and black engulfed the streets and sky. Standing with his eyes and mouth wide open, he whispers into the handset, "Jesus Christ," and the cell phone in his pocket rings. He answers it quickly, and his eyes flick back to the screen.

"Oh my god, babe, are you alright? I've been trying to get through for ages now!" Eddie's voice crackles down the line. Steve opens his mouth to reply, but everything rushing at him is terrifying. Not even Eddie's voice brings him comfort. Not only is it distorted by the phone line, but it is riddled with panic. The second of respite he does get is just knowing Eddie is still in the world. Not that he was anywhere near all of this.

"Steve? Can you hear me? This fucking piece of shit phone, I swear to Christ!! Steve? Baby? Can you hear me? Are you ok?" His voice of desperation and frustration surges down the phone into Steve's ear and breaks him out of his stupor.

"Yeah, yeah, I'm fine. All good. Kids are on their way to Jenny and Val's. I…I just…uh…" Steve puts on his mask, but the visuals from the TV start looking different. More vivid. He swears he sees a lightning flash.

"Ok…" Eddie didn't sound like he was buying it, "You've got Beans there with you, right, honey?" Eddie says, but his voice is fading. As Steve cautiously approaches the TV, the smoke spreads out, almost like it's one of those 3D movies.

"Yeah…Beans is here," Steve says in a distracted, quiet voice, without looking, but suddenly he can feel her pawing at him and shoving him with her nose.

"Steve?" Eddie asks again, and Beans starts barking, "Ok, listen. I'm gonna need you to turn off the TV and hold tight until I get back, ok. I've just left work to go get Wayne, and once I've got him, I'll come straight to you, ok, babe?" Steve nods to respond, "Can you do that, Steve? Just turn it off, ok? I don't think it's a good idea to be watching it on your own." 

Steve can hear his words perfectly well this time, even if he is a little far away sounding. "Uh-huh. I will…I just…" Beans' barking is getting louder and more insistent. It's starting to irritate him because it's overloading his senses. "Hold on a second." Steve's eyes, still trained on the TV, ushers Beans out of the door and shuts it."Sorry, I will. I'll turn it off, sure," he lies. Something about the disaster on screen was pulling him in.

That's when the channel switching starts.

Eddie's voice falls away from him entirely as the smoke seems to drop out of the screen into his living room in tall plumes. He looks around like being surrounded by a three-sixty version of the window from Hawkins High School. When he saw those impossibly tall chimneys of smoke for the first time. When the Upside Down started spilling into their world, along the cracks in the ground, making way for otherworldly horrors to traverse into Hawkins.

The panoramic window falls away from his sight, and he gingerly reaches out towards the smoke. Black and grey particles fall gently in the spaces in between. Looking around, he feels like he is in some horrific snow globe, and it's not long before something gives it all a shake, and Steve falls to the floor, bumping his head a little on the table. As he stands and brushes himself down, he realises he's not in his walking gear anymore. Instead, he's fitted with protective clothing decorated with weapons.

His living room is gone. The ground under his feet is cold and hard. A multitude of roars fill his ears in the distance. His breathing is panicked, the coat buckles across his chest and his arms tighten hard with a squeeze. 

Then the vines come, they creep along the floor towards him, up and over him, rapidly wrapping around him until he can see nothing and can only feel the tightness around his body as he yells to be released, but soon a vine clamps over his mouth to put a stop to that also. He's being dragged somewhere he can't see, and as the vines begin to release and open, he hears a swooping and screeching and soon his scars sear with incredible pain as the demo bats descend on him, tearing into his flesh. He waits to meet his demise. Waits for the tail to wrap around his neck, but this time, he is alone. No friends in sight. No rescue at the last second. However, it doesn't come. Instead, he is outside the Creel house. The vines and bats disperse, allowing him to get to his feet outside the door. He knows what is beyond. He has to destroy him this time. For his friends. For his family. For everyone, even himself. He reaches behind to grip his bat or axe, but his hand meets air. The weapons that littered his outfit are gone. 

Steve looks over his shoulder, and for a moment, he thinks about it. Running. He can't beat this man, this monster, unarmed, with no powers, but he has to try. He can't let this apocalyptic nightmare leave this place. He has to stop it. He has to protect his children. This can't be their reality. He has to keep them safe.

Steve rolls his shoulders and takes a deep breath, stepping forward. The doors and windows get sucked and snapped backwards inside the house. He peers into the darkness placing his foot on the stairs. The darkness moves, curves and warps, and thousands of spiders spill out of the empty frames of the house. Despite how scared he is, the spiders don't bother him at all. They leave the house in droves, a purpose only they know and as they pass him, they combine together and grow in size. Great hulking, demonic versions of themselves striding into the dark plumes of smoke, no doubt to destroy the world beyond. Back Home.

He turns his attention back to the doorway, steels himself and barges through. He knows where he has to go, the attic. With the vines missing this time, his ascent is more straightforward, but not without moments of trouble. When his boot gets stuck on one of the stairs when the house starts shaking, and some debris from above him comes crashing down but narrowly misses him. The demodogs that jump out at him but seem preoccupied with making noise, warped whimpers, and leaving the house rather than attacking him.

As he rounds the last few stairs, he reaches out and grabs a tall floor lamp. He wields it like his trusty baseball bat, and his heart is fiercely pounding in his chest, the sweat is pumping out of him, and his clothing pulls painfully tight against him again. 

He sees before him, Vecna. Held aloft by his vines. Eyes closed, focused on something else. Steve closes his eyes too for a moment, a last look at his loved ones. This could be the end of everything. His last chance to see them, to remember them. His mind swims with the faces of his friends from before and his friends now. The smiling faces of those closest to him now, Val, Jenny, Eddie and last of all, Mackenzie and Corey, laughter etched in their faces, and it rings in his ears like they are right there with him. 

He swallows the emotion down and uses it to fuel the fire within himself. He'd end this evil monster or die trying. He screws up his face in a deep frown, draws back the lamp and, with a roar, charges headlong at Vecna to take a swing.

Time slows, and inches from contact, the lamp is frozen in space and time, and a monstrous voice echoes around him. "Steve, what do you think you are doing?" Vecna's eyes open suddenly the lamp flies out of Steve's hands into the darkness and out of his reach. Steve scrambles around for something, anything, but he has nothing, only himself. 

The vines plugged into Vecna detach and wrap around Steve, "I had to come back for you," Vecna sneers at him mockingly as he stalks towards him, his distorted hand outstretched.

"I won't let you win!" Steve rages, "I won't. I'd rather die!"

"Look at me, Steve," Vecna replies, his eyes boring into Steve's. "Please, look around. Look at what you are doing." He growls as the vines tighten around him, and the disproportionate hand stretches over Steve's head. "Come back to me, Steve. Where you belong."

A second wind, a last-ditch attempt, some forgotten rage within him, ignites, and with all his might, Steve breaks free of the vines around him and shoves Vecna backwards. Once he's stumbling back, Steve grabs hold of him and charges with him into the wall. Slams him against it.

"I will end you. I am going to stop your evil before it spreads. I won't let you hurt them. I protect them! Me! I won't let you hurt them." He thuds him against the wall again, "Even if all I have to help me do it are my fists!" he yells. He quickly presses his forearm against the evil being's throat and draws back his other fist. He swears to himself then and there that he won't stop until Vecna is dead and gone and everyone he loves is safe again.

"Steve," is all Vecna says as Steve lands the first blow, which misses him somehow, and Steve's fist hits the wall to the side of his head. Frustration wells up in him as he feels the monster of a man pushing back against him. Writhing and grabbing at him desperately. He knows he has him now. He can do this. He can stop all of this. Steve pulls back his fist again, which is throbbing already from the impact of the wall, and just before he sends it forward, he feels a pinch in his side.

Steve blinks a few times, and the channel flickers, something familiar comes into view again. He thinks he can see his wallpaper. Steve shakes his head. It's just one of his mind games.

"Steve, please!" The dark wizard beseeches him, and Steve sees his expression change, no longer an intimidating sneer or cold stare but one of fear. He looks closer, and the shape of his eyes changes, rounder, softer, darker somehow. "You don't have to do this, Steve!" he chokes out; this time, his distorted voice was intertwined with something else.

Steve blinks a few more times, frozen in place. Not easing up, but also not throwing the readied blow he has hanging in the air. Then something totally bizarre happens. The house shakes again, but everything starts to dissolve. The old wooden lined walls melt away to reveal his wallpaper and his windows. The floorboards beneath him no longer crumbling but carpeted. His heart still beating impossibly fast, pain surging through his arms and chest. Steve raises his eyes to Vecna, only to not see him at all but to see Eddie.

Eddie's eyes are wide open, his face purpling, pure fear etched into it. His hands clutching at the forearm cutting off his air supply. Next to his head is a hole in the wall, and Steve's arm is still firmly pressed into his throat.

"Oh god." Steve's voice whispers in a tremble of terrible realisation, "What have I done?" He tries to say, but it's garbled. He looks around frantically and immediately releases Eddie.

The pain stabs into him again, shooting up his arm, and the last thing he remembers is clutching his chest and Eddie stumbling out of the front door. 

Then it's just nothing. 

Then he woke up here.

He slumps forward again, head in his hands, and he lets the tears overwhelm him and flow as free as they'd like. No one was here to see it. Finally, he looks up at the ceiling and releases a guttural wail of remorse. Grieving what he had only yesterday, right there in the palm of his hand, he had everything he could wish for, and now in its place, a crumbling pile of bitter ashes. 

His mind lets him go back to that fortuitous meeting at the library, and then it's a sped-up movie of them rekindling something. Something he didn't even know was anything more than an unrequited crush but blossomed into something beyond his expectation, and all he had to do was tend it, keep it alive. The magic was in the people around him. Steve reasons because he is broken. He failed again. Just like he failed with Jenny. He'd always fail at this, yet again, he'd pulled the people he cared most about down with him.

As his mind cycles through every step of him and Eddie falling in love, it cruelly shows him all the tenderness, the looks, the words, the touches, the kisses, the laughter, the desperately intimate moments. His own brain mocks him torturously with all the things he'd never have again now. This is what you could have had, Steve, but you're just too messed up. You don't deserve this. You're worthless. A stain on your family name, just like your Dad said.

How could he have fucked so much up so quickly? In a matter of hours. Sure, he hadn't meant to hurt or scare Eddie, he'd never want to do that, not ever, but it still didn't take away the fact he had. All because he was so screwed up in the head. Eddie had only asked recently about getting some medical treatment and if Steve had just done it. Just booked it. Just gone to see someone as soon as he could. Maybe none of this would have happened. None of that mattered now. How could Eddie ever trust him again after that? He'd betrayed him in the worst possible way. He couldn't see it was him, blinded by hallucinations. All he could think about was looking at it from Eddie's point of view. 

Eddie would have seen the person he loved and trusted blindly taking a swing at him, not recognising him, like he'd forgotten him, and then hurt him. Eddie's fearful eyes flash into Steve's mind repeatedly, each time zooming in a little closer until he could see the tears balanced on his lashes. 

Full of self-loathing, Steve wishes he could wipe his mind of this again. He had no idea what to do. Was apologising really good enough? There is no way it could ever make up for that.

A knock at the door interrupts his downward spiral, and he quickly wipes his eyes. 

"Mr Harrington? May I come in?" the voice of the nurse rings out.

"Yeah, sure," he says quickly with a slight sniffle as the nurse enters the room. His smile is a comfort. Steve isn't sure how much he knows. He approaches the bed.

"How are we doing, sir? Any pain, headaches or anything else?" he asks gently whilst observing the monitors and making notes on his clipboard.

"No, well, nothing unexpected. I have a bruise on my head and my hand, I think." Steve says solemnly, and the nurse closes the clipboard, turning to him.

"Anything else you wanna mention? We're only here to help," he says kindly, a pitying look on his face, "We don't just treat physical things, you know?" Steve nods and realises he knows.

"Yeah, I think I need that help, I'm not sure exactly what I need, but I need something. But er, with everything going on," Steve gestures at the TV, "I imagine I'm pretty low down the list of priorities, so maybe I can get some information on places I can stay for a while. You know…" he chokes back a sob, choosing his words carefully, "Where I can't scare anyone?" The nurse leans into his view.

"Hey, what happened must have been terrifying for you, but it was such a lot for so many people. You aren't alone, ok? Other people had reactions to everything that happened too. Every fourth of July, we have people come in, you know? The loud bangs and flashes affect some of the older veterans too. Having said that, I will ask for some information to be brought to you. So at least it's one less thing on your mind." He smiles warmly at Steve, "Things are going to be ok. You're recovering much better than we expected. Despite what happened, your heart…it's very strong."

Steve would smile back, but it would be fake, so he nods and looks back down at his bruised knuckles.

"Also, Mr Harrington, I know you said you only wanted to see family, but I've got two people in the waiting area. One is threatening us with legal action, and the other is scaring the other patients by listing and detailing phobias. I thought I recognised her from somewhere, but it was ridiculous. She looks like that director. I've forgotten the name now." The nurse screws up their face trying to remember.

Steve's eyes widen, and for the first time since he woke up, he feels something that isn’t doused in regret. He replies excitedly, "Yeah, yeah! Please. Send them in." Then he looks down at himself, "Would you mind helping me be a bit more visit-ready first?" The nurse beams at Steve and assists.

A few minutes later, Steve can hear footsteps running down the corridor, the squeak of sneakers and another knock at the door.

"Come in", he says, filled with nervous energy.

A head pops round the door, "Hey, Dingus! Having hospital fun without us? Rude!!"

[udon-udon]

i was watching something on youtube last night and then on the side saw a song and i was like “i have no idea who this is but ima give it a listen cause i need new music” so i click it and at first at the beginning since it was a lil slow i was like “mmmm dont think this is gonna be up my alley” so i skim some forward and right when i heard her singing, my jaw dropped, and it stayed dropped the entire rest of the song

oh my god, Pandora by Suzuna Nagihara. This type of music is typically not up my alley (like i’ll find it cool but i wouldnt download it) BUT over the course of the song, the song just got more epic and epic and im like HOLY SHIT??? with every new section. Very JRPG, Nier-like, epic, full of choruses, and the banger part is the synth bEATS that are incorporated into it which i fuckin love. 

But that’s not what captivated me. What captivated me was her VOICE. Her singing. oh my god. idek where to start. It’s so airy, breathy, and LIGHT, yet she still manages hit the stronger notes at the same time when she needs to. But even her stronger notes sound light and open. Idk if it’s the help of the mixing of the song or not but omg, just, the way she sings this song fITS SO WELL FOR THIS TYPE OF SONG AND JUST WORKS SO WELL AND IT JUST MAKES THE SONG S TIER. and i love it so much. Voice aside though, the song is just kinda insane, i love the distortion/glitch at 0:44. i think it was a great way to introduce the faster speed of the song/transition into the actual (?) song. As if the part before 0:44 was just a prologue (as she sings in the lyric) ((Though I feel like the song actually starts at 1:40))

I obviously then checked out her other stuff and she does a ton of JP song covers, and of course they’re all very good, but there are definitely certain songs that works better for her voice, cause I don’t think she’s a big belter (though she can, of course). She tends to sing best with her head voice (?), which makes me think that her cover of Kaede’s Koikaze from Cinderella Girls was one of her better covers. Not saying her other covers were bad, but Koikaze and her original song Pandora are up up up up there. Singing in a head voice/falsetto is definitely her stronger suit and more to her. 

Her regular speaking voice is also very nice :)))))))))))))))))

Anyway go check the song out pls thank you, i never usually bother with writing this much about something that isn’t a sad post, SO THAT JUST SHOWS HOW POWERFULLY THIS SONG/HER VOICE HIT ME.

It’s also on the quieter side for some reason so u gotta boost ur volume, it might have been on purpose but that was a Bad choice to do that imhO. this song needs to be LOUD.

Also one last note: the part from 3:57-4:04 is so chilling cause of the way she sang it, that emotion sounded SO, SO RAW. whether she was acting or not (maybe most likely ?) it was so jaw dropping, i remember my jaw dropping more than it already dropped and breaking my floor when i got to that part for the first time.

TLDR: I love Suzuna’s Nagihara’s voice a lot, especially in her original song called Pandora, so give it a listen :)

[slbakershomosexualagenda]

The thing about writing in the Lovecraft Universe is that not all the monsters and gods are public domain or fair use. You'd actually be surprised--- I know I was because I assumed everything I'd ever seen included in like, a TTRPG was fair game. Nope.

Part of me writing this series has been me checking every single thing I want to include for who wrote it, when, has their estate made a public comment somewhere, or for the still-living contributors, what does their website say.

Copyright law/license shit is kind of a minefield, and I'm not going to pretend like I know everything about it, but here's kind of how I've gone about it:

Because this project is using these characters as a form of "critique and commentary" (it's a black comedy, so, duh) I could insist it's all protected under parody law. Though a lot of the estate holders are American, I'm not. Parody law isn't as well protected in Canada, and regardless, this is supposed to be a low-stress little side project for me, I'm not only not interested on dying on that hill, I don't want to go near it if I don't have to.

Names of characters are not copywritable, but likenesses are. If a character doesn't show up, it'd be reasonably safe to mention they exist by name at least. Still, I've aired on the side of caution with some copywrited Lovecraft Universe characters depending on what context I'm mentioning them by not using their proper name, just alluding to them. Example: "Cthylla/The Hidden One" as "Daughter of the Hidden Deep", "Secret of Secrets." (Note: that's actually the funny thing about authors who convert their old fanfic into original lit. The often don't actually remove the content that makes it possibly copyright infringement, lol. 50 Shades was similar enough to Twilight Stephanie Meyer probably could have sued--- the only issue being that neither works were unique enough to have a super strong case . . . And E.L.James really exploited that with her cover art choices and stuff like that.)

Some characters are TECHNICALLY inventions of Lovecraft, so likely public domain (though even that's kind of jumbled), but it gets murky since a lot of the lore written about them was from different authors. There's not really a good answer when it comes to characters like this (Sidenote: did you know that in Oz The Great and Powerful they had to be careful as to what specific shade of green they made the wicked witch because she's not actually green in the original books? But, you know, people kind of expect the wicked witch to be green now even though MGM still holds the copyright on that version of the character. I dont know why that was never an issue for Wicked, but, whatever.)

It was Lovecraft's wish that writers keep adding and expanding to his universe and concepts even before any of his works entered the public domain (though IP law was a lot different back then) but that doesn't mean every creator that contributes feels the same way. I've hunted down every public statement on the matter I could find to see if they express any opinion on that matter. I've seen some sites state that certain creators are "very understanding" as a secondhand account but unless I could find a direct statement from the creator themselves, I've taken that as a no. So for some characters, out of respect for the author, I've tried avoiding using their creations all together unless I feel it's kneecapping the intent of my storyline (the premise of my novellas is kind of hinges on the metacommentary of living manifestations of fear) where I insert whole new creations that I hope evoke the spirit of the monster/God they're based on. My headcanon is that they're avatars or manifestations of the characters, but different enough that I'm not stepping on the authorial wishes of their creators.

I know personally in the extremely unlikely event someone wants to use a character or concept I've created as an addition to the Lovecraft Canon in their roleplay or story, movie, video game whatever, I'd be very excited. That's part of the fun of the Lovecraft property, I'm just happy to be included, but. Respecting artist IP is important.

[hungerandthirst]

second program done – grade 4s again but from a co-ed school

these kids were soooo different from last week’s angels – i think this was genuinely the worst listening ability i’ve ever seen in a group of kids. we never once had silence, it was impossible to get their attention. and it was kind of cute because they all just liked each other a lot and wanted to talk to each other all the time but holy shit. even one minute of actual listening was not achievable.

this group was also a little bit like “too cool for school” and many of them were referencing memes etc which is so sad and disorienting to see from 9 year olds…

that said, at the end of the program we did a gratitude activity and got really genuine answers about like food, nature, family/friends etc so obviously some things clicked. i also got real engagement and insightful answers after the sit spot with my group which was interesting because i honestly didn’t think they would be able to handle it. but sometimes they surprise you

i definitely started the week in a funk and would randomly sink into despair whenever i had a minute to myself. this is the first job i’ve had where i haven’t had coworkers who became true friends (it’s only been two weeks but my only coworkers are three people in the mid 30s to early 40s range who are all my direct superior…..) obviously that’s just lucky on my part but i think it’s actually taking a toll that i just do the work and then I’m completely alone and i’m the only new person and there’s nobody to just like chat shit and process the new working environment with. it feels like being an only child again – i dont know anything and the three of them know each other super well and people are nice to me but there’s nobody to hang out with. and this makes it harder for me to pull off the energy i need to engage kids for 14 hours a day because i have no outlet for anything when I’m there. it’s kind of lonely.

last weekend i was sooooo anxious about canoeing and my walkabout and i had literally no reason to be it was completely fine. canoeing actually kind of pissed me off because nobody gave me any instructions and the tide was sooooooo low that it was so difficult and chaotic to launch…. then when we were trying to raft up with the other canoes i meant to tell the left side to do something but i accidentally said right so we went the wrong way and it just felt so shitty idk. and then when we landed the tide was still so low and my boat hit a sandbar so I had to push us back out and try again to come in and my hiking boots got full of water and i was actually just in such a bad mood. ugghhhhh it was literally fine i just was pissed off

because of that my boots were wet for the entire program and it was so uncomfortable. and now I need to figure out what to do because they smell foul

the weather was unbelievable like it was sunny as they got off the ferry and then it started raining as soon as we launched the canoes an hour later. then it rained and was freezing for 48 hours straight until we did our closing circle and as soon as they got on the ferry to leave it was sunny again…. audacious weather

my poor kids were soaking wet and freezing and we still had to eat lunch outside and they kept asking me why we had to eat outside and i was like girl i literally have no idea. we’re trying to cram 50 people under this tiny tarp can we not just find somewhere to go under cover or indoors like this is insane.

on that note like we literally just need more staff. trying to run programs like this with a staff team of literally 4 people is insane. even just one extra set of hands would make a huge difference and they have no backup plan if somebody gets sick/injured

i’m worried that one of the teachers gave negative feedback about me on the evaluation forms??? there was just some weird specificity in handing out the forms in our debrief meeting that seemed like there was something about either me or one specific other staff member. and that’s fair because i don’t think i did my best work this week but i do wanna know and it sucks because I have THREE BOSSES and NO COWORKERS so everybody just gets to know except for me

i don’t even know like…. in this job i’ve experienced a range from “i like this” to “i actively dislike this” which has never really happened to me at a job like this before. I’ve never once been like wow i love this so much!!! and it’s unusual for my to not enjoy work/being outdoors to the point that i just want to go home. it has its redeeming moments for sure and it seems to get better as the week goes on but it’s hard to not have coworkers that aren’t my superior

my main boss said i was really funny and everybody liked the characters i did this week 👍

got my first pay check and not a moment too soon

i am really looking forward to my summer job w the whales and i have a zoom call with the team on monday so that’s something to look forward to

the program this upcoming week is a completely new curriculum in a completely new location so i’m basically starting from scratch…… sigh.

only 5 more programs babe… it’s fine

[jaggybot3000]

originally I thought the voice changing thing in Be Born was Heart trying to take back control or fight Mind's influence, but tbh that doesnt make sense if he literally JUST resigned himself in the song prior (The Heart Acoustic), and said he wanted to see how Mind would fare. i doubt he would want to take back control anytime soon.

and since the song is about Mind trying to convince Heart to get over his depression and keep writing songs with him despite whatever sadness he feels, his message would be kinda redundant if Heart was just parroting Mind the entire time and seemingly agreeing with him. like, the point is Mind is trying to explain his reasoning, and even if he's somehow able to force Heart to sing along with him, then why would he even bother explaining? like he could just make him sing and be done with it, but he can't because it's not that simple, he is actively trying to CONVINCE Heart to sing with him, and it's not working.

i think Heart only bites back/speaks up again during Storm and a Spring, to mock Mind and his claims of wanting to keep making music he "loves", and he does it with a very clear, strong, and notably undistorted voice. (on a similar note, i dont think it's even remotely Soul in Be Born cus he kinda disappears after the beginning of Cacaphony and doesnt come back until with a bang with The Soul Eclectic, I doubt he would join Mind in berating Heart when he's the one that most wants them to get along)

and although i mentioned the black words/white background thing as Mind's signature (which is true) it is still inconsistent across pre-Light lyric videos since the entire lore was developed alongside the album. Just Apathy and Ruler of Everything notably has it flipped (Heart w the black lettering and Mind w the white lettering) when it shouldn't be. but what remains consistent, even in those songs, are when a different character starts singing, the background switches to follow their voice. which is not the case for Be Born. it stays white with black lettering, only briefly glitching at times, but NOT at the parts where "Heart" supposedly sings.

In other songs, Heart also has moments where his supposed "normal" voice distorts, though not as majorly as Mind's, very notably in The Bidding during the "Here he is the piece of shit/Sitting seething high atop his stolen throne" or "We've been here like a thousand times" where it almost sounds like it's coming through a radio. Heart and Mind are more similar than they like to admit, given they are different sides of the same person, so it makes sense that their voices can become more clear or more distorted, just like their other half's. it makes sense that they...

...have the same voice. okay yeah it's like a no shit moment cus yeah of course it is indeed just Chonny Jash putting on different voices for each of his characters based off him. but the point is they sound so similar that even after learning their distinctions/differences, the audience still mistakes one for another. it further blurs the lines of where these characters start and end, and just how similar they are, which connects to the point of the album's journey. it is interesting to think about what it implies for a character like Mind, when his voice reverts back to "normal", or Heart, when his voice becomes distorted.

tldr: every part in "Heart's" voice during Be Born could just be Mind himself, voice bugging and glitching bc he's unstable, reverting to a similar, maybe even weaker version of Heart's (or Whole's, technically) voice. maybe it's not so much Heart trying to fight Mind's influence as much as Mind trying to fight off Heart's influence in the song. or something.

anyway long story short, yayy new headcanon has Been Born(aha) yayy!! Minds voice is pathetically weak and he tries his best to cover it up w his voice modulator. idiot.

wait. i might sound super fucking stupid but is there any chance be born is just really just mind singing by himself

nowhere was it stated heart or soul sang in the song too, iirc it's just common for ppl to speculate on which of them is singing. even in the lyric video (where in the description chonny jokes about releasing the songs in the wrong order, meaning he already had a good idea of the lore/characters) there is only black lettering upon a white background, which is mind's signature. what if the voice changing is just the equivalent of voice cracking for mind. have we ever thought about that. this is highly embarrassing for him

[tonberry-yoda]

Soft - Genos

Pairing - Genos x f!reader

Warnings - none! just a load of fluff

Word Count - 762

Notes - this one has the potential for a part two, but tbh, i dont know if i wanna make one lol, lemme know if y'all want one tho because i am a huge fan of this one

And don’t forget, REQUESTS ARE OPEN! So if you want to request any writing, please don’t hesitate to ask, but please read my pinned post before requesting! Please enjoy!! Don’t forget to stay hydrated! <3

She hung her keys up and stretched. She hoped to god her roommate made some dinner. “Hey, Saitama, did you-” She froze as she walked into the living room to look for him, instead finding a blonde with bright yellow eyes. “Who the hell are you?” The man looked behind him and back at her. “Are you talking to me?” “Yeah! Who are you? And what the hell are you doing in my apartment?!” “This is not your apartment, miss. I think you are mistaken. This is master Saitama’s apartment.” “I'm his roommate. I didn't know you knew Saitama. You nearly scared the shit out of me, I was about to beat you with a random umbrella.” She giggled, walking towards Saitama’s room. “Are you looking for master Saitama?” She looked towards the man, who she just noticed was wearing an apron as he was cleaning the living room. “Uh… yeah.” “Oh, he's not home at the moment. He will be back though.” “Ah, damn. I was hoping he would make me dinner.” “Oh, dinner is already covered. It is in the fridge, you may have to heat it up.” She tilted her head and smiled softly. “Thank you.” “Of course. Though, the one on the top shelf is master Saitama’s. Yours is just the leftovers that we had.” “Okay. Thanks!” “Sure.” She noticed little things about the man as she was heading towards the kitchen. How he made the room literally warmer as she walked in. And for some reason he gave off the sound of a computer motor. She doesn't know where the hell Saitama found him, but she liked him.

“I am Genos, by the way.” She looked up to find Genos on the other side of the counter while she was heating up her food. “Nice to meet you, Genos! I'm y/n.” She stuck out her hand in front of her and when he grabbed it, she noticed that his arms were completely made out of metal. Was this guy a robot? “Are you… a robot?” “Close. I am a cyborg.” “Oh… so like… does your face feel like a human or…” “Would you like to feel it?” She felt her face get warm. Before she could respond, though, Genos grabbed her hand softly and brought it to his face. She went to pull back, but his eyes, which were once dim, were now glowing a soft, yellow light. “I am not going to hurt you.” She allowed him to pull her hand closer, but she jumped and pulled away when she heard the front door open.

“Jesus, Saitama! Warn me next time.” “Sorry,” Saitama giggled and rubbed the back of his neck. “I didn't mean to scare you. Oh,” he saw Genos still holding her hand. “I see you’ve met Genos.” “Why haven't I met him before? And why did I have to find him in an apron cleaning our kitchen.” “Sorry. I must’ve forgotten.” She rolled her eyes with a little giggle and turned back, going to grab her food. She was held back by Genos though, who was still holding her hand. Not in a rough way though. It was soft. “Would you still like to feel my face?” She blushed and Saitama turned around, confused. “What? What’s going on over there?” “Nothing, Saitama! Just go take your pants off.” “Oh yeah!” Saitama ran off, and it was just her and Genos again. “Well? Would you?” “Uh… yeah.” She stuck out her hand and rubbed his cheek as he pulled his hand away. That computer motor sound was back, but it was faint. Soft. His face felt just like a human face, but a little bit different. She cupped his face and he immediately melted to her touch, the weight of his face filling her hand. She scooted closer and he closed his eyes, the light from his eyes being transferred to his chest. The motor in his body was making a gentle hum, like he never wanted to leave. She just kept her eyes on him. She couldn't help but stare. He looked so… comfortable.

Genos quickly jerked out of whatever state he was in though, looking a little embarrassed. “I am sorry. That lasted a little longer than it needed to, my apologies.” “No… you’re fine.” “Uh…” Genos cleared his throat, his face getting a little red. “Well, I hope you enjoy your dinner.” He quickly turned away and grabbed a second plate for Saitama, bringing it to his room. She watched as he walked by, intrigued, and definitely developing a crush.

[smallesttits]

•Jealously, Jealousy•

This is one of my stories from wattpad, felt like adding it on here. My wattpad is in my bio, ZONT STEAL MY SHIT IM BEGGING YOU LMAO ILL COME FOR YOU. (Side note, just go follow my wattpad if you want more of these because I have more on there💀)

Walking home alone home from a party I arrived to with my boyfriend was not how I imagined this would go down.

It was just past midnight, him and I had only been there for a mere hour and he was no where to be found. I considered calling vinnie, I knew he'd come pick me up in seconds if I asked. But I knew that if Oliver wasn't actually doing anything, we'd have a fight over Vinnie. Again.

Vinnie's been my bestfriend my entire life. We grew up together. He was my crush, my first kiss, my first lover. He moved away the second year of our relationship and it broke me. We tried our best to stay in contact but it was practically impossible with our different time zones. He used to visit often, before Oliver found me.

He was mad at me for about a week when I told him Oliver asked me out, and a solid month after when I told him I agreed.

We eventually found peace with one another, but I knew as long as I was in a relationship with anyone other than him.. he wouldn't be ok with it.

See Vinnie Hacker isnt the typical protector. He promised when we were little he would protect me until the day I died. And he always has.

I sniffle and adjust my jacket as I keep walking, around the corner from my house. My car was in the front, apparently Oliver decided he had full rights to it and drove himself home.

I sighed and opened the car door, snatching my keys and locking the door before walking up the stairs. The lights were not on, which was a pretty bad sign.

I had Vinnie on speed dial. Of course.

Unlocking the front door quietly, I shut it and look down at the trail of clothes leading to my fucking room.

I laugh, it's all I can do other than cry. I knew something wasnt right about him.

And the worst part is, he isn't even drunk.

I throw my keys on the counter and walk up the stairs to my bedroom. Hoarse moans and screams leave the room, the walls almost fucking shaking. I shiver in disgust.

Opening the door softly, I lean on the frame as the girl gets fucked from behind. His dick wasnt even that good, barely 3 or 3 ½ inches. I roll my eyes at the thought.

They dont notice me, and don't slow either. Its.. embarrassing. He looks as if he's trying to go his fastest on that poor girl. Hm, must suck.

"Alright dont you think you've had enough fun," I finally shout after a full minute of them still going at it.

They both scream, he goes to cover himself and not the girl. He pushes her off the bed. She tumbles down, and that looked like it fucking hurt.

I hold back a laugh.

"Get your shit, and leave." I smile at her, facing him now. He looks so weak, so scared. Its amusing.

"You. On the bed, now. Sit and if you move I swear on my life you won't see the light of day tomorrow." I narrow my eyes at him and watch as the girl scrambles down the stairs. When I hear the front door close after a couple seconds, probably putting her clothes back on, I walk into the closet and grab rope. My bed and his bed were different for one reason. He didn't have many kinks.

I did.

The mirror above my bed wasn't there for nothing, shall I say.

Lucky for me I'd get to use it on someone who deserves it.

Vinnie.

I walked out and saw him shaking as I pulled the rope with me, walking over and straddling him.

"You a-aren't mad right? I-I'm drunk baby, I didn't mean too, I- I thought that was you!" He lies as I sit on him, snatching his wrists into restraints in which I tied to the bed post.

I sigh, finishing off on the tying and just sitting over him now. He was still so scared. I laughed. Bringing my hand up, I cupped his cheek to soothe him.

Before slapping him right across the face.

And then again.

And then.. again.

They were not hard slaps, no. I'm not going to abuse him like that.

Just something to knock some sense into him.

I jump off of him and wiggle my fingers at him as a sign of me leaving. I walk downstairs and pick his clothes from the front up, and onto the front porch. Walking up to his room, I gather the few things he had and shoved them into a suitcase, along with his soap and toothbrush, and other things from the bathroom he owned. I rolled the suitcase down down the hall and pushed it outside with his other clothes, dusting my hands off when I closed the door.

Oops, the suitcase wasn't closed.

Eh.

Picking up my phone from my pocket, I hesitated.. but still called Vinnie. He answered on the second ring. Yep, definitely not over him..

"Hey, what's up love?" He starts off and my cheeks heat up immediately. I should be used to the pet name, he's called me it for years. But this time it felt amazing.

"Hey vin.. where are you?" I ask, knowing it's a stupid question. I didnt want to talk about the Oliver situation just yet.

"Umm.. actually on my way to see you. Is that ok? I can get a hotel or something if olive oil doesn't want me to 'steal his girlfriend'," he chuckles.

I gasp, not prepared for any of that. I didnt know he was coming to see me. And I didnt know Oliver had ever said  anything like that.

"Oh, no that's actually.. perfect. I have a little problem you could help me with though.." I mumble.

--vinnie arriving <3 --

A knock on the front door sends butterflies shooting through my body.

But before I can reach the door, Oliver screams. "Y/N WHO IS THAT? DONT LET THEM IN THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING?"

I chuckle and open the door quickly, glad I explained what happened before Vinnie got here.

I smiled at him shyly as I look at the porch. He moved all of Oliver's stuff into a chair, the suitcase open so he can pack his shit. he's too kind.

"Hey love," he whispers, wrapping his arms around my waist. It feels so amazing to have him here with me, me wrapped around him.

"I missed you," I mumble into his neck as he moves his hand and grabs my ass almost fully, Holding me onto him.

I kicks the door shut and I'm moved, my legs wrapped around his waist and both of his hands squeezing my butt. I held back a moan.

"You don't know how much I've missed you y/n-" he grunts, but Oliver's screams cut him off.

"IS THAT FUCKING VINNIE?" he cries, and I can feel the house start to shake a little from his constant moving and thrashing.

"Vin, we need to get along with my plan and quickly." I blush as he nods and carries me up the stairs quickly.

Oliver, still naked and tied perfectly up sat there as Vinnie and I looked at him. Well, Vinnie narrowed his eyes slightly and I glared.

I tap Vinnie's shoulder and he puts me down, but not before kissing my forehead softly.

I moan for him and him only, then turn and walk over to Oliver.

He shudders when I sit infront of him, slowly arching my back as I pull myself closer to his dick.

I can hear Vinnie's silent protest from behind me as I stick my tongue out and pretend to lick up Oliver's dick.

"Alright that's enough of that," he grumbles and snatches me off the bed.

Oliver is left tied up and disgustingly hard again, all because of me. I smile.

Vinnie turns me to face him, cupping my cheeks and without hesitation connecting out lips.

I let his tongue slip into my mouth, massaging my own as his hands run down my neck. He pushes my jacket off slowly.

"Are you sure you want me to do this y/n? This.." he sighs, pulling back. "This can't be a one time thing love."

My eyes water, and I nod, pulling his forehead down to meet mine.

"I want you vin, I want you forever."

And with that, Vinnie smiled and pecked my forehead.

He almost ripped my tank top over my head, and unbuttoned my low rise jeans quickly. The small thong I wore covered almost nothing, and I hadn't decided to wear a bra. Almost fully bare infront of my best friend.

He marvels at my tits, his arms shaking out of his jacket and pulling the sweater he had under it off also. From what it looked like, he didnt wear underwear. I chuckled.

His large hands hold the sides of my rib cage as he bends down and licks my nipples to hardened them. When he successfully hardens them, he lifts me up and turns me around, so I am facing Oliver. He bends me quickly over the bed, taking a deep breath as his nose trails up my spine.

"you're so wet for me, hmm.." he mumbles softly pulling my thong off, I hear the waist band of his sweatpants pop as he pulls them down.

My thong sticks to my core, making me squirm as chill air hits me.

I look back at him, seeing his massive dick in his large palm. He jerks himself a little, drips of precum start to lather my wet entrance.

"Fuck me vin, fuck me." I beg.

He slides himself in and I almost scream. Stupid me, I literally just saw how big he was and still tried to take him fully.

"T-too much vin- wait-" I cry out as he pushes himself more into me.

"Hey, love are you ok? Want me to pull out-" he leans over me, his fingers wrapping around my throat and arching my back so I can look up at him.

"N-no, just give me a s-second.." I whine, tears prodding my waterline.

"Oh baby, dont cry, please. Are you sure you dont want me to pull out?" He whispers. I know he has a soft spot for me being hurt, he'd do anything to put me out of misery.

But I was fine.

"O-ok, you can go again," I whisper, and he sighs relieved.

Pulling himself out a bit, he thrusts back into me, almost knocking the air out of me. His thrusts speed as he pushes himself fully into me, my loud  moans pouring out of my mouth.  My vision blurs and my hearing almost vanishes as Oliver starts to cry and thrash again.

Vinnie takes his hand from around my throat and pushes my face into the bed, deep groans emerging from us both.

Slamming himself in and out of me, my ass jiggles with each thrust he gives.

He grips my ass with both of his hands, pushing it upwards as my face plunges deeper into my sheets. Spitting on my asshole, he takes his thumb and swirls it around before pushing his thumb in. I clench tightly around and squirm as he moans loudly.

I start to meet his thrusts when my high starts to get even closer. The bed rocks back and forth with us as I lift my head, looking straight at Oliver. Tears stream down his face as he watches angrily, but silently. I almost feel bad.

Almost.

"Oh, vinnie.. you -f-fill me up so g-good... I lo-love you.." I throw in, my eyes rolling back as I cum around him. He ruts forward, my face pushed right back into the covers as he answers me.

"I love you more, c-can I cum my tight little pussy? H-hm? Let me fuck some babies into you," he whispers, bottoming out in me relentlessly.

"Y-yes, please," I whine into the sheets, his thrusts pushing deeper and deeper into me. He bumps my cervix and I scream, in pain and pleasure. Filling my core with his spurts of white, he paints my walls and pushes me to take all of it. A smaller orgasm washes through me.

Fucked out, I slump on the bed, completely forgetting about my ex infront of me. Vinnie soothes me by rubbing all over, picking me up and carrying me to the bathroom. He sits me on the toilet, kissing me before he leaves for about 3 minutes.

When he comes back, he has his sweatpants back on and Oliver is gone.

"Are you done baby?" He asks, lifting my chin and I nod tiredly. He grabs a pair of underwear and helps me into them after wiping and cleaning me up along with himself.

Tossing me over his shoulder, he walks us to the living room and swaddled my mostly naked body in a blanket.

"Twilight?"

"Twilight."

🕴- I forgot how ass the first movie is lmao

But the cast 😩😩😩😩😩 #stantheorignalvictoria

Anyways

LILY OUT~